Chapter 143 Disturbing the People

"Is the host trying to force the background of the story? But it still feels exciting."

"If the host lifts the mattress, I will reward him."

"The plane is not certain of the plane. It's not certain of the plane for the rest of its life. Give the host a hundred fish balls."

...

Dozens of bullet screens appeared in the studio, and more than a dozen gifts were added as a reward.

Li Chiyang was happy.

Because he found that he had successfully gat to the full curiosity of the audience, the declining popularity of the studio not only stopped the decline, but even showed a rising trend.

"The old irons are watching. We will solve the mystery for you right away."

"Get up."

Li Chiyang, with thin arms and legs, picked up the mattress.

Shen Feng, who was a serious part-time photographer, moved the camera to the bottom of the mattress in time to follow the moved mattress.

And move.

As a result, it was just a dark patch under the mattress and could not be seen clearly.

"What? It's dark. I didn't see anything."

"Raise the mattress a little higher."

"The host gave us some strength. We want to see what's under the mattress."

...

There was a bullet screen in the studio.

At this time, Li Chiyang was holding a heavy mattress with both hands. Naturally, he couldn't see the bullet screen in the studio. Shen Feng, the part-time photographer, motioned to Li Chiyang, "Chi Yang, raise the mattress a little higher. The mattress is too low and the light is not enough. There is no way to capture the situation under the mattress. It can only be dark."

So, with all his strength, Li Chiyang lifted the mattress a few centimeters higher.

This time, it was clear that there was nothing under the mattress.

Not to mention hiding a torso, not even a head.

At this moment, even Li Chiyang himself lowered his head and looked under the mattress. Naturally, nothing was found.

"This bed looks like it's been around for some years. I don't know if it's the same bed that was used to hide corpses in the past." Li Chiyang fully created the atmosphere, half-joking and half-serious expression.

The audience in the studio swiped the bullet screens, all of which were deliberately created by Li Chiyang from gat to gg.

"For some reason, the more I look at this bed, the scarier I feel."

"Don't scare me upstairs."

"Don't scare me upstairs or downstairs."

"Even though ten years have passed since the mutilation, I hope the anchor doesn't die."

...

Bang!

The heavy mattress was put down by Li Chiyang, and it was like... The muffled sound of the body falling heavily to the ground.

Then, Li Chiyang and the part-time photographer continued to explore the other corners of the haunted house, digging deeper into all the possible elements of the gat to terror.

Just as they turned around, dong.

A strange sound came from behind them.

And that direction... Was exactly where the bed was placed, where the corpse was buried ten years ago.

Knock, knock...

The strange noise continued behind him, one, one, one, not too fast, very rhythmic, as if something was crashing regularly.

"Gudong." Li Chiyang's body stiffened, and his eyes showed a look of horror. He looked at Shen Feng and turned to look behind him in fright.

Thud, thud... The sound of the crash was still regular.

Damn! There can't be such a wicked door!

The two of them were so scared that their backs were a little chilly at the moment that they dared to go over and check on the situation.

As a result, the sound came not from under the mattress, but from inside the wall. At once, both of them were forced to smile with false alarm. There must be a couple living next door, but they haven't stopped in the middle of the night.

From the hotel walls came the sound of a crash, the sound of honey that a man could understand and a few girls could understand...

However, the two of them soon realized something was wrong. They leaned against the wall and held their breath to eavesdrop for a while, but they only listened to the thunder, not the rain...

There was only a knock from the wall, but no other sound could be heard.

Normally, there should be an inappropriate accompaniment at this time, but they didn't hear it.

All of a sudden, Shen Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Chi Yang, when did the live broadcast room get disconnected?"

"What? How could it be?" Li Chiyang was in a hurry. The studio was his lifeblood.

As a result, when he looked at the phone, it was indeed disconnected. It showed that there was no signal on the phone.

Li Chiyang looked at his other phone, but the result was no signal, not even mobile data.

What the hell!

The two of them rushed out of the room, but there was still no signal. It seemed that they heard noises in the corridor. The sound of door opening came from room 206 next to room 207. A young man opened the door and came out to check.

When they saw the man in room 206 coming out from the next room, Li Chiyang and Shen Feng thought of the voice they had heard before and said ambiguously, "Brother, did you bring your girlfriend here?"

The young man said yes, and then asked if you were the people living in room 207?

Li Chiyang and Shen Feng smiled knowingly, nodded and admitted, and then Shen Feng said to the young man, "Brother, be careful at night. Don't fight like this. Man, be good to yourself."

However, the young man looked at Li Chiyang and Shen Feng with a strange look. He pointed to room 207 and said, "You two big men live in the same room?"

Li Chiyang said yes. We're on the air.

The young man's face changed, "You guys have such a strong taste, yet you're still doing a live broadcast?"

Then the young man looked embarrassed and said, "What, after all, is it illegal to spread that, let alone live broadcast, you are not afraid of being invited to drink tea for free?"

"You two should take it easy at night. I heard all the noise that you made before. I hope you can make it less. My girlfriend and I have been in zhou city for a long day and want to rest early. We have to continue our journey tomorrow."

With that, the young man had returned to room 206.

Li Chiyang and Shen Feng, who had returned to room 207, were still a little confused. What did the young man next door mean?

When did live streaming become a crime?

Besides, it was good enough that there had been a lot of noise in the next room and the bed kept crashing against the wall.

They broadcast live on the internet, deliberately controlling the volume of their voices, at most 20 decibels, and couldn't even hear them through a wall.

Sick!

The two of them muttered to themselves that they were going to pack up and leave the hotel when they got back to their room. The reception was bad and the live broadcast was interrupted. They had to find a new place with a signal and go back to the studio to explain to the fans.

However, as soon as they returned to the room, they found that the sound of the wall hitting was still there.

The break in the studio was already holding back his anger. In addition to being said to be disturbing people in the hallway, Li Chiyang immediately rushed to the wall in anger, slapping the wall with his palm and roaring, "Can you please be quiet for me? I'm sick if I don't sleep in the middle of the night."

His voice became eerily quiet.

But in a few seconds, thud, thud, the more and more urgent sound of the wall hitting sounded again.

It was as if it was a death note.

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