When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

"Ms. Zhao, you... are we going to broadcast the live broadcast so soon?"

In the gallery, Wang Siyun frowned and asked the middle-aged man beside him.

The gallery behind him is beautifully decorated, with winding corridors and deep silence. It is one of the seven ghost places in Lujiang City.

The partner next to him is Zhao Junxuan, about 40 years old, with a gentle and elegant appearance, which invisibly gives people a mature and stable feeling.

In the live broadcast, Zhao Junxuan often portrays himself as a calm and reliable image, so he is often called "Teacher Zhao".

In order to hug Zhao Junxuan's thigh, Wang Siyun tried his best to please him, and finally waited for the opportunity to work together.

But it wasn't long before they broadcasted live, "the crying woman in the gallery" just found some clues, Zhao Junxuan suddenly suspended the live broadcast, how could he accept this?

Facing Wang Siyun's doubts, Zhao Junxuan was not angry, and still maintained a kind temper: "This live broadcast, I originally wanted to take advantage of the reputation of the "Seven Great Ghost Lands" to hit the top position of the supernatural channel."

Having said that, he checked again carefully to make sure that he had turned off the live broadcast, and the fans and audience could not hear the next words, so he continued to speak with confidence.

"Xiaoyun, you also know that traffic is the lifeblood of our business!"

Zhao Junxuan sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his tone: "I had already planned to do a few thrilling stunts tonight to attract more audience."

"But who would have guessed that Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, and a newcomer anchor appeared out of nowhere. He explored the Luo family's old house, and was directly promoted to No. 1 recommendation position, stealing everyone's limelight."

"Now the audience has gone to his live broadcast room. Even if we make a gimmick tonight, it won't attract much traffic. It's better to temporarily stop the broadcast, and wait for the newcomer's limelight to pass, and then we will come back here to explore, so that we can expand Maximize the benefits."

Seeing that Wang Siyun was still unconvinced, Zhao Junxuan patted him on the shoulder with the expression of someone who had come here: "Don't be too discouraged, although our live broadcast tonight is short, but the effect is very good. Attracted a lot of new fans."

Hearing what he said, Wang Siyun couldn't help but a glint of gloom flashed across his brows.

They have attracted a lot of new fans tonight...but what does this have to do with him?

Most of the audience came for the name of "Teacher Zhao". Naturally, the traffic brought by these new fans was all absorbed by Zhao Junxuan. How many people knew his name, Wang Siyun?

According to the original plan, after they reach the top of the list, Zhao Junxuan will eat meat and he will drink soup, and everyone will get a lot of fans.

But now...the traffic is too low, Zhao Junxuan didn't even leave him with any leftovers.

Wang Siyun, who likes to pinpoint everything, can't help but feel a little annoyed at this moment.

If he had known that he couldn't even have a mouthful of soup, he might as well have gone to explore the Luo family's old house... No!If it weren't for that rookie anchor, he and Mr. Zhao would have already reached the top of the list, so they wouldn't be broadcasting in advance.

That newcomer who appeared out of nowhere blocked his way!

When Wang Siyun thought of this, his teeth itch with hatred.

He unconsciously took out his mobile phone, clicked into Yiqi's live broadcast room, watched it for a while resentfully, and then stretched his brows a little, with a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

The newcomer blocking the way seemed to be in trouble in the Luo family's old house, and even required the company to ask the relevant department for help to search and rescue the old house...

I hope that the newcomer will die in the old house and never come out!

He thought darkly deep in his heart.

……

The Luo family's old house was indeed in trouble.

But it's the search and rescue team's trouble.

In recent years, due to more and more frequent supernatural events, many residents are in danger every day.

Especially those adventure anchors who love to die are high-risk people.

These strange things are pervasive, and you can't prevent them, and you can't stop them!

The government had to recruit professionals and set up a search and rescue team to specialize in such cases.

When Si Jiuliu realized that something was wrong, he immediately asked the search and rescue team for help.

The search and rescue personnel were dispatched very quickly. Within 10 minutes, they came to the Luo family's old house in the dark and kicked open the gate of the old house with a handsome posture.

But the interior of the old house was empty and there was no one there.

There are no anchors waiting to be rescued, no Taoist priests impersonating themselves, and not even traces of recent human activity.

It's as if no one has ever been here.

But when I clicked on Yiqi's live broadcast room, the scenery inside was still the interior of Luo's old house, which meant that they hadn't left here yet.

But a few of them are like the Luo family who disappeared ten years ago, without a trace.

Si Jiuliu had no choice but to use private messages to try to contact the other party again.

[Where are you guys? 】

Soon, there was a reply to the convenience.

[Luo's old house, in the center of the living room. 】

[Impossible, the search and rescue team searched the living room immediately, but did not find you. 】

[Can the search and rescue team see the strange Taoist priest outside the door? 】

[No, they didn't see anyone. 】

【Now, the Taoist priest is standing outside the window, looking at us through the window. 】

Standing in the living room, Yiqi replied here, and couldn't help but raise his head and look out the window.

The lazy Taoist priest was sitting on the seat under the eaves, his golden eyes were gazing at the room, with a happy expression on his face, like an audience waiting for a good show to begin.

Seeing that Yi Qi noticed him, the lazy Taoist even condescended to get up from the chair, and waved at him with a jump, lively like a naughty boy who ate jelly beans.

Yi Qi lowered his head indifferently, and continued to use the neural network in his mind to reply to the message.

[The search and rescue team can't see us, but the communication equipment can still communicate with each other, because they are in reality, and we are in subspace. 】

【what? 】

Si Jiuliu was a little confused!

Obviously, this knowledge point is beyond the outline.

[According to this world, you can also call it "the inner world", "the road to hell", "Sen Luo ghosts" or others, but the principle is the same, and they are all different spaces constructed by certain forces. 】

[Stop wasting manpower uselessly, I will bring others back to reality. 】

After saying the last sentence, Yi Qi stopped replying and looked around him.

Li Yao, who was seriously injured, still fell to the ground, even though he was in a coma, he still groaned in pain.

Wu Ming and Zhang Mei were currently holding their breath, carefully curled up beside him, and looked around vigilantly.

"There is a mirror outside the gate, we can't escape, what should we do now?" Zhang Mei asked very worriedly.

Yi Qi corrected her: "Not only is the outside world a mirror, but we are inside the mirror right now."

From the moment they stepped into the Luo family's old house, they were already in the mirror world.

"And the connection point of the subspace is also in the mirror in the old house." He continued to analyze, "We need to find all objects that can reflect light."

Hearing this, Wu Ming pondered for a moment, then jumped up: "In addition to the toilet, there must be a vanity mirror for girls in the room of the Luo family sisters."

Zhang Mei also stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "The kitchen knives, soup spoons, and stainless steel utensils... can all reflect light."

The two hadn't taken two steps when they suddenly heard a muffled "bang bang" sound behind them.

As soon as Zhang Mei heard this familiar voice, her face turned pale instantly, and she looked back in disbelief.

A vague and short figure was hiding in a dark corner of the living room, patting a ball in his hand.

It was the little girl whose head had been chopped off, the second daughter of the Luo family!

Zhang Mei's hands and feet were trembling, she stepped back again and again, and fell to the ground.

The little girl's figure didn't move, she still stood where she was, hitting her head on the ground one after another.

"Hush! Be quiet and don't be afraid."

The other two seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, but Yi Qi slowly stepped forward and knelt down in front of the little girl.

He lowered his voice and asked the girl: "A big sister wanted to escape before, did you deliberately block the door to scare her and prevent her from opening the door?"

Zhang Mei, who was afraid, couldn't help but be taken aback when she heard this: "Huh?"

After thinking about it carefully, she did almost run away from the door before. If she hadn't been frightened back by the little girl's head, she might have been swallowed by the mirror image outside the door!

Thinking of this, Zhang Mei couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

He was saved by a ghost instead?

Yi Qi continued to speak in a soft voice: "Your sister has been humming nursery rhymes before, is it also hinting to remind us to be careful of the murderer?"

Trapped in this mirror world for ten years, Li Hong, the mother who was the first to be killed, had almost lost her mind in the hatred and suffering, leaving only the desire for bloodthirsty.

However, the Luo family sisters seem to have retained a certain amount of sanity and humanity, and have never really hurt others.

The only Li Yao who was punished was because he hit a woman in front of the Luo family sisters, which aroused the hatred between the two sisters.

The little girl still didn't speak, but stood quietly in the dark corner, holding her head in her hands, almost blending into the darkness.

Seeing that the little girl didn't have any aggressive behavior, Yi Qi began to approach her little by little, like approaching a wounded wild animal cub, exhausting his patience and gentleness.

"Also, I hope you can bring a passage to your mother, although I don't know if she can understand it now."

Not at all afraid of the little girl's terrifying appearance, he put his palm on the girl's immature shoulders and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry that I used flames to defend myself before."

"Even though the flames were not what killed your mother, some scum did try to burn her with fire. I understand why your mother is still afraid of burning after death... I will not attack her with fire again."

"I'm different from your father, I'm not that scumbag."

Probably a certain sentence touched the heartstrings of the little girl. She was stunned for a long time in the corner, then suddenly backed away and disappeared into the darkness again.

Wu Ming, who was tense, breathed a sigh of relief, and also sat down on the ground, asking, "Brother Yi, why are you talking about this with a ghost?"

Yi Qi's indifferent eyes were finally stained with compassion: "They retain their sanity and can communicate with others... They still belong to the category of human beings."

"I love humans."

Just at this moment, there was a sudden "creak" sound from the already decayed floor.

When everyone looked back, they saw an extremely thin and tall figure floating unsteadily from the corridor.

When they got closer, they realized that it wasn't that the figure was too tall, but a thin girl was hoisted by a rope, her two pale feet were dangling in the air, her nightgown was hanging down, and the whole person was visually distorted. It looks very long.

That was the eldest daughter of the Luo family, Luo Zhaodi.

Long black hair fell down, revealing a stiff and rotting face.

Luo Zhaodi's head turned strangely as it fluttered, as if looking for something, humming a new nursery rhyme.

"Papa hanged me, Papa buried me~"

"My bones ache, dancing on the grave~"

"He hid, hee hee, he hid."

"Dad, don't hide anymore, I have...saw you!"

After singing this point, the head suddenly turned at an unbelievable angle, and the whitened eyes stared at a corner gloomyly.

In that corner, there is a mirror.