"Si...si..."

Fang Lu had already stopped and looked around vigilantly. The headphones that had not been moving suddenly changed, which made him highly vigilant.

"Happy... Welcome... Welcome to listen to the sound of dreams." The man's voice on the headphones became clear. He spoke as if he was laughing gloomy in his ears, blowing goosebumps in your ears. "I wonder, Mr. Fang, what can I do to help you?"

"He is talking to me?" Fang Lu silently did not answer, he did not dare to answer rashly.

"It seems that this listener hasn't figured out what to say yet?" He said in a low voice: "It's okay, let me tell you a little story first to relieve you. Let's give you some time. I also hope that Mr. Fang can organize the language before my little story ends."

What a short story... Fang Lu raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Last Wednesday, I just came back from my hometown. Anyone who often listens to my programs knows that my hometown is in a small fishing village on the southeast coast. On the day I was about to leave the village, something happened in the village..."

The host's voice became almost inaudible, like a man's murmur. It took a few seconds to make the sound normal. "There is a child about one year old in the village who died. You also know that such a child is not even good at speaking and has just learned to walk."

"I vaguely remember that when I returned to the village, I saw a child once at the intersection of the village. He was a boy, very cute, and it was a pity to die."

"I didn't think much about it, because I was rushing back to the radio station to work, so I packed my luggage that night and prepared to come back overnight."

"But my family stopped me and refused to let me come back. They said that the fortune teller, a child who had just died in the village, said that the child's horoscope and the direction of his family had a big problem, which led to such a tragedy. He probably had become a ghost child."

"No one is allowed to leave within three days, nor are outsiders allowed to come in, otherwise the ghost boy would crawl on his back and be entangled for the rest of his life."

The radio station's signal seemed to be very bad, and sizzling sounds came from time to time.

"Of course I don't believe it. Besides, if the radio station is less than three days, I will probably lose my job." The host sighed: "I was very persuasive, and my family asked me to leave. Before leaving, they told me that if I found that the ghost boy climbed onto his back, there would be only one solution."

"As for the solution, let's not talk about it for now. I said on the first day of my return, I didn't believe it, but in fact I was still a little panicked, afraid that something really would climb onto my back."

"But nothing happened. Although I am a radio host, I usually have a lot of work to deal with. When I get busy, I quickly forgot about this matter, and tonight..."

"Si...si..."

"My back suddenly was very heavy, just like carrying something more than a hundred kilograms, which was about to crush me, and it was very cold. This hundred kilograms were like a big ice cube, cold and heavy."

"I instantly thought of the ghost boy wrapping his back, but why is a child so heavy? I don't know."

"I took off my clothes, held the pressure, ran to the bathroom and turned around to look at my back. Do you know what I saw?"

During the silence, the radio host said in a low voice: "There are two more black handprints on my back, the size of a child, and this should be the hand of the ghost child."

"I put on my clothes, gritted my teeth and straightened my back, and came to the live broadcast room. My colleagues saw my face turned pale and thought I was sick. I told them that it was okay and that the show tonight would start as usual."

"Because I have to do the show well so that you can all hear my voice. It's not that I'm so dedicated, but..."

The host gasped slightly, as if he was really carrying a bag of rice. "I want to survive. I must tell you this story and tell you so that the ghost boy will leave me and climb onto the back of one of you."

"Telling the ghost child about it and letting the ghost child change his host is the way to crack the ghost child's entanglement."

When Fang Lu heard this, her body felt like an electric shock, and the electric current spread from her spine toward her body. He felt something heavy was pressing down on his back.

With his physique, he could carry even a thousand pounds, but this heavy object almost made him breathless. There was a deep cold air spreading, as if he wanted to freeze him.

At this time, the ghost school uniform he wore in the innermost exuded air conditioning, which was also cold and gloomy, but it made Fang Lu's frozen back feel a little better.

Fang Lu took this opportunity to wave his left hand and hammer it towards his back. The left fist of the combat armor was wrapped in blood bandages.

With a bang, it was like a hammering a bag of rice, and the inexplicable gravity on the back disappeared instantly.

In just a few seconds, he was sweating all over. He knew that the ghost school uniform would work. It might be that the ghost boy wanted to leave a ghost handprint on his back and was resisted. The key was that the blood-stained bandage could allow him to attack the ghost boy, otherwise the result would be unpredictable.

Sizzy... Sizzy...

Amid the electric current, the host laughed in a low voice: "Are you scared? I'm joking with you, okay, Mr. Fang, have you figured out what he wants to say?"

"If you have nothing to say, we can only invite the next audience."

You can't stop talking like this... Fang Lu learned his lesson, and he thought for a while and said, "Hello everyone, sorry for everyone waiting for so long."

"It's okay." The host said: "I wonder what Mr. Fang wants to say to me and the audience?"

"Actually..." Fang Lu sighed lightly, "I'm very lucky to have a call from your radio station, but I don't even know what kind of program you are. I do have a lot of things to say to people, but I don't know if it's appropriate to say it here."

"I wonder if the host can introduce you and your program?"

Fang Lu wanted to know what was going on with this show. The headphones given by this system can listen to this show. Maybe there are clues hidden in this show.

How about nine other people?

Can their headphones listen to this show?

If so, can they hear me talking to the host?

Or were they listening to this show earlier than me and were the last lucky listener?

This is unlikely. It has not been too long since I left the original place. It is impossible for nine people to hear this show earlier than me.

Or maybe they were hearing other programs, and the programs mentioned in the headphones were hiding clues about the door?

But these shows are too dangerous. The host's ghost telling ghost stories can appear next to him. If the host continues to talk, he might tell the next ghost story and the next ghost.
Chapter completed!