Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 6 How to Cultivate Passers-by in Horror Novels
Ma Jiujiu didn't hear Du Haoyang's words.

It was because something unusual happened around her.

As a little girl, unlike ordinary children, she has liked these weird supernatural stories since she was a child.

When the children around were still debating whether to play with boys, she was already a little famous in the circle of ghost stories on the Internet.

As a well-known keyboard spirit explorer.

If Ma Jiujiu had watched horror movies, there were eight hundred if not one thousand. She asked herself that she would not be afraid to encounter such a strange thing in reality.

Once, after watching a horror movie with my friends, I was walking in the dark at night. When my friends were scared to death, Ma Jiujiu even considered that if a ghost really came out, should I give it one punch before running, or give it two punches? run again.

It's a pity that, as the leader of the self-proclaimed supernatural circle, when others have more or less encountered strange things, I have never encountered anything.

If Ma Jiujiu's keyboard supernatural value is compared to 100, it is probably only 0 in reality.

She herself has done the math with someone who understands it, and the horoscope is so hard, if she wants to see a ghost, she is afraid that she will get the next life.

Originally, Ma Jiujiu was rather regretful, but who would have thought that following the tipping of a stick of incense she had just cast, there seemed to be some changes in the room.

There was a strange fragrance wafting out.

The smell seemed to exist only for a moment, and at that moment, it was like someone put the source of the smell on the tip of his nose.

I want to smell it carefully but I can't smell it anymore, but if I don't pay attention to it, I can vaguely smell it again.

The smell is very greasy, like the whole nasal cavity is covered with grease, but it has a strange medicinal smell and a familiar taste.

It's like the smell of incense at home during the holidays.

Ma Jiujiu didn't care, and was still typing in the live broadcast room, thinking that she had a cold and a stuffy nose.

But with the tapping of her fingertips, Ma Jiujiu slowly felt her mind becoming dizzy. Although she could receive everything around her, she couldn't make any response.

On the mobile phone, the anchor was asking himself a question, but he couldn't move a little bit, even if he moved his fingers and opened his eyelids.

"This is... a ghost bed? When did I fall asleep?" Ma Jiujiu thought hard.

This kind of sudden ghost press has also been seen on the Internet. According to the scientific explanation, it should appear when I fell asleep suddenly and was awakened while watching the live broadcast.

However, I used to watch supernatural live broadcasts and listen to ghost stories before and fell asleep vaguely, and I have never been crushed by ghosts.

This experience was quite novel to Ma Jiujiu.

Ma Jiujiu recalled the methods she saw on the Internet, slowly adjusted her breathing, and told herself to believe in science, and this ghost press was just her own psychological suggestion.

Thinking about it this way, slowly, my big toe seemed to be able to move slightly.

Ma Jiujiu was overjoyed and continued the above operation.

But a sudden voice interrupted her movements.

knock-knock-knock-
There was a regular knock on the door.

He was clearly in a daze, but the knock on the door was as if it was knocking on his own forehead, and he could hear it very clearly.

"It's my door." Ma Jiujiu panicked.

It's so late, my parents are away on business and won't come back now, who will knock on the door at this time?

Ma Jiujiu is definitely not afraid if she is afraid, but now she is being crushed by ghosts, and the slightest movement makes her hairs stand on end.

knock-knock-knock-
There was another knock on the door.

The voice suddenly approached and knocked on the bedroom door.

Ma Jiujiu was shocked.

"No! It's not human! And it's coming in!"

Ma Jiujiu began to breathe heavily, thinking about countermeasures frantically, while comforting herself.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a ghost's fantasy, yes! It's just a fantasy!"

Breathing hard, Ma Jiujiu cursed in her heart, how dirty she was.

After cursing for a while, she began to recite the Shurangama Mantra that she had already memorized—it was memorized by herself to ward off evil spirits. Although she had never seen it before, it would come in handy if she ever encountered it.

As if the mantra was really useful, Ma Jiujiu suddenly felt that his fingers could bend slightly.

Can't help but be overjoyed and speed up the progress.

Slowly, my entire palm can slowly rotate.

knock-knock-knock-
This time the knock on the door came from the closet, and at the same time, it was also mixed with the creaking sound of the closet door being pushed.

However, the pushing sound is very small, like a slight push, but it does not push away.

Ma Jiujiu suddenly recalled a saying on the Internet that when a "ghost" wants to do something, it needs to get permission.

For example, it is blocked by a door. If you want to come in and "do something", you have to knock on the door and ask someone to "let" it in.

This idea has been lingering in Ma Jiujiu's mind.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't agree to it coming in, he shouldn't be able to come in!" Comforting herself, Ma Jiujiu felt that her forearm could move slowly.

"Accordingly, I should be able to move now?!" The experience of being pressed by a ghost on the Internet usually wakes up completely when you move your forearm, but Ma Jiujiu still maintains a weird state due to the arrangement.

Just as Ma Jiujiu continued to work hard to wake up, a strong sense of uneasiness filled her heart.

The scene of him checking the window before going to bed suddenly appeared in his mind.

Even though the windows were closed, the curtains were still being blown, as well as the cool wind blowing on the back of the neck.

The heart was beating violently, and it couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

"Probably, no, what a coincidence, I'm not a supporting role in a horror novel..."

Just when Ma Jiujiu comforted herself like this.

Ding ding - ding ding -
There was the sound of fingernails hitting the glass.

Ma Jiujiu's small face turned pale in an instant, and she accelerated the speed of chanting in her heart, recited several familiar mantras over and over in her heart.

A gust of cold wind seemed to blow the curtains, and then brushed over Ma Jiujiu's face.

With her eyes closed, Ma Jiujiu couldn't see what was going on inside the house, but a strong sense of disobedience surged through her senses.

"It" came in.

It's not that Ma Jiujiu opened his yin and yang eyes, it's just the sound of dull footsteps in the room.

There is a wooden floor in the room, every footstep can be clearly heard, and by the way, the location can be heard clearly.

Although the footsteps were dull, there was a disgusting tearing sound.

Something like sticky glue was stepped on the bottom of the foot. Whenever the sound of footsteps sounded, there was a viscous tearing sound.

Boom-thump-thump-thump-
"It", starting from the window, walked around the desk step by step, and walked through the wardrobe.

Then, with two taps, she stepped onto the bedside table.

The moment the two heavy footsteps stopped, Ma Jiujiu trembled all over.

Another gust of wind blew by.

This time it was from top to bottom, as if "it" suddenly bent down, bent its waist, bent its whole body at ninety degrees, and looked at Ma Jiujiu.

Probably her own efforts finally worked, Ma Jiujiu finally felt that her whole body could move.

It's like a good night's sleep, the feeling of waking up naturally.

But Ma Jiujiu didn't dare to open her eyes.

Who knows if Ah Piao is bending over and looking at him!
She doesn't want to have eye contact with someone she doesn't know!

"Ma Jiujiu? Ma Jiujiu?" Someone's call came from next to my ear.

slap-
A drop of viscous liquid hit Ma Jiujiu's forehead.

"Uh-" Ma Jiujiu took a long breath, opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

The room is quiet, so what figure is blowing in the wind?The curtains hang quietly in front of the window.

I wiped my forehead and it was dry, not even a cold sweat.

He rushed out of bed, opened the curtains, and closed the windows tightly.

"Is it just a dream?" Ma Jiujiu rubbed her nose, and the greasy smell was no longer in her nose.

"Ma Jiujiu? Are you gone?" The anchor's voice came from the phone.

Ma Jiujiu picked up the phone and looked at it. Only ten seconds had passed since the anchor asked the question.

"Looks like it's really a dream. It's just been so long." Ma Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief and started typing.

[I am here!It's too late, I accidentally fell asleep just now]

[I really can't take it anymore, I'll go to bed first, I wish the host a smooth night! 】

The experience just now really scared me. Ma Jiujiu was a little scared. Although she wanted to know the follow-up, after thinking about it, I decided to watch the live broadcast at noon tomorrow when the sun is high!

After watching the short sand sculpture video, Ma Jiujiu slowly fell asleep.

in the dark.

slap-
The sound of a drop of viscous liquid falling on the ground sounded.

(End of this chapter)