shock!Escaping NPC is the master of radio drama

Fengcheng is a rainy city.

The continuous heavy rain was accompanied by bursts of roar, and the thunder seemed to come from far away.Ye Chuguang turned over and didn't sleep well.

He was dreaming again.

He has repeated this dream countless times in the past seven years. The details are different each time, but the difference is not bad. He can already memorize it backwards, and even play it repeatedly to find the difference.

It was still the same dark, dirty and smelly small warehouse.

A building material warehouse in a remote county southeast of Fengcheng, where he lived since he was a child, several boys aged [-] or [-] moved over large stones and a pile of heavy steel and wooden boards, and sealed the warehouse door tightly.

It was severe winter, and Ye Chuguang was wearing worn-out clothes with cotton wool exposed. His body smelled of damp and decayed old cotton. The cotton didn't keep him warm. His face was blue from the cold, and his fingers and ears were numb. You can just pull it off.

But more terrifying than the cold is the suffocating darkness.

He heard someone outside saying that it was time to go home for dinner, and all the boys who cheered and cheered for a while disappeared, but none of them showed kindness and let him out.

The sun sets on the western mountain, the twilight merges, and the night falls.

The night was as cold as water, and the biting cold penetrated into the whole body. Ye Chuguang heard the sound of "giggle", which was his two rows of teeth chattering constantly.

Ye Chuguang survived the whole night like this, until it was dawn, and the aunt who picked up the rags found him, he was already frozen stupidly, unresponsive, and it took a long time before he felt alive again.

"Oh, that kid really scared me to death! He has big eyes, just staring like that, and he can't even turn around! He's holding a broken radio in his hand, and he won't let it go, he can't even break it. I can’t wait to grow together! My fingers are full of chilblains, swollen like carrots! When I touch them, the skin is broken in several places, and my hands are full of balls of blood!"

radio……

Ye Chuguang remembered that it was an unusual night.

Countless people are sleeping peacefully in bed, but he weeps silently in this small warehouse full of garbage and dead rats.

There is a radio in the corner with a poor signal. I can't see it clearly. It looks very old to the touch. It should have been eliminated by the owner.He took out the battery and bit out two rows of teeth marks, then plugged it back in.The radio clicked and clicked a few times, and it worked again.

Ye Chuguang doesn't have a TV at home, and even how to turn on the radio is to watch the old man next door operate it.The only channels through which he can get in touch with outside information are informal schools, teachers and classmates who speak a dialect, and incomplete advertisements that occasionally flash on the black and white TV in the canteen.

At that time, there were no new TV shows, just some embarrassing variety shows to promote products, or reporters going to which village or shop to adjust family conflicts, and some old movies that were constantly replayed.

But everything is fine, as long as there is sound.

Ye Chuguang felt that he was saved.

The dead mouse will not come back to life, there will be no monsters floating in through the crack of the door outside, he clings to the wall, even though he knows it is dirty, he clings to the radio, even if the programs are boring as hell.

"Tale—good evening, audience friends, welcome to "The Voice of the Night in the City", I am tonight's host——thirsty—every night, countless people find it hard to sleep..."

Ye Chuguang was stunned.

As if warm water was being poured on the glacier, at that moment, he almost had the illusion of being scalding hot.

He had never heard such... an unattainable, fairy-like voice, and he didn't even think it could be made by humans.

It must be an angel, it must be a fairy.

How can humans have such a beautiful voice?

The radio was not easy to use, the signal was ridiculously poor, and because the battery was about to run out, the sound was always high and low. Even so, he was still immersed in this natural sound and couldn't extricate himself. He pressed his ear to the receiver tightly, Those short 10 to [-] minutes made him feel that the first half of his life was wasted.

That short 10 minutes saved his life.

Ye Chuguang turned over again.

The curtains were not drawn cleanly, and the lightning shone through the gap, very brightly, his face was illuminated an unnatural white, his brows were tightly frowned, and his hands and feet were wrapped around the quilt.

"Friends who are listening, what are you doing? On such a quiet night, are you, like me, looking forward to something happy happening tomorrow... sting..."

The radio went on strike.

Ye Chuguang sat in the dark, so quiet that she forgot to breathe.

There was no light and no sound.

He was abandoned by the whole world.

why?

Why does he have no parents and no friends, as if since he first came to know the world, God did not give him what other people have, so why?

"Prick, prick..."

The radio shook twice, and a black shadow slowly emerged.

Ye Chuguang trembled all over, and was about to scream when he heard the shadow say, "Are you alright?"

Ye Chuguang: "..."

Ye Chuguang: "???"

"My sexual orientation is the same as yours."

"I log out every Thursday, do you want to come?"

Heiying's voice overlapped perfectly with the host on the radio, Ye Chuguang seemed to be caught by an invisible hand, and said in a trembling voice, "You...are you dead?"

"Have you become a ghost?"

He suddenly burst into tears.

"Are you dead!"

"Are you doing this to accompany me?!"

"Did you make a mistake and get put on the radio?"

"How can I save you?"

"Say it quickly! Let me save you!"

In the small dark warehouse, the miserable teenager was crying out of breath. He was about to die of cold and hunger, but he still wanted to save a lonely soul locked in the radio.

Ye Chuguang woke up suddenly.

The sound of thunder and rain continued, and he opened his eyes in a daze. According to the usual weather, the sky was already bright.

There are still four episodes of "Ghost Stories in Every City" unfinished. Today is Saturday, and there are no classes in school. He is going to the recording studio.

In fact, he can buy an ordinary computer and sound card by himself. For a person like him who often records books, it is more cost-effective to have his own equipment than to go to a recording studio and get a commission.But he bought a sound card once before, and it was said that the effect was not good.

He has a lot of listeners, and naturally there are quality control faults, maybe only one or two, Ye Chuguang saw it, and took it to heart.

Pitaya app is a new listening platform that has gained momentum in the past few years. The platform has been attracted and recommended by various channels since the very beginning, and high-quality books have sprung up here like mushrooms after rain.

Different from the previous mode of buying and recording books, signing a contract with the Pitaya app and the platform, there will be a considerable amount of income immediately after the book recording is completed and approved, and it can be settled on the same day by the hour. In addition, it also has an impressive Heartwarming tipping function.

At the bottom of each chapter, there will be reposts, recommendations, and reward ports. Fans can express their love through rewards, or make reminders for updates.

Originally, Ye Chuguang was just trying. After the platform found him, they wanted to sign him to the section of youth idol dramas and let him read some love novels that young girls like most nowadays, but he politely refused.

He didn't want to communicate copyright with other authors, and he didn't want to bother the operation of the platform to help him find it. Among the friends he knew was an author, Lu Jin.

So he just picked up the ready-made ones.

Lu Jin only writes ghost stories, so he only reads ghost stories.He has been in the "Urban Strange" section since high school until now, and he has almost read all the sons written by Lu Jin, barely making himself a decent senior.

Lu Jin is a tattered salted fish. His purpose of selling books is "If people are pleasing to the eye, sell them for money", while Ye Chuguang's purpose of recording books is just "If you are too lazy to communicate, you can record if you have something to offer". The two hit it off and made a lot of love In [-], for this reason, I deliberately went to the same university when filling out my volunteers for the college entrance examination.

His name in Dragon Fruit is "Lao Ye Shuo Shu". At first glance, his name sounds like a middle-aged man with a thick voice, but on the contrary, his voice is fresh and tender, but not soft. After all, it is related to his profession, and he loves voice , never lacking in practice, very full of breath, and in the school physical test, the vital capacity is among the top in the entire major.

The platform has a live broadcast function, but he never opened it, and there is no Weibo. He even refused to accept private messages from dragon fruit. As a result, these fans couldn't find him at all. They could only wail under his recent works and ask him when Update, after the recording of "Ghost Stories in Every City", what is the next book?

Ye Chuguang chose a reply without turning the page: "The next book depends on what Lu Jin writes."

"Isn't Lu Da updating the "Evening Proposal"?!"

Ye Chuguang didn't expect that someone would reply to him at six o'clock in the morning, and wondered if all these people didn't sleep?It was very face-saving and replied, "Renegotiate".

It doesn't matter if you don't come back.

Pitaya An'an: Ye Zi, the listening club of the top ten voice clubs on the platform asked you if you want to join them. Their president likes your voice very much, so there is no need to review it!

Ye: What are you doing (O_O)?

Pitaya An'an: (#^.^#) is a relatively popular radio drama club in the circle. I heard that the president is the apprentice of the former president of Huolong Huosheng!I came out to work alone, and now I am recruiting newcomers, and the treatment is very good.

Pitaya An'an: Shall I send you WeChat, please contact me?

Forget about WeChat, he really hates socializing.

Ye: Wait a minute, Miss An An, can you do me a favor?

Pitaya An'an: Tell me, I agree!

Ye: ...thank you

Ye: I want a copy of their club, all male voice packs, is that okay?

Pitaya An'an: ...Male, male? ?

Ye Chu's face turned hot: yes, male.

Pitaya An'an: I know, you want to secretly see what level you are at, right?I have to say that your trick is really clever!I'll let you go!

Ye Chuguang breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that human self-strategy is far more useful than explanations.

An'an was very fast, within 2 minutes Ye Chuguang received a not-so-small collection of voice packets.

After thanking him, he clicked on the voice packets one by one.

He didn't know much about radio dramas, and he had heard a little bit about them. He heard that a group of men and women with nice voices gathered together to cooperate in a plot with only sound but no pictures. The pictures were all based on imagination, and some even only had subtitles.

Many people have invited him, but he has not agreed.His idea is very simple, if they are all on the right track, there will definitely be social interaction. He doesn't want to expand his social circle yet, so forget it.

The voices of the people in this club are indeed very good. He also heard a lot of female voices. At first he thought it was An An who thoughtfully sent the voice packs of the female members. It was only later that he found that the cv name marked behind the lines had not changed... …

These loli girls and girls are all faked by boys.

However, Ye Chuguang didn't fall for a second. After she was sure that she didn't miss a head, she was sure that there was no radio inside.

He closed it, and when An An asked him again if he considered it, he refused decisively.

That's right, that person might... have stopped doing this business.

Otherwise, no matter whether it was on TV or on the Internet, he had never heard this person's voice again.

Not as good as the ghost in "Log Out".

But he knew that he was the one who got the picture, how could it be so easy in the vast sea of ​​people, and even if he really found it, so what?

thank him?

To others, I am just an ordinary listener.

The author says:

Aunt: Hey, long time no see, I've been in this book, who of you still remember me?