[comprehensive] superior skills

"Ghost! There is a ghost!!!!" The panicked man screamed and rushed out of the tent, rolling and crawling all the way to escape.

"what happened?"

"Who's yelling outside?"

"Damn it! I almost broke my heart!"

Near the windshield of the auditorium, the program crew who were woken up all angrily got out of the tent, wanting to see who was playing tricks in the middle of the night.

"Are you from the Psychic Association? What are you doing to scare people? Are you trying to make trouble behind our backs?" Ben asked angrily, trying to stop the man who was rampaging like a headless chicken.

Everything was going well tonight, and even the investors who seldom showed up called to congratulate, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened before dawn.

"There are ghosts! There really are ghosts!"

The man who was forcibly held down by several people was drenched in cold sweat. He grabbed Ben's wrist and shouted in a panic, "I'm going down the mountain, don't stop me, I'm going down the mountain!"

"Producer, he's covered in blood!" Luf screamed and took a few steps back.

Only then did everyone realize that half of the panic-faced man's body was stained red with blood, and even his five fingers holding Ben were stained with blood.

"Did you kill someone?!" Ben shook his arm vigorously, and told the crew behind him, "Call the police!"

"It's not me, it's not me! It's a ghost, it's a ghost that killed Ali!"

As the man spoke, he waved his hands in a panic, and the drips of blood that hadn't dried out splashed onto several people opposite him with his movements.

"What are you doing? It's disgusting!" Ben stood at the front of the team, and he naturally suffered the most pollution.

"Is the Ali you're talking about the one who told Mr. X's story earlier? Where is he now?"

It was unbelievable that among the crowd, only Mevis called his partner and squeezed in to interview the bloody client.

"Miss, what time is it, are you still busy doing these?"

Ben finally found out that there are people in this world who are more unreasonable than himself, but he was not happy at all, "Shouldn't we call the police immediately and protect the murder scene!"

"Producer, I can't make calls..." Lu Fu said blankly while holding the phone.

If she had known that such a horrible thing would happen tonight, she would have switched shifts with Pan Shaocong and stayed at the radio station, but unfortunately it seemed too late to regret it.

"Yeah, my phone is the same, I don't know why there is no signal!"

The panicked staff members all desperately dialed familiar numbers, but unfortunately none of them dialed successfully.

"Mike, try our satellite phone." Seeing the situation getting weirder, Mavis put his last hope on the cameraman.

"He, no way." The foreigner with awkward pronunciation shook his head after trying the phone.

"What the hell is going on? Is someone playing tricks on us? Everyone check if there are signal shielding devices or something like that!" Ben shouted, scratching his hair.

"It's useless."

A crisp loli voice suddenly interjected behind the chaotic noise, "No one can leave this school tonight."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone including the bloody man who was already in a dazed state looked behind him.

Song Ci, who squatted and watched the excitement for a long time, shrugged and stood up, "Don't you think it's strange? Why is the tent on the other side of the Ghost Association so quiet? Everyone has been arguing for so long, and the dead should hear the movement."

"Also," she pointed at the isolated man, "why is he the only one who can report the news?"

"Is he the ghost?"

As expected of a showrunner, as soon as Lu Fu uttered this imaginative sentence, everyone quickly backed away to avoid it.

Song Ci was also defeated by her whimsy, "He is just a relatively unlucky person. If I remember correctly, you are the one who took care of Ali before, right? I don't know what your name is?"

Perhaps because he had found the backbone, the man's throat quickly rolled a few times, and he said tremblingly: "My name is Awei, because I drive a taxi, and people in the forum call me Shiwei."

"Ah Wei, right? I have something to ask you. However, I suggest that you and those who have come into contact with blood stains clean up your body first. After all, these things, hehe..."

Her meaningful laughter at the end woke up the program crew who were still trying to get in touch with the outside world. All the people who came into contact with the blood, including Awei, hid in the auditorium to change their clothes.

"Hey, the matter is serious, you promised that I will take care of them." Huang Yaozu, who was always awake, looked at the three foreign reporters who kept whispering and said with a sad face.

"Huang Sir, it's obviously a dirty thing brought by the Ghost Association, and you want to rely on me?"

Song Ci tightened his clothes, chewing cereal bars to replenish his strength, "Until now, except for that check and my personal sponsorship from the radio station, I haven't received a penny of salary from the Miscellaneous Department, your The officer doesn't want me to work for nothing, does he? No matter how young I am, I still have to eat!"

"At this time, the calculation is so clear. The officer's account can be settled slowly. What about these people in front of us?" Huang Yaozu discussed in a good-tempered manner.

"It depends on my mood. Why do you take care of things that are not beneficial, and no one asks for it?"

Song Ci took a sip of hot water unhurriedly, "You don't have to worry about those Yankees, even if they shoot something back, it will only let the people of the world see that Hong Kong's special effects technology can catch up with Britain and the United States. No one will believe it."

"That's what I said..."

Huang Yaozu wiped his face irritably, and then curiously studied the little girl who just reached his shoulder, "Why have all the strange things come out since I partnered with you, what kind of physique do you have?"

"They would still run out without me!"

Song Cibao glanced at Huang Yaozu out of the corner of his eye with the same gaze, "As for Sir, it's hard to say whether you will retire smoothly or not."

"Crow's Mouth!"

After running a few steps on the spot, Huang Yaozu, who felt that his body had regained some heat, turned his attention to the silent tents, "Do you think the people inside have been crushed by ghosts? Why is there no sound at all? It's so far away, I feel weird there."

"I'll find out later."

Song Ci said, facing Awei who came out from the gate, "Can you tell me everything that happened after you entered the tent?"

After changing into clean clothes and being surrounded by the crowd, Ah Wei, holding hot coffee, regained a sense of security, calmed down and said, "Everyone is very tired after eating supper, and they just washed up and went back to the tent to rest. .Because I was taking care of Ali when I was telling the story, the president arranged us in a tent. Ali was getting colder and colder, so I had to feed him medicine again and gave him the blanket. he."

"I've always been very courageous, otherwise I wouldn't have driven the night bus. When I first heard the story, I didn't take it to heart. Everyone in the forum knows that it's hard to tell if it's true or not. , I’ve heard it. But who knows that after I closed my eyes, before I fell asleep, I was suddenly pulled into a barren mountain by a strong force, and then I had the same dream in a waking state .”

Awei couldn't help shivering when he said this, "The scene in the dream is exactly the same as the story Ali told. The most frightening thing is that when I passed by the team of people carrying the coffin, I saw all the people who participated in this event together. The members of the camp, except Ali. When I regained consciousness, I felt as if I was sinking in a cold pool of water. Only then did I realize..."

"What did you find?" Mavis asked excitedly.

"I found myself soaked in cold blood, and Ali," recalling that terrifying moment, Awei's hands were shaking until he couldn't even hold the coffee cup, "Ali is dead! It's just that silent He died next to me without a breath, and his whole body was smashed like Mr. X's friend!!!"

All the people around Ah Wei subconsciously swallowed their saliva. The fear in everyone's hearts at this moment is definitely not the understatement of depression when they heard Mr. X's story before, but a deeper trembling from the soul.

"David, come with me to that tent to have a look!" Mevis called out to the colleague who was carrying the camera.

"Miss He, do you really want to go there? Some things can't be turned back from the beginning!" Song Ci kindly reminded her.

The woman who followed Ali was obviously more vicious than the mother and son. At least she had been staring at the enemy's family for decades, and would not launch a large-scale indiscriminate attack.

"That's how I do things. I never give up halfway." Mevis smiled confidently.

"Then good luck to you."

Good words can't persuade the damn ghost, Song Ci has tried his best as a passerby.

"Ah Wei, which tent do you live in?" Mavis finally asked.

"...dark blue." Awei didn't even have the courage to look back.

"OK, Mike follow us!" Mavis waved to the radio operator behind him, and they walked towards the tent in the corner together.

Ben, who didn't want to lose the heavy exclusive news, originally planned to let the photographer of the program group follow him, but when he heard Awei's words, he suddenly remembered the horrible picture he had seen by mistake.

"Producer, we can't make it through yet." The cameraman who was screaming and about to refuse in his heart asked dawdly.

"No, we'll talk about it later." Shaking his head to shake off the erratic phantoms in his mind, Ben hesitated, "At most, I will pay some money for resource sharing."

Unknowingly, the camera who had escaped the catastrophe hurriedly hid behind him, for fear that his boss would regret it temporarily.

More than a dozen people in a waking state just stood in the light at the entrance of the auditorium, silently watching the three foreign reporters who gradually walked into the darkness.

The first female reporter to get into the tent quickly ran out covering her mouth, pouring her stomach full towards the ground.

Immediately after that, the tall and burly cameraman fled. He had forgotten his original mission and kept repeating a few words, "No! No! God!!'"

Only the radio engineer who survived the accident because the site was too narrow could keep calm, but he didn't dare to take a step closer to the tent when his two colleagues became like this.

The extremely embarrassed Mevis ran back after spitting out the last mouthful of sour water, and asked Xing Shi, who was watching from a distance, "Is this really not the special program you prepared? The people in it really died ?!"

It was the first time that Ben, who had witnessed everything that happened, was grateful for his wrong decision, "Miss, dead people don't have fakes! We can't afford such expensive extras!"

"Then what should we do? We can't call the police and who will deal with all this, why don't we find someone to go down the mountain for help or send an SOS signal?"

Mevis, who grew up abroad, never imagined that just an extremely ordinary visit abroad would lead him into such a terrible situation. It is a terrifying existence that truly subverts cognition.

"You think this is the United States, and you still send out a distress signal. Who cares about you in the dark! Unless you set fire to the mountain!"

Helpless, Ben said with a headache: "It's almost three o'clock. It's not safe for anyone to go down the mountain so late. It's better for everyone to gather together and persist until dawn. It's only two hours, and it will pass quickly."

"Producer, why don't you call the people from the Spiritual Association? More people have more strength, and it will save them from being possessed by ghosts in their sleep and turning around to hurt us." Against the fire from the boss, Lu Fu said cautiously.

"Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier!" Ben patted the hostess's shoulder vigorously, "Everyone act, and pull the rest out!"

Except for the ghost-catcher duo who had been staying out of the matter, everyone avoided the tent that was gradually emitting a strong bloody smell with extreme caution, and dragged or carried the rest of the unconscious people to the open space.

"Sleeping so deeply?"

Ben crouched beside the president and shook his body vigorously, "Mr. Li? Get up and call it a day! You won the lottery [-]\lottery!"

"Your strength is too weak." Song Ci looked at Ben with a smile on his face, trying to wake up the dreamer in various funny and attractive ways.

"That's not enough, do you still want me to give him two knives?" Ben threw him to the ground desperately.

"Let me demonstrate to you."

Song Ci sat directly on President Li's chest, slapped him hard on the cheek, "Wake up!"

Her violent shout was bursting out with the power of her soul, but the seemingly invisible sound wave contained the power to cleanse people's hearts.

"Cough cough," President Li, who had finally regained his senses, looked defensively at the circle of big heads surrounding him, "What are you guys going to do?"

"It's not what we want to do, it's you who want to do something bad, Mr. Li."

Ben raised his finger and pointed to the members around him who gradually regained consciousness, "You guys are in big\ trouble!"