MTL - Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat-Chapter 409 not very scary

  Chapter 409 is not very scary

  That night, Zhao Yingnan and Shu Ling pinpointed the dormitory's 'sleep check time' and sneaked out.

  Song Qingyou, who was teasing the cat, stood up decisively and opened the door.

   "Sister Yingnan, Sister Shuling, are you going out now? Why didn't you call me?"

  The two felt guilty.

   Still Shu Ling explained: "Yingnan and I thought that this is the third night, so it's better to investigate separately."

   "The two of us will be separated when we go downstairs later, so I didn't bother calling you."

   "Oh~" Song Qingyou nodded thoughtfully, "I see."

  In the past, when the two of them saw her like this, they must wait for someone first.

  Now, Zhao Yingnan grabbed Shu Ling's arm and said firmly:

   "Shu Ling and I are here so we don't waste time, let's go first."

   After finishing speaking, she ran away without waiting for Song Qingyou to respond.

  Song Qingyou wasn't in a hurry, and said hello to the photographer, and walked out slowly after five minutes.

   The program team arranged for them to play the game "Escape from the dormitory" for one round, so they would not repeat the old tricks again, so the group left smoothly.

   After confirming that the seven people in front had left, Song Qingyou went straight to the activity room of the musical instrument club.

   She got the key to the activity room from the 'Student Council President' a long time ago.

  Just as the door was opened, a pale green light suddenly lit up in the middle of the activity room.

  A slender figure with long hair stood below, with his back to Song Qingyou.

  Her arms were raised high, as if she was about to dance in the next second.

  Song Qingyou stood at the door and stared at it for a while, but refused to go in.

   "Aren't you going in?" I couldn't help asking after taking the photo.

  Song Qingyou rolled her eyelids, but said nothing.

  She was thinking about whether she should show some face for the scary part arranged by the program group.

   Just then, the sound of a piano came from the activity room.

   is a moonlight sonata with hazy melancholy.

  As the music sounded, the figures in the middle of the activity room also moved.

  She is like a rusty doll, dancing like a machine, with weirdness everywhere.

  The originally beautiful tune, at this moment, sends chills down the spine.

  Song Qingyou admired it for a while, and didn't intend to waste any more time.

  However, just as she was about to walk in, the dancer suddenly turned his head.

  Pale face.

  Hideous expression.

   There are still tears of blood under the eyes.

  Against the bright green light, it looks like a deadly ghost.

  Song Qingyou didn't respond.

   But the follower in the back gasped, growled, and took a few steps back, almost turning around and running away.

  Especially that'spirit' was dancing and moving towards the door.

   "How about we run first—"

  Following the shooting image, I want to drag Song Qingyou to run away.

   As a result, before he finished speaking, he heard a few screams from a distance.

   "Hiss—"

   I shivered again after taking the picture.

  If it weren't for the left earphone that could still hear the voice of the staff, he would have run away long ago!

  Song Qingyou also heard the screams of course.

   And with sharp ears, he could distinguish the voices of Zhao Yingnan, Tang Zinian, and Jiang Xuyan.

   Now it seems that the teaching building in Building B must have been carefully arranged by the program team!

  The voices of those people were so loud, it just gave her a chance to find them in a legitimate way.

  Thinking of this, Song Qingyou dodged to avoid the figure in the activity room, grabbed the other person's arm, and was about to fall over the shoulder.

  The dancing 'ghost' panicked all of a sudden, "Teacher Song! Don't be impulsive! Director help!"

   At the critical moment, even help was called out.

  Song Qingyou froze for a moment, wondering if she didn't throw the person out.

   "Since you've scared people, it's time to get off work..."

  She waved her hand to let people go first.

  The pale and frightening 'female ghost' feels aggrieved:

   "Why isn't Sister Yu scared?"

   "Not very scary."

  Song Qingyou is someone who has even experienced weird worlds, how could she be afraid of these things?

   "You have to scare people, so is it possible that as long as you scare people, you will get a raise?"

   "Hey." The 'female ghost' scratched her head and smiled foolishly, the meaning was self-evident.

  The cameraman behind her silently moved away from her again.

  It’s okay to put on such scary makeup at night, but she’s still laughing!

  In fact, the group performances arranged by the program group, the purpose of recording this time is to scare a few guests.

  For those scary scenes, Wei Zhengrong only provided them with a few reference plans, and the rest were arranged by the group performers themselves.

  'Female ghost' saw that Song Qingyou was really indifferent, so she had to leave work early.

  Song Qingyou went straight to the back of the piano and opened the top cover.

"ah-"

  Enter the target screen, let the shooting image make a short exclamation sound.

  I saw under the strings on the left side of the piano, there was a **** and somewhat dry arm cut by the strings.

  In the piano, there are "blood stains" that are so red that they have turned black.

  Beside that arm, there is also a walkman that can play music regularly, and it seems that the battery has long been out.

  Take a few deep breaths with the shooting image, and after you have made enough mental preparations, you dare to look directly at the overly realistic props prepared by the program group.

  He couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid? Why didn't you react at all?"

  Song Qingyou said calmly, "I'm scared, I'm just in a daze."

  The cameraman will believe this evil.

  But seeing that Song Qingyou was not moving, he suddenly became less afraid.

  Afterwards, he saw Song Qingyou took out two pairs of plastic gloves and a plastic bag from his pocket, preparing to pack the piano.

   I was shocked by the photo shoot: "Where did you get these gloves? Why didn't I see you get them during the day?"

  Song Qingyou: "I took it in the laboratory. You probably didn't pay attention at that time."

   I was even more surprised when I took the photo: "Yes, is it?"

   But he obviously focused most of his attention on Song Qingyou!

   Not to mention the cameraman, no one in the show crew saw Song Qingyou holding the glove.

  Wei Zhengrong immediately ordered the post-production to watch the previous video again, and make sure to edit Song Qingyou's actions into the program.

  Next, Song Qingyou carefully got under the strings, put her **** arm into a plastic bag, and started to clean up the mottled blood in the piano.

   When she felt that her arms were similar to the skin of a living person, she also praised:

   "The program team prepared a good arm."

   "The blood stains are not difficult to clean up."

  Following the image: “…”

   Now he feels that the 'female ghost' who got off work just now is not as scary as Song Qingyou.

  Especially when she watched her calmly pick up the plastic bag and ran to the laboratory building to put the bag on the red maple tree...

  Song Qingyou jumped down from the tree, clapped her hands, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's done!"

   "Why not bury it under the tree?" The cameraman remembered that the script arranged by the program group was buried in the soil...

   "There are two reasons."

  Song Qingyou looked at the camera with great interest.

   "One is that the tree has already been dug up, so it's boring to continue to bury it."

"two is…"

   "What is it?" the camera asked.

"I'm lazy."

   "..."

  Song Qingyou laughed and then said the real reason: "Under this tree, there will definitely be people digging. If they dig, a **** arm falls from the sky..."

  Following the image: “…”

understood.

   A moment of silence for the next digger.

   "Let's go, let's go to Building B."

  (end of this chapter)