A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 133 When people do bad things, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it is worth it
Twenty minutes ago.

When Zhong Xie found this special weird creature that kept making the broadcast noise of "stay at home and wait to die", he was attracted by its unique industrial beauty at first sight.

The body is slender and tall, about seven or eight meters high. The main structure is made up of nearly ten steel pipes, and the joints are connected by gears and bearings, but all the movements are counterintuitively smooth, showing a cold industrial beauty, and it is the kind of hard-line industry with edges and corners that was popular in the Soviet era.

The head seemed to be made up of the car's recorder, but Zhong Xie couldn't see clearly, after all, he didn't know much about car radio.

Now, the originally modern car radio has been turned into a horror story, and its function is similar to that of an old-fashioned tape recorder. There seems to be something constantly turning in the tape compartment, making a slight noise.

There are ten antennas installed on the top of the car radio. Each antenna is folded into an angle of about 120 degrees. Together, they look like the ribs of a huge umbrella, constantly expanding and contracting with the sound coming from the tape recorder.

It looks like a jellyfish in the ocean, rhythmically waving its tentacles to control the water flow and move.

Few creatures can combine elegance and cuteness as skillfully as Miss Black Goat. However, unlike Miss Black Goat, the radio ghost story in front of him does not appear lazy and glamorous, but has an industrial metallic texture.

Well, it's like an aristocratic girl during the first industrial revolution in the early nineteenth century, sitting in a mechanically constructed carriage.

She wore a metal mask that could cover half of her face diagonally. The mask was inlaid with exquisite movable gears. The half of her face that was exposed was naturally cute and charming, but her expression was particularly calm and indifferent, as if she was deeply influenced by the teachings and constraints of aristocratic etiquette.

With this elegance and loveliness, the noble girl's carriage loomed in the London smog, just like the current radio horror show that is looming in the fine rainstorm.

You are so beautiful!
Just after meeting the radio ghost for the first time, Zhong Xie felt that Kuster was deeply in love with him, so he decided to let Kuster and the radio ghost have a child.

However, the name "Radio Ghost Talk" did not suit Zhong Xie's taste, so he affectionately called his second-generation daughter-in-law "Teletubbies".

"Warning... Haicheng has issued a red rainstorm warning from today. All residents are requested to... stay at home... stay at home and wait for death."

Just like a daughter-in-law responding to her father-in-law's expectations, the Teletubbies in the rainstorm noticed Zhong Xie approaching, and the warning voice in the radio head became louder.

Unfortunately, this warning was of no use. Instead, it made Zhong Xie quicken his pace. Shushu's agility was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

Different from Zhong Xie's excitement, the faceless man Zhang Kai felt an indescribable tension and depression in his heart when he saw this huge monster. When the tape compartment on the other party's broadcast head was aimed at him, he clearly saw the flesh and blood in the rotating tape compartment.

The plasma and bone residue spun at high speed, just like throwing a corpse into a washing machine full of blades.

At this moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by a higher predator in the food chain.

Top predator?
But my current camp...

It should be the Faceless Man.

No?
Before his mind, which was frozen by fear, could react and think again, Zhong Xie beside him had already run towards the broadcast head without caring about his relatives.

Although he didn't know whether this metaphor was appropriate or not, and whether it was suitable to be used here, Zhang Kai still wanted to say something.

He is very similar to the Japanese soldier played by Pan Changhe in the comedy movie "Raise Your Hands" that I have seen before, except that the bow-legged soldier in the movie cannot run so smoothly.

Zhang Kai firmly believes that resemblance in spirit is the best resemblance.

Just as Zhang Kai was about to step forward to help, Zhong Xie suddenly turned around as if he had eyes on his back, stretched out his hand towards Zhang Kai, and made a "stop" gesture.

"Don't come over here, let me do it alone!"

Zhong Xie's voice penetrated the heavy rain and accurately intercepted Zhang Kai's footsteps.

This……

Maybe it's for my sake, right?

He couldn't bear to see me get hurt by the radio head?
Zhang Kai was skeptical in his heart, but on second thought, he changed "skeptical" to "believing". He had to change it even for the sake of team atmosphere.

Although he heard the feeling of "Let me enjoy the experience alone!" in some MOBA games, he also noticed a slight signal of "eating alone" in Zhong Xie's words.

But after thinking about it again, Zhang Kai smiled with relief. How could fighting against strange creatures be considered a single-handed victory?
I really like Lenovo.

Zhang Kai couldn't help but shook his head, and then he saw Zhong Xie running to the feet of the broadcasting head, climbing the bloody mouth beside him like a monkey.

The three bloody mouths were suspended in the air, just like the rock points on the artificial rock wall in the rock climbing events at the Olympics, providing Zhong Xie with the possibility of receiving force in mid-air.

Every time Zhong Xie exerted force upward to complete a climbing action, the bloody mouth at the bottom would disappear and appear out of thin air above Zhong Xie, providing him with the next leverage point.

During this rapid climb, Zhong Xie soon arrived next to the head of the radio and pounced towards the car radio.

The broadcasting head obviously didn't expect that this tiny human would dare to pounce directly at her, but she reacted quickly and dodged flexibly with a sliding step.

Her pole feet slid a short half step on the ground, creating tiny sparks, but they were quickly drowned out by the heavy rain, leaving only a slight flash, like the twinkle in a lover's eyes.

At the same time, the antennas above the broadcasting head also began to attack Zhong Xie who missed his target. A group of antennas were gathered together from multiple directions and stabbed towards Zhong Xie together with agile and graceful movements.

Now she doesn’t look like a budding British industrial aristocratic girl anymore, but more like a budding female knight in green.

Zhong Xie roared, making the sound of Tian Boguang, and used the power of the bloody mouth to flip his body in the air. Then he grabbed the two ends of the bloody mouth with both hands and pulled them into thin strips. He used it as a short rope to put on the antenna, and then he slid along the antenna to the end like a zipline.

Taking advantage of the situation and hugging the heroine's huge broadcasting head, Zhong Xie sat astride her left shoulder, turned his head to look at the tape compartment on the Teletubbies' head, and clearly saw the swirling meat and blood inside.

"what!"

The Teletubbies made a sharp popping sound. This was the first time she had said anything other than a "warning" since she met Zhong Xie, which was enough to show how special Zhong Xie was to her.

After screaming, Teletubbies panicked and slipped and sat on the ground. She seemed to have suffered a serious blow. Blood gushed out of the tape compartment and the antenna on her head began to shrink rapidly, like silent sobs.

Today’s radio head no longer looks like a budding female hero, but rather a budding high school girl who was frightened by a bad boy’s prank during class break, so she hid in her seat and cried quietly.

The usually cute little face was buried in his arms, and his small shoulders twitched, showing his inner unrest.

To use a human analogy, Zhong Xie just now was a strange, agile ghost baby, which excitedly climbed around your body to the side of your head, and when you had no time to dodge, it jumped onto your shoulder in an extremely strange way and stared straight into your eyes.

The distance between the two parties may be only five centimeters.

Four centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Minus twenty centimeters.

Because Zhong Xie opened her tape compartment and stuck his upper body in to check.

He released the flesh, blood and bone mud. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the flesh and blood in the tape warehouse did not seem to be human.

It's a primate, but not a human. Judging from the silver-stained skin...

Looks like a Faceless Man.

Is this thing eating the Faceless One?
Zhong Xie blinked his eyes, and his brain immediately became active.

Wouldn't that be a large-scale killing weapon for the Faceless Men?
When Zhong Xie emptied the flesh and blood in the tape compartment, the Teletubbies stopped crying and instead stood still, like a robot that had been drained of energy and collapsed powerlessly on the ground.

That is to say...

The flesh and blood in the tape warehouse is her motivation.

Zhong Xie was in deep thought, and at this moment, through touching he got some strange information about Teletubbies.

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Strange story name: Recording number
Weirdness level: Unknown

Weird Talk: Unknown

Introduction: A special ghost story that was born in the storm of ghost story force. It is a neutral ghost story when there is no blood and flesh supply in the tape warehouse. It can be driven by the camp points.

Faction Ability: Conversion

Ability details: By placing a living creature into the tape compartment, the creature's flesh and blood can be converted into sound signals and transmitted. The specific content of the recording is related to the creature itself.

Note: This neutral weird story is extremely special, and its ability may cause unimaginable things, so please use it with caution.

"This thing can actually be a neutral weirdness? It needs faction points and living creatures to activate it, right?"

Zhong Xie muttered to himself while spitting out several mouthfuls of rainwater.

When performing the mission in the rainstorm, he did not forget to help Jiang Shuran upgrade her Blood Mouth Ghost Talk. He used the Blood Mouth to absorb the ghost talk power and rain water all the time.

And he was vomiting rain all the time.

I feel like my mouth is about to be softened by the water, and I need a tsundere Teletubbies to help me keep my mouth tough.

Zhong Xie reviewed the strange information he got from Teletubbies, then thought for a moment and cleared his throat.

"vomit--"

With a spit from the bloody mouth, three fat pigs immediately rushed into the tape compartment of the Teletubbies. Without waiting for the broadcast head to have any rejection reaction, Zhong Xie immediately closed the lid of the tape compartment and then sealed it completely.

After inputting the "biological tape", the tape warehouse did not delve into what was stuffed in, and immediately began to rotate at high speed, using the blades in the warehouse to cut the fat pig into flesh and blood, and then melted it into something like blood mud.

"Eh? Can it really be activated?" Zhong Xie's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't expect that the fat pig, whose "living being" identity he denied, could actually activate the Teletubbies smoothly, and he didn't even need camp points.

The ghost story "Recording Number" really stood up, but his gestures no longer had the agility and grace he once had, and his smiles and frowns no longer had that elegance and loveliness.

Now she is like a stiff lifelike doll, unable to provide any emotional value to Zhong Xie.

The antenna slowly straightened and began to transmit sound signals in all directions. However, Zhong Xie heard nothing. It was as if the entire sound-playing device of the ghost story was stuck and could not function normally.

Is it because the "bio-tape" I input only has "blank" in it?
There is no useful information, so the entire Teletubbies is stuck?

Now it can only output "blank", and nothing else can be done?
Well, from now on you are not my Teletubbies, you are just a recording number who puts "non-biological tapes" into the tape compartment like a toy.

Zhong Xie shrugged. He was not a necrophile, so he was not very interested in the current recording number. He had a hunch that this recording number seemed to be able to transmit the information he wanted to a specific group, but its specific usage was definitely not like it was now.

For example, if a person is sent in as a "biological tape", the sound message can be transmitted to all members of the "human" camp in the ghost story incident.

This is more in line with Zhong Xie's understanding of the logic of ghost stories.

Unfortunately, the fat pig, as a "non-living thing", cannot do this, but it is better than normal non-living things because it is indeed made up of an inorganic substance similar to flesh and blood, which can deceive the recording number retrieval system.

Unfortunately, this integrated tape recorder and broadcaster has become more like a modern product after being turned into a fantasy, rather than a modern product, so it is unable to intelligently detect the tapes.

So Zhong Xie jumped off the recording room and walked towards Zhang Kai, and Zhang Kai's eyes suddenly changed as if he saw something.

Zhong Xie noticed something and immediately rolled forward to avoid the attack from behind.

When he quickly looked back, he found that the recording number was attacking him at an extremely slow speed.

This slow movement immediately reminded Zhong Xie of a fat pig.

That's right, is this the result of installing the fat pig tape?

Attack me...

Is it because fat pigs will also prioritize devouring the nearest living organisms?
Zhong Xie thought about it and waved to Zhang Kai.

So three minutes later, a simple perpetual motion machine was made.

Zhong Xie sat on the top of the recording number, grabbed the recording number's antenna, and tied it into two bundles with both hands. This look...

It's like grabbing twin ponytails from behind.

At the end of the antenna, he hung the faceless man Zhang Kai in front, just in front of the recording number's tape warehouse, which was equivalent to hanging him in front of the recording number.

Driven by the instinct of devouring creatures, the Recording Number began to move forward, but because Zhang Kai was connected to herself, she could never devour Zhang Kai in front of her and was forced to keep moving forward.

Zhong Xie figured out how to control the recording number by controlling his twin ponytails.

Push forward with both hands, the twin ponytails will move forward, Zhang Kai will be farther away from the recording number, so the recording number will slowly accelerate.

Push the right hand forward, Zhang Kai will move to the left, so the recording number will turn left, and vice versa.

In this way, the structure of such a simple and easy-to-use perpetual motion machine is completed.

Although it is of no use now, Zhong Xie believes that Lin Youlan, who has camp points, will be able to discover the true purpose of the recording number.

At this time, Lin Youlan listened to Zhong Xie's exaggerated description, which naturally omitted the psychological journey of the father-in-law and daughter-in-law. She looked at Zhong Xie, who was soaked in rain, nodded solemnly, and praised him: "Comrade, you have worked hard."

"Not bad." Zhong Xie's eyes flickered for a moment, "When people do bad things, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it's worth it."

(End of this chapter)