Urban God-level Selection System

Zhang Wanlin's mind suddenly swelled, as if something exploded in the depths, it was still a familiar plot.

The one who should come is still to come.

This time I'm going through it again.

Damn it! ..... "Today another strange death occurred in Pingcheng District."

"The deceased was a male, 40 years old, a professional programmer."

"The time of death was from nine to eleven last night. The cause of death was extreme panic that caused the heart to pause and died."

The reporter pointed the camera at the deceased, although part of the mosaic was painted, but the face that was extremely distorted due to fear could still be seen vaguely.

The reporter reported: "This is the fifth weird death in Pingcheng District, and every time it died due to extreme panic, the police speculated that it was the same suspect."

"The method of committing the crime should be a method that makes people extremely fearful. However, experts say that this method cannot work for everyone. To make everyone extremely frightened, it is most likely that the use of related drugs has led to certain hallucinations. Caused."

"On the night of the incident, the victim's wife witnessed all this. Let us conduct an interview with her."

The camera followed the reporter to the hospital's ward. A middle-aged woman was lying on the bed with an oxygen tube inserted, with a dull expression, "Is she okay now?"

The reporter asked a doctor next to him.

The doctor said: "She has only some skin injuries on her body, which is not a major problem.

The point lies in her mentality, which caused a certain amount of mental confusion after being severely frightened.

It has recovered a little now. "

"Then can we have a certain interview with her now?"

"It should be possible. Try not to ask some sensitive questions."

The reporter handed the microphone in front of the middle-aged woman: "Hello, I am a reporter from Pingcheng TV Station and I want to interview you.

You and your husband met the murderer just last night, right? "

The woman looked at the reporter with lost eyes and nodded. She was very mechanical, as if her soul had been taken away.

"Do you still remember the physical characteristics and modus operandi of the murderer?"

The woman thought about it hesitantly, then said: "It's a woman... with long hair and a white dress."

"She was... she was... crawled out of the TV..." The woman said, the more frightened, she began to tremble.

"television?

you sure? "

The reporter asked.

"I'm sure, she just crawled out of the TV, it's terrible!!"

The woman exclaimed, "She is a ghost!! She is a ghost!"

Then the body convulsed involuntarily, rushing towards the camera like a demon.

The TV screen was dark, showing no signal.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Wanlin was sitting on the sofa, holding the remote control panel, and staring at the TV blankly.

The scene just now happened in front of you like a horror story.

Since I came into this world, there have been frequent weird incidents, but the government always uses scientific methods to prove it and criticize ghosts and gods.

There are no ghosts in this world, but the weird incidents that have happened repeatedly prove that there are ghosts! ! Pingcheng happened to be the city he was in, and several incidents were all around.

Most of the surrounding residents closed their doors tightly at night, for fear that three people would knock on the door in the middle of the night and panic.

Of course Zhang Wanlin was also afraid, but his experience as a human being and his previous life as a boxer made his mental quality very reliable.

He wondered whether to move, and now many people have moved away.

However, it was not easy to find a cheap renting house and just move out like this.

And the work is still here, which is even more inconvenient.

Zhang Wanlin relied on the fighter's fighting experience to find a good job in Pingcheng's largest KTV-security.

Specialize in those who cause trouble.

The boss valued him and paid him a lot of salary, which was 1w+, which made him work harder.

Such horrible things shouldn't happen to him, after all, he has been here for more than 20 years, and there is nothing wrong with each other.

Besides, there are so many residents here, it is unlikely to happen to him alone.

Thinking about this, he felt a lot easier in his heart and went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.

Just after he left, the TV suddenly flickered one after another, switching from the original news TV station to another scene.

This scene is very dim, in an old woods, the camera is facing a dry well, monotonous and weird.

In the hospital ward, several police officers finally subdued the middle-aged woman who suddenly broke out. The doctor gave her a tranquilizer and said: "This should be caused by too much panic, so that it produced a strong offensive.

It seems that relevant transcripts and interviews have been delayed. "

The reporter had lingering fears about what happened just now, and couldn't help asking: "Doctor, there are really no ghosts in this world, right?"

The doctor smiled and said: "How can there be ghosts? The murderer must imitate the crimes of ghosts in other ways, but we still don't know it."

Several police officers in black uniforms walked into the ward. Their uniforms were different from other police officers. They were all black and the police signs had weird words written on them.

I have never seen a police officer like this before, who are they?

The reporter was suddenly puzzled.

One of the police officers said: "Now we are taking over everything here. All irrelevant personnel are requested to leave immediately."

Turning around to the reporter again: "Don't report this type of case anymore."

The reporter just wanted to ask why, they were pushed out of the ward.

She vaguely saw the words of the Superintendent Investigation Bureau on their chests.

Is there such an institution?

Zhang Wanlin hummed a song and finally cooked the instant noodles, and now the evening TV series should also begin.

He came out of the kitchen with instant noodles, sat on the sofa, and frowned when he saw the TV.

The eyebrows become deeper and deeper.

He originally stirred up instant noodles to eat into his mouth, but stopped abruptly in the middle.

The program on the TV is wrong.

The picture quality is too bad, just like the previous TV pictures in the 90s.

And why just freeze one frame, motionless.

It's too strange.

Who is so boring to take a well?

Zhang Wanlin picked up the remote control board and pressed another TV channel, but it was useless.

No matter how many times you press it, the picture is always that dry well.

Could it be that the remote control board is broken?

No reason.

He walked to the TV again and pressed the TV button. It should be possible to switch channels now, right?

But still so, the picture of the dry well is permanently fixed on the TV.

The TV is also broken?

So the kung fu remote control board and TV set for instant noodles are all broken?

Is there a mistake?

! Seeing that the TV series he likes to watch is coming, but the TV set has a problem, Zhang Wanlin is anxious.

He unplugged the TV, intending to tinker with it himself.

But the scene before him left him stunned.

The TV without power is still on... and it still shows the picture of that dry well.

This...could it be... Zhang Wanlin's heart became colder the more he thought about it.

According to this situation, it is speculated that he should have encountered a ghost.

At this time, the lights in the living room flickered inexplicably, and water overflowed from the bottom of the TV screen.

Nima——