sjar Chapter 596 Resurrection from the Dead
Chapter 596 Resurrection from the Dead
"Ahhh, Ichiraku, I love you!"
"Brother Yile is awesome, Brother Yile is so heroic!"
"Brother Yile, are you still in need of a son? One who is 8 years and 430 months old."
At this time, Wang Jiajia, who was broadcasting at the same time, saw that the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was lively, and cooperated with the program with a smile according to the designed script.
"To thank all the fans and viewers for their continued support, today Yile will draw ten lucky viewers from the audience who posted comments and give them this wealth and prosperity talisman."
"This talisman has been personally blessed by Brother Yi Le, ensuring it attracts wealth and dispels bad luck. Collect this talisman and you will live a happy life!"
"Everyone, start posting comments!"
Wang Jiajia's pure appearance and sweet voice immediately brought the atmosphere of the live broadcast room to a climax.
"Ohhhh Jiajia I love you!"
"Brother Chen, you have so many beauties over there, can you give Jia Jia to me?"
Seeing this comment, Chen Yile was furious and scolded with a smile: "Admin, get this fake fan out."
As the lottery began, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room directly exceeded one million, pushing Chen Yile's live broadcast room to the top of the homepage hourly list.
"Well done, everyone will receive a 30,000 yuan bonus at the end of this month!"
Chen Yile looked at the frantically sliding barrage of comments and said in their work group.
"Oh, thank you, Brother Chen!"
Several people were immediately overjoyed and replied with emojis of a bunch of flowers.
Now they are a mature live broadcast team. Chen Yile is responsible for the anchor and script design, Li Yaoyao is responsible for directing and editing, Wang Jiajia appears on the screen to create an atmosphere, and Xiao Tao connects with the official Douyin to handle public relations matters.
Of course, this is the normal situation. If a special situation occurs, the system will automatically take over the equipment and conduct a 360-degree all-round live broadcast.
At midnight, the noise gradually subsided, and at this time, an audience member who had never been seen before requested a connection.
Chen Yile connected the line
What I saw was a girl with a dark face and bloodshot eyes.
She looked like a hanged ghost, and scared the fans in the live broadcast room so much that they screamed out.
"Oh my god! Otherwise, I would have thought it was some kind-hearted person who hanged himself on the spot. What's going on in broad daylight?"
"It's really terrifying. Is this person mentally ill? Or is she trying to be mysterious in order to gain fame?"
Chen Yile looked at the girl, his eyes still calm.
On the other side of the camera, the girl asked again and again in a trembling voice.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me, host?"
Chen Yile nodded solemnly.
"I can hear you, so you can tell me your problem."
The girl looked behind her in fear, then asked in panic, "Host, can you help me calculate when my mother will die?"
This sentence instantly aroused public outrage and netizens were shocked.
One by one they started accusing others like crazy.
The saliva was almost drowning the girl.
"Why did this guy come up and curse my mother to death? Is he crazy?"
"If any good person comes up here and asks when Mom will die, I think you're going to die."
Chen Yile continued to watch calmly. He looked at the girl in the camera. There was a dark blue color between his brows, and even a hint of death on his forehead.
This person is not far from death.
Her question really surprised Chen Yile. After all these long live broadcasts, this was the first time he had encountered such a strange connection.
But as a professional Yin-Yang Feng Shui anchor, Chen Yile did not immediately express his opinion. Instead, he asked, "Why do you want to ask this question?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "My mother jumped to her death half a month ago."
Through the girl's narration, Chen Yile finally understood what had happened.
It turned out that the girl's name was Xiaoli, and she worked as a clerk in a company.
She is currently single. Her father passed away early in life, and she lives with her mother in Maple Leaf Gardens.
One night about a month ago, when she was sleeping in her bedroom, she suddenly heard rustling sounds coming from the living room.
"Could it be that a rat got in?"
She was afraid that mice would steal the leftovers on the table, so she decided to go and check.
But when she opened the door, she saw a scene that made her heart ache.
The window was open somehow, and the cool night breeze blew in from the window, blowing the curtains fluttering.
In the moonlight, she vaguely saw her mother sitting by the window with a dazed look on her face.
Hearing the sound of her opening the door, her mother turned around and gave her a strange smile, then jumped straight down from the windowsill.
Two seconds later, she heard a "thump" and it was the sound of her mother's body falling to the ground.
She quickly called an ambulance.
But it was obvious that no one could be saved at that height.
She didn't know why her mother wanted to commit suicide that day.
She guessed that her mother might be under too much pressure in life and couldn't bear it, so she didn't investigate further.
She attended her mother's funeral and witnessed her mother's body being placed in the crematorium.
Although she was heartbroken, she still had to live and could only force herself to continue going to work every day.
The problem occurred four days ago.
Four nights ago, Xiaoli returned home from get off work. As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the familiar fragrance of food.
She subconsciously asked, "Mom, what delicious food have you made again?"
As soon as she said this, she realized something was wrong. Her mother had passed away, so how could she cook?
But what's with the aroma of food?
Just then, a figure walked out of the kitchen.
"Lili, you're back. Come and have dinner!"
Her mother, wearing an apron, said to her with a smile.
Xiaoli was stunned for a moment.
Isn't mother dead?
So, who is this person in front of me?
She looked at her mother and suddenly realized that the face seemed a little strange to her.
My mother's face was thinner than before, and her eyes, which had been drooping, now seemed to be hanging upwards, with a strange light in them.
"What are you standing there for? Come and eat."
"oh oh."
Xiaoli's brain suddenly froze. She responded blankly and sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the sumptuous dishes in front of her, which were obviously her favorites, she had no appetite at all.
She saw her mother pick up a piece of meat with chopsticks and chew it bite by bite.
Xiaoli didn't know what was wrong with her, so she asked, "Mom, aren't you dead?"
As soon as Xiaoli finished speaking, the room suddenly became quiet.
A moment later, Xiaoli was hit on the head with chopsticks.
"You silly girl, what are you talking about? What's this about life and death?"
Xiaoli looked at her mother, and her mother's eyes became even more unfathomable.
Xiaoli made an excuse that she was not feeling well and ran to her bedroom.
She took out her cell phone and called her second uncle.
She wanted to confirm this with the relatives who were attending the funeral.
"Beep——" The phone rang twice, and my second uncle's rough, hoarse voice came from the receiver.
"Xiao Li, how come you have time to call your second uncle?"
"Second uncle, isn't my mother dead?"
"What, what are you talking about, kid?"
My second uncle had no idea what she was talking about.
Xiaoli didn't believe it and called her aunt again.
My aunt's reaction was the same as my second uncle's. She had no recollection of her mother having a funeral.