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“Brother, are you sure this RV of yours didn’t come back from a scrap yard weighing?”
Lin Hao held his cell phone in front of the car, and the camera scanned the rusty second-hand RV.
Large areas of paint peeled off, and the left door was deformed and could not be closed tightly. It had to be violently kicked with the foot to close it. There was also a hideous gash in the lower right corner of the windshield, which was covered with several layers of scotch tape.
The barrage in the live broadcast room is crazy.
"How dare you call this rag a RV? Even my grandma's wheelchair is more luxurious than this one!"
"Is the anchor so poor that his pants are all gone? Hahahaha!"
"My tractors are more decent than this, really."
"It is recommended to change the name - the mobile iron coffin experience tour, it falls apart when it is opened."
Lin Hao leaned on the cold car and grinned at the camera.
"Everyone, when traveling on a budget, the key is the word 'poor'. I can shelter from the wind and rain, sleep, and run on four wheels. What kind of bicycle do I need?"
He turned over and raised his hand to pat the roof of the car. There was a muffled "pop" sound under his palm, and a few pieces of rusty skin fell down.The number of people online in the live broadcast room was pitifully in the early 200s, and most of them were waiting to see his jokes.
Lin Hao didn't care.
After working as a Qiongyou blogger for three months, he has long been accustomed to this kind of ridicule.
The total number of fans on the entire network is less than 8,000, and I have not earned a penny. The most popular comment section of each video is always the sentence: "Selling this shabby car will be enough for you to go to the restaurant three times."
But this car is his only possession now.
He was about to open the car door and show the audience the "bedroom" that he had carefully transformed using cardboard boxes and woven bags made of the same style as Auntie's, when the huge electronic screen in the lobby of the service area suddenly cut off the screen.
A harsh red news banner scrolled across the screen.
"Emergency notification - An unknown virus broke out in many places in our country at the same time. The infected people were extremely aggressive and have caused many vicious casualties. The government urgently appeals to all citizens to stay indoors immediately, close doors and windows, and wait for further notice..."
Lin Hao was stunned for a moment and turned the camera of his mobile phone to the big screen. The live broadcast captured the announcement.
The direction of the barrage changed instantly.
"It's fake, right? What kind of movie promotion video?"
"Anchor, you are very cooperative. How much does this script cost?"
"Damn it, I just did a quick search, and it was a hot topic on Weibo... It can't be true, can it?"
Lin Hao stared at the red subtitles scrolling repeatedly on the screen, his head buzzing, and he was a little confused.
His current location is a medium-sized service area on the edge of the G50 highway. There are a dozen or so tourists around, some are buying water at a convenience store, and some are scrolling through their mobile phones in the smoking area.
No one took the notice seriously.
The things on TV might be some expert trying to scare people.
The next second, a shrill scream tore through the silence of the entire hall.
Lin Hao turned around suddenly - in the direction of the convenience store, a man covered in blood bumped in from the outside!His movements were extremely weird, he ran crookedly, and his legs were twisted at an angle that was impossible for a living person to do.
Just as the ponytailed female clerk behind the checkout counter raised her head, the man had already bumped into the checkout counter like a hungry tiger, half of his body pressed down on her, and he gave her a bite on the neck!
"Crack!"
There was a clear sound like biting a brittle bone.
The female clerk's screams suddenly reached a peak, then stopped abruptly, and were replaced by some kind of wet, scalp-numbing chewing sound.
Lin Hao's mobile phone was still broadcasting live, and the camera was pointed in that direction.The barrage was instantly turned into a blank screen——
"Holy shit, shit, shit, shit!"
"Is this true??? Murder!!!"
"Call the police!!! Anchor, call the police!!!"
"Run! Anchor, run quickly!!!"
Blood spattered on the potato chip bags on the shelf next to it. It was a dazzling dark red color, much thicker than ketchup, and dripped down drop by drop.
The people in the service area were stunned for less than two seconds.
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