Midnight Anchorwoman - C106

By this time, Xu Bing was already asleep. I coughed to make sure that she didn’t react, then I took my bag and walked out of the dorm room. I didn’t forget to check to see if the door was locked from the outside.

After leaving the dormitory, the road was frighteningly dark. I turned on the flashlight and couldn’t help but look into the woods to the side. It was too dark to light up inside, so I took off the flashlight and walked quickly.

I practically jogged all the way into the office, panting heavily. Usually when there was a live broadcast, there would still be light coming out, or I could see people walking back and forth. Strangely, it was pitch black in the office tonight.

I went up the stairs to the second floor, where the space was dark, which was strange. Half of us newbies do it three or four days a day.

At this time, I had already went up to the third floor, and as usual, when I looked in, there was still no one. I started to mutter to myself, but it’s not too late, could it be that I was worried about something similar to fat director and was scared away.

I probably won’t. I slowed down because of what happened yesterday. This time, I was especially careful as I held the flashlight up carefully. I slowly walked up, afraid that I would step on some banana peel or something like that.

From the third floor to the fourth floor, we had to make a turn. I stood at the corner and looked up. There were still thirteen flights of stairs, and then I could reach the fourth floor. I went up one step at a time, and suddenly, bada, bam, there was a strange sound coming from above.

There’s someone up there, why would there be someone here? If they were on the other floor, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but on the fourth floor, everyone in the company knows it, and I’m the only one there.

I stood there without moving, taking the opportunity to put down the flashlight. At that time, my heart was thumping non-stop, could it be a thief?!

This is very possible, this is something I have always thought to be strange. Our company does live broadcast business, I have seen it before, and the equipment inside should be very expensive. The entire company has dozens of broadcast rooms, but what makes me feel strange is that our company’s doors are always open at night, and there are no security guards, and we actually haven’t been robbed.

This was indeed strange. Could it be that the thieves also felt that this place was too remote and did not conform to the rules at all?

I decided to go up and see, if there was a thief, I’d just turn around and run. I shone the flashlight up again, then walked up, the corridor on the fourth floor was frighteningly dark, and I was wearing the kind of soft shoes I wear today, walking at a slow pace, barely making a sound.

The sound actually came from the 404 live broadcast room. I could vaguely see a light coming out through the crack in the door. There was someone inside, and I kept flipping through the things inside. This was my first reaction.

Even if the company loses something, it has nothing to do with me. I looked at the time and it is already early in the morning. If you want to find the whereabouts of fat director, you have to enter the 404 direct broadcast room before 2 in the morning.

I took a tentative step forward. At this moment, my curiosity even exceeded my fear, I actually tried to pull on the door of Room 404. As the door slowly opened, I saw a man in a suit standing with his back towards me.

My heart thumped. This time, I didn’t meet a thief but a pervert. Otherwise, why would I run to 404 and smash things?

I immediately let go of her hand and turned around to run down the stairs. If it was a thief, as long as I shouted, I would be guilty of being a thief and would definitely run away as soon as I was worried that someone else would appear. This person was different.

I turned and ran down the dark stairs. The door at the back opened at once, and the man must have seen me, for I heard a rush of footsteps, and my legs began to give way as I ran down the dark stairs.

Who the hell was that guy? Could it be that I discovered some secret and came to silence him?! My mind was in a mess. I stepped on empty air and actually tumbled down the stairs from the third floor to the second floor.

I turned off the flashlight and lay there, not daring to move. Then I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from above, and I vaguely felt that person getting closer and closer to me. The whole space was frighteningly dark, and that person didn’t have a flashlight.

I heard a terrifying laughter coming from the throat of the man who walked down from above. That laughter was extremely strange, especially in this kind of situation. I lay there, not daring to take a deep breath.

Sometimes, my thoughts were too simple. I saw the space in front of me light up, and then I saw the flames. It was the light of a lighter.

What I saw was not something in the face, but something fierce. The man looked particularly fierce, with thick, heavy eyebrows and large nostrils. Especially those eyes, which gave off a murderous aura.

This is my only weapon. If he finds me, he’ll have to fight back with it. You smell of tobacco in the air.

I covered my nose. Ever since I was young, I didn’t like this smell. After smelling it, I would be unable to stop myself from coughing. At the same time, I also covered my mouth.

That person had already walked to the stairs not far in front of me, so I probably didn’t notice him. I lay there without moving, listening to the footsteps as they gradually faded away.

I let out a long breath, my throat suddenly constricting. I tried to hold it in, but I could not help but cough, and the sound was not loud, but it carried far in the terrifying silence of the night. I held my breath and did not move, and after about ten minutes, when there was no response from below, I got up from the side of the steps.

I ran down the stairs, and just as I reached the door of the first floor of the company building, a man appeared out of the shadows. He was fast, and his large, powerful hands were gripping my neck.

I wanted to shout, I couldn’t even scream, I wanted to grab back, according to what I had learned in college, and that was when I realized that when a burly man grabbed you behind him, there was no way your arm could scratch him in the face.

Fortunately, I still had that long flashlight in my hand, so I used all my strength to smash it backwards. I heard a muffled groan, it should have hit that person’s face, and the suffocating feeling on my neck weakened. I didn’t manage to struggle free.

In this situation, unless you could hit the opponent’s vitals with a single blow and then escape, the damage you deal to him would only double the amount of damage on your body. As the pair of large hands tightened around me again, I started rolling my eyes.