After Bai Su returned to the camera, human women no longer had to maintain a stiff smile alone.
For some reason, the human woman always felt her arms were cold, so she specially added a thin coat, but the effect was not good.
She regretted taking this job.
Human women's live broadcasts have always been tepid, and she is not top-notch in terms of appearance. She has sharpened her face and beautified it, and even if she uses all the beauty features, she still can't be among the first batch.
She doesn't know how to do the whole thing, and she will be warned if she crosses the line.
I wanted to take advantage of the heat... The human female glanced to the right, and she saw the black-haired young man standing beside her, quietly acting as a waiter.
They had inspected this room many times after receiving the mission from their leaders.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, but considering that their inspections were all done during the day, and they had never stayed in this house at night, they could only say that there was nothing wrong with the villa during the day.
Now, the time has come for night.
I walked around the house for almost two hours - interrupted by various natural and unnatural reasons, and the live broadcast stopped and went.
Fortunately, humans were well prepared and there was no interruption in the live broadcast due to power outage.
"Then what's next -" Bai Su read the note, "is a sleep broadcast that will return for a limited time."
Because the client requested it, he said it confidently and without any guilt.
"Anyway, that's pretty much it. The camera will be fixed later and you can feel free to do whatever you want."
[...There is a sense of déjà vu as if it is used and thrown away. ]
[It’s not that I can’t watch the sleeping live broadcast for the sake of my face, but isn’t there something very wrong with this house? ]
The barrage exemplified what was wrong in the previous live broadcast, and some observant contestants had already touched the edge of the information about the haunted house.
Bai Su ignored the audience's concerns and fell asleep.
The room was borrowed from the male owner's bedroom. According to the male owner, there were some strange noises in the room where he slept at night.
The rest of the humans borrowed other rooms, and some humans were still awake and still had work to do.
In the early hours of the morning, footsteps could be heard upstairs.
At first, the people who noticed something was wrong were the humans who were watching the live broadcast room in the living room.
A group of humans are divided into several groups, sleeping in turns and working in shifts.
The man was sitting at the computer, staring at the screen boredly.
There was only a black head in the live broadcast room on the screen. The man really didn't know what was so attractive about this "little pretty face", but the viewers still liked this face very much...
For example, they still stay in the live broadcast room and post comments about their overnight life. In addition to chatting with each other, they occasionally express some opinions on the sleeping posture of the black-haired young man.
[No matter how many times I see it, I have to say, this sleeping position looks too much like the ones displayed in mourning halls (gestures)]
[Xiaobai No. 1 is motionless]
[Mainly, Xiaobai, he really doesn’t change his position from lying down to waking up. Is this really reasonable? ]
The human man didn't know whether it was reasonable or not. He only knew that it was almost time and he should hold a small lottery in the live broadcast room to liven up the atmosphere.
But why did Lao Hei come up with this money?
The human man didn't think about it. He tapped his fingers mechanically on the keyboard a few times and edited an instruction.
Speaking of which, did he hear the sound of dripping water?
Tick tock, tick tock.
The sound of dripping water kept coming into his ears and into his head. The man tapped the edge of the keyboard irritably, wanting to call someone to take a look, but he was the only one awake at the moment.
"Trouble." After spitting, the man stood up from the sofa in the living room, "It should be okay if you leave for a while."
The clock in the living room dinged the hour of twelve.
The man went to the bathroom first.
The sound of dripping water that surrounded him at 360 degrees made it impossible for him to determine where the sound came from, so he could only randomly pick a place where there might be a leak and have a look.
The bathroom door was open, and the man looked over. There was no sign of leakage, except that the mirror was a little foggy.
Wait, the mirror is foggy?
The man raised his head, and the mirror in front of the sink, which was parallel to his line of sight, was covered with a layer of fog or gray at some point, and his figure was vaguely printed on it.
"Why is it so dirty..." the man muttered, and then walked inside.
He did not choose to wipe the towel around him, but pulled up his sleeves and kept smearing the mirror surface.
"What's going on...Why can't you wipe it clean?"
The cuffs of the long sleeves were in friction and contact with the mirror surface, and the gray marks became more and more blurred and messy, with no sign of being wiped off or becoming clean at all.
"Why can't you wipe it clean?" the man repeated in a low voice.
There was the sound of dripping water in my ears, and there was a gray mirror in front of me.
After wiping the sleeves for a while, the man gave up the option and turned to his own hands.
The rough but soft skin collided with the mirror, and the violent force kept squeezing the palm. The red palm was scratched at a certain moment, but the owner of the hand was unaware and continued to repeat the movements on his hand.
With the lubrication of the red liquid, the gray on the mirror became easier to erase.
The man's face lit up, and he sped up the movements in his hands. The red color completely covered the mirror, revealing the hidden figure.
What was revealed in the mirror was the man's face, with varying shades of red on his pale face.
The red originally just fell on the mirror, but as the color gradually penetrated into the mirror, the wound appeared on the man's face.
"I...I am..." The joyful expression faded, and the pain made the man wake up for a moment.
A burning sensation came from his palms and cheeks. The man's mouth opened wide, trying to squeeze out a scream from his throat, but a surge of acid water came up from there.
The man choked, and then his intention was noticed. A huge force pressed down on his head and knocked the man's head down. The man hit the sink heavily.
The human's head hung completely in the pool, and invisible force slightly turned the water from the faucet.
A thin stream of water poured onto the human's head, turning the wound on the other person's forehead into a light red puddle.
The man was so dizzy that he was unconscious. If he waited for a while, the water would probably have reached his mouth and nose, and he would have drowned.
The good news is that the leak was not completely blocked and the water did not accumulate so quickly.
The bad news is that water gets in faster than it leaks.
The disappearance of the man in the living room did not attract anyone's attention. Even if the next person to take over the shift woke up to the vibrating alarm on his mobile phone, that person did not find out where the previous one had gone.
The stern-looking man looked around and vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure in the direction of the bathroom.
He must have gone to the bathroom. Thinking this, the man with a sinister look sat down and said something in the direction of the bathroom: "Wash your hands and go to bed quickly. I'm really...so sleepy."
Then he yawned and looked at the screen, listening to the dripping sound in his ears.
"It's so noisy!"
The sinister-looking man cursed lowly. He stood up and decided to investigate where the leak was.
I forgot about it at the company yesterday, so I edited the 200th chapter (?)
If it doesn't affect anything else, don't open the permissions and change them.
(End of chapter)
