[It's pitch black. ]
[Where is the anchor? Anchor, save me——]
[So what's going on now? ]
[I didn’t seem to hear any strange noises, so it should be fine...? ]
The view of the live broadcast room was pitch black, with occasional light. That was when the lens grazed the corner of the clothes and was exposed through a certain gap, but it was quickly covered back.
Bai Su blocked the camera.
He confirmed that the change in the style of the room was not something he could undo.
Unless he demolishes the whole room.
It's better not to do it first, demolish the house or something.
After blocking the camera and walking around the house, Bai Su found a corner with a blank wall and nothing unusual, threw the ball under the bed, and then let go.
The moment he let go, his face appeared in the camera at a death angle. The camera's built-in night vision function made Bai Su's face quite clear.
[Um……]
[This angle...the familiar angle of death. ]
[Pain Mask, you are indeed a novice! ]
Looking up from the chin, all that can be seen in the live broadcast room is the swaying neck and the bobbing Adam's apple. After a few seconds, the black-haired young man's face finally appeared on the screen.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his face was furrowed and he was posing for the camera, his lips were moving, but he couldn't be heard in the live broadcast room.
[I’m anxious, is there anyone who can lip read? What is the anchor talking about? ]
[It seems like... taking down... the camera? ]
[Xiaobai wants to remove the camera? ? ]
Bai Su really wants to remove the camera and interrupt the live broadcast so that he can go back to sleep... huh?
Just after removing the back cover, his movements stagnated.
He pinched the back cover with his fingertips and crushed it hard, and the plastic shell in his hand shattered into powder.
But the next second, the back cover appeared on the camera intact.
Can't be dismantled.
It cannot be dismantled by conventional means. This is already a supernatural item.
With this in mind, Bai Su pressed the camera with both hands and pressed it in. He only heard a few cracking sounds, and the black-haired young man was left with a ball of mechanical pieces squeezed into a ball.
However, just a second later, a camera reappeared in mid-air and was still falling.
A hand caught the camera just as it was about to fall to the carpet.
From the perspective of the live broadcast room, the black-haired young man muttered silently for a while and then blocked the camera again. Amidst a few reluctant shouts on the barrage, the audience heard the "click-click" sound.
[...this voice? ]
[This sound sounds a bit like some metal being crushed...? ]
[Anchor! Anchor, what are you doing? ]
No matter what the barrage said, Bai Su couldn't see it.
The black screen lasted for a few seconds, and soon the light returned to the live broadcast room.
It's not quite right to say it's bright. The only light source in the live broadcast room is... a carved table lamp in the distance?
[Wait a minute, was this decoration in the room before? ]
[I seem to have seen something strange too...is that fluffy skirt? ]
The picture that flashed by was immediately fixed, with a light-colored palm blocking half of the screen, and the picture returned to the perspective of death.
Bai Su did not answer the barrage about whether there was a skirt next to it or how the lampshade was engraved with flowers. Instead, he asked the audience a question.
"Is the live broadcast interrupted?"
[No. ]
[It didn’t stop, but the screen was black for a while. ]
[It’s not broken, so is the one on the side just now a skirt? ]
Bai Su glanced to his right from the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of the long skirt hanging on the back of the chair.
He decisively ignored the barrage and continued to hold the camera in the palm of his hand.
Since it can't be removed, just keep sleeping with the lens attached.
Bai Su doesn't care about the radio problem. As long as there is no supernatural being running to the camera and shouting "I am a ghost", he thinks it will be fine.
So Bai Su kept holding his hands, walked back to the bed, and put the camera upside down on the counter.
The barrage was full of question marks, but their wayward anchor ignored them and lay back on the bed.
The touch is false.
The fluffy and soft lace fabric feels like ordinary cotton in your hands, and so does the mattress.
The black-haired young man lay there flat and closed his eyes.
The joys and sorrows of human beings did not connect with him, and he only felt noisy.
Bai Su listened to the constant screams from the second floor and the first floor, and slowly sank into the depths of his consciousness... He could no longer sink.
He opened his eyes faintly and tilted his head towards the door.
There were constant knocking sounds on the door, and at the same time there were explosions and human cries.
"Hurry... open the door quickly, please open the door quickly! Help me -"
…
At night, the villa comes alive.
Completely different from Bai Su's indifference when faced with supernatural beings, the other humans in the villa were going crazy.
The human female lives in a room alone, and the gender difference prevents her from being in the same room as a male.
But now she regrets it.
She should share a room with other men, even on the floor. If that doesn't work out, she can leave the villa and stop living there.
If she doesn't live here, she won't—
The human woman held the coat draped over her shoulders, and the slippers on her feet made a slippery sound when stepped on.
There was water on her slippers.
She didn't know where the water came from in the corridor, or when she got it when she walked by... She felt like she couldn't get out of this corridor.
Half an hour ago, she heard the twelve bells clanging downstairs. She was still wondering whether there was such a clock in the villa, so she dozed off and fell asleep.
When she woke up half an hour later, the human woman wanted to go to the bathroom, so she put on a coat and left the room.
There are restrooms on the first and second floors of the villa. Naturally, the one on the second floor that human women want to go to.
She was not that familiar with the structure of the villa, but she could still remember the location of the bathroom in a few seconds of half-asleep thought.
She remembered turning left when going out, then walking straight to the end and turning right, and there was the third door - the human woman's footsteps suddenly stopped.
She had turned left and walked straight for a long time.
What about the corner?
The sleepyhead was instantly driven away. The human woman's half-closed eyes opened and she could see the road in front of her clearly.
Considering that people had died in this villa in the past, the lights in the corridor were on, so the human woman could see that she was indeed in the second-floor corridor.
She tried to take a few steps forward.
This time the scene changed with her pace. She gradually walked to the end of the corridor, then turned right...
"ah!"
The human female gave a short cry, unusually noticeable in the stillness of the night.
She walked into the original corridor.
It's not the one that leads to the bathroom, but the one that turns left when leaving the room door.
The human woman looked back in horror. The road extending to the left was there. She tried to poke her head out... The corridor was still the same as before.
In other words, no matter whether she goes forward or backward, she will take the same path.
The scene faced by human women now is like a ghost hitting a wall.
(End of chapter)
