Chapter 331 Crack down on “fake” anchors

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"Good evening, viewers. I am the famous anti-counterfeiting live broadcast anchor Burritt Wall. Tonight we will visit the haunted house."

[I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw the live anchor. 】

[I thought I would never see the anchor on the air again. 】

[The broadcast was so urgent yesterday, I thought the live broadcast was cut off by ghosts. 】

[Anchor, did you sleep well last night? 】



"What are you talking about?" Bolit looked at the barrage and couldn't help but grinned:

"I told you to believe in science. I eat well and sleep soundly. What's the problem? I think what George Augustus said is quite reasonable. Today's era is really entertaining to death, even ghosts Everything he grows can be used for marketing. I think I might have to vote for him. I hope he can rectify this unhealthy trend after he comes to power!"

[Laughing, who do you think is responsible for the haunting? 】

[Laughing to death, the number one ghost propagandist on the Internet is canvassing votes for anti-superstition candidates! 】

[Laughing, I think what George wants to block most is your live broadcast room! 】

[Laughing, I still believed in science before watching your live broadcast! 】

【Laughing to death...】

In just a few seconds, all the barrage unified the speech format, which made Feng Xue couldn't help but lament the convergence of netizens in the information age.

He shook his head and stopped discussing this topic. If he mentioned it, it would be a joke. If he talked about it too much, it would be easy to tie the two identities together.

After greeting the elites waiting at the door of the apartment, Burritt received an electronic key. He followed the information to check the house number and said:

"The place where the anchor came today is the Rhine River Community. Some unpleasant things happened here before, so the anchor was invited by the property rights owner to come and break the superstition..."

[Rhine River Community... My dear, the cheapest house there starts at 30 million, right? 】

【thirty million? That's the cost! Can someone who can buy a house in this place value a small single person with an area of ​​20 square meters? 】

【Fuck! Isn't it the haunted house No. 13 in District 19 that the anchor went to? 】

[I think I’ve heard of it, it’s the community where a group director died. 】

[As soon as you said it, I remembered it. Is it the haunted house where six consecutive owners died? 】

[The boss is confused. If you ask the anchor to fight against fakes, wouldn’t that mean you’re on the right track? 】

[You still don’t understand this? This means taking a solid stance! If the anchor doesn't come, who knows how people die? When the anchor comes, it's up to the ghost to kill him. If Dunn is invited to catch the ghost, won't this house be cleansed? 】

[Fuck, it is indeed a VIP barrage, it makes sense! 】



Seeing the noise in the live broadcast room, Feng Xue shook her head and continued to explain:

"Speaking of it, I have been dragged to places like haunted houses and haunted houses since I was a child, but this is the first time I tell you clearly just to clean up the house. I have to say, it is indeed a Rhineland. He is just not in the same dimension as those small real estate developers!"

[What was your identity at that time? Now you are a big anchor with tens of millions of fans! 】

Praise immediately poured out from the barrage, which made Feng Xue couldn't help but smile. Although it was a question whether there could be 100,000 real people among the so-called tens of millions of fans, at least he could feel that there was a large amount of [knowledge] following him. The tag of [famous anchor] flooded into his body.

Using the electronic key to open the door, Feng Xue entered the luxury apartment.

Although it is an apartment, a duplex structure of more than 200 square meters is actually no different than a villa.

At this time, most of the furniture in this apartment has been removed, and the walls have been repainted. It does not look like a so-called haunted house at all. However, every time Mr. Burlett opens a door, there will be viewers in the live broadcast room. There are ghosts screaming.

However, Feng Xue was not afraid at all, because he had already used some means to figure out the problems behind the house.

To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than the trick of blaming everything on ghosts after killing someone, including inviting Feng Xue over, all in order to deliberately prove that it is "haunted", so as to completely remove someone from this incident. Just take it out.

However, after all, the cyber world is a world of "entertainment to death". No one cares how many bowls of noodles Liu Zi has eaten. Compared with the uninteresting and even boring ending of "everything is done by people", netizens are obviously more I would like to see strange stories like "Ghost Killing".

Therefore, Feng Xue did not intend to be that boring person who revealed the secrets of magic, nor did he intend to use his brain to transcode the information obtained through technical means into deductive reasoning.

So I just let nature take its course and became a ghost detective and anti-counterfeiting anchor. As for the murderer... he would also be killed by a "ghost" before long.



Although the barrage performance is first-rate, in fact the entire live broadcast process is not interesting. To put it bluntly, it is just a grown man wandering around the room.

As the patience of the audience in the live broadcast room began to be worn away by those empty rooms with no fancy, Feng Xue estimated that the time was almost up, and immediately took out a roll of yoga mats from his suitcase and spread it on the open space in the living room, saying nonchalantly:

"Everyone has seen that I have visited the entire apartment, and there are no ghosts at all. But this time the sponsor asked to stay here for one night, so I just made a bed here."

As he spoke, he opened the terminal, called up a decryption game, and said while playing:

"I'm bored anyway, so I'm going to play a reasoning game live. This game has a rating of 9.9. It looks like it should be pretty good. It's just the right time for you to see my ability as a legendary reasoning expert!"

As he said this, the audience watched helplessly as Bolit began to devote his attention to a mystery game with a supernatural theme.

Seeing that they were not having fun, some viewers simply cut the screen to watch the tea master next door selling tea. Others, who were also interested in puzzle games, began to watch him play the game.

However, the time for losing followers did not last long. About three minutes later, Bolit entered a small level of the game.

Looking at the Ouija board on the screen (something similar to the Dish Fairy or the Pen Fairy), Mr. Burlett let out a disdainful laugh——

"Tsk, tsk, it's 2077 and you still have such a small mechanism. I can crack it brute force without looking for clues. I bet the password for this level is either 'Advent' or 'Summon'..."

With that said, Feng Xue began to control the Ouija board in the game and input the subtitles of advent on the screen.

But at this moment, the audience cheered up, not because they had played this game, but because as old fans of this live broadcast room, they had discovered that whenever the anchor said "it's 2077" With a sentence like this, something will definitely happen next.

Sure enough, as the Ouija board on the screen began to tremble, a slight flow of air seemed to rise in the originally peaceful apartment.

Bolite suddenly muttered dissatisfiedly:

"The graphics are average, but the somatosensory effects are pretty good..."

But just as he said these words, the viewers who were watching the live broadcast in holographic mode clearly saw that behind Bolit, a pale shadow was slowly getting out of the wall. come out……

Regarding the fine for not wearing a helmet, there is actually a comparable magical reality-themed law, which is Colombia’s cement mixing qualifications.

If you want to decorate your home like Yan Guo, it is illegal in Colombia to buy a few bags of cement and stir it up casually (it is said that cement is suppressed in order to sell wood paint).

And even if you can really hire someone with this qualification to mix cement for you, normal people can't afford it. Even if the person mixes cement for you for free, the subsequent real estate appraisal will give you a huge number, and then every year You will have to pay huge property taxes.

That’s why there are so many wooden houses in Colombia. In Colombian movies, there are scenes where you fall and break the floor and fall downstairs. When the weather is sunny, the roof is repaired. When a typhoon comes, the house is destroyed. It is also because of these scenes. In reality, it's something that actually happens.

(End of chapter)