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Live Streaming on Friday night.
To be precise, it was at nine-thirty on Friday night.
I got out of the car holding the Live Streaming stand and saw what was referred to as a haunted house for the first time.
In fact, calling it a haunted house is not entirely accurate.
It would be more precise to say it is an abandoned villa.
The villa is small, only three stories high, with a European-style design.
Due to the overgrown weeds in front and the lack of lighting at night, it looked somewhat dilapidated overall.
Brother Xi followed behind me and helped close the car door: “Let’s take a look at the surroundings first; we’ll start streaming soon.”
I nodded in agreement.
Brother Xi, whose full name is Liu Jinxie, is the platform's operator.
He is also in charge of this Haunted House Live Stream.
I entered the Live Streaming room and began adjusting the camera.
Brother Xi said there were ten minutes left and suggested I interact with the fans first.
When I opened the Live Streaming room, I was surprised to see that the popularity had already exceeded ten thousand.
The Bullet Screen kept scrolling with comments like “Why isn’t it starting yet?” and “Where’s the Host?”
I was momentarily stunned, feeling a bit unaccustomed to it.
I hadn’t seen so many Bullet Screens in a long time.
I turned to shout at Brother Xi: “Brother Xi, why are there so many people?”
Brother Xi, who was directing staff to move equipment, turned back and smiled at me: “Song Song, the platform has high hopes for you and specially featured your Live Streaming room on the homepage.”
“Make sure to do well during the stream; don’t let everyone down.”
"Oh."
I hesitated, unsure whether I should tell him what Zhang Hui said.
But then I thought about it; Brother Xi is a good person. If there really was a problem, he would probably let me know.
Besides, the contract is signed. Even if there is an issue, I can't back out at the last minute.
I smiled at Brother Xi and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to do a good job with the broadcast."
"Okay."
Brother Xi replied and continued directing the staff.
I perked up my ears and vaguely heard Brother Xi instructing them to remember to cut the signal later and to sprinkle some dramatic elements along the way.
I couldn't help but frown and quietly asked Brother Xi, "Brother Xi, do we really have to do that for this Live Streaming?"
Brother Xi turned around and smiled at me. "Of course, the program needs to feel realistic for the audience to enjoy it."
"But what if we really summon something spooky?"
"What spooky thing?"
Brother Xi shot me a glare. "Song Song, this is Live Streaming; don't be so superstitious."
"Oh."
I nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Brother Xi patted my shoulder. "Don't overthink it; just follow the script."
After saying that, Brother Xi led the staff into the villa.
According to the script, tonight's Live Streaming is divided into three parts.
The first part involves the lights suddenly going out during the Live Streaming to create the illusion that someone is approaching.
In the second part, at three in the morning, a woman's cries echoed through the villa.
In the third part, at six in the morning, the tap water turned into blood.
In addition, there would be abrupt signal cuts midway, making the audience mistakenly believe that there was an accident with the Live Streaming.
Only in this way could the program effect of Live Streaming appear realistic.
And only this way could it attract more viewers.
Watching the staff coming and going in the villa, I suddenly felt a bit bored.
The so-called Haunted House Live Stream was nothing more than a meticulously planned marketing scheme.
In the villa, every corner hid people.
In total, there were dozens of them.
It resembled a film crew.
No wonder Brother Xi said there wouldn't be any ghosts.
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