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I turned my head and glanced at Brother Xi.
He was busy directing the staff, his expression serious and his movements efficient.
Indeed, someone like him, a practical person, would never believe in ghosts.
I chuckled, thinking I was overthinking it.
At that moment, Brother Xi turned to me and smiled, "Song Song, are you ready?"
I nodded, "I'm ready."
"Good."
Brother Xi patted my shoulder and said, "You got this."
I responded with a sound of affirmation, took a deep breath, and prepared to go live.
Just before starting, a thought flashed through my mind.
It was said that the previous host had such poor mental resilience that she scared herself and ended up going insane.
I shook my head, pushing that thought out of my mind.
At nine-thirty, we went live on time.
I pointed my phone at myself and greeted the audience with a smile: "Hello everyone, I'm 'Song who won't die if I don't act up.' Today, we're going to explore a haunted house."
"Legend has it that a murder occurred here; a young female host suddenly had a mental breakdown while live streaming and was sent to a psychiatric hospital."
"Today, Song Song is going to investigate and see if this place is really as eerie as they say."
With that, I picked up the camera and flashlight and stepped toward the villa.
According to the script, the first step was to introduce the layout of the rooms.
Holding the flashlight, I groped my way forward in the darkness.
As I spoke, I introduced: "This should be the living room; over there is the dining room, and the kitchen should be on the right."
"Wait—"
"This is—"
I suddenly froze.
I noticed that there was a picture frame hanging on the wall.
Inside the frame was a little girl in a white dress, with braided hair.
The girl's gaze was vacant, staring straight ahead.
A chill ran down my spine.
I clearly remembered that there was nothing on this wall.
My sudden halt quickly drew the attention of the audience.
Bullet Screen began to scroll:
"What's wrong with the Host? Why isn't he moving?"
"Is he scared out of his wits?"
"No way, didn't they say it was a Haunted House Live Stream? Is he already scared?"
"This is boring, just quit."
I gritted my teeth and continued with the introduction as per the script.
But just halfway through, a comment suddenly caught my attention on the Bullet Screen.
"The Host is lying; there's clearly nothing on that wall."
I couldn't help but frown.
It couldn't be; the camera had captured it clearly.
That painting was hanging right there on the wall.
I turned my head and glanced at the painting on the wall.
"What's wrong?"
Brother Xi's voice came through the earpiece.
I swallowed hard and stammered, "That painting—"
"The painting?"
Brother Xi paused for a moment and laughed, "Oh, that one? We specifically set it up to enhance the horror effect."
"How is it? Is it realistic?"
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Very realistic; it scared me to death."
"Haha, that's the effect we wanted."
Brother Xi encouraged, "Keep it up! You guys are featured on the homepage and gaining a lot of popularity. Don't mess it up."
"Okay."
I held the flashlight and continued with the introduction.
Following the script, I found the light switch.
With a click, the lights turned on.
The luxurious decor of the villa was instantly revealed to the audience.
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