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"Brother Song, are you crazy?"
Zhang Hui's voice on the other end was urgent.
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Are you really going to do the Haunted House Live Stream?"
"Yeah."
"Listen to me, give it up."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Zhang Hui, I'm not like you; I don't have a way out."
"We can figure out the money situation later, but you really can't take that project."
"Why not?"
I was surprised. How did Zhang Hui know about the Haunted House Live Stream?
The contract had a confidentiality clause, so he shouldn't know.
On the other end of the line, Zhang Hui paused for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Brother Song, that Little Streamer from last time has gone insane."
"Insane?"
I widened my eyes, feeling a chill run down my spine.
I had heard Liu Jinxie mention that Little Streamer who did the Haunted House Live Stream before.
I heard that he suddenly had a mental breakdown in the middle of his live stream, mumbling something about 'ghosts.'
But later, when I tried to find out more, no one seemed to know anything.
Liu Jinxie had suppressed the incident, claiming that the Little Streamer had mental issues and was just trying to create hype.
So why is it happening again now?
"Who told you this?"
"Don't worry about that. Just know that the Host has been sent to a mental hospital."
"Brother Song, let me give you some advice, just give it up."
I fell silent.
It's not that I want to give up; it's just that the hundred thousand yuan has already been spent.
With my father's surgery approaching, I can't take any risks.
"Zhang Hui, I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't give up."
"Why not?"
"I signed a contract and received an advance payment of a hundred thousand yuan."
On the other end of the line, Zhang Hui sighed, "You're being foolish, Brother Song. We can find another way for the money; that place is really not suitable for anyone."
"It's fine, I won't be that unlucky."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Not afraid."
I smiled and said, "In this world, there are no ghosts."
"Well, forget it. Just take care of yourself."
After hanging up the phone, I let out a sigh of relief.
I looked up at the hospital room; my father was sitting on the bed, leisurely peeling an apple.
He waved at me, "Come here, Song Song, have some apple."
"Okay."
I responded and jogged over.
My father handed me the apple with a loving tone, "Eat more; look how thin you've gotten."
"Mm."
I took a big bite of the apple; it was sweet.
Just like my heart at this moment.
I walked down the corridor of the hospital ward and dialed Zhang Hui's number again.
"Zhang Hui, thank you."
"Thank me for what? I didn't help at all."
"Anyway, thank you."
"Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes."
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
I smiled; how could I regret being able to save my father?
Besides, there are no ghosts in this world.
I just need to take a trip, record a video, and I can get twenty thousand yuan. Why not?
"Alright, just be careful. If you need any help, call me."
"Okay."
After hanging up, I returned to the ward and continued chatting with my father.
He was getting old and had a short attention span; after talking for a while, he would get tired.
Once my father fell asleep, Zhang Hui called again.
I glanced at the screen and hung up.
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