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Time was quickly passing. I pushed open the door of the 404 broadcast room. It was just like the corridor, I couldn't see my own fingers in front of me. The layout of the room didn't have any windows, so there was no way for light to enter.

After all, I can't possibly have a totally dark, supernatural live broadcast without any lights. This is the self-deprecation that belongs to me alone.

I smiled helplessly before putting my hand on the switch by the door. Following which, I pressed the button with my finger. It was fortunate that the light in the room mysteriously lit up this time.

Just as the light came on, I let out a scream.

I felt something, or rather, it was something, touching my hand, and the moment my hand dropped from the switch, it was a strange sensation.

I instinctively took a step back. The next moment, my entire body stopped. Something was hanging on my shoulder from behind.

At that moment, my whole body almost froze. I didn't want to think that if I saw those things when I was young, I would be especially daring, and wouldn't be afraid of anything.

If such a thing were to happen to me, I would still feel indescribable fear. My body would be trembling, and my heart would be continuously chanting Bodhisattva's blessings.

It was the only thing I could do.

I didn't dare look back. I moved my feet forward slowly, but luckily the thing that was resting on my shoulder from behind didn't move.

At this moment, it was extremely torturous. I didn't dare to leave fast at all, and after about two to three minutes, I finally managed to take two steps forward.

With a "huala" sound, something fell from my back. In the next moment, I quickly turned around to look behind me.

Damn, it was actually this thing that was causing all this trouble. I really didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at the time.

The atmosphere here must have been deliberately created.

When I turned around, I could see that there was a white bone hanging from it. As I leaned back, I bumped into it, and the arm of the white bone was resting on my shoulder as it was hanging from it.

The first thing I touched was a mannequin model with hair.

Playing with these children's things, at that time, I really wanted to laugh, to be scared. If I relied on this, I wouldn't have been able to do it, it would have been on the surface, but the most terrifying thing was not these things, the real terror came from the inside of your heart, and you could see or feel those terrifying existences with your own eyes.

This is just a small episode because time is short. I must hurry to the front of the computer and prepare for tonight's live broadcast. It's related to my future work, so I don't dare to have any carelessness.

I hurried over, feeling as if I'd kicked something, and as I looked down, the whole floor was empty, nothing, probably a prank.

I looked at the computer and sound system on the table. Maybe it was because no one was broadcasting live, but the table was covered in dust. I didn't bring a towel, so I could only blow on it with my mouth.

My heart skipped a beat, and I sat down quickly on the sofa. Something poked me on the head from behind, and when I looked back, there was a shelf with a doll with white eyes on it.

The arm of the figurine was spread apart, as if it was ready to pounce at any moment. The corner of the figurine's mouth had a patch of red on it, as if blood was about to flow out.

Fortunately, all of this was fake.

I turned around, and there was only one minute left. The computer screen was black, and just as I was about to bend down and hit the switch, it lit up.

I slowly sat down on the sofa. Although I was prepared in my heart, when I thought about the terrifying doll behind me, I still felt a bit nervous. If I knew that it was some pervert who came up with this bad idea, I would definitely not let him off.

A live broadcast interface appeared on the computer. I have watched Xu Bing do this before, and there was a list of broadcasting rooms on it. The company had already added the live broadcast name and photos, probably to attract the audience.

The moment I clicked on it, I couldn't even believe that the person in the photo was myself. This PS is way too incompetent.

In this world, who didn't know that Korea had cosmetic surgery and China had PS? In the photo, he was featureless and couldn't be considered beautiful at all. The clothes he was wearing made him look slightly rustic.

"Hello, everyone. I am your host, Xia Mo. Today, I will bring everyone a true story." I took the phone and repeated what I had thought I would say, using the same hoarse voice I'd used to create the atmosphere.

There was no applause, nor was there the sound of streamers drifting out.

I stared at the empty broadcast room in a daze. Damn, I was the only one inside. What I just said was equivalent to saying it to the air.

The fact that no one was watching the live broadcast was a big joke!

I simply leaned against the wall. At this point of time, it was easy for people to get sleepy. Since there wasn't a single audience member around, it was a waste of time to look at it. Yet, I actually fell asleep in a daze.

After an unknown period of time, I suddenly woke up. The live broadcast room's image was turned on. Ding! At 1: 38 AM, my first audience member finally arrived.

I immediately picked up Mike, and then said with that very hoarse voice from before. "Welcome to Xia Mo's strange, spiritual space."

That person didn't react for a long time. Soon, the profile pic turned gray, 'F * ck, I'm just playing around'. I can't possibly be scared off by my looks.

Just as I was about to lie back on the sofa, my dark head light up once again, and start flashing non-stop. The broadcast room can communicate with the host through Mike, but of course, usually only people with high rewards would receive this kind of treatment. This kind of unfair treatment is simply just to stimulate the otakus' weak nerves, and then throw money in like a madman.

I asked, "Xia Mo, do you still remember the 404?"

"This is 404." I quickly typed in a reply on the keyboard. This person is very strange, every time I use Mike to speak, that portrait would go dark, and then log on again in the next few seconds.

"No, I'm talking about 404. Someone is waiting for you." Looking at the other party's reply, I scratched my head. I didn't know what I wanted to say. This is clearly Room 404. Someone is waiting for me. What a joke. Is this person crazy?

"Can I tell you a story?" I want to change this awkward subject in this way.

"Not good."

As the avatar dimmed again, the entire screen also darkened. The lights on the host computer were still flashing. I shook my mouse and the computer screen lit up once more. At this moment, the screen showed an image that I would never be able to erase from my memory for the rest of my life.

A woman flew towards me from afar.