DipNovel Chapter 82 [Terror Livestream]
Chapter 82 [Terror Livestream]
Chapter 82 [Terror Livestream]
When Mingpo woke up, he found that he could not control his body.
Or rather, he is inside someone's body, half-asleep and half-awake, watching him discuss something with his companions.
One of the faces was Ai Shiping, while the other, Mingpo, was completely unfamiliar to him.
However, the tone, expression, and dialect of that "Ai Shiping" were different from the Ai Shiping in Mingpo's memory.
----I see.
Mingpo immediately realized what was going on.
Does this copy even have an import process?
"Well, brothers—"
"Ai Shiping" sighed and said, "I've been banned for three months! Three months! When I come back to streaming, I'll have to pull off something amazing, won't I?"
"That's because you caused such a huge commotion—"
Mingpo heard himself say in a slightly disdainful voice, "If you're out of work, why don't you bite your lighter?! Over two thousand reports in a single session, even Brother Liu couldn't handle it. We almost got banned for half a year. Are we going to starve if we don't stream?"
"So what do we do? If they're going to do something ruthless, we have to be even more ruthless and vicious than them, otherwise who will watch our live stream?"
Ai Shiping waved his hand: "Alright, that's enough, brothers. I have an idea—remember that resort in the east of the city? Do you think there'd be any work going on an expedition there?"
"That abandoned resort?"
"Mingpo" exclaimed in surprise and wariness, "That—I heard more than a dozen people have died there!"
"Holy crap, bro! You actually believe that? Don't kid me, there are no ghosts in this world!"
"Ai Shiping" laughed heartily and said in a completely uncharacteristically bold tone: "If so many people really died, wouldn't the leaders have shut it down long ago? Just put it on a bulldozer and bulldoze it flat. Whether it's haunted or teeming with zombies—even if it's a landmine—it'll be fine after bulldozing it!"
"I heard that there was a haunted place in the army area, so we pushed a cannon over there, fired a few rounds, and then the place went silent—gunpowder wards off evil spirits!"
As he spoke, he reached out and patted the other person who hadn't spoken yet: "Besides, I also hired a master, didn't I?"
"This is the best master in our village, the only disciple of Master Guo. Even if there's something dirty about him, it won't bother us."
The man simply put his hands in his sleeves and nodded calmly. He didn't even glance at "Ming Po".
"—How can you be both a materialist and a superstitious person?"
"Mingpo" muttered disdainfully to herself, "You say there are no ghosts in this world, yet you've hired a master. Do you believe it or not?"
"I believe in myself, I believe in my husband, and I believe that money is the most important thing!"
Ai Shiping's voice grew louder and louder, clearly very excited: "There's still a month left—let's prepare properly!"
I'll prepare some scripts and some props. I'll have Xiao Li and the others go in and install the special effects props first, and then you can follow me behind to film.
"I think this might actually be an opportunity. Every cloud has a silver lining, bro. We used to do those 'outrageous' livestreams, but I don't think that's a sustainable business. Eventually, the 'outrageous' stuff will all be done—and we can't afford to do anything too extreme. Look, our whole 'outrageous' livestream channel is gone. What will we do then?"
"If this goes well, we can replicate it in the future! All we have to do is find a place with scary rumors, then get someone to write a script, and we'll go in and wail and make a fool of ourselves, giving them something exciting to see—I know someone who writes tomb raiding stories, his grades aren't great but he writes pretty well. We can buy some scripts from him, and make them as scary as possible."
"If anyone reports us, we'll just say it's all staged! Then the brothers will be living the high life!"
"Sure. I'm fine with anything, it doesn't matter what I shoot. If all else fails, I'll go back to shooting private photos for others."
Mingpo seemed indifferent: "But remember to give me a script beforehand. I need to go over the script, otherwise I won't know what to film. It would be bad if I missed it."
"Sigh~"
Ai Shiping voiced his disapproval, reaching out to pat Mingpo on the shoulder: "How can you still not understand, brother! I just can't give you the notebook."
"You've played games, right? Ever used perspective hacks? Do you know that if you use perspective hacks, your camera will subconsciously tilt in that direction? When there's no information, you'll glance in that direction. People can tell you've used perspective hacks just by looking at your camera angle, right?"
"Same principle—you're not a professional actor. What if I give you the script, and before anything goes wrong, you've already cut to the scene? What then?"
"Because if I don't do it this way, I definitely won't be able to film the whole thing. If I don't film the whole thing, the audience won't understand it."
"Mingpo" argued, "What if I didn't react in time?"
"Oh, that's exactly what I want—to catch you off guard! Ideally, it should startle you so much you'll scream!"
"Ai Shiping" said with a smile, "That's more like it!"
Although he knew it wasn't him at that moment, that smile was so familiar and so infuriating—Mingbo felt an irresistible urge to punch him.
"—Then remember to act well."
"Mingpo" retorted sharply, "Stop making a mess of things!"
"Don't worry, I don't even know the exact contents of the script myself—I'll just get a general idea and know when to run away. Don't run too early, wasting all the setup, and don't run too late, wandering around for ages and the atmosphere will cool down—basically, just trust my quick thinking and ability to control the situation!"
Ai Shiping waved his hand: "We're all about preserving the original flavor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before Mingpo's eyes began to blur.
It's like a screen with a poor signal, exhibiting violent shaking.
And blood-red characters appeared on it—
Adventure: Horror Livestream
[Multiplayer game, restricted faction: Killer, no random players]
[Difficulty: 5-10 days]
This game requires role-playing; any actions exceeding the bounds of your role may result in death.
[This game takes place in a unique universe: Phantom, as explained.]
This game has extra missions; completing them will improve your rating.
[Current identity is for long-term use]
[If you retain your current identity, you can still use it the next time you enter this world.]
[Next exit point: Complete the horror livestream]
[Bonus Task: Ensure this live stream receives at least 3,000 positive reviews]
[Current number of positive reviews: 0]
With a sudden dizzying spin, the world before Mingpo's eyes was thrown into chaos.
It's like a melted milkshake, or like someone pinching their nose and spinning around dozens of times.
It was a dream, and he woke up.
At this moment, Mingpo realized—
—He got carsick.
When Mingpo woke up, she was sitting in the passenger seat of the car.
A violent churning and nausea surged in his stomach. His face had turned burning hot, while his fingertips were cold—Mingpo even felt a tingling numbness at the roots of his teeth.
Mingpo certainly doesn't get carsick.
He is in excellent physical condition—he doesn't even get seasick in helicopters.
This was an extremely rare experience for Mingbo.
When he unbuckled his seatbelt, Mingpo felt an unprecedented sense of urgency—and when he finally opened the car door and got out, his steps were unsteady.
Because he had no experience with motion sickness and was unfamiliar with this intense dizziness, he didn't have any sense of caution about taking small steps.
As a result, taking such a normal step, especially since the road here is all unpaved dirt, almost caused me to twist my ankle and fall.
Just then, Mingpo was suddenly supported by someone.
That familiar, teasing voice came from beside me: "—Wait, are you alright? Why did you bump into me the moment you got off the bus?"