"Old fellows, give me a 666."
Zhang Liao lives at the east end of Leida Temple Town, close to the neighboring road.
He lives alone, and his parents go to big cities to work and only come back once a month.
So the 24-year-old is quite happy and carefree.
The cost of living in a small place is low, and he lives in a relocation house. In addition, he is lazy and does not want to go out to work to earn hard money.
So I simply returned to my hometown last year and lived off the income from live broadcasts.
Not much money, but no burden.
It's enough.
Zhang Liao has loved playing games since he was a child, so the live broadcast also broadcasts new games. There are usually not many people in the live broadcast room, and there are only a few dozen old fans who are always online.
Tonight, he started live broadcasting again.
I shouted as usual and greeted the old fans one by one, which was a warm-up.
He played a new game tonight called "The Road in the Fog". This game is an independent game with 2D modeling and a weird style.
Average.
At midnight, watch him drink beer with late-night snacks and live broadcast horror games.
All his old friends like it.
Halfway through the game, he couldn't play anymore and kept feeling cold and panicked.
But obviously the weather forecast says that the weather is going to be very hot even at night due to El Donino or something like that.
Up to 30 degrees.
Damn it, the weather is like 30 degrees?
More than ten degrees at most.
Zhang Liao looked back at the thermometer. The indoor temperature was twenty-eight degrees.
The temperature is not low. Why does he always feel cold?
Bitingly cold?
After the live broadcast for a while, someone suddenly said in the live broadcast room: "Anchor, it's foggy over there."
"fog?"
Zhang Liao's game was also filled with fog. He subconsciously turned around and actually saw a thick fog rising from the sky and quickly crawling to the window.
The street lights outside the window were obscured by the fog and could no longer be seen.
Even the scenery was just a mass of fog.
This fog is actually black.
"What a weird fog, anchor, you must have traveled through dimensions while playing a game, right?"
There is humanity again in the live broadcast room.
Someone else played subtitles: "Anchor, there's something wrong with you fog... There are people in there, there are a lot of people..."
While talking, the screen distorted for a while, and the live broadcast stopped moving.
Zhang Liao cursed a few times and patted the monitor hard.
This is his way of survival. If he stops broadcasting for no reason, he will lose fans!
Although he doesn't have many loyal fans.
But just because there are not many, if one of them is lost, it will be heartbreaking.
Perhaps it was a miracle of great strength, but after a few slaps, the live broadcast resumed.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mr. Zhang Liao felt that his live broadcast room was red, as if it was covered with a layer of blood.
"Old guys, keep watching me play games."
Zhang Liao said to the live broadcast, while picking up the drink and taking a sip.
The drink didn't taste right either, it smelled like blood.
Very disgusting.
He almost vomited it out, but after thinking about it, he simply poured a glass of boiled water to rinse his mouth.
However, boiled water also smells like blood.
"Anchor, your gums are bleeding. Why is there blood all over your mouth?"
An audience member asked, making a greedy expression: "It looks like it tastes so good, I want to lick it clean for you."
Zhang Liao wiped his mouth and discovered to his horror that it was actually red.
He took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth clean. He touched his teeth and there was no bleeding.
But what's going on with this bright red liquid?
I didn’t think much about it, the live broadcast was important.
Zhang Liao rolled up his sleeves and continued the game.
Just as the game started, another viewer popped up a barrage: "Watch a Hammer game, the fog outside your window looks more fun. Go live and explore in the fog, I will give you rockets."
As he spoke a rocket was launched from the screen.
This is a reward of one hundred yuan!
The popularity of Zhang Liao's live broadcast room was sluggish. He hadn't received a rocket for a long time, so he nodded immediately: "Since the audience wants to see the black fog outside my house, I will take everyone to see it."
"good."
"Anchor, hurry up."
"Black Mist looks much better than the game."
"Hehe, that black mist looks delicious."
As the barrages passed by one after another, Zhang Liao suddenly found that many unfamiliar names were pouring into his live broadcast room.
But he didn't see any of the old men he was familiar with.
I don't know if he fell asleep or not.
"There are actually more than a hundred people online."
Zhang Liao was delighted.
He has been live broadcasting for more than a year, and this time, it seems to be popular.
Although it was midnight, Zhang Liao was not afraid of the audience's rewards and onlookers. He raised his phone and opened the window behind him.
cold!
As soon as the window was opened, there was a heartbreaking coldness.
It's more painful than opening the refrigerator door.
Zhang Liao put the mobile phone in his hand out of the window.
He lives on the sixth floor and looks down and can't see anything.
It's all black fog.
The light shining from the home into the fog also seems to be eaten by the fog.
The audience in the live broadcast room quit.
"Anchor, you are insincere. There is no use in sticking your hand out of the window. We want you to go into the fog."
"Yes, yes. You go into the fog, and I'll paint rockets for you."
Another rocket took off.
"I'll do it too."
Another rocket.
"Anchor, go into the fog quickly. I'll give you more."
One by one, the audience kept urging Zhang Liao to go into the fog.
Although Zhang Liao felt that these spectators were a little strange, his eyes widened when he saw the rockets coming out.
This is all money.
Three rockets are enough for his living expenses for a week.
"Okay, okay, don't be anxious, let's take our time."
Zhang Liao held up his cell phone and opened the door.
Outside the door is the corridor on the sixth floor, and the black mist has not yet entered this closed corridor.
He was very happy, and the number of people in the live broadcast room continued to increase.
Now, there are more than two hundred people.
It's been a long time since it's been so lively.
When I was shopping for gifts, the barrage never stopped.
All the spectators were urging him to hurry into the black mist.
Zhang Liao walked downstairs.
He was the only one in the entire stairwell.
Boom, boom, boom.
Lonely footsteps echoed through the stairs.
"Anchor, you are so slow. I'm so hungry."
Some viewers posted comments.
"Yes, anchor, walk faster. I want to see clearly what these black mist are."
"Hehe, these black mist are delicious."
The barrages crossed the screen one by one.
Zhang Liao said with a smile: "You guys are really interesting, and there are some veterans. The barrages you posted are very scary. Do you want to scare me on purpose? I, Zhang Liao, am not from Xiamen University. I am scared. I am fat.
If you can't walk fast, why don't you send me two more rockets so that I can walk faster."
He was just joking, but he didn't expect that two viewers actually gave him two rockets.
He also urged him to go down quickly.
Zhang Liao couldn't help being happy and finally walked to the stairwell.
As long as this door is opened, you can walk outside the relocation house.
At this moment, there were as many as 300 viewers in the live broadcast room, and countless barrages almost covered up his live broadcast.
Under urging, Zhang Liao opened the door.
Squeak!
The door opened.
Outside the door, nothing can be seen.
Once the threshold is passed, there is that weird black fog.
But this black mist is really strange, as if it has an entity, and it doesn't even invade the stairwell.
The distinction between Jing and Wei is clear.
"I'm going in!"
Seeing this black mist, to be honest, Zhang Liao was still a little scared inside.
In the middle of the night, a person walked outside, and there was fog again.
Who is not afraid?
Just when he was about to step into the fog, suddenly, a barrage popped up: "Anchor, wait."
"What's up?"
Zhang Liao asked doubtfully.
The person who posted the barrage was the sponsor who gave him two rockets, so he couldn't ignore it.
"The doorkeeper on the door of your unit looks like an eyesore. Damn it."
The audience wrote another comment.
Zhang Liao turned around and saw a pair of doormen on the left and right on the unit door.
Small places have the custom of posting door gods during the Spring Festival. Although it is a public place, the people in the relocation houses are all elderly people.
Elderly people are superstitious, so they post pictures of door gods every year.
"It's not good to talk about the door god. After all, I didn't post it."
Zhang Liao looked troubled.
As soon as he finished speaking, several rockets rose into the sky on the screen.
Many spectators gave him rockets, which burst into brilliant sparks and made Zhang Liao squint in fascination.
"The door god."
"Tear off the door god."
"Anchor, please tear off the doorkeeper. I'm hungry!"
One barrage after another flooded the screen, and countless rewards poured in.
Zhang Liao felt like blood was rushing to his head, and his heart skipped a beat.
It's grandma's, no matter who posted it, anyway, in the middle of the night, no one saw that she posted it.
Since the audience is willing to watch it, he can just bullshit it.
All for popularity.
Zhang Liao stretched out his hand and grabbed the door gods on both sides!
It was torn to pieces.
After tearing it off, he asked doubtfully: "By the way, old guys, why do you have to ask me to tear off the doorkeeper?"
"Because you alone can't feed us enough."
A sinister voice came over.
Not from the screen.
Chapter completed!