I Work as a Night Watchman in the Ghost Talk Live Broadcast Room

On the day Lin Mo lost his job, he clicked into a strange live broadcast room - "Nightwatch Recruitment: Daily payment of 2,000, tonight only." He was forced to board the last bus of No. 13. The window was covered with bloody handprints. The stop announcer read "Funeral Parlor" and "Crematorium." A woman in a red dress boarded the bus barefoot. When the driver asked "Where to go," he could only answer "Go home." The number of live broadcast viewers increased from 0 to 127, and barrages flooded the screen like crazy: "Close your eyes! She can hear her heartbeat!" "Don't trust people in uniforms!" He found that the back of the bus card said "Don't trust the administrator", and the signature of the first spectator ID "Ye Xiao" was exactly the same as the handwriting on the card. When the station announcer read "home" at stop 7, the car door opened to reveal a corridor covered with corpse photos. The last one was his own face, with the date: tomorrow. The administrator smiled and handed him a bottle of water. He would die if he drank it. The woman in red rushed over and knocked over the water bottle, and the liquid corroded the cement. She took off her veil and it turned out to be her brother who had been missing for five years. The driver turned his head, half of his face was burned and festering, and the other half... Was still his brother's face. "Steal my core and become a new driver, or... Find the original copy of the 'Nightwatch Agreement' before the finish line." The stone tablet on the edge of the cliff is engraved with "For the fire of mankind, watch forever night". There is no paper in the iron box, only a mirror - the reflection in the mirror points behind him. The brother holds up the knife and bursts into tears: "This time, it is me who will take you home." The live broadcast was interrupted, and the final barrage was: "The agreement is in your heart. Remember, the audience... Is also a pawn." Strange stories about rules × unlimited streaming × live interaction, every second is a life or death decision, and every click may change your destiny.