My live broadcast room is dedicated to telling ghost stories.
But no one knows that I can really see them outside the camera.
Until I broadcast the "crying sound" of my alma mater's 100-year-old girls' dormitory, the legendary senior stood behind me, with blood and tears dripping on my shoulders.
The barrage flooded the screen like crazy: "Behind the anchor!!!"
I forced myself to calm down and asked the air: "Senior, what color is your lipstick?"
The next day, I exploded with a "textbook-grade reaction."
And the mysterious user [M] who always comes to my live broadcast room sent a private message a photo of my mother before she disappeared.
"Every obsession you resolve brings you closer to the truth - and also brings you closer to the cage she has prepared for you."
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