It's four o'clock in the morning.
The cold light of the mobile phone screen reflected on Lin Shen's face. He skillfully opened the live broadcast software and entered the room title - "Late night thrilling live broadcast, not for the faint of heart."
There were only a few people in the live broadcast room, a few night owls were hanging around, and the barrage was sparse.
[Come again, here again, what are you doing today, Brother Shen?
[In this hellish routine, is the anchor's body made of iron?
[Amulets, peach wood swords, and black donkey hooves are sold in the front row. Does the anchor need them? The price is fair!
Lin Shen ignored the teasing, put on his headphones, and adjusted the angle of the camera to ensure that he could clearly capture his side face and the computer screen in front of him. He clicked on a game on the desktop with a simple icon and dark red blood stains - "Midnight Corridor".
