You Said We Were Playing a Nine Gates Murder Mystery, So Why Are You Using a Real Corpse to Act on Me?

I woke up as Zhang Qishan, the defense commander of Changsha, with a live-comment System bound to me. Sun Yining was livestreaming herself feeling around a ghost train for corpses, while the comments raved about how amazing the production crew's props were. Zhang Qishan smashed the train door open with his rifle butt and pinned her against the wall, mistaking her for a Japanese spy. “Take her away for interrogation!” The livestream chat exploded: “Is this NPC out of his mind?!” It wasn't until a zongzi that bullets couldn't pierce sprang out that Sun Yining screamed, “Did I really transmigrate?!” A System notification sounded in Zhang Qishan's mind: [Livestream mode bound. Popularity points can be exchanged for the Faqiu Finger and the Sacred Healer's Medical Arts.] From then on, the defense commander of Changsha had a “walking spoiler machine” by his side. Mine moths? She set a fire ahead of time. The New Moon Hotel's sky lantern auction? She glanced at the comments and called out, “Foye, we've got enough money!” Lu Jianxun slapped the table and demanded, “Zhang Qishan, what gives you the right to throw your weight around among the Nine Gates?” He twirled his twin-sounding rings and smiled. “Because I can read the livestream comments, and I can marry the New Moon Hotel's young lady. You got a cheat like that?”