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Chapter 84 Water Mirror Resort
Chapter 84 Water Mirror Resort (Third update, please vote with monthly tickets)
—To be honest, paying extra money really does work.
Mingper thought to himself as he continued to struggle with his equipment.
Encountering a ghost is indeed terrifying, but being broke is also terrifying.
Ai Shiping walked over, helping Mingpo connect the equipment while whispering boastfully, "How about that, bro? Pretty awesome, right?"
"Good."
Mingbo praised, "It looks quite impressive."
Although Ai Shiping has a good temper, it doesn't mean he's a coward.
Ai Shiping gets along well with everyone, not because he is so flexible that anyone can bully him, but because he knows how to speak to people in a way that suits them.
Some people don't appreciate kindness. If you're mild-mannered, they'll look down on you; if you're nice to them, they'll think you're easy to bully. But if you stand up to them directly, they'll be more willing to take you seriously.
I know I should respect you now.
With the help of Ai Shiping, who was more knowledgeable about electronic devices, Mingpo quickly set up his live streaming equipment.
At this moment, Mingpo also glanced at Ai Shiping's phone.
The promotional image for this live stream is above—
The host's name is "Fox," and the master they invited is surnamed Wang, named Guo Wang Qiongxiao. It seems that he is a disciple of a master surnamed "Guo" who was raised from childhood and formally bestowed with the surname.
The promotional image for the live stream clearly stated—"Fox," a streamer with four million followers, will be returning to broadcast tonight, attempting an adventure into a haunted abandoned resort." The Weibo post had nearly two thousand replies—although half of them were negative—but this level of activity certainly indicates a major streamer.
A streamer of this caliber has his own team—but he only brought two people, which made the atmosphere seem very strange.
But there's nothing we can do about it.
After all, these kinds of live streams lose their atmosphere if there are too many people.
"It's time, 11 PM. Get ready to stream."
Mingpo reminded him and raised the camera.
He was holding a camera, while "Master Wang" was holding some mysterious props whose purpose was unknown.
Ai Shiping's phone can serve three purposes: it can be used as a flashlight, a secondary screen for live streaming, and can also be used to view comments in the live stream.
Two cameras are filming simultaneously, and viewers can switch between them on the live stream channel. This way, one camera can film Ai Shiping from a first-person perspective, while the other can film him from a third-person perspective behind his shoulder.
As Mingpa counted down "3, 2, 1", the live stream officially began.
"Brothers, I've missed you guys so much!"
Ai Shiping's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he turned around and gave the camera a "mua".
He didn't seem to have any awkwardness or restraint whatsoever.
Mingpo was startled when she saw Ai Shiping suddenly lunge at her in the camera's view.
He whispered angrily, "Don't touch my camera lens!"
Although Mingpo didn't know much about this, he felt that if the lens got wet, it might affect the image quality.
"Oh, I know, I know."
Ai Shiping said nonchalantly, "How could I not know?"
He did not actually kiss the camera.
So Mingpo just pursed her lips and didn't respond.
At this moment, a dense barrage of comments appeared.
[The streamer isn't dead yet?]
"Wow, you really can survive!"
[They can actually be resurrected!]
It's nothing, I'm dying again.
[Starting paranormal livestreams? Who wrote the script?]
[So you're promoting feudal superstition?]
[Fox Bro is so handsome, I love you!]
Ai Shiping ignored the previous comments, accurately saw the last sentence, and turned around with a beaming smile, blowing a kiss: "I love you all too, baby!"
"--Those who want to attack the streamer, please click hard, the streamer can't see it. The streamer can only see the comments they want to see."
"Not enough? Give it your all!"
Mingpo smiled silently.
Ai Shiping looked so excited, and his sense of identity as a news anchor was so strong—that he couldn't hide the fact that he was definitely scared.
After all, the resort in front of them did look quite dilapidated and gloomy.
Just by getting close, Mingpo could clearly feel a chill creeping down her chest. It felt a bit like going out in autumn or winter wearing a sweater—even though you look like you're wearing thick clothes, the cold wind can easily penetrate them.
The problem was, everyone in their group was dressed quite warmly. Mingpo was even wearing a windbreaker.
—He felt quite hot right next to the car.
But just getting closer to this place makes it feel colder and colder.
Ai Shiping must have been scared.
His current excitement is just a cover-up.
"Look, brothers."
Ai Shiping approached the roadblock next to the resort with his phone in hand, while Mingpo also moved his camera in that direction.
A row of yellow and black triangular roadblocks blocked the intersection, the roadblocks were crooked and wrapped with yellow and black tape that looked like chains. This is why their car was parked outside, rather than inside the resort.
"This seal is only good for keeping honest people out, not for scoundrels."
Ai Shiping grumbled as he strode inside, muttering, "I accidentally came in, I accidentally came out again, I came in and I'm back again, hit me, you idiot~"
"Stop jumping."
Mingpo nudged Ai Shiping and urged, "Hurry up and move forward."
His deep, magnetic bass voice seemed to attract even more comments.
Ai Shiping stared at his phone, his voice suddenly rising: "Hey, you guys are curious about my brother, right?"
That voice is like a late-night radio host's! He's known as Little Blue Dye, and he also has naturally curly hair. I'm afraid that one day he'll suddenly take off his glasses, slick back his hair gel, and—we'll be invincible!
"—Hey, what? Who said Yin is handsome but the person is ugly? You're so ignorant, aren't you? Let me tell you, my brother is super handsome, let me show you—"
As he spoke, he swiped his phone behind him.
Mingpo glared at him, and only then did Ai Shiping realize he should move forward.
As he walked, he boasted, "Isn't he handsome? I wasn't lying to you, was I? Come on, ladies, give me some gifts, join the fan group, and I'll send you the contact information for the cameraman. Uh, any brothers who like him can also give me some gifts."
If it weren't for the fact that she had to hold the camera, Mingpo would have really wanted to kick Ai Shiping in the butt.
He was dawdling and didn't want to go in, deliberately stalling for time.
Master Wang, who was supposed to be trying to liven things up for him, was unusually silent at this moment.
He hovered on the edge of the camera's frame, seemingly reluctant to be in the shot.
But no matter how much Ai Shiping tried to delay, there was only one road from the entrance to the building, and there was no way to escape it.
There was an archway outside with the words "Resort X" written in old-fashioned red lettering.
However, the "someone" in front has fallen off, and it is impossible to tell what its name is from the marks alone.
This used to be a fairly large hotel. The central revolving door was jammed with a bunch of cables. They could only enter through a side door.
The side door also had that black and yellow seal. And this seemed to be the master's area of expertise.
He walked over on his own initiative, and both cameras pointed at him.
The master picked up some talisman and muttered something under his breath—but the gestures were invisible and the voice was inaudible.
Then he suddenly slammed his hand on the seal.
Suddenly, a burst of red flames erupted, igniting the yellow and black seal along with it, turning both into ashes at the same time.
Wow!
Ai Shiping exclaimed in admiration, then launched into his rambling: "See that? A master is a master! Let me introduce you, brothers. This is Master Guo Wang Qiongxiao, the one with 'Qiong' in his name. I just remembered a line of poetry, brothers. Have you ever heard Qian Qi's poem? 'The warmth of the sun cannot dispel the sorrow of a destitute path; the heavens forever hold a heart that cherishes the sun!' — Oh dear, what do you mean by unlucky? Bah, your words are the unlucky ones!"
Mingpo narrowed his eyes slightly.
He noticed that as the seal disappeared, a mixture of dim, yellowish light seemed to vanish along with it.
Ai Shiping didn't notice this, only exclaiming in amazement, "They really are only keeping out honest people, not scoundrels! This door is just sealed with a tape but not locked? — So what if I'm a scoundrel? Have you ever seen such a handsome scoundrel? This is a heartthrob!"
While fiercely battling the barrage of comments, he forcefully pushed open the resort's glass doors and went inside. The door slammed open with a loud, teeth-grinding sound, causing Mingpo to frown involuntarily.
Before the door closed, the master was the second to go in, while Mingpo went in at the end of the line and only followed Ai Shiping after confirming that he could leave at any time.
"Pfft, cough cough—"
The dust kicked up by the ground made Ai Shiping cough twice.
"Good heavens—has their house been raided?"
He exclaimed in amazement and pointed his phone at the hall.
The hall is quite large—it's at least thirty meters from the entrance to the reception desk. The side was originally supposed to be decorated with artificial mountains and water features, but now the artificial mountains have collapsed and shattered into worthless rubble, and the artificial water in the pool has dried up.
The hall had a rather old-fashioned marble floor. But near the very center, it had inexplicably crumbled. It was as if something heavy had fallen on it; there was a circular collapse and cracks spreading outwards, and grayish-white rubble could be seen underneath.
But just as they were closing the door, colorful lights suddenly appeared on Mingpu's camera lens.
The monitoring earpiece in his ear emitted a hissing sound, as if some kind of interference device had been placed nearby. But it quickly disappeared.
"fox."
Mingpo suddenly spoke up: "What's the reaction from your camera over there?"
"What was the reaction?"
Ai Shiping turned around.
There doesn't seem to be anything on his end.
But soon, he learned what had happened from the comments on the live stream.
"Blurry image? Noise? — Ugh, what the heck? There are no ghosts in this world. You're more likely saying there's an escaped convict hiding here than a ghost story! — What's that, radiation?"
While continuing to fight the audience, Ai Shiping was also relaying the situation to Mingpo.
But that last comment clearly left him speechless.
"To be honest, that's true."
Mingpo said in a low voice, "If there really is radiation, then it will indeed produce noise."
"Then you might as well say there's a ghost."
Ai Shiping looked disgusted: "If there's a ghost, maybe it's a polite one. It might even be a kind-hearted young lady; if I explained the situation politely, she might let us go—"
"Come on, everyone, let's get some gifts! I'm going to check the front desk."
Mingpo followed Ai Shiping to the front desk.
There are quite a few documents left here.
The news item displayed at the very top was about this resort.
The headline, written in bold, reads: "[Water Mirror Resort Temporarily Closed for Fire Hazard Inspection; Comprehensive Rectification to Ensure Tourist Safety]"
"Recently, a major safety hazard was discovered at the Shuijing Resort during a routine fire safety inspection. To ensure the safety of tourists, the resort has voluntarily suspended operations and is cooperating with the fire department to carry out comprehensive rectification. The reopening date will be announced separately depending on the progress of the rectification."
Mingbo pointed the camera at the newspaper and read the news in a low voice.
At that moment, Ai Shiping seemed to see something in the comments section.
"Huh? Where's the master? Didn't he come in with us?"
As he spoke, Ai Shiping looked around but couldn't find the master.
Only the tool bag that the master was carrying was placed peacefully at Mingpo's feet.