"Streamer, I'm here~ ||ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノミ|Ю"
"Underworld time, underworld stream!"
"Wuwuwu, I'm finally glad the stream is on. Are you okay, streamer? Are you alright? I almost thought I'd never see you again, wuwuwu..."
Even though it was late at night, a large number of viewers flooded into the live stream room.
They were so excited that they didn't even feel sleepy.
It was ten times more effective than any coffee or alertness pill.
It wasn't their fault for reacting so strongly. It had been over a month since the last stream in Happiness Residential Area.
There were all sorts of speculations online.
Everyone was guessing if the streamer had been affected, if something had happened to the streamer.
Would they never be able to see the live stream room again?
Every time they thought about this, the viewers felt both nervous and scared.
Although...
If they couldn't see the live stream room, they wouldn't have to worry about suddenly seeing their own faces in it.
But! Even if they didn't see it, the Hell Messenger would still come when it was time!
Instead of worrying about suddenly dying of a stroke one day, it was better to know in advance and leave a 'family letter'.
Pah pah pah! May you live a long life! May you live a long life!
"I'm relieved to see the stream is still on."
"Ate the mushroom, tipped the streamer 10 watermelons* and left a message: Tipping spree!"
"Mummy tipped the streamer with a sports car*1!"
Many viewers, upon entering, tipped the streamer before even seeing anything, to show their support.
Tipping notifications scrolled by.
"Everyone, wait, something seems wrong? Where's the streamer?"
"???"
After being excited for so long, they only then belatedly realized.
Where was the streamer?
...
In the live stream footage—
The surroundings were very dark, with low visibility.
Only from the crack of a door not far away, a sliver of light peeked through.
The space in front was very narrow, so quiet that one could hear the sound of rapid, yet suppressed, breathing.
"Is this under the bed?" the viewers guessed, subconsciously slowing their breathing as well.
Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object landing was heard from outside the door.
Immediately after, the light from the door crack dimmed.
It seemed like a heavy object was being dragged away into the distance.
Rustle—
Rustle—
The sound of footsteps and dragging stopped not far away.
It seemed to be the kitchen.
First, the sound of sharpening a knife, then the sound of a cleaver chopping on bones.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Chopping bones, deboning meat, sharpening knives...
In the quiet night, these sounds were exceptionally clear and piercing.
They made one's hair stand on end and their scalp tingle.
It felt as if the knife was chopping on their own body.
After an unknown amount of time, it finally became quiet outside.
"Phew~"
Seeing this, the viewers collectively breathed a sigh of relief, touching the goosebumps on their skin.
Just as they were about to type a few comments to calm down, their hands had just reached the keyboard.
The next second—
In the footage, a pair of feet appeared in front of the bed without any warning.
Then a hand reached in and lifted the entire bed.
"I'm so hxsasajakeiw!!!"
"Holy crap, holy crap!"
In their respective bedrooms,
The viewers couldn't help but cry out, almost smashing their keyboards.
Their hearts skipped a beat.
Was it really that scary?!!
In that instant, different viewers reacted differently.
Some clutched the fan benefits they had received from the live stream room, trying to calm themselves down.
Others closed their eyes tightly, covered their ears, and muttered prayers.
"I'm not looking, I'm not looking, I didn't see anything... Streamer, protect me! Streamer, protect me!"
Still others looked around, crawled into their beds, and covered all the gaps.
They muttered, "Demons and monsters, begone! Demons and monsters, begone!"
...
In the live stream footage,
"Hiss~!"
The little girl hiding under the bed also gasped, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, watching the scene with horror.
She had almost cried out.
In front of the bed, Jiang Lin squatted down, looking at the little girl under the bed, lifting the entire bed with one hand.
His voice was cold, "Found you."
The girl maintained her pose with her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide open, as if saying:
—Who are you? Why are you here?
Outside the window, the light of the blood moon cast a hazy glow.
It illuminated Jiang Lin's figure.
As if he knew what she wanted to say, he reached out a hand to her, saying:
"Because you made a wish to me, I came."
"Come with me."
The girl looked at him with confusion, then suddenly looked towards the door.
Outside, the footsteps that had disappeared sounded again, walking step by step towards the bedroom.
"Shh—!"
The girl placed a finger to her lips, whispering nervously:
"Don't speak, they'll find us."
Tap, tap, tap... What was coming had arrived.
The heavy footsteps stopped at the bedroom door.
As far as the eye could see, the doorknob turned downwards by 30 degrees.
A tall figure appeared from behind the gradually opening door.
The girl's pupils contracted, and the fear in her eyes intensified.
—They're going to be discovered!
At this critical moment, Jiang Lin scooped up the girl with one arm and jumped directly out of the half-open window.
Everything here was a manifestation of her mental world.
Anyone she feared would be constantly strengthened.
The more afraid she was, the stronger the enemy would become, almost invincible.
It was even possible for them to turn into demons and monsters.
In this world, Jiang Lin couldn't guarantee he could defeat them.
Therefore, avoiding them was the best option.
Of course, there were ways to break through.
Either destroy this world—but the owner of this world would also suffer mental trauma.
Or, find the owner of this world and take her away from this place.
...
"You scared me, it was the streamer!"
"I'm crying, the child is really crying qaq..."
In the live stream room, the viewers watched the streamer's figure appear in front of the bed.
For a moment, they were at a loss whether to laugh or cry, their heartbeats still echoing in their ears.
They had even shouted "Streamer, protect me," only to be scared by the streamer.
"What was outside the door? Even the streamer had to run."
"I have to say, the streamer's move was very cool, hehe... I also want to carry a girl and break through the window!"
"Wake up upstairs, that's still a child."
...
Outside, the cold wind howled.
The clouds shifted, and the blood moon hung in the sky.
Casting a blood-red light over everything.
After jumping from the 29th floor, Jiang Lin landed easily while observing the environment outside.
The scene before him was familiar, with tall buildings all around.
Between the tall buildings, there were green spaces, paths, and slides...
It was the Roland Residential Area.
The only difference was that all the buildings had their lights off, dark and gloomy.
And they had all become Building 9.
Jiang Lin looked up behind him. The room they had jumped from—2901—was the only room with its lights on.
In front of the bedroom window,
A tall man leaned out halfway, looking at them with sinister eyes.
He held a cleaver in his hand, and his clothes, face, and hair were covered in sticky blood.
The girl in his arms shivered and nervously grabbed Jiang Lin's collar:
"What are you going to do?"
Jiang Lin glanced at her, "Take you back."
Finally, he added, "Back to where you want to go."
The girl stared at him blankly, seemingly confused.
Jiang Lin didn't say anything more. The other party's cognitive state seemed normal, with no signs of idiocy.
It seemed her memories and mental state were still at the point before her soul had issues.
He quickly scanned the surroundings. Judging by the current situation, it seemed they could only truly leave this place by getting out of the residential area.
However, after running a couple of steps towards the main gate of the residential area, Jiang Lin froze.
—He couldn't fly anymore.
...