Metaphysics Live Stream, Going Viral Across the Internet Ch. 8

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They wouldn't come in, which meant there was something even scarier inside the hotel, keeping them away.

Shen Huo pulled the curtains closed, turned on the incandescent light, and the light chased away the coldness in the room.

He took out a painting and hung it by the bed, then placed some fruit on it as an offering.

After finishing all that, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

He then pulled out some clothes from his suitcase, ready to take a shower and sleep.

With clothes in hand, he went into the bathroom. The warm water poured over him, washing away the chill.

His pores fully opened, eagerly soaking up the precious warmth.

Back facing the door, Shen Huo had no idea that a shadow floated past the door.

The dignified and righteous painting flashed golden light, driving the shadow away.

Completely unaware, Shen Huo finished his shower, feeling refreshed as he lay on the bed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Huo wondered who could be knocking so late at night.

He walked over and opened the door, seeing a crew member standing there.

"Mr. Shen, the show is about to start. This is your personal camera. Turn it on before you sleep, avoid your private areas, and just share your feelings about the trip with the viewers in advance."

The crew member handed Shen Huo a small camera and left.

Raising an eyebrow, Shen Huo thought about how capitalists never miss a chance to squeeze their employees.

But since he'd already signed a contract with Director Wang, he had to follow through.

He set the camera on the table, quickly fixed his hair, turned it on, and started streaming.

Oh, and forgot to mention, this was a small live streaming camera that worked even in mountain areas with weak signal—some kind of black tech, hard to buy on the market.

Since he had one, it meant every guest had one too.

Shen Huo couldn't help but think Director Wang really went all out to shoot this reality show.

11 p.m.

A live stream called "Horror Reality Show" was hosted on the least popular streaming app.

This live stream was super low-key—no topics at all, just one simple line of very straightforward letters:

[Exploring the Ghost Town]

Just four simple words, but somehow they strangely hit the curious little hearts of netizens who loved weird stuff, making them click in without thinking.

New viewers were a bit confused by the stream's channels.

But the labels were very clear:

There was a "Cute Guest," a "Genius Brain Guest," and a "Ceiling-Level Looks Guest"...

Netizens immediately zeroed in on the last one—who's so full of themselves to name themselves like that?

Many fans who had their own male idols felt offended, thinking, "Who does this guy think he is? How dare he!"

When they clicked into the video,

A man wearing light-colored cartoon pajamas appeared, his messy curly hair framing a pair of tender peach blossom eyes. Maybe because it was late, he yawned, and a watery gleam flashed in his eyes, adding an extra layer of charm to his already affectionate gaze.

The netizens reacted:

[Ahhh, I want all the info on this guy in one minute!]

[So sexy, so captivating, a grown man who looks prettier than any woman! Oh my god, is that mole on his finger a cinnabar mole? I wanna lick it, perper!]

[Is he a celebrity? Why have I never seen him before?]

The unpopular live stream instantly shot up to the top twenty on the streaming charts, drawing in even more curious viewers.

They all clicked on the "Ceiling-Level Looks" video, and the next moment, their eyes widened, utterly hooked.

This guy was just too damn good-looking, endlessly watchable.

Everyone was asking for info on this guest.

Suddenly, a comment caught the netizens' attention.

[WTF, isn't this that dead gay dude selling xx? Why hasn't this pervert been banned yet!?]

Some netizens who had no clue what was going on started asking for explanations.

Then someone told them to check yesterday's trending searches.

After looking it up, the netizens came back and went, "Ennnn..."

Shen Huo's comment section was flooded with vicious words, like blood-sucking leeches had descended—haters launching one round of flame wars after another.

In the director's room,

The assistant director looked at the comments on Shen Huo's live stream and asked Director Wang if they should intervene.

Director Wang glanced at him with a deep, unreadable expression.

"Even haters are fans—they're legit traffic. With that traffic, there's better exposure."

Was Director Wang's easy approval for Shen Huo to shoot the reality show really just a favor for Bai Pengxuan?

First, he didn't want to offend Brother Li, who was behind Bai Pengxuan—a crazy guy who bites anyone he gets near.

Second, he saw that Shen Huo had nearly a million haters, and if used right, those haters could boost the crew's exposure.

A win-win situation—how could he say no?

The assistant director said again, "Hehe, Bai Pengxuan just posted on Weibo confirming Shen Huo's entry into our reality show! The traffic is definitely gonna spike!"

Amid the online flood of insults, clueless Shen Huo casually recorded a few words, then pointed the camera at his room's door, lay down on the bed, snuggled into the soft blankets, and fell into a deep sleep.

The hotel grew quiet—or maybe it didn't.

Thunder rumbled outside, pouring rain everywhere.

Inside the quiet hotel, whispers broke the silence—these sounds were strange.

Even though they were clearly audible, listening closely, the voices seemed muffled, like covered by a thick soundproof cloth; what was close to the ear became blurry.

Then came some tapping sounds, like many kids running through the hallway, across the ceiling, and inside the walls, making a dull noise.

Among the pile of uncared-for raw rice on the floor, footprints appeared—some big, some small—and sometimes even handprints.

Next to the rice, a potted plant was slowly moved by an invisible hand.

The pot had been in the same spot for a long time; as it was moved, a black-brown streak stretched from where the pot was to the doorway of another room.

The scattered rice ended there, and the pot could only be moved that far.

Looking over, the rice was covered in scattered footprints.

"Thump thump!"

Footsteps went upstairs.

And the weird noisy sounds just stopped.

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