Wakuni, Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.

Late at night.

A ubiquitous two-storey residential building.

In the room, Suzuka is looking at a computer screen in a slightly dimly lit room.

"That witch, what kind of means did you use to get Qiao San to take pictures with her!"

Suzuka looked at the photo on her phone indignantly.

In addition to photos of two people sitting together eating, there are also photos of various games and selfies.

"I'm!"

Suzuka hammered the table.

If you knew it earlier, you shouldn't have stayed at home in anger, and you definitely had to follow it.

"Moreover, their room turned out to be only one bed!!"

Suzuka looked at the photo that Ariko Asano sent her.

"Shameless shrine maiden!"

Good gas.

But there is no way to fight back.

Impotent rage.

Suzuka hammered the table again.

"However, Qiao San will be back tomorrow, and then it will be my home field!"

She was suddenly a little happier again.

"Why don't you make a surprise attack?"

Thinking so, Suzuka opened the live broadcast room.

The audience who received the push quickly entered the live broadcast room.

It's full of people like "It's hard to live so late" and "It's time to wait!" "Another assault?" Comments like "I've been working hard lately".

There are also some bigwigs who directly hit the red SC, which is simple and clear.

"Well, thank you everyone, thank you, I can't sleep today, so Suzuka simply thought about coming to the live broadcast."

Suzuka's original resentful expression disappeared, and her tone became much lighter, completely a clear picture of business.

If Qiao Qiao stood here, he would probably sigh "Women are really terrible".

"Well, I don't really want to play games, so let's just go and see if there's any interesting live streaming."

After the opening remarks, Suzuka chatted casually for a few more words, and then clicked on other live channels.

This kind of matryoshka behavior of watching other people's live broadcasts during live broadcasts also has a lot of audiences, and there have even been famous anchor rounds that have brought a lot of traffic and new fans to the little anchors, so many people don't mind.

Suzuka itself is also a popular vtuber, often linked with other streamers, and is very popular with everyone.

"Let's take a look at Nana's live broadcast room first."

Suzuka said as she glanced at the group chat.

Several of their well-connected anchors formed a small group chat, and among the people who were online at the moment was Nana Chiri.

This is also a virtual anchor, but unlike Suzuka's solo personal potential, Nana Chisato belongs to a virtual anchor project called Harunyu Society, which was formed by a company.

To put it simply, Nana Chisato belongs to the virtual anchor of the corporate situation, and the anchor is her job.

Approaching the end of the month, due to the regulations on the duration of live broadcasts, many corporate anchors who had too much fish at the beginning of the month have now begun to broadcast.

"Ah, Nana is playing a game."

Suzuka clicked into the other party's live broadcast room, Nana Chisato was playing a puzzle-style horror game, startled, and didn't dare to move forward, and didn't dare to look back, which was very interesting.

She didn't seem to notice Suzuka's arrival either.

"Wow, Suzuka isn't good at this kind of horror game, after all, Suzuka is very timid."

Suzuka said as she commented.

"Having said that, watching the live broadcast of Nana Nana's live broadcast like this, there is always a feeling of the spirit behind it."

She smiled.

It was at this time.

Suzuka found that it was in the lower left corner of the live broadcast room.

Suddenly, a model of a virtual anchor appeared.

This model has blonde hair and blue pupils, which looks quite cute.

She moved, and seemed to be watching Nana Chiri's live broadcast.

“？”

Suzuka was stunned.

At the same time, whether it was her live broadcast room or Nana Chisa's live broadcast room, a large number of comments broke out.

[It's coming!] 】

[Is this the ?? 】

[Really? 】

[Appeared! 】

Etcetera.

Is this true?

Suzuka swallowed.

Nana Chisato is still immersed in a horror game and doesn't seem to notice.

Suzuka hurriedly looked for Nana Chisato on Discord.

The virtual anchor came back to his senses and looked at his live broadcast room.

"Ahh

Frightened, he exposed his own voice and screamed.

Suzuka saw that the blonde figure seemed to smile.

It's obviously a warm and lovely smile, but in the eyes of Suzuka at this time, it's extremely terrifying.

If you want to ask why.

Because the virtual anchor represented by this model is named Baimei Louise, who graduated from the virtual anchor industry in April this year, that is, he stopped his activities and stopped live broadcasting.

What's even more chilling is that the person under the leather case of Baimei Louise, that is, the person who broadcasts live in this image, committed suicide less than a week after stopping the activity.

In other words, at this moment, the image of Baimei Louise is absolutely impossible to appear in anyone's live broadcast again.

No one would make such a bad joke.

That is now appearing in the live broadcast room of Nana Chiri......

Suzuka looked at the blond figure as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't make a sound.

A few minutes later, the model of Louise disappeared from the live broadcast room.

"What the hell is going on......"

At this time, Suzuka desperately hoped that Qiao Qiao was by his side.

......

At the airport, I said goodbye to Ariko Asano, who took her family's private car home.

Qiao Qiao took the subway back to his home in Shinjuku Ward.

"I don't know if Suzuka has been studying seriously these days."

Qiao Qiao pulled the suitcase with the souvenir and opened the door with the key.

"Huh?"

Something isn't right.

Qiao Qiao thought.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and even if day and night are reversed, Suzuka should have woken up.

However, the room was unusually quiet.

Considering the fact that the probability of Suzuka going out is probably lower than the probability of Qiao Qiao's revolver jamming.

"There's a problem."

Qiao Qiao glanced at it.

And there are no traces of weirdness.

The home was very clean.

Is it a thief or a burglary?

He put down his suitcase, took the parts out of his backpack, and quickly assembled them.

Loaded with rubber bullets, Qiao Qiao walked into the house.

Laboratory, safe.

Living room, safe.

The kitchen, although there were a lot of unwashed dishes, was nevertheless safe and safe.

Ground floor toilet, safe.

Second floor, parents' bedroom, safe.

Restroom on the second floor, safe.

Own room, safe.

The next thing is only ......

Qiao Qiao came to the door of Suzuka's room.

There was no sound.

Knock Knock Knock –

Qiao Qiao knocked on the door.

"Suzuka?"

He asked, but didn't get an answer from Suzuka.

"I'm in."

Twisting the doorknob, Qiao Qiao quickly pushed the door open, raised his gun and rushed into Suzuka's room.

Naturally, there are no robbers or thieves.

"Suzuka?"

Qiao Qiao saw that Suzuka was curled up and squatting in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, obviously it was summer, but it looked very cold.

The trembling Suzuka didn't see Qiao Qiao until this time.

"Jossan, help me!"

Suzuka cried.