"It was late that day, I remember it was about 11 p.m., I was going home alone after a party with friends, so I stopped a taxi, I sat in the back seat, told the driver the location and leaned back in the seat.

When I noticed something was wrong, I saw the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror...."

Through the sense of first-person substitution, Yuan Lin began to talk about psychological crimes, and he spoke about it little by little.

People in the acting department need to take some speaking classes, at least so that they can speak some things fluently, and Yuan Lin is also a little talented in this, the dark room, Yuan Lin's looming face, some subdued voice, with the wonderful plot of psychological crime...

Suddenly... One picture after another emerged in the viewer's mind.

It also includes...

The first person to turn around and die, how did he die.

Which hand is he holding his head.

And so on and so forth...

After a long time, Yuan Lin finally finished the first paragraph, and said with a smile: "I'll rest for a while, I'm a little thirsty." ”

As he spoke, he clicked on the end of the video and posted it in his live broadcast room.

The audience didn't speak for a long time, just silently exited the room, and then frantically advertised in other live broadcast rooms.

"Shocked god-level anchors, the horror stories told scared me to death!Room No.: 354601. ”

And a group of viewers clearly didn't believe it.

"Liar. ”

"It's the anchor's trumpet vest again. ”

"The new anchor is getting more and more shameless. ”

"That is, blowing yourself and advertising indiscriminately. ”

A group of condemning voices appeared, but there were still some curious viewers who came to Yuan Lin's live broadcast room.

And Yuan Lin was resting at this time, after all, he was still very tired from telling ghost stories for half an hour in a row, and he still had to maintain a sense of horror and control his tone.

And the new audience began to watch the video...

After a long time...

Among these people, some people gave tips casually, and some silently withdrew from the live broadcast room and went crazy to advertise.

Good things need to be shared.

And when Yuan Lin drank saliva and went to the toilet and came back, he was surprised to find...

The live broadcast room has changed from one person to 300 people!!

"What's going on, is this my live broadcast room?"

Yuan Lin looked at the computer, with a puzzled face, and even looked at the name of his room a little cutely: "Yes, it's my live broadcast room, the system is malfunctioning?"

Yuan Lin's slightly cute words made a group of viewers laugh.

"This anchor is kind of cute. ”

"Yes, but the story is so well told. ”

"Who is the murderer? ”

"I feel like the policeman. ”

"No, the cop wasn't there. ”

A group of people in the room began to discuss. Yuan Lin looked at the barrage one by one, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seemingly...

Psychological crimes, still very powerful!

But once again, he forgot that it was time to turn off the lights and turn on the flashlight.

His weird smile once again made all the audience furious.

"Damn, the anchor is scary. ”

"Kneel and beg the anchor not to laugh. ”

“+1。 ”

“+2。 ”

“...”

“+10086。 ”

Yuan Lin looked at the rows of barrages and the black lines at one end.

What do you mean for the anchor not to laugh,, is your laugh so scary?

Yuan Lin was speechless, then coughed twice, quickly adjusted his mentality, and continued to speak in that kind of subdued voice.

The number of spectators grew, and even by an hour later, there were already 1,000 people.

But the strange thing is that there are very few people who send barrages, and everyone has been attracted by the storyline told by Yuan Lin, and only occasionally there are gifts that flash by.

After another story was told, Yuan Lin was tired of sweating, leaned back in the chair and exhaled.

"Alright, friends, that's all for today's story. ”

Yuan Lin looked at the computer screen, smiled, and said.

So, a row of barrages flashed again.

"Nima, don't laugh. ”

"That's it, the story is scary, and the anchor is still laughing, don't you want to do this. ”

"The story is really good. ”

"But who the murderer is? ”

"You say, this story can't be true, right? ”

"I don't know, anyway, I don't dare to sleep tonight, I always feel like there are people around me, there are people under the bed, there are people around me, there are people in the closet. ”

"Me too, what should I do! I'm alone at home, and I don't dare to sleep. I'm afraid that someone will watch me while I sleep. ”

"Nima anchors are toxic. ”

Yuan Lin looked at the delay for a long time, couldn't help but smile, and turned off the live broadcast casually.

"Nima... The anchor laughed again!"

This is the last barrage.

Yuan Lin casually opened the room and waited, looked at the instant noodles on the side, hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and fell on the bed.

Watching today's live broadcast is not generally good, which makes Yuan Lin more satisfied!

The number of people has already broken 1,000 on the first day, and tomorrow the results may be even better.

The main thing is... Psychological sin is so powerful.

Moreover, his advantage is that he is a late-night live broadcast, and the big anchors have already been off the air by this time, and there will be no particularly powerful people and themselves to grab traffic.

Late-night live broadcasts will also enhance the horror effect even more.

But the disadvantages are also obvious, at least late at night many people have already slept, after all, everyone has a job, or needs to go to school.

But...

I don't need to think about it that much now.

And at this moment...

The voice of the pit father of the system appeared in Yuan Lin's mind again.

"Performance Mission: Ask the host to perform a suicide live broadcast, and the reward for completing the task is... Perfect: the right to use two poems, Normal: the right to use one poem. If the mission fails, the right to use the protagonist's psychological crime will be deducted. ”

Listening to the sound of the system, Yuan Lin, who was already sleepy, became energetic in an instant, his forehead was covered with black lines, and he gritted his teeth desperately.

"System, my day your uncle!!"

Don't be so cheating. I'm Nima... Suicide on the aircast?

How to commit suicide, what if the audience really believes it and calls the police!

And I am a fake suicide, the police are coming, what should I do if I am convicted of disturbing social order!

Nima!

The most important thing is that the system doesn't give away the right to use this special psychological crime.

Now I have to take it back!

If this is withdrawn, what should I do if I broadcast it live?

What to do with your own plans!

At this moment, Yuan Lin really wanted to strangle this unlucky system.

And the voice of the system sounded again: "In this mission, you can use the retake function for free." ”

Yuan Lin gradually calmed down and pondered for a long time.

This task is obvious, the evaluation of the perfect level or the ordinary level, it is estimated that it depends on whether to use film to reshoot, if you use it, it is the ordinary level, and if you don't use it, it is the perfect level.

If you haven't finished it, it's a failed mission.

But... How can I commit suicide, first of all, I must ensure that when I commit suicide, the audience will not call the police, and secondly, I must ensure that the police will not sentence me to disturb social order.