When we entered the live broadcast room, Xia Min and I were taken aback.

The mysterious man lived up to his name, with a blood-stained werewolf hood on his head.

Unlike other streamers, he doesn't say a word.

Once again, I looked at the top of the screen.

The signal is still full.

This space can absorb light and sound, and it is logically said to be a purely enclosed space.

But why is there still a signal?

I was in this stunned state of mind, when Xiao Min suddenly tugged at me, "Look."

I regained my composure and looked back at the screen, "Isn't this the arch?"

"yes!"

Xiao Min's hand suddenly began to tremble: "He's at the door of the cemetery!"

Judging by the picture, this is indeed the case.

The location of the mysterious man is the entrance to the cemetery.

At this time, the camera is slowly moving, and when a two-story building appears in the lens, the camera stops abruptly.

Looking at the live broadcast screen, Xia Min couldn't help but exclaim.

"He's shooting the building that trapped the two of us!"

For a moment, I forgot to even breathe.

From the moment he entered the live broadcast room, the mysterious man didn't say a word, only the werewolf hood kept staring at the screen.

Now that he's pointing his camera at us, what the hell is he trying to do?

"Pull, pull......"

With the sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground, the camera began to push forward.

It's coming for us!

I can't wait to have these two eyes on the screen, and I don't dare to miss any details.

I listened for a while and quickly turned up the loudest voice.

I turned to Xia Min and asked, "This man is a cripple."

"How do you know?"

"Don't ask, now you think quickly, among your enemies, is there a lame?"

I listened attentively, and then analyzed it firmly, "My right leg is lame."

Xia Min frowned, pursed his lips and thought for a long time, but finally shook his head: "No."

"Did you hear me wrong?"

"Impossible." I brought the earpiece to Xia Min's ear: "The footsteps are obviously dragged, and if you look closely at the camera, every time he lifts his legs, the camera will shake more to the right."

After a moment, Xia Min still shook his head: "My husband and I don't have any friends, and we don't have any enemies."

"The most obvious characteristics of this person have come out, now it's up to you, as long as you can match the number, I have a way."

At this juncture, it is indeed a bit uncomfortable to leave all the problems on one person.

But there was no way, she had to face it herself.

I tapped her on the shoulder and reassured, "Relax, think slowly."

At this moment, Xia Min looked at the screen: "Why are there so many people?"

I followed his gaze, and the number in the upper right corner was already tens of thousands.

This number has exceeded the number of people in Xia Min's live broadcast room last night.

This mysterious person has not said a word since he started broadcasting, let alone Xia Min's elder brother and shorter, why is the number of people in the live broadcast room so exaggerated?

At this point, I found another problem.

I pointed to the screen and whispered, "Are all the people in here real people?"

"There will be some robots, but not many."

"So, hundreds of thousands of robots, is it possible?"

Xia Min pouted and smiled, "What do you want? Absolutely impossible."

"Yes." I clapped my hands together, "A new problem has come out."

"When you broadcast live last night, the number of people was about one-third of that of the mysterious person, and the barrage was already flying all over the sky."

Xia Min was quite smart, and immediately answered: "Huh? What a thing!"

"Why don't he have a single person to talk to?"

I pondered for a long time, and then analyzed, "More than 100,000 people gathered together, and no one spoke, just watched quietly."

"Today......" I raised my wrist and shook it at her, "August 16th, the day the hell is closed."

Things seem to be getting clearer.

Xia Min's eyes rolled and he said softly, "You think they discussed it in advance."

"That's right, they really have a tacit understanding."

"It's like having some kind of ritual that is conventional."

After that, I asked again, "You've been in this circle for so long, have you ever heard of the Mystery Man anchor?"

"No, never."

Xia Min's affirmative reply made me more and more sure.

Maybe it's some kind of ritual.

At this moment, the screen suddenly stopped, and the mysterious man gasped for breath.

The panting was loud, and the movement was comparable to that of an old bellows.

"Lame, not in good health." I looked at Xia Min again, "Can you remember?"