Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Two minutes later, the paper man's hands and feet began to move, and he followed Su Chen obediently. The weird scene made people feel cold.

The host was so scared when he saw this scene that he almost peed his pants.

He could barely hold the phone, his eyes widening as he stared: "Oh my god, I saw a living paper man! Oh my god, the paper man can move! Help! What's going on?"

When the suona started, the people in the audience almost fainted.

The principal spat out a mouthful of water and subconsciously reached out to wipe the wig for the person in front of him. However, the wig of the person in front of him was pulled off.

A gust of wind blew, and the Mediterranean Sea felt a little chilly. The person in front noticed something was wrong, raised his hand and touched his head, then froze and turned to look behind him.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Seeing this, the assistant beside him hurriedly laughed and said, "Hey, Principal, this year's school anniversary is really special. These kids are really, really creative."

Damn, isn’t the suona meant for the dead? What does this group want to do? Should we just send them away?

The person sitting in front reached out and pulled the wig away, then put it on calmly, his eyes showing a hint of emotional collapse. Fortunately, everyone was in the stands just now, so no one paid much attention to him...

As the suona sounded, cheerful notes danced, and the paper people looked like living people, holding hands, spinning and jumping like real people, vivid and lifelike.

If the light hadn't shone on it, I would have recognized it was a paper figure and would have thought it was a living person.

Su Chen turned his body and directed the paper figures to dance in time with the music. It was a strange and shocking scene. The people in the audience watched him intently without blinking.

When I came to my senses, I had already turned on the live recording.

After seeing the picture clearly, the people who came into the live broadcast room were immediately excited and started sharing it. More and more people came in and the barrage of comments started to fill up.

[Oh my goodness, am I still half asleep, or am I seeing a ghost? Where is this place? Such an exaggerated performance.]

[The sign says it's a school anniversary. What kind of school anniversary is so unrestrained? They even play suona and use paper figures to dance. It's astonishing to me.]

[Pfft, isn't suona a funeral instrument? Are you sure this is a school celebration, not a collective send-off to the next reincarnation? I'm dying of laughter, haha.]

[Upstairs, pay attention. This is the school anniversary. We're all living people. The performances on stage are a bit innovative. Why make such a fuss? Just talk about whether it's good or not. It's much more interesting than those dances.]

[The paper figure is incredibly flexible. I wonder where you bought it. Is it a robot inside? I think so too. A paper figure can't possibly move. It must be a robot.]

[…Bullshit, your robot is so agile, but intelligent technology hasn't developed to that level yet. This is a Taoist method, you won't understand, so just watch calmly.]

I can attest to the fact that the paper figurine I carried inside was incredibly light. It was simply a bamboo frame covered in paper. It couldn't possibly be a machine. Robots are incredibly heavy.

[Damn, this school anniversary is so interesting. Our school has the same set routine every year, except for the prettier girls. There's really no novelty at all.]

[Where is this? Can we go and take a look? ]

[No, this is the anniversary celebration of Peking University and Tsinghua University. People from other schools are not allowed in. Forget it. I can shoot more videos, you can just watch them.]

【…Ahhh, take more pictures. I love to see them.】

Su Chen and the other person were unaware of the internet uproar and continued their performance. When the song reached its climax, everyone heard a rustling sound coming from outside the window.

Soon, birds flew in one by one, circling on the stage, coordinating with the little paper mannequins, as if they could understand.

This shocking scene was seen by everyone.

The host stared blankly, not knowing how to react and not daring to interrupt. For the first time, he realized that weirdness and shock could be combined together.

After the song ended, the birds seemed to wake up and flew out of the windows one after another.

The stage fell silent, and the little paper people stood motionless.