Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Although I hate to admit it, these people who keep calling this streamer "your dad" and "trash" are indeed his fans.

Other people's fans treat their streamers like royalty. If they do well, they shower them with compliments and gifts. Even if they get chased and beaten up by ghosts, they still feel sorry for their idol and continue to give them money.

Liang Zaibing felt like she was about to shed a tear when she talked about this.

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As they were cursing, the tone of the conversation suddenly changed.

Ice-cold Cola (No Coke): Wait, you're so protective of the streamer, could it be his alternate account?

The glacier, which was supposed to be melting at a very fast rate, suddenly stalled, prompting questions from those downstairs.

Day 1 of my abstinence challenge: That's right, it's my son's alternate account, just messing around with his dad.

Hand-pulled pancakes without lettuce: That makes sense. I was wondering how there could be such a strange person.

When Liang Zaibing clicked into his profile, she found that his account had been banned for insulting others, and she could no longer see the comments he had posted. Liang Zaibing was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Where did you go, "Glacier Melting"? Why was your account banned? You helped me argue with these bastards for 300 posts, how come they're all gone? Do you know how devastated I was when I saw those supportive comments turn into "This comment is not visible"? I beg you, please come back soon! Don't swear in the comments! Do you know how much of a blow it is to me to lose your account?!

Liang Zaibing silently broke through the defenses for five minutes, but the account that had been frozen showed no signs of being restored.

The online community returned to its usual mocking tone, confirming that he had used a fake account to speak up for them, effectively branding him with shame.

In the end, Liang Zaibing simply decided to avoid seeing it and left the thread to focus on searching for what he was looking for.

I almost forgot about the important matter because I was so angry at these bastards.

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There aren't many posts related to paranormal events in the real world, but they are all quite detailed.

For example, a player who works at a food company posted that he encountered someone asking him for help when he went into a cold storage room. When the person was covered in frost and had no warmth at all, he was already dead.

The player ignored him, turned around and ran away. When he went back and asked, he found out that an employee had been accidentally locked in the cold storage. When he went back the next day, the employee was frozen solid, and the boss had to pay a lot of money in compensation.

"You mean a corpse? It was taken out a long time ago, otherwise would it be frozen in a cold storage?"

Upon learning of this, the player immediately resigned and never saw the ghost again.

Liang Zaibing frowned and turned to the next item.

The stories that followed were all pretty much the same: after encountering a ghost, 70% of them chose to stay away from the trouble; 30% chose to find a way to deal with the ghost, but none of them posted any follow-up information. They may have forgotten about the post, or they may have died in the instance or at the hands of the ghost in real life.

Many of these people possessed cursed items, yet not a single one succeeded?

What Liang Zaibing was most concerned about was a reply from the original poster in a thread, which came half a month later.

"It's no use, it's no use, I can't kill it! Nobody in reality can kill it!"

No matter how many questions were pressed in the comments, the original poster did not respond.

Strange things.

Liang Zaibing has always adhered to the life philosophy that one should not rush into things unless death is imminent, so she simply put the matter aside for the time being.

Let's wait until the female ghost comes knocking on our door.

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The farmhand was busy preparing lunch in the kitchen, while the wicked landlord lay on the sofa browsing forums, entertaining himself with ghost stories, though mainly he was learning from experience.

A newly refreshed post on the homepage caught his attention.

Was that building bombed again? It's only been three minutes.

Liang Zaibing clicked in and realized they were referring to a discussion thread about "that person".

I never imagined that the magic of youknowwho could work online as well.

Just passing by: I heard that person only has one cursed item, is that true? Given his strength, that shouldn't be the case.

I love money, money loves me: What do you know? It is the most powerful cursed thing in itself, easily destroying dungeons.

He was trembling with anger and cold. Did he have too many powerful enemies?

But before he could read a few comments, the post went 404 and automatically redirected him back to the homepage.

Just as Liang Zaibing was about to continue searching for new posts about Edo Tensei, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The knocking was moderate and rhythmic; after three knocks, there was silence, followed by a 30-second pause before the knocking resumed.

Eleven glanced out from the kitchen, as if asking who the visitor was.

Good question, he wants to know too.

When Liang Zaibing went to open the door, she discovered that the Syrian-style security door not only had a broken doorbell, but the peephole had also been smashed and blocked, making it impossible to observe the outside world.

Upon seeing who was behind the door, Liang Zaibing's expression twisted for a moment, and she instinctively wanted to slam the door shut.

A long, strong hand reached in through the crack in the door and grabbed the door that was about to close.

Jiang Qingjian's ambiguous smile appeared behind the door. "Who would close the door as soon as they see the police?"

"I know I'm guilty, okay?" Liang Zaibing glared at him. "This is my house. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

He showed up at my door today, even though I moved yesterday. This cop has definitely been investigating me all along.

Jiang Qingjian, completely oblivious to being turned away, smiled and said, "I'm here to thank you. You took good care of my subordinates in the last instance."

Liang Zaibing was stunned. "Wait, who are your subordinates?"

It seems that only Lin Yisen survived with him in the last instance. Saying that the mad scientist was from the system is a joke.

"Lin Yisen, you've already forgotten him after only two days?"

If they can hire someone like Lin Yisen, Liang Zaibing suddenly felt that he could also take on this civil servant position.

Although he has a bad temper and is difficult to manage, and sometimes his methods are quite radical, at least he is harmonious and friendly and does not resort to torture.

Liang Zaibing was quite taken aback and immediately retorted, "He's really not a crime expert you recruited from prison?"

Jiang Qingjian smiled and said, "If Lin Yisen knew you said that, he would be very sad."

"Who cares about him? I bet he'd love to cut me open too." Liang Zaibing scoffed dismissively and sprawled back on the sofa without any regard for his image. "Why doesn't he come and thank me in person?"

Jiang Qingjian paused for a few seconds strangely before continuing, "After he came out of the dungeon, he ate some corpse-refining oil that he had been hoarding and went to the hospital to have his stomach pumped."

Oh no, I forgot to tell him that the transplanted stomach was taken back.

Liang Zaibing pretended to be completely unaware, "Haha, it's normal for him to take the wrong medicine every few days."

Jiang Qingjian didn't speak, but instead looked him up and down with a meaningful gaze.

It makes you feel like all your little schemes are exposed.

Liang Zaibing picked up her water bottle, took a sip, and changed the subject, "My house is haunted, are you police going to do anything about it?"

"Haunted?" Jiang Qingjian looked around the house in surprise. "You mean that flying spatula in the kitchen?"