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[The imitation at the beginning was quite convincing; at first glance, you might mistake it for the real Master Jiu.]

[Anti-fake streamer: I just wanted to say "ga," I didn't actually mean to.]

[During emo: I don't want to live anymore! During a medical checkup: Doctor, this indicator is a bit high. Am I—serious?!]

[The truth from netizens!]

[The old traditional Chinese medicine doctor just passed away, and someone's already asking for more?]

【Don't!】

[What does @NineMaster think?]

Netizens were jokingly tagging @晏玖, never expecting it would actually attract the attention of the person in question.

I just took that comment as a prank by netizens.

Yan Jiu first followed him.

Only then did I leave a comment.

He turned around, put down his phone, and went to eat.

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at the same time.

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer who has been followed by Yan Jiu is planning to go to a cosmetics store to uphold justice.

His wife advised, "We've made quite a bit of money, so let's stop livestreaming."

While searching for something, the anti-fraud livestreamer said, "That's just a woman's view. What do you know? If I don't earn more money, how can I afford to pay for my child's more expensive tutoring classes? Where will you get the money to spend?"

As he spoke.

He searched for a cosmetics store on the map.

He boasted to his wife about his achievement.

“I see you have a few bottles of lotion and moisturizer that are almost empty, so I’ll go to the anti-counterfeit cosmetics store this time and bring you back a few bottles to try.”

His wife hesitated to speak.

There was an indescribable sense of panic in my heart.

She stopped him, saying, "Why don't we skip this time? Next time, I promise I won't stop you."

The anti-fraud anchor rolled his eyes: "You always say the same thing. Fine, just stay home and wait for my good news."

With a "bang".

The door was closed.

The enormous sound was exceptionally clear and terrifying, as if Death had pushed open the gates of hell.

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer walked to the roadside and continued browsing a cosmetics store he had found.

The snowflakes are still falling.

It blurred his vision.

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer didn't bother to check the store name of the cosmetics; he simply took a taxi and headed straight to his destination.

soon.

The taxi stopped.

He got out of the car and looked at the "ROSE" cosmetics store located in a secluded corner.

A sense of doubt arose in my heart.

What kind of shop would open in such a remote location?

The debunking livestreamer was puzzled.

I still made it through.

As soon as he entered the store, he held up a selfie stick that he pretended was being used in a live stream, and walked around pointing at people with an arrogant air.

It was as if they were certain that the store clerk would be so scared that they would contact the store manager in their area and then pay money to settle the matter.

The anti-fraud livestreamer fantasized about money flowing in, but after waiting a long time, no one approached him or complimented him.

He glanced at the shop assistants in their uniforms.

I was startled by their expressions; the shop assistants looked at me with indifference, as if I were a person who was about to die.

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at the cosmetics brand name in the store—ROSE.

RO...SE?

He seems to have gone into the wrong cosmetics store!

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer always understands the importance of acting within his capabilities and that he can't fight city hall. He is always self-aware, and today he is going to visit a small brand called ROOSE.

Instead of this strange place.

Although he had never heard of this beauty brand before, the store's decor was grand yet luxurious, and the cosmetics were very expensive, far beyond what ordinary people could afford.

He cursed inwardly.

It's all because foreign languages ​​are too similar.

He went to the wrong place.

The debunking livestreamer turned off his phone, which he had been pretending to be broadcasting, and with a sheepish grin, tried to leave the cosmetics store.

Just as he was about to step out of the glass door.

A seductive female voice rang out, and a charming nun emerged from the hidden door.

"Why are the guests in such a hurry to leave?"

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer stiffly turned his head.

He saw a beautiful woman and had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The newcomer was dressed in a black and white nun's robe. Although it was the extreme black and white color scheme, she wore it with an air of sensuality.

The nun locked her gaze on him without blinking.

She was wearing a cross.

The cross, adorned with blood-red roses, looked out of place and felt completely out of place.

By the time the debunking streamer was overwhelmed with strange emotions, he was already sitting in front of the dressing table, with his shoulders being held down.

"Our goal is to help our guests forget their ugly selves. What kind of face do you like?"

The nun's smile was stiff.

Long, jet-black fingernails climbed onto the face of the anti-fraud anchor, ready to peel off his skin and change his face at a single command.

The anti-counterfeiting livestreamer had a blank stare.

When his cheek was pierced, the pain woke him up, and he looked at the image in the mirror in horror.

The nun behind him was hardly a beauty.

She wasn't even human.

It was clearly a gigantic, hideous goat-headed monster dressed in a nun's robe!

He was trembling and shaking.

yes.

He should have realized that no one would wear a nun's robe in a cosmetics store! And no one would ask customers what kind of face they like!

The anti-fake news anchor took off running, but stumbled at the doorway: "Help! There's a monster! Help!"

Due to excessive tension, bluish veins stood out on his face and neck, and the blood flowing down his face made him look somewhat ferocious.

The debunking livestreamer looked back.

The lights inside the store were buzzing.

The goat-headed monster, draped in a nun's robe, licked the blood from his fingertips and grinned cruelly.

Just then.

The shop was visited.

When the debunking anchor's lifeless eyes swept over the masked man, his unfocused pupils suddenly came into focus.

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