Chapter 003 The Banker Takes All
【Blood and Flesh Monk: I won.】
Five minutes have passed, but the anchor is still alive.
[Mr.Robot: This anchor looks really powerful... She might even live longer than No.5.]
[Anonymous Anonymous Anonymous: She will definitely live longer than No. 5. No. 5 is a teacher. She also successfully communicated with this little ghost, but she could only talk to him and conduct so-called psychological treatment, so she died in the end.]
Words are useful, but not very useful. It is difficult to convince a kid who is already full of resentment to let you stay in his house for a night just by talking.
What's more, many people just think that what they say sounds nice, just like the teacher, who got carried away during the talk therapy and the little devil got angry.
But this anchor is different.
If she really wanted to renovate the bathroom for the little ghost, she could at least get his protection for one night.
[Ouch, ouch, it hurts: Anyway...decorating a house is something that can't be completed in a short period of time.]
[Little Bear Doll: So, as long as she doesn't leave the little devil's territory, she will definitely survive tonight? Awesome! The host this time is awesome! ]
[Hound: It's just some quick wits and some good luck. He will definitely die in the end.]
【mr.robot: It's been six minutes. We still have a bet. Do you remember? 】
[I am not a gambler: Ha, I haven’t lost yet. ]
[I am not a gambler: Monk, I bet five minutes, but you are not betting on a whole night, you are betting on ten minutes. If this anchor survives ten minutes this time, neither of us will win, and neither of us will lose.]
【mr.robot: No, if the anchor survives more than ten minutes, you all lose and the dealer takes all.】
[I am not a gambler: there is no dealer. ]
Qin Mengmeng suddenly said, "I am."
Since these two people bet with her life, she should be the dealer who gets everything in the end, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it be too unreasonable for her to risk her life and get nothing in the end?
She blinked and smiled: "Didn't I introduce myself before?"
Before she lived for five minutes, the audience really couldn't care about her identity. Her name, personality, hobbies, or anything else were insignificant in the face of the bloody fact that she was about to die.
Qin Mengmeng can understand.
But she still prefers others to know who she is.
Qin Mengmeng's eyes were still fixed on the mirror in the bathroom. She whispered, "My name is Qin Mengmeng. I scored 670 points in the college entrance examination. I studied civil engineering and now I am a glorious construction worker."
This is a complete joke. It is ridiculous for people who have already graduated to talk about college entrance examination scores.
Only those who ultimately achieve nothing will show off their courage in the college entrance examination.
But when Qin Mengmeng talked about this, she was not only facing the audience, but also facing the little ghost.
Since this was a high school, she guessed that was how she should talk.
Xincheng High School... This name sounds familiar. Qin Mengmeng's hometown, the city where she grew up, is called Xincheng.
She interrupted her thoughts, shook her phone, and said to the little ghost in the bathroom and the audience in the live broadcast room at the same time: "You can call me Xiao Qin, or Meng Jie, or any name you like."
"Now, it's time to get to work."
Qin Mengmeng stopped looking at her phone. She knew that although the audience in the live broadcast room were important, they did not really determine her fate.
What really determines whether she can see the sun tomorrow is the little devil hiding in the bathroom.
Originally, the bathroom was his home, and Qin Mengmeng was the villain who broke into the bathroom.
Now, she has successfully obtained a legal identity for herself.
Decoration worker.
A renovator can certainly enter anyone's home.
But there are still many problems here, any one of which may drag her into an abyss of no return.
The first problem is also the most serious one.
In fact, Qin Mengmeng had no ability to fulfill her promise to the little devil. She had no tools or materials, so it was impossible for her to renovate the bathroom.
In addition, the questions of whether she could go back after dawn and how she could get back after that were equally fatal.
Qin Mengmeng stared at the mirror intently, trying to delay time through a detailed conversation.
"Ah, I also know a little bit about design, so you can tell me everything you want in your home, and I'll write it down and give you a design."
Qin Mengmeng touched her pocket and quickly realized that there was nothing in the pocket of her pajamas, no paper, pen or ruler.
This is really a bit troublesome.
Soon, she looked at her phone.
She tried to exit the app, but sure enough, the app was out of control and occupied the entire screen. Qin Mengmeng had no way to exit the app.
This is normal. If the 76 anchors who died in New Town High School could use mobile phones, their chances of survival would be greatly improved.
As the crystallization of human technology and wisdom in the 21st century, the role that a mobile phone that can connect to the Internet can play is endless.
Of course, that app won’t allow the streamer to connect to the internet.
But this does not mean that this phone has no use other than watching the live broadcast room barrage.
Qin Mengmeng whispered, "You can think carefully about what you want. While you are thinking, I can measure the size first."
Qin Mengmeng bought the mobile phone casually, so she didn't actually know the specific size. However, she could use the mobile phone as a non-standard measuring tool and use "the length of a mobile phone" as the unit to measure the bathroom.
She carefully explained her intentions, then squatted down and started meticulously from the corner.
The camera in the live broadcast room responded flexibly and followed Qin Mengmeng's line of sight very intelligently, falling on the greasy, dirty, and filthy floor.
【Teddy Bear: Damn, so dirty.】
Qin Mengmeng chuckled and thought, this is a toilet, and it's a men's toilet, what can you expect?
Considering that the kid was hiding in the bathroom, right next to her, she did not publicly accuse the kid's home of sanitary conditions.
She tried to complete the task as slowly as possible, but it was a task that could be completed in three to five minutes. She ended up dragging it out for ten minutes, which was already very hard work.
She glanced in the mirror and asked, "If you don't mind, can I use this?"
The mirror was covered with dust, but for some reason, Qin Mengmeng could see the words written by the little ghost through the mirror, but it did not affect the distribution of the dust.
This makes the mirror a great blackboard.
With the permission of the little ghost, Qin Mengmeng raised her finger and drew a 1:8 rectangle on the mirror.
This bathroom is in the shape of a long and narrow coffin. Its actual area is not small, but it looks very dark and cramped.
The problem is that it doesn't let in light.
Apart from the door, the entire bathroom only has a small ventilation fan at the innermost part.
Qin Mengmeng couldn't even tell through the ventilation fan whether it was day or night outside. She guessed it was night.
Previously in the live broadcast room, an audience member said that it seemed that the live broadcast would end when the moon set.
There was a host who lived to see the sunrise, but there is a short period of time in the early morning when the sun and the moon are hanging in the sky at the same time.
He lived until the sun rose and the moon had not yet set, and then he died. It was very dramatic and memorable.
Qin Mengmeng thought about this and glanced at her phone again. The audience in the live broadcast room made a lot of comments when she was measuring her size, but many of them were meaningless, just things like [6666] [A road never thought of] [Awesome].
She only cared about one thing.
She had already lived for more than ten minutes. The gambler and the flesh-and-blood monk both lost in the bet, but she won.
[I am not a gambler: Host, do you want our bet? Being too greedy will not end well. ]
【mr.robot: Don't be like this, you have no gambling manners, who will play with you next time? 】
[I am not a gambler: Monk, tell me, would you be willing to give your rosary to this damn anchor? ]
[Blood and Flesh Monk: It's just a string of prayer beads. How can I care about such a thing? 】
Qin Mengmeng smiled.
What she really wanted was the monk's rosary. The blood and flesh of a gambler was useless to her and might even have side effects. But in such a supernatural live broadcast room, a rosary from a monk?
She bet that would work.
[Blood and Flesh Monk: But, I am willing to give it to you. How are you going to receive it? 】
This is a problem, but even if Qin Mengmeng cannot receive the rosary in the end, she will never lose money.
“Or you can convert it into a gift for the live broadcast room…” Her voice was so soft, almost throaty.
She just wanted the live broadcast room to hear this, but Xiao Gui couldn't.
But the barrage in the live broadcast room remained motionless.
The bloody monk sent out a few more question marks.
So she cleared her throat and said loudly: "Although I can't get paid, I think my labor should be converted into something else."
A line of blood meandered down the mirror.
"What do you want?"
Qin Mengmeng smiled bitterly.
“I want a present,” she said.
The font on the mirror became visibly angry: "You said you could do it for free."
A python-like stream of blood quickly lifted Qin Mengmeng's neck, stretching her in the air in a deterrent manner.
Qin Mengmeng could fully understand the little ghost's anger.
Usually there is a routine like this: you are walking on the street and someone stops you and says she has a free gift. Then when you go to get it, she asks you to post it on WeChat Moments, or scan a QR code or something like that.
But she didn't know how the other party would react if she told Xiao Gui directly that she was still doing a live broadcast.
She thought no one would like to be judged by hundreds of people when they accidentally enter the country. Even the little ghost would not like it.
So she could only talk to both sides at the same time.
"I just want to take down that exhaust fan. That's the gift I want."
Only by removing the exhaust fan could she know when the moon would set.
There was a long silence.
Finally, the little ghost slowly put Qin Mengmeng down, and Qin Mengmeng let out a long sigh.
She might have really been playing with fire just now.
"Since you allowed it, then I..." Qin Mengmeng hadn't finished her words when she saw the fan fall down. A crescent moon appeared in the small window, hanging high in the sky.
Ah, it’s midnight, and there are still five or six hours before the moon sets!
Qin Mengmeng glanced down at her phone.
Fortunately, her reward was worth the risk.
[The Blood and Flesh Monk gave the anchor a thousand Yin Des, congratulations to the anchor for upgrading to lv.1 and opening an eternal account. ]
[LV.1 anchors can enjoy the following benefits: ① Consume incense to change the state of items, and carry the required items to travel between the two realms ② Designate off-site audiences to connect with the microphone for a two-person live broadcast ③ Change the name of the live broadcast room once a day for targeted streaming ④ Accept gifts from off-site audiences. 】
[The upgrade condition to lv.2 is to obtain 1000 units of resentment. 】
[I wish the host good luck in martial arts! ]
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