Chapter 147 Po Guan

Chapter 147 Po Guan

Chapter 147 Po Guan
The short message adds a mysterious atmosphere to the lively live broadcast room. In 15, the live broadcast industry was still in the development stage and was far less popular than it is now. The drainage effect of a rocket was far better than the carnival storm that is now constantly flooding the screen. More viewers flocked to the live broadcast room, and the barrage became more and more lively.

The simple words of Diaoduhanjiang and Shenqingge could not fully describe what happened that day, so they directly released the live broadcast recording of that time.

They found this recording with great difficulty. The resolution is not high, only 360P, but it does not affect the current audience from seeing clearly what happened back then.

In the picture, Aqiang, wearing a windbreaker, held up a selfie stick. The dim sunset cast long black shadows on Azhen beside him and the stone statue behind him, like a black forest. In the gaps between light and shadow, all the King Kongs had angry eyes, and the auspicious beasts and dragons raised their eyebrows. The barrage of comments below the live broadcast room kept scrolling, and only the message from the VIP user who had just rewarded a rocket was pinned to the top.

This user's ID is: [Po Guan]

"Poguan?" Park Changfan felt that this ID looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where it looked familiar for a while.

After watching Du Diao Han Jiang and Shen Qing Ge for a while, he felt it was boring, so he switched his view back to the female anchors, thinking that he could feast his eyes on the big white legs of summer insects. It turned out that the three female anchors were also watching the live broadcast recording of that year.

While thanking the boss for the tip, Aqiang and Azhen walked around the courtyard with selfie sticks, bringing the faces of the stone statues close to the camera so that the audience in the live broadcast room could see them more clearly.

A large number of viewers were attracted by the rockets, which made the barrage refresh faster and faster. Some people came to join in the fun, but most of them were questioning. Because some curious viewers clicked on the personal homepage of the boss who rewarded the rockets, and found that the personal information of the user with the ID "Poguan" was completely white.

Under the default pigeon avatar, there is no gender or birthday filled in, and there is no zodiac sign to mention. There is only a lonely two-character ID. His follow list is full of marginal female anchors who can only broadcast late at night, but he does not even have a fan card. The only fan medal he just received today was from Aqiang’s live broadcast room. This means that he has been a pure freeloader until tonight’s rocket.

"Oh my god, they don't even act."

"I thought it was some hermit master, but it turned out to be a script"

"If you want to give gifts to attract traffic, at least buy a decent account, right? A three-in-one account is too insincere."

"Operation deduction of chicken legs"

As the content of Po Guan was investigated, comments like this gradually increased in the live broadcast room. Seeing that a wave of condemnation against the anchor was about to form, Ah Zhen was anxious, but there was no good way to clarify. She had to lower her head and ask the boss if he could come out and say a word.

The sky was growing darker and darker. Aqiang didn't care about anything else. He held up the selfie stick, pulled Azhen and walked out of the yard. They wanted to set up camp by the stream outside the town and prepare for the night before it got dark.

However, as soon as they turned around, the couple froze in place. Their legs and feet felt as if they were filled with lead and they couldn't move. Looks of fear appeared on the faces of the man and the woman respectively.

Then, a shrill scream rang out in front of tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

That was Ah Zhen's cry. In the low-definition 360P picture, she was seen screaming in fear with her mouth wide open, and two lines of tears falling at the same time. Ah Qiang was so frightened that he took a few steps back, stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and the mobile phone fixed on the selfie stick also fell to the ground.

After a dizzying moment, the picture finally stabilized. The camera of the mobile phone that fell to the ground was looking up at the dark sky. Not far away, there was a gap in the earthen brick wall that was washed away by the heavy rain. The two had entered the yard through that gap.

At this time, a straight figure was seen standing quietly beside the collapsed courtyard wall, with his hands in a Zen seal, a Buddha light behind his head, and a kind face covered by shadows. It was... the stone Buddha that had stood in the middle of the road before. The live broadcast room was in an uproar.

At this time, the user with ID 'Po Guan' finally sent another barrage: "Go!"

"Thank you for your advice!"

Aqiang didn't dare to delay any longer this time. He didn't even have time to pick up the phone that fell on the ground. He pulled up Azhen, who had weak legs, and ran towards the other side of the courtyard wall in a panic. He disappeared from the screen, leaving only tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room to look at the collapsed courtyard wall and the motionless stone Buddha. The orange sun fell from the sky, and a strange atmosphere lingered in the half-bright and half-dark screen.

The sound of Azhen and Aqiang's footsteps as they hurriedly left on the weeds gradually disappeared, and in the small courtyard where people were everywhere, the only sound was the whistling wind blowing through the ruins that were stirring up dust.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from somewhere outside the screen, and the screen in the live broadcast room went completely black. At the end of the screen recording, the platform displayed: [The anchor is off work~], and a series of "WTF"s kept appearing on the screen.

"Okay, this screen recording ends here."

After the screen recording was finished, the three female anchors sitting in the car reappeared in front of the audience. Seeing Xia Chong's two big white legs and Xiao Ke Tangxin's face with soft makeup again, Park Changfan's tension was relieved a lot. He half-sat up from the bed and turned on the light in the bedroom.

Xiao Ke and Tang Xin's voices continued to be heard in the headphones. They were discussing the screen recording.

Xiao Ke, who wore the same twin ponytails as Hatsune Miku, was the first to say, "In the last few seconds of this recording, there was a 'crack' sound as if something was breaking, as if someone had smashed the phone?"

"But there was no one in the picture at that time, which means the person who smashed the phone did it in a place that the camera couldn't capture." Xiao Ke pressed the hem of her pink skirt against her legs wrapped in white stockings to avoid exposure, and said thoughtfully: "I think it was Aqiang or Azhen who smashed the phone. Didn't you notice that the live broadcast was interrupted not long after they disappeared from the picture?"

Although the scene where Azhen was scared to tears and Aqiang almost fell was very real and there was no trace of acting, Xiao Ke and Tang Xin are anchors themselves and they know very well that people who want to be famous will do anything to create gimmicks and attract traffic. Moving a stone sculpture, smashing a mobile phone, and crying in front of the camera are all normal.

These tricks were still quite new when the live streaming industry was just emerging in 2015, but now, they can't even be called "tough".

At least bite a lighter.

"That's true." Xia Chong, who was sitting between the two of them, suddenly said, "But don't forget that someone died after this live broadcast."

Xiao Ke and Tang Xin opened their eyes wide, as if waking up from a dream, and looked at each other in surprise.

"Yes..."

Later, Azhen died.

(End of this chapter)