Wen Xishu dared to speak so absolutely, even mocking the audience... because he had already seen the contents of one bullet comment.
That comment had more or less said that, although its author wanted to watch an erotic performance, they had still chosen Wen Xishu.
Only when they no longer had any anticipation whatsoever for Wen Xishu's story...
Could they switch to supporting someone else.
That required another storyteller whose story was so compelling that it forcibly shifted all of a viewer's anticipation to that other story.
Or your own story had to be sufficiently lousy...
Like Miao Sha's when she had still been a participant. Her story had nothing distinctive about it; it was all sex. Once the sex was over, there was nothing left to anticipate, nothing of interest.
Wen Xishu certainly wasn't standing alone.
Although Miao Sha's intense anticipation could only bring him a single point of anticipation...
The others might have been too timid to support Wen Xishu as she did.
But did that mean they felt no anticipation?
Of course they did.
[I'm so scared... but I really want to see it. His next story... should be about dragging out whoever's behind this, right?]
[I don't want to see it! I don't want to see it! I don't want to see it!]
[I'm not looking forward to it at all! I'm not looking forward to it at all! I'm not looking forward to it at all... fine, I can't lie to myself.]
Although Miao Sha was his only overt supporter, Wen Xishu knew that however weak people were, they still had curiosity. Otherwise, they wouldn't qualify as an audience.
His anticipation score hadn't dropped at all.
Just then, a knock came from outside the door. That meant the incident phase was over.
The Serial Killer