Controlling the Audience's Blood Pressure Helps Keep the Live Stream on Track
Inside the dimly lit, abandoned casino, an eerie atmosphere permeated the air. A beam of light, bright yet focused on a single point, shone down from beneath a drone suspended on the ceiling.
In the center of the light, a man dressed in plain clothes and wearing plastic gloves was rapidly dissecting a mummified corpse with a scalpel, peeling away the shriveled, withered internal organs and blood vessels, while muttering various technical terms from time to time.
Not far from him, in the shadows where the light didn't reach, on either side of a gambling table, and in the dealer's position, a white-clad female ghost with long hair completely obscuring her face was shuffling a deck of cards that didn't look quite normal.
In front of each of the two Ghostly Shadow were some chips, but the specific designs were different. In front of the Ghostly Shadow whose body was entangled by tentacles extending from a die with twenty-one eyes, there were six or seven different kinds of chips, each with a terrified human face on it.
In front of the Ghostly Shadow with only one relatively solid hand was a black chip, which looked rather ordinary.
As the dealer placed the deck of cards into the dealing machine, the two Ghostly Shadow moved simultaneously. The chips in front of them were kneaded and deformed like clay, eventually turning into a hundred coins each.
What are those two ghosts playing at?
[It's too dark to see clearly, but since two cards were dealt on the first try, it shouldn't be thirteen cards or a pair of big twos.]
[Idiot streamer, turn the light on! Who wants to watch you dissect a mummified corpse?!]
[Yeah, I want to see ghosts playing cards!]
[Damn, they dealt three sets of cards, does that mean the streamer was involved too?]
As the comments about the clothes flashed by, everyone noticed the problem. While the streamer was engrossed in dissecting the item, the Long-haired Female Ghost also dealt two cards, one visible and one hidden, to him, creating a pincer movement with the other two Ghostly Shadow.
The Long-haired Female Ghost seemed to survey the cards on the table, then spread out one hand, signaling the Gambling Ghost to bid. The Gambling Ghost glanced at his own cards and then tossed out two chips.
Seeing this, Ghost Hand reached out and grabbed two chips, throwing them onto the gambling table. The female ghost nodded and then looked at Burrlett, who was dissecting a corpse.
[Hey streamer! A ghost is urging you to place your bet!]
[Look at your cards! I'm so anxious! Just look at your cards already!]
What's so interesting about dissecting a corpse?
Seemingly getting a little impatient with the comments, Burrlett frowned and said:
"What cards are you looking at? I've told you all not to be superstitious, not to gamble! What? I gambled and got away scot-free... Is that the same thing? Why not gamble when you're getting free money?"
Just as Burrlett uttered those words, as if some rule had been triggered, the female ghost reached out and grabbed at the viewer, who watched in disbelief as a cloud of white mist rose from the streamer's body and formed two coin-sized chips on the poker table.
Except for the face on the chip, which belongs to the streamer, it is almost identical to that Gambling Ghost's chip!
[Damn, those chips were from people killed by Gambling Ghost!]
[The streamer will enter the game as soon as they say something similar to agreeing to gamble!]
[Please, streamer, don't mention gambling again!]
The live chat immediately began speculating about the current situation, but Burrlett paid no attention, simply continuing to say to himself:
"Look at this corpse's heart. Although it's dried up, there are obvious abnormalities in the muscle texture. It must have had unnatural contractions before death. Perhaps it was injected with some kind of special drug, or perhaps it was stimulated in some way, causing an abnormal heart rate and ultimately shock. If you look at it this way, it really does seem like the way someone died after losing too much money at a casino and couldn't catch their breath."
Burrlett muttered to himself, propped himself up, and walked toward another corpse, the whole process flowing smoothly without him even glancing up at the gambling table.
The female croupier glanced at the other two tables and, seeing them wave, pushed all the chips on the table toward Feng Xue. Right before the eyes of the audience, Burrlett, whose skin was originally somewhat dull, suddenly became rosy-cheeked as if he had taken some kind of Great Strength Pill. Even his freckles and fine lines faded instantly. Even a beauty camera couldn't have made him this fast!
[Holy crap, what's going on?]
[A gamble with your life? Those two ghosts didn't bet, so the chips go to the streamer!]
[Two sentences to make a ghost restore my youth?]
[Damn, where is this casino again? I want to go too!]
[Wake up, do you have the same kind of luck as streamers? Do you have the same kind of powerful connections as streamers?]
[Exactly, going there would just leave another dried-up corpse on the ground!]
The live chat was abuzz with excitement for the streamer's youth, and many influential figures were already making arrangements. Meanwhile, Burrlett, at the center of the event, remained oblivious. He cut open the chest of another mummified corpse, clicking his tongue in amazement:
"Look at this little darling, isn't she going to gamble away her entire fortune and life?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dealer, who had just dealt two more cards, reached out again, but this time, he took a full hundred chips from Burrlett.
Burrlett looked visibly much older, but he seemed oblivious, simply stretching and saying:
"I suddenly feel a bit tired... Is it because I've been staying up late studying medicine lately?"
[Hey streamer, take a look in the mirror!]
Do you look at least 60 years old?
Sixty? My grandfather wasn't even that old at eighty!
"Hey, that's going too far! I may be a hardcore streamer, but I also make a living based on my looks, you know. I can't tolerate being cursed to look old!"
Burrlett, disgruntled, pulled a mirror from his pocket. At the same moment, seemingly because he had placed too large a bet, and both ghosts chose not to call, the hundreds of chips, along with the chips the ghosts had used as a base, returned to his body. Burrlett looked at himself in the mirror, a satisfied expression on his face, and said:
"Where is the old one? The streamer looks like he's only eighteen! But speaking of which, it's true that looking at handsome guys can make you feel refreshed. I just looked in the mirror, and all my fatigue disappeared. Speaking of which, shouldn't the streamer sell some photos? With this fatigue-relieving effect, charging 50 Credit Point wouldn't be unreasonable, right?"
[Grass!]
[Grass!]
[Grass!]
Seeing that the Live Broadcast Room chat had turned into a football field, Burrlett sighed and said:
"Be civilized! Even if you disagree with the streamer, don't act like this. I Think you're just jealous of his good looks! Fine, it's common for handsome people to be envied. The streamer won't stoop to your level. Let me see how this one dies... Goodness, his eyes are practically popping out! Is this a case of going all in with four Aces and getting a flush? Damn, why do I feel so tired again..."
The streamer betting on his own escape is simple; it's about creating a persona.
A simple consideration is whether the gambling proceeds obtained by the streamer who absconds can offset his own brand value.
Burrlett is a Tough Talk and courageous streamer whose persona is that of someone reckless, brave, and unafraid of ghosts.
If you run away, your public image will collapse, effectively ending your future live-streaming career. At the same time, you will offend the companies that value your brand and have signed sales agreements with you, the Live Broadcast Platform that have given you preferential treatment, and even those gamblers.
Under this pressure, if Burrlett were just an ordinary streamer, he would never buy the part of faking his escape and acting it out. If he didn't buy it, no one would say anything if he actually saw a ghost and ran away; at most, he would just go from being a ghost-afraid streamer to Ghost Hunting streamer. But if he bought the part of faking his escape and actually ran away, even if he was genuinely scared by the ghost, it would be considered a fake escape, which an ordinary streamer couldn't afford to take.
In conclusion, the probability of a streamer faking their own escape is extremely low.