If the comments had sound, the livestream would have been filled with screams by now.
The flood of comments forced me to turn them off so I could see what was happening on the screen.
Kangkang was probably dead. She let go, and the camera fell to the ground.
Only the black ground remained on screen. Every now and then, a drop of blood fell onto it.
The sounds of something chewing flesh and crunching bones rang out continuously. It was a long while before they finally stopped.
The livestream remained frozen on that scene.
I turned the comments back on and opened my computer to check what was happening on social media.
"Livestreamer Encounters Ghost" had become a hot topic, but social networks had blocked many of the gory images.
Some people recorded and edited the livestream, then posted clips online. Others provided text updates. Most people were just there to watch the drama unfold. The majority didn't believe it, calling it a publicity stunt and saying the streamer had faked the whole thing. Quite a few claimed to be from the area around Minqing's western suburbs, insisting that there had been ghost sightings at the labor camp. The rest were discussing things of little substance: calling for the police, saying streamers had a hard time making a living these days, or seriously debating how to exorcise ghosts.
Many paranormal-themed social media accounts were caught up in a kind of frenzy.
They reposted the content one after another, put together long posts, and pushed the topic to even greater heights.
I glanced at the livestream. The image was still frozen.
Then I checked the internet again. After scrolling a few times, I saw someone mention Tyles.
"Holy crap, that's my senior! My graduate school senior! He worked for two