The big shrimp rubbed his chin as he muttered to himself, quietly mumbling about the game.
As I watched him, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Xiaomi, the UP主 who had died because of the game spirit, kept appearing in the big shrimp's consciousness. He thought about the puzzle game Xiaomi had played last, and about his death.
I gradually remembered that the client for the "Black-Screened Strange Face" commission hadn't been Xiaomi. The client seemed to have been a girl who didn't follow the gaming section... Though it was possible she'd gotten caught up in that incident after watching videos from the gaming section... Xiaomi's last contact had been Thunder Lord, the UP主 who made walkthrough videos for Soul Hunt, not this big shrimp who streamed games.
Trapped inside the big shrimp's body, I regretted my laziness and lack of diligence. I should have taken out that file and looked at it.
My memory just now should have been right, shouldn't it...
I wasn't sure anymore.
The big shrimp's consciousness wasn't a clear memory, either. I hadn't seen Thunder Lord's name, only Xiaomi's. He seemed to have a vague idea of Greenleaf, too. He knew that after something happened to Xiaomi, someone had investigated the matter.
"Paranormal, detective..." The big shrimp stopped searching in vain and punched the wall. "What the hell is going on? Is anyone there? Anyone!!!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs. After calling out normally, he started cursing.
Only after his voice had gone hoarse did he pull over the child-sized chair and sit down, panting.
Sitting like this was, of course, uncomfortable.
When he stood up, he knocked the chair over. He couldn't be bothered to right it and simply lay down on the wooden bed. There wasn't even a mattress