Ke Meng went to take a shower. When he returned and opened the video, several hundred bullet comments were already floating across it.
He checked his account's follower count. It had already risen to three million.
That was impressive.
His traffic grew higher every day. Before long, this account should reach a whole new level.
He clicked on the video, and his own image appeared on-screen.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ke Meng. A friend recently gave me a Sand Sculpture-this one with the white feathers. I named it White Sugar."
Ke Meng patted the white-feathered Sand Sculpture on the head. Its eyes rolled back, and its body trembled violently, shaking off a great deal of yellow sand.
Then White Sugar clutched its chest with both wings and fainted, as though it were having a heart attack.
"But it's a little timid and very afraid of strangers. I'm sure it'll get better after a while," Ke Meng said helplessly.
"Hahaha, the new pet actually rolled its eyes."
"Starting with a friend again. It's practically your signature move now. Every day or two, some friend gives you something."
"No way, no way. Are people actually buying that? I thought everyone knew Ke Meng was an official investigator."
Sitting at his computer, Ke Meng smiled knowingly. As it happened, these things really hadn't come from the Investigation Bureau.
Still, it was better to let everyone misunderstand. Ke Meng really couldn't explain it to them, lest some illegal organizations get dangerous ideas.
He continued watching the video.
In the video, Ke Meng took White Sugar out into the wilderness. "My friend said this Sand Sculpture kept producing its own garbage, and it was so annoying that he gave it to me. After keeping it for a day, I finally understood his troubles."
On camera, Ke