Outside, there was a twenty-four-inch monitor, divided into five sections.
Zhao Yan's area was the first section.
This live stream was broadcasting onto a live stream room, allowing netizens to see the perspectives of five streamers.
It was akin to watching a surveillance monitor, aiming for realism.
Zhao Yan entered first, holding a small mobile phone on which she could see the comments.
However, her comments were pitifully few.
"Streamer Zhao, wait a moment." Just as Zhao Yan was about to head to the second floor, someone called out to her. She turned to look.
She saw a man hurrying to catch up. He was also a streamer for this event, just like Zhao Yan.
He had quite a large fan base.
Zhao Yan had heard his name during the self-introductions.
Thinking for a moment, Zhao Yan recalled the male streamer was named Wang Yang.
"Boss Lin asked me to accompany you. Your fan base is too small, which makes your section inactive," Wang Yang said in a low voice.
In fact, he was somewhat unwilling to cooperate with Zhao Yan.
He couldn't fathom how someone with only about four thousand fans could join this event.
It was fortunate he didn't know Zhao Yan's price was the highest; he would have been furious if he had.
"Okay," Zhao Yan replied.
Since it was arranged by Boss Lin, she would cooperate with Wang Yang.
"Then, I'll be the senior and you the junior. Follow behind me," Wang Yang said.
Zhao Yan remained silent, and Wang Yang walked ahead.
Soon, Zhao Yan noticed something amiss. Wang Yang was constantly hogging the camera. Ostensibly, he was taking care of Zhao Yan, but in reality, he was taking up most of her screen time.
This left Zhao Yan quite speechless.
Her viewership hadn't increased either. This wasn't taking care of her at all; it felt like he was deliberately trying to undermine her.
"I don't want to go with you anymore. I'll walk by myself," Zhao Yan said softly.
Wang Yang, who was about to enter a room, heard Zhao Yan and turned back. He saw Zhao Yan heading towards the third floor.
"Let's go together, Miss Zhao."
Wang Yang called out a couple of times and then stopped, a smug smile appearing on his face.
"Without me, your popularity would be incredibly low. You really don't understand anything; you're a complete rookie."
Of course, he didn't want to be with Zhao Yan, fearing she might steal his spotlight.
Hogging Zhao Yan's camera time was his way of forcing her out so he could go solo.
If Lin Xihang asked, he would say Zhao Yan left on her own, and he had tried to stop her.
"This should be it." Zhao Yan climbed from the second floor all the way to the sixth floor.
The sixth floor felt very different. The other floors had strong yang energy with very little yin energy.
Only the sixth floor gave her a peculiar feeling, and it was the floor with the heaviest yin energy.
"Follow closely, hurry up," Zhao Yan said to the cameraman behind her.
The cameraman climbed to the sixth floor, panting. He had underestimated Zhao Yan's small frame and hadn't expected her to climb so quickly to the sixth floor.
"We're going in," Zhao Yan said softly.
She raised her hand and gently pushed open the door.
As she opened the door, Zhao Yan felt a gust of yin energy blow towards her, sending a shiver down her spine.
Compared to the temperature in the hallway, the temperature inside this room was significantly colder. She knew this was the room she was looking for.
"Here, pan the camera around the room," Zhao Yan said softly.
The cameraman, following Zhao Yan's instructions, pointed the camera around the room.
Zhao Yan watched him film and shook her head, "You walk in front, and I'll follow behind. I'll demonstrate for you. You need to pan across all the rooms, not just one."
With that, Zhao Yan took the camera.
The camera was quite heavy. Holding it with one hand, she followed the cameraman who walked ahead.
She had read the information about this building.
This building was very strange. Legend had it that twelve people had died in this building successively.
Some had jumped to their deaths, some had hanged themselves, and some had died from carbon monoxide poisoning by burning charcoal.
Some deaths were even more absurd: someone couldn't defecate, strained too hard, which accelerated their heart rate, leading to death halfway through.
Zhao Yan had read the information about this floor, and the more she read, the more she felt like she was being pranked.
The room she was in was a living room. It hadn't been cleaned in a long time, resulting in a strong musty smell.
An old television set was placed in the living room.
The camera panned to the dining table. The plates on the table had not been cleared and were covered in dust.
They entered a bedroom. The cameraman went in first, and Zhao Yan followed.
There was a suitcase on the bed, which was open.
Zhao Yan turned the camera towards herself and said, "There are a few clothes in the suitcase, but it's not full. It seems like the person was packing their clothes, but something happened, causing them to not finish.
"Combined with the plates outside,"
"This person must have encountered some kind of emergency."
With that, Zhao Yan handed the camera back to the cameraman.
"Follow me," Zhao Yan gestured and opened the wardrobe.
"The wardrobe is filled with men's clothes, and the clothes in the suitcase are also men's."
"It seems this is a male resident."
Zhao Yan checked and found no other clothes, confirming, "And a male resident living alone."
Zhao Yan activated her Yin-Yang eyes and scanned the room. Suddenly, she saw a stream of black yin energy emerging from the floor.
Seeing this stream of yin energy, Zhao Yan walked over to the floor.
She raised her hand and tapped it a few times, discovering that the floor beneath was hollow.
The more she tapped, the more Zhao Yan realized this section of the floor was very different from the surrounding floor.
The sound produced was also different. This floor was clearly thickened, and then hollowed out from within.
She walked to the living room and moved a stool.
"No one lives here anymore, so it should be fine to smash it a bit, right?" Zhao Yan asked the cameraman.
The cameraman thought for a moment and replied, "It should be fine, especially since this floor is very thick."
Zhao Yan raised the stool leg and aimed it at the floor, smashing it several times.
The cameraman was just about to say that the stool leg couldn't possibly break the floor.
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud "bang."
The stool leg hit the floor, completely cracking it.
Seeing this, the cameraman secretly felt relieved that he hadn't finished speaking, otherwise, he would have been proven wrong.
Zhao Yan broke the floor, pushed aside the broken pieces, and found a bag inside.
Taking out the bag, Zhao Yan opened it, and the smell almost made her faint.
She poured out the contents of the bag. They were all intimate apparel, including lace trim for women.
The more she looked, the more she felt that this male resident was a pervert.