Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 203 Tick Tock
After Baisu returned to the camera, human women did not have to maintain a stiff smile alone.

For some reason, human women always feel that their arms are cold, and she even added a thin coat on her own, but the effect was not good.

She regretted taking the job a little.

The live broadcast of human women has always been lukewarm, and she is not considered top-notch in terms of appearance. She has sharpened her face and turned it into a beautification.

She doesn't know how to do the whole job, and she will be warned if she rubs the edge.

I wanted to catch the heat... The human woman glanced to the right, and she saw the black-haired young man standing beside her, quietly acting as the Kanban man.

They have inspected this room many times after receiving the task assigned by the leader.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it, but considering that their inspection time is during the day, and they have not lived in the house at night, it can only be said that there is no problem with the villa during the day.

Now, the time has come to night.

I wandered around the house for almost two hours-interrupted by various natural and unnatural reasons, the live broadcast stopped and went.

Fortunately, human beings were well prepared, and there was no interruption of the live broadcast due to power failure halfway.

"Then next—" Baisu read the script to the note, "It's a sleep live broadcast with a limited time return."

Because the entrusting party requested it, he spoke with confidence, without any guilt for a long time.

"Anyway, that's about it. The camera will be fixed later, so you can play freely."

[... There is a sense of déjà vu that is used up and thrown away. ]
[It's not that you can't watch the sleep live broadcast for the sake of face, but is there a problem with this room! ]
The barrage gave examples of what was wrong in the previous live broadcast, and even the observant contestants had already touched the edge of the information about the haunted house.

Baisu didn't take the audience's concerns seriously, and fell asleep.

The room is borrowed from the bedroom of the male owner of the house. According to the male owner, there will be some strange noises in the room where he sleeps at night.

The rest of the humans have borrowed other rooms, and some humans haven't slept yet and still have work to do.

In the early hours of the morning, there was the sound of pattering footsteps upstairs.

In the beginning, it was the humans who were watching the live broadcast in the living room who noticed something was wrong.

A group of human beings are divided into several groups, sleeping in turns and working in shifts.

The man sat at the computer, staring at the screen boredly.

There is only a black head in the live broadcast room on the screen. The man really doesn't know what is so good about this "little white face", but those viewers still love this face...

For example, those who are still staying in the live broadcast room for night life and posting barrage, in addition to chatting with each other, occasionally express some opinions on the sleeping posture of the black-haired youth.

[No matter how many times I watch it, I have to say, this sleeping position is too much like the one in the mourning hall (gesturing)]
[Xiao Bai No. [-] remains motionless]
[Mainly Xiaobai really doesn’t change his position from lying down to waking up, is this really reasonable? ]
Whether it's reasonable or not, the human man doesn't know, he only knows that it's about time, and it's time for him to send out a small lottery in the live broadcast room to brighten up the atmosphere.

But why is this money paid by the old black?
The human man didn't think about it, and mechanically typed a few times on the keyboard with his fingers, editing an instruction.

Speaking of which, did he hear the sound of dripping water?

Tick, tick.

The sound of dripping water kept coming into his ears and into his head. The man tapped the edge of the keyboard irritably, wanting to ask someone to check it out, but he was the only one awake at the moment.

"Trouble." With a mouthful of spit, the man stood up from the sofa in the living room, "It should be fine to leave for a while."

The clock in the living room jingled and rang the hour of twelve.

The man went to the bathroom first.

The sound of dripping water surrounded by 360 degrees made it impossible for him to determine where the sound came from, so he could only pick a place where there might be a leak to have a look.

The bathroom door was not closed, and the man looked at it with his head. There was no sign of water leakage, except that the mirror was a little foggy.

Wait, the mirror is foggy?
The man raised his head, and the mirror in front of the sink, which was parallel to his line of sight, was covered with a layer of fog or dust at some point, vaguely imprinting his figure.

"Why did it get so dirty..." the man read a sentence, and then walked inside.

He didn't choose to wipe it with the towel around him, but pulled up his cuffs and kept smearing the mirror.

"What's going on...why can't you wipe it clean?"

The cuffs of the long sleeve rubbed against the mirror surface, but the gray mark became more and more blurred, and there was no sign of being wiped off or cleansed at all.

"Why can't you wipe it clean!" The man repeated in a low voice.

There is the sound of dripping water in my ears, and a gray mirror in front of me.

Men will give up the option of cuffs and use their hands instead.

The rough but soft skin collided with the mirror surface, and the violent force kept squeezing the palm, and the red palm was scratched at a certain moment, but the owner of the hand continued to repeat the movement without knowing it.

With the lubrication of the red liquid, the gray on the mirror surface becomes easy to erase.

The man's face brightened, and he quickened his movements, and the red color completely covered the mirror, revealing the hidden figure.

What was revealed in the mirror was the man's face, with varying shades of red on his pale face.

The red color only fell on the mirror, but as the color soaked into the mirror, a wound appeared on the man's face.

"I... this is..." The expression of joy faded, and the pain made the man awake for a moment.

A burning sensation came from his palm and cheek, and the man opened his mouth wide, trying to squeeze out a scream from his throat, but what gushed out from there was a stream of sour water.

The man choked for a moment, and his intention was detected immediately, a huge force pressed his head and knocked his head down, and the man slammed into the sink heavily.

The human's head was completely hanging in the pool, and the water from the faucet was slightly turned away by an invisible force.

A trickle of water poured onto the top of the human's head, smudged the wound on the other's forehead into a light red puddle.

The man fainted unconsciously. If he waited for a while, it is estimated that the water would cover his mouth and nose and drown him to death.

The good news is that the leak was not completely plugged and the water didn't accumulate so quickly.

The bad news is that water gets in faster than it leaks.

The disappearance of the man in the living room did not attract attention. Even if the next person to take over shift woke up listening to the vibrating alarm of the mobile phone, that person did not ask where the previous one went.

The man with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes looked around, and vaguely glimpsed a figure in the direction of the bathroom.

He probably went to the bathroom. Thinking about it, the man with a mischievous eyebrow sat down and only said a word in the direction of the bathroom: "Go to sleep after washing your hands, really... so sleepy."

Then he yawned and stared at the screen, listening to the dripping of water in his ears.

"Noisy!"

The man with mischievous eyebrows cursed in a low voice, he stood up and decided to investigate where the water leaked.

　I forgot my brain at the company yesterday, so I missed the [-]th chapter(?)
　　Others have no effect, so don’t open the permission and change it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)