Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

It was rare that Song Hao didn't want to recruit him, just because he was beautiful, and the opponent was thin and small, with snow-white skin. He looked like a child who was pampered by his family, and he felt like he couldn't even take two punches.

Such a fair and tender child might cry and look for his mother after being punched twice.

He thought it was so beautiful that working in a haunted house made him feel a little violent.

Afraid that the beautiful girl would be upset, he smiled and found an excuse, and politely refused: "Being a ghost is very dangerous. Some tourists are too scared and can't control themselves. They will beat up the staff of the haunted house. You'd better find another job. There are many positions in the amusement park. of."

"I just like this job. If they want to beat me, can I?" Yanli smiled, looking even more beautiful.

"Can't!"

Song Hao used the smile disappearing technique in an instant. He didn't expect this fair, tender and beautiful girl to be so cruel.

He noticed what Yan Li said. If tourists just want to hit you, you have to hit them. If they hit you, you must not take them all.

"Oh, can I scare them?"

A picture appeared in Song Hao's mind. A beautiful girl, clutching her hands and roaring to intimidate the other party, seduced a group of men and women, and then was eaten, who cares...

This is totally a cute act, is it weird for tourists?

Thinking of this, he could only reluctantly refuse: "If you go find another job, I won't accept it here."

"Why, you accept people without requirements, why can't you accept me?"

"You can't scare people." Song Hao felt that he had never been so patient.

"How will you know if I'm scary or not if you don't give it a try? I just like working in places like haunted houses." Yan Li looked serious. This job is much better than delivering balloons or other jobs.

It was the first time that Song Hao saw someone come to work because of his hobby of scaring people. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay... I'll let you try."

"If I don't move much, I can just lie down in the coffin..."

Song Hao: You even made a request to lie down in the coffin?Lie in the coffin!

"you sure?"

"It's best to have a coffin lying quietly in a dark corner. Someone walks in and gets closer... I stand up and show a scary look, which can scare them half to death."

The Song Hao who heard the description looked completely different. The picture was the same, but his scary eyes turned into big eyes, and his cute appearance was instantly resisted by tourists...

"Think about it, is this scary?"

"Of course." Yan Li was sure. She had only been a human for a short time, and she was best at being a ghost, so a haunted house suited her best.

"As long as you are confident..." Song Hao said this, thinking about what he would do if he cried because he couldn't scare anyone... We don't hire crybabies here. Crybabies won't scare people. Will be annoying.

Well...except for being good-looking.

Staff dressing room.

It's lunch break time.

As soon as Song Hao came in, someone greeted him.

"Who is this?" a cute girl asked, tilting her head.

Song Hao didn't want to see the other party acting cute, so he waved his hand and made arrangements: "For the new applicant, you can help her put on a beautiful ghost face makeup. Xiao He, find someone to move the coffin from the warehouse and put it in the vacant corner of the East District."

"Oh... okay." Xiao Heduo glanced at the girl twice and went to find someone.

Mengmeng didn't ask any more questions and started to get started directly.

Here Yanli was led to sit in front of the mirror, surrounded by a group of people.

"Your skin is so good...what cosmetics are you using?"

"Going to bed early and getting up early will keep you healthy." Yanli answered seriously.

"That's it."

That's true, but some people are born with skin that they can't envy.

"Wow, you are so beautiful, why do you work here?"

"I like being a ghost."

"Your hobby is quite unique..."

A group of people nodded affirmatively. Everyone is here to make money. This is the first time they have encountered this kind of hobby.

Song Hao urged: "Hurry and draw it for her."

"Okay, okay, leave it to us."

……

The haunted house is dark and cold, with scary music playing, adding to the scary atmosphere. Anti-collision and anti-fall facilities are installed everywhere for tourists.

It was relatively cool for Yanli. She lay on the coffin board and moved uncomfortably.

The coffin board was too hard and uncomfortable to lie on.

"Don't move. There are tourists here. Remember not to be too exaggerated." Song Hao's voice came from the headset.

"Okay." Yanli responded softly.

"Don't beat the passengers." Although Song Hao looked down on the girl's thin arms and legs, he still reminded her.

"it is good."

There is a small road in the east area of ​​the haunted house. Many tourists cannot get here. They are basically frightened and walk all the way out along the main road.

Those who can explore corners are basically those who are brave, because the corners are the scariest, so they are placed in various bifurcated areas to avoid scaring the faint of heart. This is the rule of this haunted house.

At this time, a male tourist came to explore the scary area. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and the barrage kept playing on his mobile phone.

Apparently this is a horror adventure streamer.

Through surveillance, Song Hao had already seen that he did not stop it, and there were only two situations.

Basically, there is a possibility that the girl's face will be whiter and softer after makeup. Climbing the coffin may not scare people, but it will definitely become popular. It will be more popular than the scary effect, and it will attract tourists.

It’s a contrast…becomes an advertising effect.

This horror anchor is already very courageous, but the live broadcast of the haunted house did not meet expectations.

Originally there were no NPCs here, so this anchor didn't have this route, it just happened to be.

Song Hao felt that the response was not good, so he added this item.

It's very risky. No matter what the effect is, there is a way to save it. After all, it is about reaction.

The barrage in the live broadcast room at this time

"The haunted house in Happiness is barely enough. I can kill two of the ghosts here in one bite..."

"The taste upstairs is really strong. Are you the legendary glutton?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm a glutton. Damn it, you discovered it!"

"Taotian, can you live broadcast eating shit?"

"Your whole family eats shit."

"Those who can't eat shit can't be called gluttons. If you can't eat it, you're not a glutton. I've eaten shit since I was a kid."

"..."

"vomit……"

"Ugh, it feels so disgusting just thinking about it..."

"Ugh, I'm not afraid of haunted houses or anything like that in an instant..."

"This generation of netizens not only don't care about the life and death of others, they also don't care about their own life and death."

Sincerity is a surefire way to bring about a sound of vomiting...

Ren Xing’s anchor name: He’s so willful.

When he saw that the topic had strayed, he quickly brought it back. He had a mission. A group of people had been so frightened just now that they were being led astray in just one sentence.

He used his special hollow and cold voice to narrate: "I heard that there is a terrifying existence in this corner. I heard that there is a real ghost here. It can confuse people and walk in unknowingly. Once you enter, you can never get out. When you reach the end, Your soul will be taken away..."

Or to lure away the soul...

His voice was blessed by the environment. As soon as his fans heard it, they looked up again and looked at the dark path in the live broadcast, listening to the echoing voice and the first-person view.

It's like a person entering a strange intestine, seemingly about to be digested.

"I'll go, I came here for the voice of the anchor. Ever since I listened to his voice, I'm no longer alone. I feel like I'm surrounded by friends. There are too many. I don't want any more. I'll give them to a few downstairs..."

"You don't want it and I don't want it either. I'll give it to the wayward fans downstairs."

"You don't want it, and I don't want it either. Just pick it up downstairs."

“Bounce back, rebound, go back where it came from.”

"It's here."

The field of view in the live broadcast room suddenly became brighter.

This is a room with a half-opened coffin.

Lighted black candles are placed in the four corners of the room.

"For fake candles, I said that according to the area after lighting, it is impossible to illuminate only a little bit."

"Anchor, go say hello to the little baby in the coffin. I've already covered my eyes."

"I want a third-person perspective. If you want to go, you go first. If you want to see the anchor, go first."

"If you don't go, I won't go either...Third perspective."

"Anchor, go..."

Face is given by oneself, and a group of people cannot muster the courage to do so.

According to the fan's request, Ran Ran stretched out the mobile phone holder and put it on his shoulder, so that it was at the same height as himself, so that he could see a little bit of his side face, and the direction of the coffin could be seen in the live broadcast room.