I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Saya looked at him.

"Are you sure its audience can also be considered as subjects triggering the direct viewing rule?"

"I'm not sure," Lin Yan said.

"But his previous rules for killing required a certain level of audience engagement for his words to come true."

"The audience is a link in the chain, and your rule is that looking directly at them is certain death."

"If its audience doesn't watch the live stream, how can they generate buzz? If they are watching the live stream, they have to watch you."

He took a breath.

"I have no evidence, but I bet that there is no exemption between the bizarre and the rules of the bizarre."

"When rules override rules, no one is protected."

Saya remained silent for a moment.

The scissors slowly disappeared from her hand.

"...You just said you weren't sure."

"right."

"I'm not sure you'd still raise your voice like that."

"I'm dying." Lin Yan grinned.

Don't argue with someone who's about to die.

Saya stared at him.

His hand was still on her wrist.

"...Let go," she said.

Lin Yan relaxed.

Saya walked straight up to the blond monster and snatched the selfie stick from its hand.

The blond-haired man's bizarre voice suddenly stopped.

It suddenly felt an instinctive fear.

This is the first time that something has been able to touch its selfie stick and phone.

"What are you doing...that's mine!"

It was swept away by Saya's slap and then floated back.

"I didn't do anything to you! Give it back to me!"

Saya glared at her.

"Please, give it back to me..."

Saya ignored it.

She raised the selfie stick, turned the camera, and pointed it at herself.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she turned around and faced the wall.

"Don't you like showing this to your family?"

"Then let them see."

Saya slowly opened her mouth.

The crack bursts open.

The scar at the corner of his mouth split open instantly, like a gaping abyss, stretching all the way to his ear.

The abyss cannot be looked at directly; the very existence of this rift is a rule.

The phone camera captured the moment the crack was spotted.

Those fake family members.

Those viewers hidden within the space of symbiotic rules, composed of resentment.

The moment I looked directly at Sayo's tear through the screen.

A scream rang out from the void.

On the phone screen, the red numbers dropped rapidly until they reached zero.

Saya threw the selfie stick on the ground.

The blond-haired monster seemed to sense something, and it hurriedly picked up the phone.

Looking down at his phone screen, he muttered to himself:

"No, no, what about the buzz? What about my buzz? My family? My family!!!"

It frantically pounded on the phone, trying to salvage the situation.

But there were no numbers on the phone, no buzz, and no response.

Its audience all died.

Those false resentments that supported its existence were killed by the rules the moment it looked directly at Saya's rift.

Its rules were directly erased by a more powerful rule.

The blond-haired monster slowly raised his head and looked at Saya.

Its mouth was open; it wanted to say something, but it couldn't.

From the moment it was born, it has been under constant scrutiny.

The sole purpose of online food review influencers is to be seen.

Traffic is its heartbeat, popularity is its breath, and likes from its users are proof that it's alive.

Now, it only has an empty live stream room.

Its purpose will also disappear.

Its translucent body began to fade, and although its mouth was still moving, the sound grew fainter and fainter.

"Family members..."

The last sound.

Only a single blond head remained stubbornly floating in the air, before being blown away by a gust of wind from who-knows-where.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully broken through the bizarre murder patterns of the Wandering Soul-level network!]

[The offline meeting is underway; the settlement will be made after the female guest provides a dating rating]

Saya put on a mask and reverted to her usual aloof and cool older sister persona.

She stood there, her back to Lin Yan, silent for a long time.

"it's over."

Saya turned around and walked up to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan slumped on the sofa. Although the angina had subsided, he was completely exhausted and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He looked at Saya in front of him and smiled.

"You made the right bet."

Saya didn't say anything.

She just looked at Lin Yan.

She saw him sprawled on the sofa, yet still smiling at her.

"……idiot."

She picked up the chopsticks and put them back on the table.

"Don't gamble with your life anymore."

Lin Yan leaned back on the sofa, paused for a moment, and said seriously:

"it is good."

Then there was a long silence.

"You've passed."

The voice was so soft that Lin Yan almost didn't hear it.

Saya stood up, walked to the cashier, and knocked on the counter, which was frozen in fear.

"Two beef rice bowls, to go."

She paid the bill on the spot.

He glanced back at Lin Yan.

"I'm gone."

Lin Yan propped himself up and was about to say goodbye when he caught a glimpse of a phone case in the spot where the bizarre thing had just disappeared.

This should be the core fragment of this bizarre restaurant review.

He took out a metal box from his inner pocket and was about to bend down to pick it up.

One hand reached out before him.

Saya held the fragment in her hand, glanced at it, and stuffed it into her cardigan pocket.

"This one is mine."

"What do you need it for?"

I've prepared a gift for you.

Saya turned around and pushed open the shop door, and the green mist outside gradually faded away.

"Why ask so many questions?"

She strode away and walked into the night without looking back.

Lin Yan leaned back on the sofa, watching Saya's figure disappear outside the store, and paused for a moment.

He suddenly sprang up with a somersault, grabbed the paper bag on the table, and the cat mask was still inside.

He chased after her, taking two steps at a time.

"Saya-san! Wait for me!"

Pushing open the glass door, one could see a few vehicles and pedestrians already on the commercial street.

The neon lights remained on as usual, as if the live broadcast of the death had never happened.

Saya had already walked more than ten steps away, her back still displaying that aloof demeanor.

With his hands in his cardigan pockets, he walked at a leisurely pace.

Lin Yan jogged to catch up, panting as he followed half a body length behind her.

"Ms. Saya, thank you for today."

Saya did not turn around.

"Why are you thanking me? I did it myself."

Lin Yan looked at her profile. The white mask covered most of her face, but a faint blush remained at the base of her ears.

He smiled, said nothing more, and just followed her forward.

Saya took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

Why are you following me?

"On the way."

"...Your home is in the west of the city."

How did you know?

Saya fell silent, turning her head away as if looking at a shop window on the street.

Lin Yan didn't expose her, and handed her the paper bag in her hand.

"You forgot your gift."

Saya glanced down at the paper bag but didn't reach for it.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Lin Yan thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid they'll even give me a face mask."

Being afraid of you and wanting to give you gifts are two different things.

Saya was silent for a moment, then reached out and took the paper bag.

Her movements were very light, completely different from when she had just taken out the scissors.

She opened the paper bag and peeked inside; the cat-shaped mask was lying there.

"Don't send it next time."

Why?

"You'll get used to it."

Lin Yan paused for a moment.

Saya didn't explain her words, hugged the paper bag to her chest, and quickened her pace.

"Let's go, the beef rice should be eaten while it's hot."

"Miss Saya..."

"Stop yelling."

Lin Yan stood on the street and watched her walk further and further away until she turned the corner and completely disappeared into the night.

He started walking back. He figured the people from the bureau would be arriving at the restaurant soon, and since he couldn't avoid them, he might as well take the initiative.

His phone vibrated twice as he walked, and he looked at it as he went.

A red dot is lit up in the matchmaking group.

[Slit-Mouthed Woman - Saya]: Beef Rice Bowl.jpg

He opened it; it was the beef rice she had packed. The plastic lid was already open, and it was steaming hot.

There is one more thing.

【Slit-Mouthed Woman - Saya】: Freshly made food tastes the best.

Lin Yan shook his head and chuckled.

[Lin Yan]: I know a good beef rice place, I'll take you there next time.