I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, no one knew about the "moral bias" hypothesis derived by the authorities.

The selection of players for dungeons is indeed random.

Just as there are fools among good people, there are also clever people among bad people.

Therefore, even if there is a bias, it will not be one-sided.

Of course, even if she found out, she probably wouldn't have much of an emotional reaction. At most, she would just say "oh" and then scribble and rewrite the script.

After experiencing such a near-death experience, it became difficult for her emotions to fluctuate significantly again.

It's as if something, or some existence, is gradually stripping away her human emotions.

From the first zombie to the current "High School Ghost Stories".

—She would applaud when she saw Zhao Weilai's wonderful performance.

—She would frown when she saw Chow Sang Sang selling out his friends to survive.

However, she will not give special treatment to individual players based on their status.

Of course, unless she or he has something that interests Song Mo.

After all, she was still very happy when she saw the screenwriter's points and lifespan.

……

……

Starry Sky Media Company is located on the 23rd floor of the CBD on Jiefang Road in Jiangcheng. There is not a single window on the entire floor that opens to the outside.

Even late at night, the place remains lively.

A strip of cool white LED lights stretched around the ceiling, illuminating the more than 300 square meters of space.

Thirty-six glass live-streaming rooms are arranged in two rows, resembling honeycomb cells within a honeycomb.

Each cubicle is only two square meters, containing only a height-adjustable desk, a gaming chair, and a background wall with ambient lighting.

Glass is one-way.

"Hello, hello, this is your game streamer Edka. Today we're going to do some commentary—"

"Welcome, Captain, to the live stream! Captain, you're here so early today!"

"Come on, brothers, I'll show you a 'three mouths and one pig' performance!"

"Please feel free to request songs."

"Emotional live stream, come on stage if you dare, and don't be too sensitive when commenting on looks."

"Come on, everyone in the live stream, I recommend you check out this eye cream. I won't even mention how it removes wrinkles or whitens skin; the effects are visible..."

On camera, the anchors always present viewers with exquisite makeup, full of emotion, and an ever-present upturned smile.

Off-camera, there are stacks of takeout boxes and iced Americanos that are only half-finished and then thrown away.

The open office area is located between two rows of live streaming studios, with hundreds of computers lit up simultaneously.

The sound of keyboards clattering was as dense as a downpour of rain hitting a sheet of metal. Each operator had three screens in front of them.

The numbers are updated every second. If the data drops by even 0.1 percentage points, the supervisor's voice will immediately come through the headset:

"Room number 3 has been taken; let the streamer send out lucky bags to keep them here!"

"If conversion rate isn't good on the 7th, pin the welfare payment to the top!"

"The streamer on the 12th seems off. Remind him to smile; how can he possibly make money from the ladies with that long face!"

This place doesn't support idlers, nor does it nurture emotions.

Media companies are like sophisticated juicers, extracting data from young people's time, appearance, and their strong desire to express themselves.

Then they switched to straightforward commissions and turnover figures.

Song Mo floated beside the ceiling vent, looking down at the screen below.

In places unseen by ordinary people, countless wandering shadows drift numbly.

The densely packed, low-grade materials resemble a school of sardines in the deep sea.

Ah Yan floated beside her, poked the glass partition with her fingertip, and said sympathetically:

"Master, their faces are stiff from smiling. You're being far too overbearing and domineering. Are they also entertainers raised by noble families?"

The woman in red, never having seen anything like this before, floated curiously in front of the camera, only to be terrified by the dense barrage of comments a second later, and quickly retreated to hide beside Song Mo.

"It's so lively, with singing and dancing."

"No, it's their job. If you like watching, I'll buy you a phone tomorrow. Let's go."

Song Mo touched the female ghost's head, then turned into a cloud of black mist and headed straight for its destination through the ventilation duct.

……

……

Late at night is the peak time for live streaming data.

In a live-streaming room with good viewership, a gold-plated ID is displayed on the glass door: Big Eater Manman.

Chen Man's live stream at night has been going on for three hours now.

The warm yellow ring light made her face look rosy and full, concealing her dark circles and acne.

On the folding table in front of me, food packaging boxes were piled up like a small mountain:

Three large bowls of well-mixed noodles were drizzled with bright red chili oil.

Two boxes of garlic fried chicken, with a golden and crispy outer skin.

Five packets of cooked ramen noodles were mixed into a tall pile, sprinkled with bits of seaweed, and topped with a thick layer of cheese.

Next to it were high-sugar, high-calorie milk teas, as well as exquisite cakes and pastries.

"Babies, today we're taking on a 20-pound super spicy meal!"

Chen Man smiled at the camera, her eyes curving into crescent moons:

"Type '1' if you think Manman can finish it, and '2' if she can't! The losers get to follow us for free!"

The comments scrolled by rapidly, densely covering half the screen.

Wow, this is way too much... I could be full after just one bowl of noodles.

Is Manman's stomach made of rubber? She ate ten pounds of fried chicken without a second thought last time!

I'm guilty for seeing this so late at night; I've already ordered takeout.

[Could you please eat slower, streamer? Don't overeat!]

This is at least enough for five people for two days; the eating ability of this competitive eater is terrifying.

Chen Man watched the comments section, smiled, picked up her chopsticks, rolled up a handful of spicy noodles, and stuffed it into her mouth:

"This turkey noodle sauce is really fragrant, and the spiciness is just right, not the kind of overly spicy industrial chili sauce."

Link to bike 1 (or similar bike). Spicy food lovers can check it out! The prices in today's live stream are very reasonable.

Through the headset, the operations team kept sending reminders in the background:

"The dwell time increased by two points. Keep up the pace, mention the link three more times. A user asked if they could eat garlic. You can pair it with garlic and create some interaction."

Chen Man nodded subtly, then casually picked up a clove of garlic and took a bite: "Eating noodles without garlic is like missing half the flavor. Are there any other garlic lovers out there? Show me a clove of garlic~"

The screen immediately filled with comments like "Garlic garlic garlic".

Nobody knew that this was her second mukbang (eating broadcast) today.

He eats five meals a day and vomits five times.

Her voice had long been hoarse, and she relied entirely on throat lozenges to speak.

My teeth have turned yellow from being corroded by stomach acid, and I've already had three back molars filled.

The back of my hand was covered in bruises from when I vomited.

But Chen Man couldn't stop.

Food vloggers can make money quickly; a single commercial deal can earn them the equivalent of a month's salary for an average white-collar worker.

Her parents need to support themselves in their old age, and she needs to buy a house and get married; they all depend on this salary.

So what if I throw up? It's better than being poor.

While this live stream is in progress, the assistants in the snack live stream next door are huddled around the snack shelf, slacking off.

The sound faintly reached the live stream room:

"Something's missing from the shelves again: two boxes of imported freeze-dried strawberries, a few packs of instant noodles, and the fruit gift box has been opened."

"I don't know who took it, their arms are so long."

"They stole the samples, haven't they eaten anything?"

"I don't know. It's been going on for almost a week now, and I'm losing things every day. Maybe we should just install a security camera."

"Come on, this stuff isn't worth much. Someone probably just grabbed it because they were hungry in the middle of the night. Haven't you had enough of being in front of the camera?"

……

……

The chat in Chen Man's live stream was still scrolling by at lightning speed:

[Here it comes! It's time for Manman's late-night food porn!]

Just finished working overtime, and I'm already waiting to watch your live stream while I'm eating.

Help! I'm getting hungrier and hungrier looking at this! I've already ordered barbecue.

The number of online users quickly surged to 30,000, and that number is still slowly increasing.

Chen Man smiled as she opened a bag of potato chips. Just as she was about to speak, the comment section was suddenly flooded with a string of gibberish.

【///???!!!】

There is no profile picture, and the ID is a string of meaningless numbers: User 73849266.

After refreshing it once, another long string of garbled text appeared.

Large blocks of garbled text took up half the screen, making it particularly jarring to look at.

"Moderator, kick out this person who's sending gibberish."

Chen Man frowned.

Accounts that send garbled text in the middle of the night are either exploiting bugs or deliberately causing trouble; keeping them around negatively impacts the user experience.

"No, Sister Man!"

The moderator replied with a hint of excitement, "This is the 'Gibberish Guy,' a veteran internet celebrity!"

He's in so many late-night livestreams, he posts gibberish every night, he's a walking traffic magnet! Look at the comments, everyone's greeting him!

Chen Man looked closely and, sure enough, the comment section suddenly became several times more lively.

[Holy crap, this guy's sporadic text is hilarious!]

[The garbled code guy is back! What new stuff is he coding today?]

[Random Code Guy's Late-Night Food Tasting - Hahaha!]

[This is truly the most persistent person I've ever met. No tips, no chatting, just pure spam.]

[The guy with the garbled text: I don't understand it, but I'm deeply shocked.]

Longtime viewers will recognize this "garbled text guy".

A guest account with no profile picture, no level, and no tipping history.

It's like some kind of late-night ghost story, only appearing in food livestreams late at night.

They just spam a bunch of random symbols as soon as they come in, and kicking them out doesn't help.

Over time, many viewers have gotten used to it.

Chen Man reacted quickly on the spot, joking with a smile:

"Oh, it's Random Code Guy! Welcome, welcome! Are you joining us for a late-night snack tonight, Random Code Guy?"

The chat was buzzing with noise, everyone was joking with the garbled character, but the account remained silent.

About half a minute later, the screen suddenly filled with a whole screen of red exclamation marks.

【！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！】

【S...O...S!】

The barrage of exclamation marks filled the entire comment section, making it dizzying to look at.

The live stream audience was momentarily stunned.

What's wrong with this guy with the garbled text?

Why did I send out a distress signal?

[Are you excited? Did you see something delicious?]

[Was your account hacked? Or did you accidentally press a key?]

Chen Man was also stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to smooth things over, she noticed that the ID had turned gray.

The profile picture went dark, and the user inexplicably went offline.

In short, they came and went inexplicably.

The chat room was lively again, and no one was bothered by the alternate account anymore.

……

……

Unbeknownst to anyone, just three seconds earlier, in the warehouse on the second basement level, an old Android phone with a cracked screen suddenly went black.

"Ah Yan, look what we found..."

Song Mo was holding a fat rat the size of a kitten in his hand. Looking at the phone on the ground, he found it inexplicably funny.

"A little...fat mouse that can use a phone, watch live streams, and even send comments?"

Staring at the fat man's protruding belly, she simply couldn't bring herself to say the word "small."