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

Chapter 48 Script: "The Wishing Livestream"

The moment Yang Hexuan's comments disappeared, the live stream was silent for two seconds.

The next moment, a dense barrage of comments, like boiling water exploding, filled the entire screen.

No one cared anymore about how strange the rat in the funeral shroud was, nor did anyone wonder why the live stream couldn't be turned off.

Desire is the thing that makes people let their guard down the most.

As if possessed, many people bit their lips and typed out their wishes word by word.

Of course, there were also plenty of memes and comments from people just joining in the fun, scrolling by very quickly:

I want 100 million RMB, instantly!

[I wish Eddie Peng would be my husband! Thank you, Rat Fairy!]

I want to lose weight down to 90 pounds! And never gain weight again!

[Please, my child doesn't fail any courses this semester! I'm driving them crazy!]

[Can't I just let my boss explode on the spot? This scumbag took the blame for kickbacks and I have to take the fall, he skimps on oil and speaks with that old-fashioned accent.]

I want the same funeral shroud as Lord Rat. Will wearing it make me live a long life?

[I wish I'd win the lottery tomorrow! If I do, I'll come back to give back!]

[Be bold, I want to become an immortal! Mouse, do I look more like a human or a god?]

Can you please stop my unruly son from destroying the house? He's a husky.

The vast majority of viewers were just having fun with it.

After all, it's ridiculous to suddenly find a live stream popping up on your phone in the middle of the night, and the streamer is a rat wearing a funeral shroud.

Anyone's first reaction would be that it's a prank by the live streaming company or a hacker prank.

But gradually, more and more people started making serious wishes in the comments.

Mixed in with the memes, every word carries a heavy, unwavering conviction:

I want my mother's lung cancer cured; I'd pay any price for it.

I beg my brother to get out of the ICU; he's only twelve years old...

I want the people who bully me at school to die.

I want money, lots and lots of money, more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime!

Give me money! With just the initial investment, I can turn my life around this time!

I want to be beautiful, I want to be a big star, and I want everyone to like and love me!

I want my mother to get better.

I want superpowers.

I want to save enough money for my daughter's surgery.

[Make that bastard who owes me money pay it back right now!]

I'm hoping to get into graduate school; this is my third year taking the exam.

May those who bullied me get their comeuppance; I can't take it anymore.

I just want a stable job, enough to support my grandmother.

The comments weren't scrolling very fast.

These are desires that they dare not express during the day, and have nowhere to confide in.

The mouse servant leaned back in the wicker recliner, slowly rocking the chair.

Its long, sharp fingernails stretched out, rummaging through the air, moving slowly, like an old man picking beans from a basket.

"The second one."

An aged voice rang out, its tone as flat as if it were counting radishes.

Deep in the mountains, Yang Asha disappeared from the spot, the embers of the fire slowly cooled, and the man's snoring was still deafening.

"The third one."

In the penthouse apartment in the city center, Jiang Chen, his face beaming with excitement, had a slight tremor in his pupils. Before disappearing from sight, the last image reflected in his vision was his girlfriend's horrified expression.

……

"The eleventh."

In the factory office, Lin Jianguo, who had just finished typing, disappeared. The wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp "crack".

"The twelfth."

In the oncology ward, Ouyang Qiu was breathing rapidly, and the instruments by the window were beeping loudly.

When the on-duty nurse rushed into the room, the bed was already empty.

……

"The twenty-first."

"The twenty-second one."

……

"The twenty-fifth."

The mouse servant counted very slowly.

It counts one every ten seconds or so, slowly raising its claws and then slowly lowering them.

Like a merchant carefully selecting goods.

And after each pause, someone would vanish into thin air in some corner of Ontario.

Whether in full view of everyone or in complete silence.

People in the live stream were still frantically sending wishes.

No one knows that some of the people who were scrolling through the comments with them have already disappeared.

……

Meanwhile, the Ontario Cyberspace Administration's emergency response center was in an uproar.

When on-duty personnel discover abnormal pop-ups across the entire platform, they immediately report it, and the technical team intervenes as soon as possible.

Ban the live stream's IP address?

The source cannot be traced.

Should related content be removed?

It can't be deleted or blocked.

Disconnect the server?

It's useless. The live stream pop-up doesn't rely on any server at all; it's as if it appears out of thin air on all devices.

The technical team tried everything, but couldn't even touch a single corner of the clothing in this live stream room.

It's like a ghost, parasitizing the entire network.

It is everywhere, yet nowhere to be found.

"No! We can't block it!" The technical lead was sweating profusely, his shirt soaked through. "We can't find the source, no IP address, no server, we don't even know how it did it!"

"How many pieces of equipment across the province are affected?" the leader asked with a stern face.

"We're currently compiling statistics, but in Dingyuan City, almost every electronic device that's turned on is displaying this message—"

The leader's face darkened further.

Mobile devices throughout the city have been hacked, and they still haven't been able to find the source of the signal.

This is no longer an ordinary cybersecurity incident.

"Report this immediately! Contact the special task force!"

"yes!"

The Ontario Ministry of Public Safety, the Ministry of Emergency Management, and municipal police departments have all received reports of similar incidents.

"Someone has vanished into thin air!"

"Someone in the hospital was watching a live stream and someone suddenly disappeared! Not dead, just vanished in an instant!"

"No one in our family can turn off their phones; they're all glued to that livestream!"

The emergency hotline was overwhelmed with calls, and the operators were extremely busy.

Police from various regions were dispatched urgently, but even upon arrival at the scene, they were helpless.

The person has indeed disappeared.

But there were no traces, no clues, only the equipment in the live streaming room that was still lit up.

They had never encountered a case like this before.

Why do living people disappear while watching late-night live streams?

This is practically like some kind of supernatural horror story.

Tonight, Ontario is destined to have a sleepless night.

……

"This thing is selective about who it works with."

Zhao Weilai watched the mouse-like movements on the projected screen, and cold sweat poured down his back.

"It only said that wishes could be fulfilled here, but it didn't say what the price would be—"

She was sitting in the conference room of the Special Investigations Division.

The conference room screen was projecting a live stream, and the Special Investigations Division agents were all sitting upright.

Some frowned, some had somber faces, and some clenched their teeth; no one spoke.

They know all too well the weight of the word "cost".

If, as they suspect, this eerie livestream is indeed related to a supernatural instance, then...

People in the live stream thought they were making a wish, but they were actually trading their lives for the unknown.

The Special Investigations Division was nearly driven mad with worry.

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't get into that strange live stream room.

It seems that only players like Zhao Weilai, Su Ya, and Deng Ziwen, who had entered the instance, were affected.

Zhao Weilai could only frantically send messages in the live chat, telling everyone not to make wishes.

But as soon as she sent her comment, it was drowned out by a sea of messages, without even making a ripple.

[Don't make any wishes! This is a paranormal trap! Going in could be fatal!]

Don't believe it, it's all fake! You'll be pulled into a dungeon and die!

Stay away from electronic devices, don't touch input fields, and absolutely do not make any wishes!

But the comments section remained silent.

……

"So what are the entry requirements for this instance? Make a wish? Or watch the live stream?!"

Zhao Weilai's mind raced; the Special Investigations Unit's agents had already pinpointed the approximate area of the paranormal outbreak based on the IP addresses of the users commenting on the live stream:

"It's Ontario! Most of the viewers' IPs are from Ontario!"

"Received from the Ontario Cyberspace Administration Emergency Center, live stream blocked!"

Sun Zhao, the head of the investigation department, immediately ordered that the Ontario Data Command Center be contacted.

"Hurry!"

Zhao Weilai slowly exhaled, his back soaked with sweat, but the next second, someone knocked anxiously on the door, their face full of astonishment and horror:

"Su Ya, Lin Hao, and Wang Lei, who watched the live stream, are also missing!"

"?!"

Sun Zhao suddenly stood up, his whole body trembling.

The protected witness disappeared inside the heavily guarded building.

This is something that cannot be done by human beings.

Where did the missing players go?

What exactly is the purpose of dungeons?!

Who will be the next to disappear?

Zhao Weilai's eyes flickered.

……

In the live stream, the mouse servant slowly finished counting the last three numbers:

"Twenty-eight."