God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 48 Misato-chan's Funeral
The Braised Oil Rabbit platform not only did not cover up this incident, but instead vigorously promoted it as a live broadcast event they launched.

It was also today, the day Misato Misato announced the death of her avatar.

At this time, she has already changed the skin of another virtual character, which is reincarnation.

Holding a funeral for myself is a bit exciting just thinking about it.

After checking the computer equipment several times to make sure there was no problem, after everything was ready, she walked to the sink, and the tap water was slowly flowing from the faucet.

Holding the water in both hands, he splashed it on his face. The slight coldness made his mind a little clearer, and even the tension in his heart calmed down a lot.

She patted her face, leaving two red palm marks on it, cheering herself up.

"It's okay, Misato Misato, you can do it!"

Looking at himself in the mirror, water droplets fell into the sink along the tip of his hair.

She also saw the message on the phone, but she didn't dare to open it at all, because the number of her fans suddenly skyrocketed, which she couldn't even imagine before.

From the original three or four, it has now become hundreds of thousands of fans.

For the circumstances, she credited that bizarre funeral package.

There was a little joy in her heart, and a sense of guilt at the same time, but soon, she was about to break with her previous identity.

The computer screen turned on, and after she was mentally prepared again, she clicked the button to start the broadcast.

"Hi everyone, I'm Miri's friend, Rice Tangjiang, and I will host this live broadcast for you."

The new virtual character is a bit similar to the little devil before, but this time it was replaced by the vampire count.

Just one or two seconds after the broadcast started, thousands of viewers had already poured into the live broadcast room, and the number of people flying like a rocket could be clearly seen in the background.

Because of the strange push, many people wanted to see what kind of live broadcast it was, but there were some abusive comments.

The comments in the comment box also flashed quickly, and only occasionally one or two messages could be seen.

[Misato, rice candy?Isn't this just a person?And the same goes for the sound. 】

This is a message with a reward, clearly left on the comment box.

Sitting in the independent office, Yumenxiu frowned. Could it be that she was lying when she said that she would end her live broadcasting career?
This changed its appearance and started the live broadcast again?
"No~ Miri is Miri, rice candy is rice candy!"

Comparing a pair of scissors to the eyes, "Sparkling!"

[Isn't this the same as Misato-chan's gesture? 】

Among the five-fingered old fans, there were naturally audience members who were familiar with this kind of action, and they raised questions.

[There is absolutely no mistake, rice sugar is Misato!I can even smell the aroma through the screen! 】

A 30-year-old office worker wearing a suit, with a pale face and thin features, was sitting in front of the company's computer. There was a box of convenience store lunches on the table.

Just hearing that familiar voice, I felt as if I had been healed.

Tapping the keyboard with both hands, he typed out this message.

As a gentleman, he knows Misato-chan better than anyone else, and even dreams of her.

All of the above is his own opinion, which has not been recognized by everyone.

"I learned this from my seniors, so don't worry about it."

[Isn't Misato a personal power?Where did the senior come from]

"Anyway, everyone can just pretend that Misato is dead, and now there is only Rice Tang."

Embarrassed Misato Misato waved her hand in front of the camera.

[How did you do it, even my mobile phone will have your promotion? 】

One was sitting in the basement, surrounded by dozens of computers, with a dark mask on his face, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

The mobile phone has been specially processed, and it is not even connected to the Internet, and the system is also self-made. How did the other party send the message to itself.

This simply broke his common sense for many years. Even he, who never cared about these live broadcasts, opened the live broadcast room for the first time in his life.

"Hahaha, I don't know, it should be someone's prank."

Misato Misato, who laughed a few times, picked up the microphone again, and spoke slowly in front of the computer.

"I'm very glad, friends, to attend the funeral of my most important friend, Miri."

There was deep sadness in the voice, and some viewers who had just entered the live broadcast room and didn't know what happened, thought it was true as she said, her best friend passed away.

[The anchor please cheer up, although there are not many, but it is also a little bit of care]

The message of rewarding 500 Sakura coins was posted there.

"Ah, thank you very much for this viewer, but you don't need to tip. Misato passed away, but she didn't die completely."

Seeing that she really believed it, Mikado Misato hurriedly explained.

"Then first of all, Misato-chan's life, let's review it first."

A video was broadcast, which she had started editing a few days ago. She originally wanted to end it with a video, but now she just wants to watch it with the audience.

The above is from the beginning of the broadcast to the end. Over the past few months, fans' messages and video content are like a revolving door of memories.

However, it is really a pitiful life with so few replies.

It is also true that Misato-chan's bleak virtual anchor career is over.

"Ah, Misato-chan's life ended in those few months, now let me inherit her will!"

This time, he made a scissors hand with both hands, which is different from Misato's one-handed posture with one more hand. This is also the sign that distinguishes him from his previous self from now on.

"Sparkling!"

When I blinked, stars seemed to pop out of it, with a little more special effects than before.

A black and white portrait appeared on the screen, and the photo above was Misato's.

"Then please let me mourn this woman now."

He crossed his hands and placed them in front of him, closing his eyes as if praying.

You look like a blood-sucking earl and pray, isn't it a bit out of character?

[Prayer, (hands folded)]

Such messages passed through the comment box. So far, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is quite relaxed. Of course, it is possible that I didn't see it.

However, Xingzi Shanshang, who was watching the live broadcast, contorted his face, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

What kind of live broadcast is this?
Jealousy welled up in my heart, and I sent a few messages directly.

[The anchor's voice feels so strange, it can't be a man, right? 】

He even used rewards to keep messages in the comment box.

This kind of malicious comment makes the message stagnate for a while.

Although some viewers don't think so, they always feel that there is a thorn in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)