Chapter 183

Fang Lan nodded, "Our preliminary plan is to design a virtual avatar. This avatar must align with the persona definition Brother Shiguang currently projects to the audience. We will design a 'Brother Shiguang' virtual avatar based on this definition."

"So, that means a dimensional character?"

"Exactly. An original dimensional character, using this dimensional character as the image of Brother Shiguang."

Everyone began whispering to one another.

"This line of thinking is also viable," someone said, "After all, there have been successful cases before. For instance, that Hatsune Miku was very successful."

"The virtual avatar we design is different from the concept of Hatsune Miku. Ours is merely a substitute; Brother Shiguang is the prototype. Furthermore, we will let the market know that we are using this image to sing his songs because we cannot find Brother Shiguang."

"This line of thinking is good," the directors expressed their agreement one after another, "Then we must hurry up."

"We have already contacted several animation companies. We are screening partners through a bidding process. Once an animation company is selected, we can begin," Fang Lan said.

"The name of this virtual avatar is also Shiguang."

126. Upstairs, Downstairs

Chengdong, Anji.

Longshan Road intersection, Tianle Sauna and Wellness Center.

Several young men had just finished steaming.

At this moment, they were lying on the beds on the second floor.

Brewing a pot of tea, drinking it as they went.

Smoking, scrolling through their phones.

Occasionally chatting a few words.

One of them had dark skin, was lean and healthy all over, yet possessed a set of big white teeth.

"Sixteen," another person said.

"No, you remembered wrong. Counting the ones handed over before, only fourteen remain."

"The market isn't good this year."

"You can't call it the market; someone is sucking our blood."

"There's nothing to be done. Do you dare provoke them? We can't provoke them either."

"I've wanted to work alone for a long time."

The young man with the white teeth merely looked down, fiddling with his phone, and did not participate in the conversation of the others.

"Brother Dog, are we staying here tonight?"

Someone asked the young man with the white teeth.

The young man with the white teeth looked up, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, there is work tonight. Where would we find the time to enjoy ourselves?"

"We've been busy for too long; our brains have gone stiff."

"That's truly unbearable."

Several people spoke thus.

The one called Brother Dog continued to look down and fiddle with his phone.

At eight-thirty in the evening, they left.

They went out to eat, and by the time they returned, it was nearly ten o'clock.

"Let's start, let's start—did you lock the hallway door?"

"Locked, locked."

A man's voice came through, along with the sound of a chain being locked.

Four young men sat by the bed.

This room was not large; it had four bunk beds.

All four of them looked down, fiddling with their phones.

"Are we releasing a song tonight?" one person asked.

"Sure," Brother Dog looked up and smiled.

Someone nearby tossed a wooden guitar over; he caught it in one hand.

He raised his hand and strummed a few times.

"What shall we sing?"

"A duet or a solo?"

"Either is fine," Brother Dog smiled.

"Then you sing solo. After you finish, we'll all go over together."

"Alright." After Brother Dog finished speaking, he thought for a moment, looked down, and tuned the guitar.

The person opposite adjusted the camera stand.

The phone was propped up and aimed at him.

Then, the other three continued to fiddle with their phones.

Brother Dog began to sing while playing the guitar.

He only sang for thirty seconds.

Someone nearby suddenly made an "Eh?" sound.

"What's wrong?"

"Why are there suddenly so many people?"

The other three heard this and gathered around as well.

"It's good to have more fans."

"What's wrong with the comment section?"

Several people watched.

Their faces all darkened.

"What's going on?" asked the one named Dog Brother, his face gloomy.

No one spoke.

"Should we just delete all the video works?"

"That would only make it more suspicious? No, deleting them won't help. Since it's already like this, we must have been targeted," said that Dog Brother.

"Let's just wait and see what happens," Dog Brother said. "This account is ruined. Damn it, which little bastard did this?"

They began to carefully examine the bullet comments below the video works.

Before, the bullet comments under their account were all praise and admiration.

But now, it had completely changed.

Everyone was focused on one thing.

The content of a video from this account.

They claimed that in that video, a sound of someone being beaten was heard in the background, and also the crying of a woman.

The comments were all saying this.

They pretended to be singing, but were actually a fraud gang engaged in prostitution.

"Look at this one," someone discovered a comment.

"It says they came specifically from 'Brother Shiguang's live room', 'Brother Shiguang's live room'?"

Several people, without any prior agreement, all began searching for Brother Shiguang's live room.

On Douyin, they couldn't find the user "Shiguang", but they found many videos of singers named "Shiguang".

Later, they expanded the search scope and finally found it on the Shark platform.

Several people all entered the backend homepage of "Shiguang".

But this streamer's homepage was empty; there was nothing there.

"It's this guy," the one named Dog Brother suddenly said. "It must be this little bastard!"

"He must have done something—perhaps he analyzed our short video works, and then his fans came to our account and left crazy comments!"

"Damn it, asking for death!"

"Where is the location?"

"Donghai City."

"That's quite far."

"Ask the higher-ups to see if we still have people in Donghai City, and teach this one named Shiguang a lesson?" someone said.