Chapter 311

【Holy crap! The dream crossover is finally here!】

【Agreed! You must agree!】

【I've already taken a screenshot!】

【ohhhhhh!】

【It's really you, big shot Fang Hao!】

The live stream's bullet comments flew by with a swish-swish-swish.

Just the appearance of Fang Hao's face.

caused the live stream's popularity to surge by a huge margin!

In the frame.

Fang Hao looked at the camera before him, somewhat bewildered.

"You are... Sir Tan?"

"You are..."

At this moment, Officer Tan Qiao was carrying large and small bags of gifts in his hands.

He enthusiastically explained his purpose to Fang Hao.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fang Hao!"

"I am Tan Qiao, and this is our cameraman!"

"Right now, three hundred thousand viewers are excitedly greeting you before the lens."

"Please forgive my uninvited arrival."

"Actually, we want to interview you..."

Before the camera.

Tan Qiao first expressed his apology.

Stating that he had come to interview him.

And that many viewers across the entire internet wanted to see his live interview with Fang Hao.

And to avoid causing Fang Hao any displeasure.

He deliberately kept his attitude very humble.

Hoping Fang Hao would not refuse.

At this moment.

The audience watched Fang Hao before the screen tensely.

Fearing he would refuse and cancel the entire interview activity outright.

Everyone stared fixedly at Fang Hao before them.

Only to see before the camera.

Fang Hao, at this moment, looked at the camera before him.

And at this moment, looking at Sir Tan before him.

Fang Hao was also somewhat bewildered.

No wonder a couple of days ago.

Professor Ding Lao had specially delivered quite a few things to him.

Specialties from various places, as well as various honorary certificates and honorary academician titles.

Fang Hao had been puzzled why Ding Lao sent him so many things when it wasn't a holiday or festival.

Turns out they were just waiting for this.

A few days ago, Professor Ding had sent a message telling Fang Hao not to refuse the upcoming interview.

It turned out to be this very live broadcast.

Just during this period, Fang Hao was also a bit idle.

He naturally didn't mind.

"Audience friends, at this moment we have arrived at Fang Hao's home."

"As everyone can see."

"This is Fang Hao's ancestral home located in the outer ring of the suburbs of Zhangzhou; this is the interior situation."

"According to his account, this is the ancestral house passed down to Fang Hao by his family."

"And friends who have watched 'On the Scene' and 'Today's Archaeology' should not be unfamiliar with this place."

In the live stream.

Tan Qiao, having entered Fang Hao's home, was observing the various structures inside.

It could be seen.

He was extremely excited and thrilled.

Carefully examining the construction of every part of Fang Hao's place.

And Fang Hao was equally cooperative.

Seriously introducing the structure of his home to everyone.

"This is my living room; usually not many people come to my place."

"This is my bedroom on the first floor; I usually work here."

"This is my studio on the first floor; I used to maintain cultural relics in this place."

"Sigh... after all, work and life in all aspects are quite busy."

"Every aspect needs to be taken care of to some degree."

Fang Hao seriously introduced his home to everyone.

Although the interview came suddenly.

He was still very familiar with his own house.

Thus, the tour proceeded with considerable fluency.

For nearly every room, Fang Hao could recount several stories.

It gave the viewers a visual feast.

Until he reached the spare bedroom.

Fang Hao froze.

"This… this is…"

Looking at the scene before him, Tan Qiao sucked in a sharp breath.

Inside Fang Hao's spare bedroom.

Right in the most visible spot on the floor, there appeared a bright, glistening pool…

Blood?!

It was blood?!

The blood had not yet dried.

As if it had just been spilled moments ago.

The scene fell silent.

That sudden, conspicuous pool of blood in the bedroom.

Who wouldn't be chilled?

It instantly shattered the previously lively atmosphere of the live stream.

Everyone stared at the screen, bewildered.

No one knew what had happened.

What the hell had Fang Hao been doing in his house just now!?

On-site.

Tan Sir's mouth twitched.

He turned to look at Fang Hao beside him:

"This… this spare bedroom is meant for sleeping in, right?"

"Mr. Fang Hao…"

"Why is there such a pool of blood in your home?"

"And it looks… as if the blood is still fresh?"