The statements made by Professional Scene Setup 2.0 are well-founded and logically clear.
The viewers in the livestream room were swaying back and forth once again.
"To be honest, both sides' explanations are pretty absurd. But comparing the two, I still believe in science. Really, we've all had at least nine years of compulsory education, do you believe in technological advancement or tales of spirits and ghosts?"
"Exactly, now the script feels so real, a whole set of high-tech involvement, and yet so many of us water friends actually believed such an absurd thing. It's terrifying!"
Seeing the so-called professional speak up, Ning An shook his head.
Who could have thought?
Before, Aluf played with scene setup so skillfully.
Coupled with the coincidence of the meteorite falling on someone, injuring only one part.
Honestly speaking, if Ning An hadn't used the system in advance and mixed with the water friends, he would have eight or nine times out of ten believed in the person with the professional scene setup.
"Look, why isn't the streamer speaking?"
"It's over, it's over, is Brother Sect Leader's reputation about to collapse?"
"I always said to believe in science. If this isn't a script, I'll eat shit live. Where does this metaphysics come from!"
"What are you barking for? Brother Sect Leader hasn't spoken yet, be careful he slaps your face!"
The barrage erupted in chaos again, and many people suspiciously chose 2.0.
2.0 seized the opportunity to continue firing:
"Streamer, the scripts from these days are just hype, aren't they?"
"Also found professional people for scene setup, just relying on a few hype events, gained millions of followers, you've really got something!"
He released two screenshots showing the follower count comparison of Ning An before and after the broadcast.
"I know you won't admit it, but sorry, when Aluf approached me back then, I kept a backup copy."
Then, a video link request came through, and Ning An directly clicked to confirm.
He wasn't in a hurry, he was actually more curious.
What kind of shady things did Aluf do before that fragmented his Life Chart like that.
During the live link, a middle-aged man with stubble appeared, and then he turned the camera toward the computer screen.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Daliu. You can also follow my homepage; I broadcast live every night at 9:30."
"Pah! So, it's just someone riding the coattails for traffic again."
"You say our Brother Sect Leader is hyping, what about you, shameless."
"Jealousy monster, just can't stand seeing others succeed."
The stubble man glanced at the comments and laughed heartily.
"I get paid tens of thousands per deal with these internet celebrity bloggers. Do I need such hype for money?"
"My loyal fans know just how lucrative my field is; I am very professional. It's only for people like Aluf who lack integrity that I feel compelled to expose them."
After saying that, the stubble man didn't waste words and directly played a video.
In the video, it was Aluf.
Due to the low shooting angle and the overcast weather, his face couldn't be seen, only his furious scolding could be heard:
"You with this soaked car, asked you to come over and play a scene with me and just scratched the skin of this piece of junk, and you dare to ask me for five hundred?"
The person opposite Aluf was a young man, who only lowered his head and stubbornly said:
"My car isn't worth much, but I just looked, the central axis and the car..."
Before he could finish, he got a hard slap, and two bills were thrown onto the ground.
The image gradually blurred, leaving only Aluf's arrogant, cold laugh:
"Only two hundred, not satisfied? Go ahead and sue me. Don't blame me for not warning you, can your family afford it, haha."
The car splashed through a puddle, spraying waves, leaving the young man standing dazed and somber.
At this point, the video abruptly ended.
And in the folder named after Aluf, there were still seven similar videos!
In the two livestream rooms, there was another layer of silence.
Numerous water friends who idolized Aluf as a life mentor could feel their hearts pounding, their hands and feet cold, ears buzzing.
Impossible!
This is impossible...
A moment later, the barrage erupted in chaos.
"The fake-exposing streamer set out to expose fake scripts, only to be exposed for using scripts themselves?"
"How dare he? No wonder the Daoist Master said his virtuous conduct was lacking; this is clearly not something a human would do."
"I say, Brother Sect Leader is just too kind-hearted. If it were me, I'd throw a stone at his head tonight."
Seeing other comments, Ning An wasn't bothered much.
But seeing the comment about throwing a stone at his head, Ning An couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please believe in science. I don't have any otherworldly methods; if I did, you wouldn't be seeing me here now."
The stubble man also laughed along, but his words remained firm:
"Right, there really is nothing like metaphysics in this world. The so-called wish-expressing spirit is nothing more than a pre-arranged scene setup. When the timing is right, even the president of the U Country could be part of the scene."
The water friends in front of the barrage were also disoriented at this moment.
"Now, is there a kind soul who can tell me whom I should believe?"
"I don't know, but I feel science is a bit more reliable, otherwise..."
"Hmph, a bunch of flip-floppers, no confidence in Brother Sect Leader at all! Whether it is or not, can't we just take a look?"
Exactly!
The netizens suddenly felt enlightened.
Whether it's a script or not, it's just a matter of verification!
After all, no one would actually stab themselves for traffic, right?
"Daoist Master, go over and take a look, just a look."
"Brother Sect Leader, go over and show them, and completely crush these heretics!"
Seeing the livestream room filled with "take a look," Ning An couldn't help but laugh like a pig.
Even with just one look, presumably, Aluf would be trending for the next two months.
The wishes of the majority are hard to go against.
Besides, Ning An had no particular fondness for such arrogant people.
Immediately.
Ning An performed a Daoist bow, his expression benevolent as the goddess of the lamp:
"It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I'm going over to check; if this layperson is unharmed, then it's a good deed."
After speaking, he strode forward.
That day became one Aluf never wished to recall in his lifetime.
"Holy shit! It's really...gone. Damn it!"
"Looking at the damage, it really wasn't a sharp cut, it truly was smashed by a meteorite!"
"Daoist Master, bring the camera closer, I'm a doctor, I need to examine the wound closely to avoid secondary injury."
...
By the time Aluf came to, he was already on an ambulance.
His face was ashen, steam rising from his clothes, his whole body reeked of burnt smell.
The moment he opened his eyes, his previously charred black body suddenly showed a patch of white.
But before he could say a word, the intense pain below left him shocked. He stared blankly, looking at the empty pants.
Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, his voice hoarse and sharp:
"Oh, heavens... what sin did I commit... why... with no descendants, my Duan family..."