Chapter Four: Streamer, Run! The One Knocking Is a Serial Killer!

Sunlight streamed into the room, casting a festive glow on the red property deed. A luxury residence in the Grand Regent! From his memories, Bai Qingming knew that the Grand Regent was the most prestigious neighborhood in River City; even the bathrooms there cost at least three hundred thousand per square meter. Only the wealthy and powerful, or even some celebrities, could afford to live there.

But that was not all. Bai Qingming also recalled that, before he transmigrated, his former self in this world had once applied for a security job at the Grand Regent. In the end, he had been mocked and thrown out due to his educational background.

After all, even the security guards there had to be graduates of top universities or elite soldiers selected from the army.

Bai Qingming pinched his own cheek.

Ouch! That hurt! This was no dream.

His name truly was on the property deed.

He had really struck it rich!

In this moment, the more Bai Qingming looked at his shabby little room, the more he despised it. He wished he could fly straight to his luxury mansion and bask in comfort.

Just then, a commotion sounded outside the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Anyone home? Is Bai Qingming in?”

“Water meter inspection—open up!”

The voices outside were aggressive.

Hearing them, Bai Qingming paused in surprise. He crept barefoot to the door and peered through the peephole.

Three burly, fierce-looking men stood outside. Two of them gripped clubs, and the one in the middle held up a phone, filming as he banged on the door.

“Who are they trying to fool? Who brings muscle to check the water meter? They’re clearly here to collect debts.” Bai Qingming instinctively thought, “Damn, how much did this guy owe? They’ve come knocking at the door!”

He held his breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing they’d discover he was inside.

But the men outside seemed to know he was home. They grew more insistent, not even bothering to keep up their pretense.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Bai Qingming, don’t you hide in there!”

“Open up! If you’ve got the guts, open this door!”

“Come on, open up! Bai Qingming, I know you’re in there, don’t pretend!”

After a rhythmic barrage of knocks, the middle man raised his phone to the door number.

“Everyone, take a look—this is the place where the kid who sang the ‘Single Dog Song’ lives. It took me a lot of effort to track him down.”

“The two guys with me are kindred spirits, here to pay the streamer a little visit.”

“Next, the three of us will livestream the entire process. As soon as someone gifts a rocket, I’ll break the door down. If we get ten rockets, I’ll make this streamer kneel and call you all daddy.”

He was livestreaming, and the stream’s title was: “Found the Streamer’s Address—Click to Watch Us Beat Up the Dog Streamer.”

Clearly, the man was deeply agitated, his eyes bloodshot and his emotions unstable. There was no denying the sensational appeal of his content.

As more and more viewers flooded into the stream, the chat grew increasingly lively.

“I can’t believe someone actually showed up at his door!”

“No way, no way—weren’t we all just joking? You’re really doing it?”

“Streamer, I advise you to reconsider—leaking someone’s address is illegal, and threatening personal safety is not okay.”

“Is there a moderator? Why aren’t they banning this?”

To be fair, the viewers’ values were pretty decent; most were urging the streamer to stop. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain. After all, talk was cheap, and watching the drama unfold from the sidelines was harmless fun—just staying in the stream was a form of support.

So, as the number of viewers climbed, the three men outside grew ever more excited.

Inside the room.

“System, can I exchange the mansion for cash?” Bai Qingming called out into the air.

But the system, wherever it was, gave no response.

“Forget it, I’ll just call the police.” Bai Qingming pulled out his phone, but just as he powered it on, a call came through, his ringtone ringing loudly.

“He really is home!”

Clearly, the men outside heard it.

Bai Qingming frowned and hung up, but the caller was persistent, dialing again immediately.

“Damn, who keeps calling at a time like this? Are they crazy?” he cursed, finally answering, “Who is this?”

The caller, having never expected to get through, was momentarily stunned.

“If you have something to say, make it quick—I’m busy calling the police!” Bai Qingming urged.

At his words, the person on the other end became excited.

“Boss, it’s connected! The call finally went through!”

Bai Qingming was startled. What was this nonsense?

“Is this Mr. Bai Qingming?” the voice asked, “Hello, I’m Li Sanjiang, Operations Manager at Doyu.”

“Would you be interested in streaming on our platform? If so, we promise to give you preferential resources and help you become a top streamer with a million fans.”

The tone was calm and measured.

Bai Qingming scoffed.

“Manager at Doyu? Preferential treatment?”

“Are you about to ask me for a deposit? Please, this scam is way too obvious.”

With that, he hung up.

On the other end, Li Sanjiang and his team were at a loss.

“Boss, I think he thinks we’re scammers.”

Li Sanjiang was dumbfounded. “Keep calling! We have to recruit talent like this!”

…

“Hello, is this the police? I want to report three armed lunatics at my door threatening my life. My address is…”

He had barely finished calling the police when Li Sanjiang’s call came through again. Bai Qingming was getting annoyed.

“Will you stop already?”

“I’m not a scammer, Mr. Bai, please listen to me,” Li Sanjiang said quickly. “I really am the Operations Manager at Doyu. The reason I called is because your song from last night’s stream went viral. Our platform wants to promote you. If you’re interested, we can set up a meeting. If you still don’t believe me, I suggest checking your own stream.”

Hearing this, Bai Qingming was stunned.

What?

He’d only sung the “Single Dog Song” last night!

Could it be…

He was shocked. Could something like that really go viral?

“I’m busy right now. Text me the time and place. I’ll hang up now,” Bai Qingming said hurriedly, then opened the streaming app and entered his own channel with an alternate account. One glance, and all his doubts vanished.

The barrage of comments nearly rivaled his favorite streamer Bage’s channel.

And he wasn’t even live at the moment.

…

In the hallway.

[Grandpa Arrogant sends a Rocket x1]

“Thanks for the rocket! Next up, I’m kicking down the door to beat up the dog streamer. New viewers, hit the follow button—much appreciated.”

With the goal of one rocket reached, the man outside stepped back and kicked the door.

Bang!

The flimsy door of Bai Qingming’s little rental already wasn’t sturdy; one kick and it was barely holding on. It probably wouldn’t last until the police arrived.

Inside, Bai Qingming finally understood the situation.

So the three men outside weren’t debt collectors after all—they’d been triggered by the “Single Dog Song” and had come to rough him up.

Well, as long as they weren’t here for money!

It wasn’t as if they really dared to beat him up.

Just as he was thinking this, a striking message appeared in the stream, sent three times by the same person.

Instantly, all fans took note of the message.

“Streamer, run!”

“I’m a police officer—I just came over from the door kicker’s stream.”

“If I’m not mistaken, the man kicking the door is a wanted serial killer, and the two with him are his accomplices!”