Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 344

Chapter 344: Chapter 342: Coincidence or Trajectory?

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“What do you mean by that just now?”

Matthew’s face darkened, he almost thought that the other person was making fun of him, but after thinking about the situation, he felt that it was unlikely, so he asked with a stern face.

“I don’t know you, but I have seen you. On the day of the Amy Show recording, you were sitting in the first row.”

Bi Fang spoke with certainty. As his own qualities continued to improve, he found his memory getting better. The enhancement in the “Spirit” section of his stat panel involved neural reinforcement, which might have something to do with this. Often he couldn’t quite achieve photographic memory, but it was close enough.

In the starlight, the man’s face across from him gradually became clearer. He hadn’t had time to think about it carefully before, but now, after making eye contact, a sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

After reflecting carefully, Bi Fang remembered where he had seen the other person.

The Amy Show!

Invited for an interview, the man across from him had been sitting in the first row. After the recording, he even asked for an autograph and a photo together, which made a deep impression on Bi Fang.

On the other hand, upon hearing Bi Fang narrate the cause and effect, the Shuiyou (Online Friends/Audience) got excited, discovering a new trait of Master Fang.

Super-strong memory!

[Isn’t that the Amy Show, that was over three months ago, right? Isn’t this memory a bit too exaggerated?]

[Indeed unbelievable, it’s been the issue of the new year, and he even remembers the audience?]

[So is it him or not?]

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[Wait a minute, could it be some crazy fan? Following Master Fang all the way to Yemen?]

[Holy shit, can’t be, right? Is he that obsessive? Running to the Primeval Forest I can understand, but to Yemen? If something goes wrong, wouldn’t that mean he can neither live nor die as he pleases?]

[Is it also possible that he’s like the ones from that previous desert trip? Also here to hog the limelight recklessly?]

Seeing the last comment, Bi Fang was taken aback and had to consider this possibility. His fist immediately tensed up.

He had taught those people last time such a harsh lesson, and yet there were still those who didn’t learn their lesson?

Matthew on the other side hadn’t noticed the barrage of comments on the drone’s display, but kept nodding: “That’s right, I was sitting in the first row at the time!”

Seemingly noticing that Bi Fang’s expression was somewhat off, recalling Bi Fang’s past experiences, Matthew quickly explained, “My name is Matthew…”

In fact, if Matthew had paid attention to the barrage, he would find that the Shuiyou (Online Friends/Audience) were quite accurate in a few points.

Since the Goose trip, Matthew had been following Bi Fang, the “emerging broadcaster,” captivated by the content of his live broadcasts, and it reminded him of the glorious years when he was a War Correspondent.

After becoming a newspaper executive, although the salary and work were better, he always felt something was missing, until that moment.

The man flew the drone through the stormy clouds, and no words could describe the shock of that moment. Like oceans flowing with golden clouds, airplanes soaring, flocks of geese flying, toward hope and light.

Such a surging and courageous force was like feeling the lightning strike in the midst of the storm clouds, or like in the primordial darkness, seeing people create fire, embracing light for the first time in the dark night.

After that experience, Matthew watched all of Bi Fang’s live broadcast videos, pondered for a while, and finally decided to follow his heart, resigning from the newspaper, and once again pursuing what moved him.

Just as Matthew resigned without a specific goal in mind, Bi Fang’s live broadcast announcement appeared once again.

Yemen!

This city filled with pain and despair!

It matched Matthew’s previous profession, and he could even follow in the footsteps of his idol. How could he not go?

Matthew even hoped for an encounter. He knew about the disgusting behavior of those from the desert journey, Matthew would not do the same; he would only silently take pictures, then watch Bi Fang’s figure disappear into the distance.

Especially after escaping from danger, Matthew started consciously looking for Bi Fang’s whereabouts. Following the last photo seen on his phone before it was lost, he found the place where a fire had been made, but unfortunately, he was a step too late.

The two had not met. After that, without photos or videos, it became even harder for Matthew to search. Finding someone in a city was almost impossible.

At that moment, Matthew almost despaired, wandering aimlessly through the industrial district, placing his fate in the hands of Lady Luck.

Until that explosion…

Whether it was trying his luck or having a stroke of dumb luck, deep down Matthew had a hunch as he made his way to the steel factory.

He felt that such a big commotion was very likely the work of the idol who “adventured” habitually…

So while ordinary people would avoid it at all costs, Matthew did the opposite, heading to the steel factory, and ended up getting stepped on.

Thus, their encounter at that time was coincidental, yet not entirely so.

There was a trace of luck in the trajectory that was meant to be.

Audience: “…”

Can such a story really exist?

The scene of Bi Fang hanging under the beam to evade his pursuers was already “cinematic” enough, but after listening to Matthew’s story, that scene paled in comparison, merely mundane.

[Why do I feel like shipping them together all of a sudden?]

[Shut up, stop shipping everyone; it’s annoying.]

[Add one to that, stop with the shipping; it’s irritating!]

[Seriously cool, the world’s most dedicated fan chasing? Is that all?]

[I dub you the ultimate fan king!]

[Learned calculus and linear algebra but won’t change my name – sending the host meatballs*10 as a reward, admiring your perseverance!]

[Leopard Head Zero Charger – sending the host Big Bone*1, who would have thought I, the king of freeloading, would one day donate big bucks to a live stream, I’ve fallen!]

But Bi Fang wasn’t too surprised by the story just told; after all, a forest with many birds harbors all sorts.

With tens of millions of fans and millions watching his streams daily, the occasional oddity wasn’t strange at all. He was more concerned with a key point in Matthew’s recent words.

“Did you just say… made it out alive? What does that mean? What have you run into, or did you cause some trouble? Did you specifically come to find me for this?”

If the other party had run into some kind of issue that was of no real consequence, Bi Fang was still willing to assist by contacting the Yemen government to find a way to get the other party out.

It would be a small effort.

However, after asking this, Matthew fell silent for a good while before finally speaking, not answering the question but asking instead.

“Did you just hear those two mention ‘goods’?”

“Goods?”

Bi Fang frowned as he thought for a moment, then nodded. Indeed, those two had mentioned this, saying the area had been swept and it was unlikely that any “goods” still remained.

The Shuiyou (Online Friends/Audience) also started recalling, and some, even more diligent, played their recordings backwards, revisiting that scene.

They confirmed the existence of “goods.”

Seeing how edgy Matthew was, the audience’s first thought was whether this “goods” could perhaps be drugs?

But on second thought, it seemed unlikely. If they were drugs, why would they need to search all over?

Such things could not be conjured out of thin air.

Matthew didn’t beat around the bush, pausing for a moment, then speaking in a low voice.

“Their ‘goods’… are people!”