The Last Live Stream

"Welcome, viewers, to tonight's reality puzzle." Suspense streamer Lin Rui held up a key and whispered to the camera, "Ten minutes ago, I received an anonymous package containing clues to the 'Serial Disappearances Case' from five years ago." He pushed open the iron door of a dimly lit basement, his flashlight illuminating a wall covered with victims' photos and newspaper clippings. Tens of thousands of netizens flooded the live stream instantly, their comments scrolling wildly across the screen. As Lin Rui walked to a wooden table in the center, an old mobile phone on it suddenly lit up: [You finally came, murderer.] A chill ran down Lin Rui's spine, but he forced a calm smile for the camera. "This is just a psychological game left by the killer..." The second message popped up immediately: [Stop pretending. You killed them back then to write a hit novel. This isn't the killer's lair, it's a trap I set for you.] The chat exploded. Cold sweat beaded on Lin Rui's forehead as he frantically tried to turn off the phone, only to find the live streaming system had been remotely locked, making it impossible to even cut the feed! "Click!" The heavy iron door suddenly slammed shut and was locked securely from the outside. Lin Rui panicked completely, banging on the door and shouting, "Let me out! This is just for the show!" Just then, a third message appeared on the phone, and a mechanical voice echoed from the basement speakers simultaneously: [The police are on their way. Mr. Lin Rui, thank you for personally completing your final live broadcast for your crimes.]