He glanced at the time.
The netizen's message had been posted at 10:31 p.m. five days ago.
The blogger had not replied again.
However.
When Jiang Qiao opened the netizen's profile, he was startled to see an obituary posted from the account by the man's wife. The netizen had suffered a sudden heart attack and died at home at 10 p.m. the night before last.
There were quite a few messages in the comments section. They all seemed to be from the same place, probably relatives and friends.
He checked the man's age again.
Fifty-eight.
Indeed.
People at that age would add their real-life friends on short-video apps and forward videos to each other. Occasionally, if they found something especially good, they would even post it in the "Loving Family" group.
That was different from young people.
Many young people preferred to maintain different personas on different social platforms.
They were not necessarily willing to add relatives and friends from real life.
But regardless.
That old man had died the day after leaving his message. If one called that a coincidence, it would be hard to explain.
"The problem may lie in the replies."
"This blogger asks everyone what they saw beneath each person's post."
"If we reason from that."
"Then as long as someone replies and describes their feelings, they will encounter a corresponding situation in reality?"
"A sudden heart attack."
"Dying in the bathroom."
"Did he see something in the bathroom and get scared to death?"
Jiang Qiao was highly experienced.
There had been plenty of similar cases back on Blue Star.
Curses spread through social media were nothing unusual either... Of course, there might not be too many of them in this era yet, but there certainly would not be too few.
"It doesn't seem to be