The fortune-teller's phone chimed.
As Liu Liangwang sent over the link, he asked anxiously, "Are you okay? What happened? You..."
The fortune-teller hung up and opened the link.
The livestream appeared on his phone screen.
It looked familiar. This was the livestream I'd watched back then.
Now, seeing the grinning daredevil and the others on the screen again, I could only feel that everything had changed.
The fortune-teller pressed his lips together, still coughing quietly.
Before long, Wu Qiren's face appeared on camera.
He was perfectly calm, not the least bit panicked or curious. He looked like someone who'd finished a meal and was taking a stroll around his neighborhood. He was completely different from the others.
The fortune-teller's coughing briefly stopped. As soon as he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood spilled out.
It wasn't bright red, but dark in color. It didn't look right.
The fortune-teller wiped his lips with one hand, while the other held his phone, trembling nonstop.
Time crawled by, and I had no choice but to watch the events of that day again alongside the fortune-teller.
When Jin Shanshan appeared, a look of regret crossed the fortune-teller's grim face.
When Wu Qiren was dragged into the house by Jin Shanshan, the fortune-teller's hand went slack. His phone fell onto the blanket, muffling the livestream's audio. The screams and running footsteps became indistinct.
The fortune-teller leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes. Dark blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His phone rang again.
After a long while, the fortune-teller finally answered.
The person who kept calling so persistently was, of course, Liu Liangwang.
Liu Liangwang sounded panicked. "Fortune-teller! You saw it, right? You saw it!!! Just now, that... Shanshan, and—and Wu Qiren..."
His voice was choked with tears.
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