Noticing Qi Gu's tense expression, Lin Hanzhi leaned over, his chest resting against Qi Gu's shoulder in an intimate posture, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Only then did he notice Lin Youxin's face in the picture.
People these days rarely posted photos of themselves without Photoshop or beauty filters. Those who weren't very skilled at it could easily turn Photoshop into an alien makeover tool, leaving noses and eyes looking nothing like they should.
But Lin Youxin's photo had come straight from the camera, so Lin Hanzhi immediately spotted what was wrong with his eyes. Those were eyes that only appeared after death, utterly different from a living person's.
"He's already dead?" Lin Hanzhi asked.
"Mm," Qi Gu answered briefly. He was about to continue watching the video of the dark rituals when a ding sounded, and a new post appeared on Lin Youxin's Weibo page.
Qi Gu quickly refreshed the page, and a livestream appeared with that same photo as its cover.
When he opened it, Lin Youxin was streaming with a slightly stiff smile, the movements of his facial muscles extremely unnatural.
With a face that wasn't quite handsome but still looked reasonably fresh among ordinary people, he greeted the camera in a flat voice without the slightest inflection. "Hello, everyone. I'm Lin Youxin. Long time no see. I started this stream today just to chat with you all."
Lin Youxin didn't have many fans. He kept speaking in that flat tone while watching the viewer count in the top-left corner of the screen. Suddenly, he said, "Thank you all for watching my stream. I went live this time to announce something very important..."
The camera flipped around. Only then did the viewers realize that Lin Youxin had made his way onto a rooftop without their noticing and was