The moment Lin Huan drew the checkmark, the streamer who was broadcasting suddenly froze, then rolled his eyes back and collapsed.
The staff nearby were shocked. When they went to check, they found that blood was oozing from the anchor's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
The viewers in the live stream thought the streamers were just doing something funny, and the chat was flooded with comments. But the next moment, the live stream suddenly went black. The staff had shut down the live stream and forcibly ended it.
It was only at this point that the viewers in the live stream realized that the live-streaming host was probably in real trouble.
Lin Huan watched this scene quietly, feeling no guilt whatsoever for having personally ended someone's life; in fact, he Yinyin a strange sense of excitement.
This feeling of being in control of life and death made him both excited and nervous. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists, as if trying to release his tension in this way.
"It's true, hehe, haha, Death God Diary is real."
Lin Huan scratched his head and refocused his Light Lock on the Death God Diary.
He carefully stroked the pages of the Death God Diary; he knew he was about to make it big.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and began to plan his next move.
He picked up his pencil again and wrote down the names of Zhao Jinchuan, Wong Sirong, and Zhao Hai.
Unlike the more than twenty wanted criminals he had previously written down, there was a blank space under each of these three names.
Zhao Jinchuan and Wong Sirong are Zhao Hai's parents.
Lin Huan wanted to conduct a test. He wanted to know just how powerful the Death God Diary Death God Diary was, and its duration of effect.
The streamer's death was instantaneous; the moment he drew the checkmark, he died.
This means that death is not delayed if the manner of death is not specified.
After thinking for more than ten minutes, Lin Huan wrote down Zhao Jinchuan's unique manner of death under his name, followed by Zhao Hai's mother, Wong Sirong, and finally Zhao Hai himself.
At that moment, Lin Huan was unaware that a figure was hovering Invisibility above his head.
He also saw what Lin Huan had written and couldn't help but mutter in amazement, "Is this the goal of a 90% match with the Death God Diary? It's truly unbelievable."
After observing for a while longer, the figure nodded in satisfaction and then disappeared.
Lin Huan was unaware that someone had been Invisibility observing him all along; at this moment, he was completely absorbed in the Death God Diary.
"The timing can't be regular. Every time a target dies, I need an alibi, and the students are my best cover."
"Furthermore, I can't take out the Death God Diary too often, otherwise it will inevitably arouse suspicion."
"I need to use this diary as a cover. I need to buy one, or make an identical one to fool people..."
Around midnight, Lin Huan's mother returned home, reeking of alcohol.
This is a woman under thirty years old, with above-average looks and a very good figure. Even though she has already given birth, she looks like a girl in her early twenties at first glance.
"Why are you still up so late? What happened to your face? Did you get into a fight?" Lin Ru asked, frowning, seeing the injuries on her son's face.
Lin Huan didn't speak, but quietly looked at the handprint on his mother's face.
The handprint was so clear, and half of his face was swollen. Lin Huan bit his lip tightly, suppressing his anger and pain.
My mother is the lead dancer at the Spring Night Bar in Dafeng City. She often encounters all sorts of harassment from all kinds of customers.
The guest Lin Rong met today was Zhao Jinchuan, Zhao Hai's father, and the director of the Dafeng City Investigation Bureau.
Although Lin Ru was a lead dancer at the bar, she was only a lead dancer.
However, there are always some customers who make unreasonable demands. Generally, after Lin Ru refuses, they will not pester her further.
But Zhao Jinchuan, whom she encountered today, was clearly used to being arrogant and domineering. Coupled with the effects of alcohol, after his repeated requests went unanswered, he became enraged and slapped Lin Ru hard across the face.
"Mom, does it hurt?" Lin Huan walked up to Lin Ru and asked in a trembling voice.
"Sigh, it's nothing, it'll be fine in a couple of days. But that old geezer isn't having an easy time either; I gave him a good kick, and he's probably going to lose his job."
Lin Ru did not hide anything, and she never hid her work from her son either.
"That damn bastard, the director of the Inspection Bureau? I don't know how someone like him became the director," Lin Ru complained angrily.
Lin Huan's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected such a coincidence. He bit his lip tightly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
No, we can't wait any longer.
Given the ruthless nature of Zhao Jinchuan's family, they would definitely retaliate after being kicked by his own mother.
"Mom, I want to eat barbecue," Lin Huan suddenly said.
"So late?" Lin Ru was somewhat surprised.
"It's been so long since I've had this!"
Lin Ru was already in a bad mood, so she went out for some barbecue and beer to cheer herself up.
"I'm going to change my clothes first!" Lin Ru said, heading towards her room.
Lin Huan then reopened the Death God Diary, erased the text under Zhao Jinchuan's name, and simply wrote, "Method of death: drunk driving, car accident."
Then, without hesitation, he put a checkmark next to Zhao Jinchuan's name.
Although this way of dying will disrupt my plans, it's okay, there's still a chance.
Lin Ru put on some simple makeup, changed into some loose-fitting clothes, and then took Lin Huan to a nearby barbecue restaurant for a meal.
Although it's late, it's Xia Tian, and there are still quite a few people out for barbecue late at night.
Just as Lin Ru and her son were having barbecue, a black Sierra drove at 120 miles per hour across an intersection on Donglin Road in Dafeng City, Ignore a red light.
Keep in mind that this is a city road with a maximum speed limit of 60 km/h. This 120 mph is clearly speeding.
Fortunately, there were no vehicles around at night, otherwise it would have been a disaster.
After crossing the intersection, the car suddenly started swerving, swerving at 120 miles per hour, and the result was predictable.
The car overturned and, due to its immense inertia, rolled more than a dozen times, scattering parts all over the ground before finally crashing into the guardrail.
The next moment, the car, which was already Shapeshifting beyond recognition, suddenly exploded and was engulfed in Huoyan in the blink of an eye.
Time Reversal 30 seconds.
Zhao Jinchuan had worked as an inspector for over a decade, so he was well aware of the dangers of drunk driving. But today he was out having fun, and this car was one that couldn't be driven in the open. He didn't even dare to call a drunk driver, so he had to drive home by himself.
He didn't dare to drive fast at all, and just kept driving at 40 miles per hour towards his home.
"That bitch dared to kick Laozi! I'll teach Laozi a lesson she won't forget!" Zhao Jinchuan cursed, feeling the Yinyin pain in his knee.
However, at that moment, the car inexplicably began to accelerate.
Zhao Jinchuan glanced at the speedometer and quickly released the accelerator, assuming that he had pressed the accelerator too hard and the car had automatically shifted gears and accelerated.
However, even after he released the accelerator, the car continued to accelerate, quickly surpassing 80 mph and reaching 100 mph.
Zhao Jinchuan cursed, "Trash Slater, damn it!"
He cursed and pressed the accelerator, but the accelerator was like a broken wire, doing absolutely no work.
Zhao Jinchuan's drunkenness vanished instantly in that moment; his first thought was that someone wanted to harm him.
He's used all sorts of underhanded tactics to get to where he is today, offending countless people. Heaven knows how many people wish they could grind him to dust.
The brakes failed, the gear shift failed, the handbrake failed, and the steering wheel failed. He tried to jump out of the car to escape, but the doors were already locked.
In the twenty-fifth second, the car's speed had already reached 120. In the twenty-sixth second, the car ran through a red light, crossed the intersection, and then the steering wheel spun left and right strangely twice.
Those two movements caused the Rapid Speed car to completely lose its balance.
After a Earth Reincarnation, tumbling motion, the car finally came to a stop.
Zhao Jinchuan was incredibly Luck to survive; not only did he survive, he didn't even suffer a fatal wound.
"Hehe!" Having narrowly escaped death, Zhao Jinchuan couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.
At the thirtieth second, the car suddenly exploded, and Zhao Jinchuan was completely engulfed by Huoyan with a smile on his face.
On the other side, Lin Huan, who was eating barbecue, seemed to sense something and couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing her son's smile, Lin Ru couldn't help but smile too, and asked, "What's making you happy? Tell Mom."
Lin Huan's smile faded, and he shook his head, saying, "No!"
"You're not in a relationship, are you?"
"Mom, I didn't. Don't overthink it. If I were in a relationship, I would definitely tell you," Lin Huan explained.
"My son is so handsome, I just wonder which little girl will be lucky enough to marry him in the future," Lin Ru said with a smile, pinching Lin Huan's cheek.
Lin Huan blushed immediately and lowered his head, saying, "Mom, so many people are watching."
"Hmph, I'm just giving you a heads-up. These days, young girls are all incredibly shrewd. Don't get fooled. And boys, you need to learn to protect yourselves when you're out in the world."
Lin Huan was speechless; he figured only his mother thought her son was handsome.
"You said it yourself, girls these days are all very shrewd, how could they possibly be interested in a poor guy like me?"
"What if someone is after you...?"
"Mom!" Lin Huan was utterly defeated by his own mother. Was she really going to say something like that so casually?
Just then, several fire trucks sped past them, followed by several patrol cars.
A smile curved Lin Huan's lips again, then he lowered his head to eat his barbecue.
As expected, Zhao Hai did not come to class the next morning.
However, the news of Zhao Jinchuan's drunk driving accident was reported by someone, causing an uproar online.
But there were hardly any kind words, after all, for the director of the Inspection Bureau to die because of drunk driving is not a very honorable thing.
A week later, Zhao Hai returned to the classroom, looking much more dejected. He didn't say a word once he entered the classroom.
However, less than half an hour after he sat down in the classroom, he received a phone call and ran out.
Seeing Zhao Hai run away, Lin Huan smiled wickedly and slowly closed the Death God Diary.
Wong Sirong: He died in his own home, murdered by a novice burglar.