A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Chen Bufan raised his hand.

Live stream.

Raise two fingers together.

Pointing directly at Jiang Mingxu in the mirror.

"red."

"I don't care where you borrowed it from."

"Borrowing a life."

"no."

His life force suddenly plummeted!

"Return to the rightful place!"

boom!

Jiang Mingxu's chest in the mirror.

The three large, gray-white characters "Jiang Mingxu" suddenly appeared.

next second.

That face was so perfect it almost didn't look real.

It's starting to collapse.

The first crack.

It appears from between the eyebrows.

The second one.

Passing through the bridge of the nose.

The third way.

They tore the entire face off.

click!

Large patches of skin peeled off the face reflected in the mirror.

below.

It's not Jiang Mingxu at all.

There was only a red figure pieced together from countless trending search terms, brand logos, fan avatars, and short video footage.

【burst】

[Top Trending Search]

[Newcomer Actor of the Year]

[Brand Ambassador]

[Millions of reservations]

Top influencer

Countless words flashed wildly within its body.

"A fake is a fake."

"No matter how popular you are."

"They can't even become human."

Chen Bufan slashed downwards with two fingers.

"Sever."

Snapped--!

A red reflection on my chest in the mirror.

That red talisman.

It split in two on the spot.

in reality.

The red ornament around Jiang Mingxu's neck suddenly popped open!

boom!

Hundreds and thousands of red threads burst out from his shadow at the same time.

The flow will no longer continue to the southern area.

Instead, it was forcibly pulled back from the mirror array by the "Record of Destiny".

One.

Ten.

One hundred roots.

Red threads danced wildly throughout the entire dressing room.

Two Sakuragawa dancers raised their hands simultaneously.

I want to reconnect.

Chen Bufan looked up.

"Try touching it."

The two of them actually stopped moving for a moment.

next second.

Chen Bufan pressed down on the "Destiny Record" with his palm.

"Jiang Mingxu".

"Look at the camera."

Jiang Mingxu, lying on the ground, was panting heavily.

It's difficult to look up.

"Don't look in the mirror."

"Look at me."

Jiang Mingxu's bloodshot eyes.

Finally, I was able to focus on the phone camera.

Chen Bufan said every word.

"Your name."

"Within you."

"Your life."

"It is also within you."

He looked at the shattered red shadow in the mirror.

"Who borrowed it?"

"Who will pay?"

boom--!

All the red threads are rolled back simultaneously.

Following the mirror path laid out by the eight layers of shadows.

Rebound!

Banquet hall.

Eight high-resolution mirrors shattered simultaneously!

boom!

Backstage.

The eight core dancers all took a step back.

Two of them were wearing veils.

At the same time, blood started flowing from the nose.

At the end of the corridor.

The black folding fan in Ayako Kamishiro's hand.

A fan rib snapped off with a snap.

She glanced down.

Instead of anger, he laughed.

"Chen Jun..."

"More than I imagined."

"You'd better not be polite."

The dressing room.

The red reflection in the mirror could no longer hold up.

It frantically pounded on the mirror.

boom!

boom!

boom!

It's like it wants to burst out of there.

Jiang Mingxu looked at the face that belonged to him.

Piece by piece, they fell off.

I can finally see it clearly.

That thing had no facial features, only a layer of constantly writhing red skin.

Chen Bufan took one last look at it.

"Go back."

Snapped!

The mirror suddenly went black.

The entire image vanished instantly.

The red ornament around Jiang Mingxu's neck.

Completely disconnect.

The red talisman hidden inside.

Spontaneous combustion without a flame.

a few seconds.

Burn to ashes.

Borrowing red.

broken.

Just then.

boom!

The door to the dressing room was kicked open.

Wang Tianhao rushed in with two security guards.

"Jiang Mingxu!"

A dancer from a song and dance troupe happened to pass by the door.

Wang Tianhao felt a blur before his eyes.

The woman had already walked past him.

He didn't raise his hand.

He didn't touch anyone.

The bodyguard behind him suddenly let out a muffled groan.

"hiss--"

The suit jacket ripped open on its own at the shoulder.

Followed by.

A very thin line of blood slowly appeared on the skin.

It felt as if an unseen knife had just grazed his shoulder.

Wang Tianhao suddenly turned around.

At the end of the corridor.

The woman had stopped.

He turned around.

They were about ten meters apart.

She bowed slightly to him.

They were as polite as if they had just accidentally brushed past each other.

Holy crap.

Wang Tianhao cursed.

But he didn't chase after them.

She glanced at Jiang Mingxu on the ground, then looked at the makeup mirror.

"A mirror is a door, right?"

He stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the back of the makeup chair next to him.

Tighten your fingers.

He simply lifted the entire solid wood chair up.

"Then I'll tear the door down for you today."

The words fell.

Wang Tianhao took a step forward.

Twist your waist.

Turn your shoulder.

He slammed the entire chair out with his arm!

call--!

The heavy chair body tore through the air.

boom!!!

The entire mirror was shattered by a single blow!

The mirror is centered on the chair leg.

The spiderweb-like cracks didn't even have time to spread.

The entire mirror has shattered into countless fragments!

Whoosh—!

Glass shattered everywhere!

The light was instantly shattered.

Hundreds of lenses exploded in front of Wang Tianhao, tumbling and flying across the dressing room.

The largest one is as big as a palm.

Small, like crushed diamonds.

From above the head.

Shoulder side.

Beside the face.

Sweeping across the sky.

The two security guards instinctively raised their hands to cover their faces.

Wang Tianhao, however, remained standing in place.

He didn't even blink.

He shoved the chair forward again with all his might.

boom!

The last half of the glass remaining in the frame shattered.

"Playing tricks."

He let go.

The chair crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

But in that very instant...

The fierce look on Wang Tianhao's face suddenly stopped.

Among those fragments that haven't yet hit the ground.

There is something.

A lens spun past his eyes.

inside.

Two women were standing there.

Black and red performance costume.

A thin veil covers the face.

It has no facial features.

The second piece.

It's still them.

The third piece.

Also.

Followed by.

Several tens of yuan.

Over a hundred yuan.

In every shard of glass tumbling in mid-air, the same two figures are reflected.

Some were on the left, some on the right, and some stood behind them.

Some of them had already been posted in front of Wang Tianhao.

The mirror was clearly broken.

But then countless lenses scattered from all directions.

Those two women.

It was as if dozens of them had suddenly appeared.

Amidst swirling reflections of light.

They were everywhere.

Ding!

The first fragment landed.

Two women in the mirror.

We've taken a step closer.

Ding!

The second piece.

Another step closer.

Glass fell like rain.

Ding ding ding ding——!

Each sound.

The faceless woman in those fragments.

So we moved a little closer.

Just a few seconds.

Broken mirrors littered the ground.

There is no empty space left.

Wang Tianhao lowered his head.

It was in a triangular mirror at my feet.

A face without facial features.

It almost completely covers the entire mirror surface.

He lifted his foot.

Snapped!

Stomp it to pieces.

"Again?"

The glass shattered on the sole of the shoe.

But among the dozen or so lenses next to it.

That face turned around at the same time.

uniform.

Look at him.

The security guard behind him felt a tightness in his throat.

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang."

"This thing..."

"It seems like the more you smash, the more there are."

Wang Tianhao stared at the countless faceless reflections covering the ground.

He casually ripped the entire black cloth off the dressing table.

Wow!

It suddenly lurched forward.

A black cloth was spread out from mid-air.

Like a black curtain.

It crashed down with a deafening roar.

All broken mirrors.

All faceless women.

They were instantly plunged into darkness.

Wang Tianhao stepped on the corner of the cloth.

look up.

"I have a talisman drawn by Master Chen himself, do you think you have the right to scare me?"

He pointed to Jiang Mingxu on the ground.

"Take them away first!"

The two security guards then realized what was happening.

Go forward immediately.

But the three of them had just turned around.

Under the black cloth.

Suddenly a sound came.

despair.

It's very light.

Like walking barefoot on broken glass.

Wang Tianhao stopped in his tracks.

despair.

Second tone.

This time.

Not under the black cloth.

And behind them.

The matter did not end with Jiang Mingxu's rescue.

Twenty minutes later.

The internet is in chaos again.

The first video.

Recorded from Hengtai's official live stream.

In the picture.

Jiang Mingxu suddenly became emotionally unstable.

He strangled himself with his own hands.

No one in the room attacked him.

The second video.

From another commercial camera.

Everything was normal up to that point.

Until Chen Bufan appeared on the remote live stream screen.

Jiang Mingxu suddenly suffocated violently.

It looked as if Chen Bufan was casting a spell on him remotely via live stream.

The third one.

It's a cell phone video that Shen Qingyue kept.

Two faceless dancers stood in the back.

The silk thread was wrapped around Jiang Mingxu's neck.

In the mirror.

There is a second Jiang Mingxu.

Three videos.

At the same time.

The same room.

The same thing.

Police technicians examined the images frame by frame.

The result is even more troublesome.

There was no obvious editing.

There are no traces of AI face swapping.

The original device timecode is normal.

The file metadata is normal.

Even different people at the scene had different recollections.

Some people insist:

"Jiang Mingxu was the only person in the room at the time."

Some people, however, say:

"I saw two women from a song and dance troupe standing there with my own eyes."

Another photographer was deathly pale.

"I……"

I saw three.

Lin Wanqing looked up.

"Three what?"

The photographer's lips trembled.

"Three Jiang Mingxus".

The room quieted down.

online.

Public opinion is in complete chaos.

[Is Hengtai controlling its artists?]

[Chen Bufan performing remote magic?]

Did Shen Qingyue orchestrate this whole thing to break the contract?

Which video is real?!

I watched two live streams simultaneously! They were really different!

Can CCTV footage still be used as evidence in the future?

Luo Tiancheng watched the three clips.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

He finally swore.

"These Japanese old ladies."

"They really know how to play it cool."

Chen Bufan looked at the coat covering the makeup mirror.

"more than."

"They're still destroying evidence."

Lin Wanqing understood, of course, that if surveillance footage, cell phones, live streams, and even eyewitness accounts could be simultaneously created in different versions.

Then the most needed and relied-upon chain of evidence for the police will be completely disrupted.

Jiang Mingxu woke up in the hospital forty minutes later.

His neck was covered in purplish-red marks from the strangulation.

The first sentence is:

"Mr. Bai."

Lin Wanqing immediately sat up straight.

"What Mr. Bai?"

Jiang Mingxu managed to drink two sips of water, his hands still trembling.

"Six months ago, before I became famous."

"My boss introduced me to someone."

"His surname is Bai..."

"He didn't say his name."

He asked me three questions.

Chen Bufan looked up.

"What?"

Jiang Mingxu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Do you want to be famous?"

"Are you willing to exchange?"

"besides……"

His face grew increasingly pale.

"If this is my destiny as a star."

"I was originally planning to come a few years later..."

"Would you like to...?"

"Lend me a little."

Lin Wanqing frowned as she wrote down the information.

"You agreed?"

Jiang Mingxu gave a wry smile.

"Who would have thought it was real back then?"

"I thought it was just capital packaging."

"Later, the company had me sign a supplementary agreement."

"Not long after."

"The first show was a hit."

"The variety shows are also a hit."

"Endorsements come one after another."

He looked up at the small mirror beside the bed.

"It was from then on."

"Me in the mirror..."

"It might be a little slow sometimes."

Chen Bufan asked:

"How much slower?"

"At the beginning."

"Maybe half a second."

"It became increasingly obvious later on."

"Once, I was filming GG."

Jiang Mingxu lowered his voice.

"I've already left the studio."

"Me on the monitor..."

"Still standing in the same place."

Jiang Mingxu gripped the water glass tightly with both hands.

"I thought the device was stuck."

"Now it seems..."

He didn't finish speaking.

The phone in the room suddenly vibrated.

Luo Tiancheng picked up his phone.

He just sent a message to Luo Shouzhou.

Check your protective aura.

After a long silence, he was still wondering where the old man had gone again.

The phone rang.

a photo.

Sender.

Luo Shouzhuo.

In the photo.

In the center of the old concrete factory.

The old compass, which had been used for decades, lay on the ground.

Compass face.

The three pointers should not have overlapped at the same time.

At this moment, everything is pressed in the same direction.

southeast.

Commercial complex in the southern district of Qingzhou.

Below the photo.

Luo Shouzhou only sent four words.

Something's not right.

Luo Tiancheng dialed the number immediately.

The call was connected.

"What's the situation on your end?"

On the other end.

no answer.

Only the sound of the wind.

long after.

Luo Shouzhou's voice came through.

"Luo Tiancheng".

"I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Just now."

"Did someone kill three people?"

Luo Tiancheng's expression changed.

In the background.

He heard a very soft sound.

thump.

thump.

thump.

thump.

despair.

Fourfold.

One light.

It's coming from underground, from the old concrete plant.

Over and over again.

Knock upwards.