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

4:27 a.m.

The lights were still on in the interrogation room of the Haicheng City Public Security Bureau.

The murderer sat in the interrogation chair with his hands cuffed in iron rings.

His name is Jiang Kun.

Thirty-four years old.

No fixed job.

I used to work as a plumber and electrician for a construction team, but I was fired for stealing materials.

I owe money to online loan platforms.

gamble.

alcoholism.

He was also warned twice by the police station for harassing female students.

The files were laid out on the table.

Not complicated.

It's even somewhat ordinary.

So ordinary it sends chills down your spine.

Because there are too many people like this in the corners of the city.

Unemployed, in debt, full of resentment, with shattered self-esteem, and a heart filled with hatred for others.

They usually hide like rats in a sewer.

If someone gives him a knife, he'll dare to use it to stab someone weaker.

Lin Wanqing stood behind the one-way glass, coldly watching Jiang Kun in the interrogation room.

He has a centipede-like scar on the web of his right hand.

I have an old injury on my left leg that hurts when it rains.

That's exactly what Chen Bufan said.

The young detective walked over with the interrogation records in hand, his face grim.

"Team Leader Lin, he confessed to part of it."

Lin Wanqing did not turn around.

"explain."

The young detective opened his notebook.

"Jiang Kun admitted that he lured and controlled Zhou Xiaoyu and the second victim."

"He connected the electrical wires to the old water plant."

"He also set up the gas trap in the abandoned buildings of Nanhe New Village."

"But he said that the red rope, yellow talisman, and soul-trapping trap were not things he came up with himself."

Lin Wanqing put down her teacup.

"Who taught him?"

The young detective shook his head.

He said he didn't know the other party's real identity.

All I know is that person kept contacting him through an anonymous account.

"The other party sent him a package."

"Inside there was a red rope, a yellow talisman, a copper plate, and a piece of paper with the steps written on it."

"Tell him how to select people, how to hide them, and how to plan the operation."

Lin Wanqing turned her head.

"Where's the package?"

"Some residue has been found at his residence."

The young detective hesitated for a moment.

"Furthermore, he said the other party promised that as long as he committed three crimes, they could change his fate."

"Change my fate?"

In the interrogation room.

Jiang Kun suddenly looked up, as if he had heard those two words.

He couldn't see Lin Wanqing through the glass, but he still grinned.

That smile was disgusting.

The interrogator asked in a cold voice:

"Who told you you could change your fate?"

Jiang Kun lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

It looks like a smile.

"You don't understand."

"You people don't understand anything."

The interrogator put the pen on the table.

Stop pretending to be a ghost.

"I'm asking you a question."

Jiang Kun raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He said I had bad luck.

"I'm not bad, I'm just unlucky."

"I'm poor because of bad luck."

"I am looked down upon because of my bad luck."

"Women don't like me because they're unlucky."

"As long as I change my fate, I can be rich, people will be afraid of me, and people will beg me."

The interrogator sneered.

"So you kidnapped two girls?"

Jiang Kun looked resentful.

"That's their fate!"

"He said that people like them are blessed with good fortune, so what's wrong with lending me a little?"

"They've had people who love and protect them since they were little."

"And me?"

"I've lived for over thirty years, and who has ever cared about me?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the handcuffs clanged loudly as he spoke.

"I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine!"

The interrogator slammed his hand on the table.

"Jiang Kun!"

"You're not taking a life."

"It's a crime."

Jiang Kun suddenly fell silent.

He lowered his head, but a smile spread across his face.

"Arresting me won't do you any good."

"I'm just the first one."

"He said it."

"The game has started."

Behind the one-way glass, Lin Wanqing simply watched without saying a word.

These three words were like a needle, piercing her mind.

Jiang Kun is not the end.

He's just getting started.

The young detective whispered:

"Team Leader Lin, his mental state is a bit unstable."

Lin Wanqing snorted:

"It's not a matter of mental instability."

"I was fed these thoughts by someone."

The young detective was taken aback.

Lin Wanqing did not explain.

She didn't believe in these things before.

But now, she has to admit that Jiang Kun has a complete system of manipulation behind him.

Unemployment, debt, low self-esteem, resentment.

These emotions were already in Jiang Kun's heart.

The people behind the scenes simply pick them out, amplify them, and give them a reason to "change their fate."

Make him feel that he is not doing evil.

It's turning over.

This kind of person is the most terrifying.

Because he would blame all his sins on fate.

Lin Wanqing took out her phone.

On the screen is Chen Bufan's chat box.

She hesitated for two seconds before dialing.

The call was answered quickly.

Chen Bufan's voice was a little hoarse.

"The investigation is over?"

Lin Wanqing looked at Jiang Kun in the interrogation room.

"He's just a pawn."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Bufan replied:

"As expected."

Lin Wanqing said:

"Someone gave him a life-saving talisman and taught him the Soul-Trapping Formation."

"The other party promised that as long as he committed three crimes, they could change his fate."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Bufan stopped talking.

Lin Wanqing, holding her phone, suddenly asked:

"Mr. Chen."

"Is there really anyone in this world who can change their fate?"

After asking the question, she fell silent.

If someone had told her a day earlier that she would seriously ask a metaphysical streamer such a question, she would have thought it absurd.

But now, Zhou Xiaoyu has been rescued.

The second hostage was rescued.

Jiang Kun was arrested.

A talisman to protect one's life, a red rope, a trap to imprison one's soul, and a black mark to indicate one's fate.

These items were laid out in front of her one by one.

She had to ask.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Bufan remained silent.

Lin Wanqing waited so long that she thought he wouldn't answer.

Then she heard him whisper:

"have."

"Really?"

"able."

Chen Bufan said:

"But changing your fate is not about changing your name, nor is it about changing your luck."

"Fate is woven from cause and effect."

"Changing one place will affect another."

"What you're meant to suffer, you can't escape it."

"You shouldn't force someone else to do what you shouldn't do."

As Lin Wanqing listened, her brows slowly furrowed.

"What exactly does 'changing one's fate' mean?"

Chen Bufan's voice turned cold.

"steal."

Lin Wanqing was taken aback.

Chen Bufan continued:

"Stealing someone else's lifespan."

"Stealing someone else's luck."

"Stealing someone else's marriage."

"Stealing other people's money."

"Stealing someone else's life."

"To put it another way, it's about changing one's fate."

Lin Wanqing gripped her phone tightly.

"So, when Jiang Kun talks about changing his fate, he's actually making others pay the price for him?"

"right."

Chen Bufan said:

"Zhou Xiaoyu and the second girl were merely the 'destiny guides' he chose."

"He doesn't understand."

"He thought that by committing three crimes, he could turn his life around."

"Actually, he will be taken away after he completes the three times."

Lin Wanqing felt that she was starting to lose her train of thought.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Evil magic is never given away for free."

"To change one's own fate by using someone else's fate, one needs someone to bear the consequences."

"Jiang Kun is the one who took over."

"He thought he was the beneficiary."

"Actually, it was a sacrificial offering."

Lin Wanqing looked at Jiang Kun in the interrogation room.

He was still smiling.

He laughed like a madman.

At that moment, she felt nothing but absurdity.

The man thought he had been chosen.

He thought he could finally turn things around.

In reality, from beginning to end, I was just a worthless pawn thrown out by someone else.

"And what about you?"

Lin Wanqing suddenly asked.

The other end of the phone went quiet.

Lin Wanqing stared at her reflection in the one-way mirror.

"Can you change your fate?"

That was a very light question.

Chen Bufan remained silent for a moment.

"I can determine fate."

"It depends on fate."

"Break the disaster."

"Clear the debts."

"But I won't change the fate of the wicked."

Lin Wanqing did not speak.

Chen Bufan continued:

"Fate can be foreseen, disasters can be averted, and debts can be settled."

"But you can't decide someone else's fate."

"We must not use good people to shield evil people from disaster."

Lin Wanqing suddenly understood.

This is the biggest difference between Chen Bufan and the Fate-Changing Gate.

Changing one's fate is like trading one's life.

They treat people like consumables.

Use the weak as a bridge.

To take the life of a good person and give it to a bad person.

Chen Bufan, however, has rules.

Rules are boundaries.

That's also why he didn't turn into another monster.

Lin Wanqing whispered:

"I see."

Chen Bufan said:

"Did you find anything the other person left behind?"

Lin Wanqing snapped out of her daze.

"We are currently investigating Jiang Kun's residence and personal belongings."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a police officer strode into the interrogation room.

"Team Leader Lin."

"Something was found among Jiang Kun's personal belongings."

Lin Wanqing immediately hung up the phone.

"What?"

The police officer handed over an evidence bag.

The evidence bag contained several items.

An old cell phone.

A rusty key.

A crumpled bus pass.

There was also a small, folded piece of paper.

The paper strip has turned yellow.

It looks like it was torn from an old notebook.

Lin Wanqing put on gloves and carefully unfolded the note.

The note contained no complicated information.

There are only three words.

The strokes are very heavy.

It's as if the writer used too much force, almost tearing the back of the paper.

—The key to changing one's fate.

Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

She picked up her phone and redialed Chen Bufan.

The moment the call connected, she only said one sentence:

"Mr. Chen."

"We found the note."

Chen Bufan's voice was deep.

"What did you write?"

Lin Wanqing looked at the three words in the evidence bag.

He said, word by word:

"Changing one's fate."

Chen Bufan remained silent on the other end of the phone.

In the rented room.

He sat under the dim light.

The "Record of Destiny" on the table suddenly moved on its own without any wind.

The pages of the book turned with a rustling sound.

On the blank paper, a line of blood-red words slowly emerged.

[A single opening in the door can cause debt to accumulate in three cities.]

Chen Bufan looked at the line of text.

Shen Qingyue.

Wang Tianhao.

Zhao Qiming.

Zhou Xiaoyu.

Jiang Kun.

These people and these cases were finally linked together by the same name.

Changing one's fate.

They really came back.