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

The moment the live stream ended, Chen Bufan's chat room exploded with popularity.

The screen went black.

But the number of online users did not decrease.

Instead, it rose like crazy.

Eight hundred thousand.

One million two hundred thousand.

One million eight hundred thousand.

Two million.

The barrage of comments was so intense that Chen Bufan's face was almost invisible.

[Holy crap! What just happened?!]

[Where is Shen Qingyue? I hope nothing happened to her.]

[Gu Yanchuan has no reflection! I screen-recorded it! It really doesn't!]

Don't be alarmed, it's just the angle of the mirror!

[Angle my ass! That bouquet of flowers is floating in the mirror, and you're telling me it's about angle?]

[Scripted! It's definitely scripted! A top female star is colluding with a small-time livestreamer for publicity?]

[What hype? Shen Qingyue doesn't need to ride his coattails for attention.]

Did you call the police? Did anyone call the police?

Master Chen, say something!

[The look in Gu Yanchuan's eyes when he turned off the live stream was terrifying.]

[Host, did you know this would happen?]

Chen Bufan sat in front of the camera, his expression not changing much.

He simply pressed his fingertips against that old copper coin.

He pressed the edge of the coin into his palm, leaving a faint red mark.

He didn't rush to explain.

There was no response to the questions raised in the live chat.

The noisier the live stream was, the quieter he became.

This silence, however, only made people more uneasy.

[Hey streamer, don't stay silent!]

Will Shen Qingyue die?

Is Gu Yanchuan really a ghost?

Didn't you just say he died three years ago?

How can a dead person walk? How can they talk?

Please, please call the police immediately.

I just called the police, but I don't know the address!

Which hotel is Qingyue staying at? Does any fan know?

[She seems to be filming a variety show in Haicheng tonight!]

[What about the platform? What about the official support? Can we contact Shen Qingyue's team?]

The number of viewers in the live stream is still increasing.

The platform administrator has already logged in.

Warning messages kept popping up on the screen.

[Please be aware of the guidelines for your live stream content.]

Please do not spread content that is frightening or superstitious.

Please do not incite panic among viewers.

The next second, Chen Bufan raised his eyes.

His gaze swept across the screen full of comments, as if looking directly at someone unseen.

"Housing management."

He spoke.

The voice was not loud.

The live stream suddenly became a little quiet.

"Don't seal it off."

"Save people."

Those four short words caused the live chat to explode again.

[Save someone? Save whom? Shen Qingyue?]

He wasn't joking!

Holy crap, I'm getting goosebumps.

[Please don't shut down the platform! Can you handle the consequences if something really goes wrong?]

Forget about superstition for now, save lives first!

[Host, please give us the address!]

Chen Bufan did not continue speaking.

He pulled out a piece of yellow paper from the side.

It is not a symbol.

It was just a very ordinary old piece of yellow paper.

The paper edges are a bit rough.

It looks like it's been sitting there for many years.

He picked up the vermilion pen, dipped it in a little water, and the tip fell.

In the shot, only his hand, which is writing, can be seen.

One stroke.

One stroke.

Very stable.

The barrage of comments gradually slowed down.

Everyone stared at the piece of paper.

Soon, a line of text appeared on the paper.

—In the western suburbs of Haicheng, at the abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road, seven steps southeast of the No. 3 tower crane.

Chen Bufan pushed the paper in front of the camera.

"Call the police."

He said lightly.

"Let the police dig it up."

The comments paused for half a second.

Then he went completely insane.

【? ? ? ? 】

What does this mean?

[Is a body from three years ago here?]

Holy crap, he actually dared to write down an address?!

If this is fake, then it's a false police report, right?

[Host, are you crazy?]

[Abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road? I'm in Haicheng!]

I called 110!

【I got it too!】

Don't send gifts, call the police first!

This time, it's either a chance to be deified or to go to jail.

Someone is cursing.

Someone is recording the screen.

Some people are tagging the Haicheng police like crazy.

Some local netizens from Haicheng even drove there directly.

In less than ten minutes, the related terms became a trending topic.

#Shen Qingyue's live stream disconnected#

#Gu Yanchuan has no reflection#

#Mystical broadcaster writes down burial address#

#Abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road, Haicheng#

Chen Bufan's live stream was thrust into the spotlight.

All sorts of marketing accounts, fans, haters, passersby, and debunking bloggers flocked in.

[I'll just say one thing: if this is true, I'll kneel down before the streamer.]

[It can't be true; such a thing doesn't exist in modern society.]

The police really went. My friend was nearby and said several police cars came.

【real or fake? 】

Don't spread rumors!

[Locals were seen outside the live stream; a cordon has been set up.]

Holy crap, they've really put up caution tape!

Chen Bufan remained seated in front of the camera.

The water glass has gone cold.

He didn't drink a drop.

Someone asked him to explain why Gu Yanchuan didn't have a reflection.

Someone asked him if Shen Qingyue was safe now.

Some people accused him of creating hype.

Someone begged him to save their life.

He did not respond.

He only glanced at the time.

10:47 PM.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"Thirteen minutes left."

The viewers in the live chat were taken aback.

What? Thirteen minutes?

Don't scare me.

[Does Shen Qingyue have thirteen minutes left?]

[Host, please explain yourself clearly!]

I really can't take it anymore.

Chen Bufan offered no explanation.

He simply lowered his head and wrote four more characters on the back of the yellow paper.

—Don't turn on the lights.

The moment those four words were uttered, the atmosphere in the live stream became even more eerie.

【Don't turn on the lights? What does that mean?】

[Was this meant for Shen Qingyue?]

Her live stream connection dropped, so I can't see it!

Where is her assistant? Where is her team? Contact her immediately!

Why hasn't Shen Qingyue's studio responded yet?

Just as the comments section was about to erupt into chaos...

Someone suddenly posted a message.

[News is out!]

Immediately afterwards, countless comments flooded the screen.

[Haicheng News has pushed this out!]

Something has actually been unearthed at the abandoned construction site on Qingwan Road!

【No way?!】

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

[Bones! They really dug up bones!]

[Under tower crane number three! The location is exactly the same!]

The address Chen Bufan wrote is real!

The live stream room felt like it had been struck by lightning.

At that moment, half of all the doubts suddenly ceased.

A few seconds later, more screenshots appeared.

The news headlines were cold and jarring.

— A human skeleton has been found at an abandoned construction site in the western suburbs of Haicheng. Police have cordoned off the area.

The image below is blurry.

Warning line.

searchlight.

Mud pit.

Several people in uniforms stood next to tower crane number three.

Although the specific details of the image are not clearly visible.

But everyone knows that's enough.

That's enough to nail all those who were just mocking Chen Bufan to the spot.

[They actually dug it up...]

My hands are shaking.

[Those who just insulted the streamer, please apologize.]

No, how would he know where a body from three years ago is buried?

[Master Chen, I'm sorry, my voice was too loud just now.]

This isn't fortune telling, it's a criminal investigation cheat code!

Stop joking, this isn't just about exposing fake news, this is a murder case!

If Shen Qingyue's fiancé died three years ago, then who exactly is Gu Yanchuan now?

[I suddenly remembered that Gu Yanchuan only made his first public appearance about three years ago.]

Holy crap, this is terrifying to think about.

[One died three years ago, and another appeared three years ago?]

This can't be a coincidence, can it?

The number of followers in Chen Bufan's live stream began to rise rapidly.

Ten thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand.

The comments section was in complete chaos.

Just then, another request to connect for a live stream popped up in the background.

The profile picture is still Shen Qingyue.

This time, however, the application box flashed very quickly.

It seemed like the person who initiated the live stream was trembling.

Chen Bufan glanced at it.

I clicked "accept".

The moment the screen lit up, the entire live stream went silent.

Shen Qingyue sat on the bedroom floor.

My hair is messy.

Her makeup was ruined from crying.

The originally delicate eyeliner smudged, and her eyes were frighteningly red.

She hadn't changed out of her white haute couture gown.

Her shoulder strap had slipped to one side, and she was curled up on the edge of the bed, as if she had just escaped from somewhere.

She had no assistant with her.

Gu Yanchuan was not there either.

The bedroom was dark.

Only one bedside lamp was turned on.

The yellowish light made her face look completely pale.

"Mr. Chen..."

Her voice broke as soon as she opened her mouth.

This isn't the kind of crying that top female celebrities manage in front of the camera.

It was fear to the extreme that made it impossible to hold on any longer.

"He...he's gone."

"He received a phone call right after the news was pushed out."

Then he glanced at me.

Shen Qingyue bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face.

He said he would come back to pick me up that night.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[Qingyue is alright! That's great!]

Don't cry, don't cry, call the police right now!

[Is anyone with you? Where's your assistant? Where are your bodyguards?]

Where did Gu Yanchuan go?

He definitely knew the body had been dug up!

【Run, Qingyue!】

Don't stay in your room!

Chen Bufan looked at the bedroom behind her.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The door was closed.

The lights were dim.

There was a group photo on the bedside table.

In the photo, Shen Qingyue leans on Gu Yanchuan's shoulder, smiling sweetly.

Gu Yanchuan's face remained gentle.

However, in the photo, his eyes are excessively dark.

Chen Bufan asked:

Where are you now?

Shen Qingyue cried and said:

"hotel."

"Haicheng Yun'an Hotel, 27th floor".

"I've already had my assistant call the police."

"But... but I'm afraid to go out."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

It was as if she was afraid of crying out loud.

"Mr. Chen."

"I just saw the news."

"They really dug up the body."

"You said he died three years ago."

"But Gu Yanchuan was right next to me just now."

She looked up, her expression completely broken.

"What exactly is he?"

The moment the question was asked, the live stream went silent.

Everyone was waiting for Chen Bufan's answer.

ghost.

demon.

monster.

Evil spirits.

Resurrected through possession.

The live chat is already flooded with speculations.

Chen Bufan looked at her and slowly shook his head.

He's not a ghost.

Shen Qingyue was stunned.

The viewers in the live chat were also stunned.

[Not a ghost?]

[If it's not a ghost, then what is it?]

[Isn't it a ghost if it doesn't have a reflection?]

Is it possible for humans to live without reflections?

[Host, stop keeping us in suspense!]

Shen Qingyue had tears on her face and her voice trembled.

"Not a ghost?"

"Then why doesn't he have a shadow?"

Why can't he see his reflection in the mirror?

"Why do you say he died three years ago, and that the police actually dug up his body?"

"Mr. Chen."

She asked, almost in despair:

"Who have I been dating for the past three years?"

Chen Bufan remained silent for a second.

Then he opened his mouth.

"It's a person."

Shen Qingyue's pupils contracted.

Chen Bufan's voice was devoid of emotion.

"It's just borrowing the life of a dead person."

The bedroom was eerily quiet.

Shen Qingyue even forgot to cry.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Borrowing a life?!]

What does this mean?

[A living person borrowing the life of a dead person?]

I got goosebumps all over.

So the real Gu Yanchuan is dead, and this person is living on in his guise?

[It's not ghosts that are scarier!]

Humans are far more terrifying than ghosts.

Chen Bufan didn't explain much.

He stared at the bed behind Shen Qingyue.

The bed was made very neatly.

White bed sheets.

Light gray quilt.

There was a suitcase at the foot of the bed.

There seems to be nothing unusual.

But Chen Bufan's gaze fell on the shadows under the bed.

It's unnaturally dark there.

The light couldn't shine through.

Shen Qingyue panicked even more when she saw that he didn't speak.

"Mr. Chen..."

"So what do I do now?"

"He'll be back tonight."

"Should I leave here?"

Should I call the police?

Should I inform my family?

Chen Bufan interrupted her.

"Don't go out yet."

Shen Qingyue froze.

Why?

"There's someone watching outside the door."

Shen Qingyue's face turned deathly pale.

She instinctively turned to look at the door.

The comments section also became tense.

There's someone outside the door!

【Qingyue, don't guard the door!】

What about the hotel's security cameras?

[Call the police! Call the police immediately!]

【Master Chen, please tell me what to do!】

Chen Bufan said in a deep voice:

Hold your phone steady.

"Don't take the camera off you."

Shen Qingyue nodded immediately.

She no longer dared to question Chen Bufan even once.

Chen Bufan asked:

"Has he given you anything since you got engaged?"

Shen Qingyue's eyes were filled with panic.

"I've given them many."

"Rings, necklaces, bracelets, clothes..."

"besides……"

She suddenly stopped.

"What else?"

Chen Bufan asked.

Shen Qingyue's throat moved.

"There's also a set of wedding room supplies."

"He said... he'd leave it with me beforehand, and we'd move it over to the wedding room once it was renovated."

Chen Bufan's eyes were cold.

"When was it delivered?"

Three months ago.

"Is there something red?"

Shen Qingyue's expression changed.

"have."

"He said it was for the wedding, with red bed sheets, red pillowcases, and some 'double happiness' characters."

"But I don't like bright red, so I haven't taken it down."

Chen Bufan pressed his fingertip on the copper coin.

The copper coin made a "clattering" sound.

"Where is it?"

Shen Qingyue slowly turned her head and looked at the bed behind her.

"Under the bed."

Chen Bufan did not hesitate at all.

"Go see."

Shen Qingyue froze completely.

"Now?"

"Now."

Chen Bufan stared at her and said, word by word:

There was a red cloth bundle under the bed.

Don't touch it with your hands.

"After taking it out, point the camera at it."

Shen Qingyue's lips trembled slightly.

She looked down at the space under the bed.

The shadow was as still as an open mouth.

The more than two million viewers in the live stream also held their breath at that moment.

Chen Bufan's voice rang out again.

"Shen Qingyue."

"If you want to live, do as I say."

"Because those aren't items for the wedding room."

"That's your death warrant."