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

"Changing one's fate."

When Lin Wanqing uttered those three words, Chen Bufan's finger stopped.

The rented room was very quiet.

It was still dark outside the window.

The old copper coins on the table, pressed against the yellowed booklet, trembled slightly even though there was no wind.

hum.

The voice was very low.

It's like something that has been buried for many years, finally being unearthed from the ground.

Millions of people were still watching the live stream.

Zhou Xiaoyu was rescued.

The second hostage was rescued.

Jiang Kun was arrested.

Everyone thought that tonight's events were finally over.

But when the words "the key to changing one's fate" came out of Lin Wanqing's mouth, Chen Bufan's expression became even more unpleasant.

The coldness was so intense that even the viewers in front of the camera noticed something was wrong.

The master's expression changed.

What exactly is the "Gate of Changing Fate"?

Has this name appeared in previous live streams?

[The Shen Qingyue case, the Wang family case, and the anti-counterfeiting Wang case—are they all connected now?]

[Could this be an organization?]

Master Chen knows this name!

Lin Wanqing also fell silent.

She heard the change in Chen Bufan's breathing.

It's very light.

But there are.

"Mr. Chen."

She held her phone, her voice low.

"Do you know about the key to changing one's fate?"

Chen Bufan did not answer immediately.

His gaze fell on the yellow booklet on the table.

He had heard of this name many years ago.

He was very young then.

It's raining in the mountains.

The old house is leaking.

The master sat beside the oil lamp, mending a tattered yellow talisman as he spoke to him:

"Fortune tellers do not do it to show off their skills."

"Just because you can see it doesn't mean you can interfere."

"If you're going to interfere, you have to follow the rules."

Young Chen Bufan couldn't understand, so he asked:

"And what about those who don't follow the rules?"

The master paused for a moment.

The oil lamp flame flickered.

The light illuminated half of the old man's face, while the other half remained dark.

"have."

"They are not called fortune tellers."

"It's called changing one's fate."

Chen Bufan still remembered the tone of his master's voice when he said those three words.

It's as if they've mentioned a group of dead people who shouldn't be messed with easily.

Lin Wanqing's voice pulled him back from his memories.

"Mr. Chen?"

Chen Bufan looked up at the live stream camera.

Instead of answering Lin Wanqing, he addressed the live stream audience first:

That's all for tonight.

The comments section erupted in panic.

No!

Master, what exactly is the "gateway to changing one's fate"?

[Just heard the crucial part!]

Is he the mastermind behind this?

Are Shen Qingyue and the others all connected to this?

Don't end the broadcast!

Chen Bufan ignored the screen full of pleas to stay.

He simply said:

"Some things are not suitable to be said in the live broadcast room."

Done.

The live stream has been disconnected.

The screen went black.

Millions of viewers were left on a black screen, while the comments section continued to flood the screen.

[Holy crap! They've really gone offline!]

This shows that changing one's destiny is a truly significant matter.

The master clearly didn't want the people behind the scenes to hear this.

[Has anyone recorded a screen recording?]

This matter is getting increasingly serious.

In the rented room.

After the live stream ended, the room became completely quiet.

Chen Bufan picked up his phone.

Lin Wanqing hadn't hung up yet.

She heard the broadcast end and asked:

"Can you tell me now?"

Chen Bufan remained silent for two seconds.

"Can you say a little?"

Lin Wanqing immediately turned on the voice recorder.

"you say."

Chen Bufan said:

"The Fate-Changing Gate is not an ordinary esoteric sect."

"It's not an ordinary fraud organization either."

"They don't tell people's fates."

"They change people's fates."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"How should it be changed?"

Chen Bufan looked out the window.

The sky was already turning grayish-white.

"The wealthy seek longevity."

"They are using the lives of the poor to continue their lives."

"Celebrities seek fame."

"They use the popularity of their fans to support them."

"The wealthy seek wealth."

"They used the blood of their employees to cover it up."

"Some people want to live longer, so they find someone to die early in their place."

"Some people want to become famous quickly, so they feed them the emotions of countless ordinary people."

"Some people want to get rich, so they make those around them lose money, get hurt, or even die first."

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine as she listened.

In the past, she would have found these words absurd.

However, in Shen Qingyue's case, Zhou Jianping used the death of a person to try to seize Shen Qingyue's luck.

In the Wang family case, copper coins brought disaster, a brake line led to a deadly situation, and inheritance rights were entangled in bloodshed.

In Zhao Qiming's case, he used the plight of stray animals to solicit donations and used malicious traffic to make a fortune through fraudulent means.

In the Jiang Kun case, the "life-covering talisman," the "red rope," and the "soul-trapping trap" were used to lure young girls to their deaths.

One pile, one piece.

Everything matches up.

Lin Wanqing asked:

"What are they after?"

Chen Bufan said:

"money."

"right."

"life."

"life."

Lin Wanqing gripped the pen tightly.

"What about the specific members?"

"have no idea."

"Organizational structure?"

"have no idea."

Where are they?

"have no idea."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"You only know the name?"

Chen Bufan snorted lightly: "All I know is that they deserve to die."

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

This was the first time Lin Wanqing had heard Chen Bufan speak in this tone.

He carried a murderous intent that he had suppressed for many years.

She hesitated for a moment and asked:

"What's their connection to you?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

Lin Wanqing, however, understood the answer from his silence.

She rephrased her question:

"Is it related to the Chen family?"

The yellowed booklet lay quietly on the table.

The dark red marks on the edge of the cover looked like dried blood under the light.

"Officer Lin."

His voice returned to calm.

"The person you caught tonight is Jiang Kun."

"But what we really need to investigate is who sent him the things."

"Red string".

"Life-Protecting Talisman"

"Copper sheet."

"And that piece of paper that says 'Change Your Fate'."

Lin Wanqing understood.

He didn't want to continue talking about the Chen family.

She didn't press her for answers.

"I will investigate."

Chen Bufan said:

"Be careful when you investigate."

"People who can handle these things aren't necessarily that capable."

"But it must be very dirty."

Lin Wanqing said coldly:

"I am a police officer."

"I've seen plenty of dirty stuff."

Chen Bufan looked out the window.

"This is different."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Why is it different?"

Chen Bufan remained silent for a moment.

"You need evidence to arrest people."

"They harm people, but they may not leave any evidence."

Lin Wanqing did not refute.

Because she had already witnessed it tonight.

If it weren't for Chen Bufan, no one would have noticed the red rope.

No one will know about the life-protecting talisman.

Zhou Xiaoyu might even be treated as a regular missing person case, and the second hostage might die in an abandoned building near the police station.

"And what about you?"

Lin Wanqing asked.

"Will you continue the investigation?"

Chen Bufan looked at the old copper coins on the table.

"They've already contacted me."

"It's not a question of whether I'll investigate or not."

"The accounts have already been opened."

Lin Wanqing said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Chen, from now on, if you receive any threatening messages, please tell me immediately."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"You'll protect me?"

Lin Wanqing spoke calmly.

"I will protect those involved in the case."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"OK."

Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Wanqing asked again:

"One last question."

"You said before that you would steal other people's lives to change your own."

"If someone is dying and comes to you, would you save them?"

Chen Bufan did not hesitate.

"Whether or not he should be saved."

Lin Wanqing paused.

"Who decides whether it should or shouldn't be done?"

Chen Bufan said:

"cause and effect."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"That sounds very far-fetched."

"What you saw tonight, wasn't it all mysterious?"

Lin Wanqing choked for a moment.

Chen Bufan continued:

"When someone is sick, saving them is medicine."

"When someone is in trouble, the way to avert disaster is through skill."

"But if an evil person wants to live, he will take the lives of innocent people to prolong his life."

"This is not salvation."

"This is robbery."

Lin Wanqing remained silent for a moment.

"I see."

The phone hangs up.

The rented room became quiet again.

Chen Bufan did not sleep.

Can't sleep either.

He put down his phone and reached out to open "The Record of Destiny".

This time, he didn't bite his finger.

But the yellow booklet opened on its own.

The pages were turned one by one.

Splash!

Splash!

It's as if an invisible hand is searching for a certain page for him.

Finally, the page stopped in the middle.

The paper was initially blank.

Then, a line of old characters slowly appeared.

It's not blood red.

Instead, it is dark brown.

It was written there many years ago, but it has only reappeared today.

[When the gate of destiny is opened, the Chen family will surely suffer calamity.]

The image of that leaky old house from my childhood came to mind again.

The master sat by the oil lamp, his voice aged.

"remember."

"If you encounter a black fate mark in the future, avoid it if you can."

"If you can't avoid it, burn it."

Young Chen Bufan asked:

Why?

The master looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he only said one sentence:

"Because your surname is Chen."

At that time, Chen Bufan didn't understand.

Now, he understands half of it.

The Fate-Changing Gate wasn't meant for Shen Qingyue.

They are not from the Chongwang family.

It wasn't directed at Zhao Qiming or Jiang Kun either.

They were using these people to test him.

Let's test how much skill he still has left.

Let's see if the "Record of Heavenly Mandate" still exists.

To test whether the last flame of the Chen family line has truly been born.

Chen Bufan closed the book.

Just then, my phone rang.

Unknown number.

It has no place of origin.

The screen lit up on the table, and the ringtone sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Chen Bufan glanced at it.

connected.

He didn't speak first.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, an old man's voice came.

hoarse.

Low-pitched.

It sounded like it was coming from a very far place.

"The Chen family boy."

"You finally ran into them."