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

One by one, the lights on the nineteenth floor came on.

The Qin Group Building in the darkness resembled a corpse that had suddenly opened its eyes.

Qin Ruoxue stood in the center of the lobby, looking up at the glaring lights. The chill crept from her fingertips to her wrist, up to the inside of her forearm, and finally stopped in her heart, like a thumbtack that had been pressed down.

The administrative director's voice was still trembling on the phone.

"Mr. Qin, the surveillance cameras really did capture it."

"Your office door is open."

"But no one has swiped their card in the access control records."

"Our security personnel have already gone up there, but..."

Qin Ruoxue asked coldly, "But what?"

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

Then, the executive director's voice lowered even further.

"But all the elevators on the nineteenth floor are out of service."

"The emergency exit door can't be opened either."

Qin Ruo subconsciously looked at Chen Bufan.

Chen Bufan stood on the circular floor tile in the center of the lobby, looking up at the nineteenth floor.

His face was expressionless.

"Mr. Chen."

Qin Ruoxue gripped her phone tightly, her hands trembling slightly.

"Something happened on the 19th floor?"

Chen Bufan didn't answer her question, but only asked one:

"How many lives have been lost in the Qin family in the last three months?"

Qin Ruoxue's shoulder blades clenched suddenly, as if someone had pulled a support from her spine out from behind.

She didn't turn around—but the security guard at the end of the lobby's expression had already confirmed something for her.

He stood behind the duty desk, his cheeks taut and blue, his lips pale to almost the same temperature as the whites of his eyes.

No one expected that Chen Bufan would ask this question.

Qin Ruoxue took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"The CFO was in a car accident. He survived, but is seriously injured and in a coma."

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"Not a serious injury."

"That's considered bloodshed."

Qin Ruoxue's throat moved.

"Project manager... jumped off a building."

She paused for a moment.

"He didn't leave the company; he stayed at home."

Chen Bufan said, "The lifeline was severed within the Qin family's formation; the location is not important."

Qin Ruoxue's face turned even paler.

She continued counting.

"A long-term employee died suddenly."

"An accident involving a driver."

"After the business partner went bankrupt, he attempted suicide by cutting his wrists in his office, but was saved."

"Another company security guard drowned in a pool of water in the underground parking garage a few days ago."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became.

She originally considered these things separately.

A car accident is a car accident.

Jumping off a building is jumping off a building.

Sudden death is sudden death.

The bankruptcy of a partner is a business issue.

The security guard's drowning was an accident.

But now, they are strung together, like a string of beads connected by a thread of blood.

There are exactly six.

Qin Ruoxue's breathing became very light.

Six.

She looked up at Chen Bufan.

"That's six already."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"The Six Killings have been formed."

Qin Ruoxue stared at the lights that had come on on the nineteenth floor.

"One more is needed."

The lobby was eerily quiet.

The sound of flowing water from the wall was still faintly audible.

Splash!

Splash!

To Qin Ruoxue, the sound was like someone bleeding in the dark.

She suddenly asked:

Who is the seventh person?

Chen Bufan turned to look at her.

There was no pause.

Without hesitation.

He only said six words.

"The seventh person is you."

boom.

Something seemed to explode in Qin Ruoxue's mind.

Even when the elevator nearly plummeted, she had never lost her composure like this.

But at this moment, she finally understood.

This is not a company crisis.

It was not a commercial frame-up.

It's not a typical feng shui issue.

From the very beginning, that scheme was designed to target her.

The first six people were just there to save lives.

It's just paving the way.

It was merely the trigger that allowed the final blow to fall upon her.

If she dies.

The Seven Killings are formed.

The Qin family's fortune was completely transferred away.

The Qin family will also rot from the inside out.

Qin Ruoxue gripped her phone tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

"Why me?"

Her voice was very soft.

"Because I'm the current head of the Qin family?"

Chen Bufan said, "Not only that."

Qin Ruoxue looked up.

Chen Bufan looked at the space between her eyebrows.

"You are destined to have three years of great fortune for the Qin family."

"If you don't die, the Qin family still has a chance."

"If you die, the Qin family will fall into chaos."

"Infighting within the board of directors, banks withdrawing loans, project collapse, and equity being swallowed up at a low price."

He spoke calmly.

But every single sentence felt like a cold knife.

Qin Ruoxue understood.

Someone didn't simply want her dead.

It was meant that if she died, the Qin family would be eaten.

She slowly raised her eyes. The thin layer of anger that had just been floating in her eyes had sunk, sunk to the bottom, and frozen.

The rest was very quiet, as quiet as the cold light of a blade after it has been laid flat.

The fear remains.

But he suppressed his anger.

"Who?"

She asked, word by word.

"Who is swallowing up the Qin family?"

Chen Bufan did not answer directly.

He walked to the front desk and picked up the black stone that had been pressing down on the Pixiu.

Blackstone feels cold to the touch.

At the bottom of the stone, the vermilion lines have darkened.

Chen Bufan turned the black stone over.

On the back of the stone, there is a very small symbol engraved.

It's not a black fate mark.

But it's just as sinister as the Black Fate Mark.

Qin Ruoxue couldn't understand it.

"What is this?"

"Killing Nail".

Chen Bufan said.

"Used to secure the wealth corner."

Qin Ruoxue asked, "Who could put something like this in?"

"The person doing the renovation."

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"Three months ago, your company renovated both the office and the lobby."

"Check the renovation records."

Qin Ruoxue immediately picked up her phone.

She didn't ask why.

There were no further questions raised.

The loud noise from the elevator was still ringing in her ears.

Now, whatever Chen Bufan says to investigate, she investigates.

The call was connected quickly.

"Zhou Yue".

"Send me all the information about the renovation of the company lobby and the president's office on the 19th floor three months ago, immediately."

The person on the other end of the phone, Zhou Yue, was the administrative director who had just called.

He was still trembling.

"Mr. Qin, now?"

"Now."

"Including what?"

"Contract, design plan, construction company, payment records, referrer, acceptance form."

When Qin Ruoxue spoke, every word sounded as if it had been pulled out of ice water.

She didn't raise her voice—in fact, it was even softer than before, so soft that the person on the other end had to hold their breath to hear her:

"I need to see it all within ten minutes."

Zhou Yue dared not delay.

"Yes, Mr. Qin!"

The phone hangs up.

Qin Ruoxue stood in the lobby waiting.

Those ten minutes felt incredibly long.

The lights on the nineteenth floor were still on.

The administration department dared not send anyone else up there.

The security guards all huddled in a corner of the lobby, and no one dared to approach the elevator.

Chen Bufan then began inspecting other areas of the lobby.

door.

Water feature wall.

Bronze beast.

Crystal chandelier.

Round floor tiles.

Every part of it looks like it has been carefully crafted.

As Qin Ruoxue watched his retreating figure, she felt a powerful yet indescribable pressure.

This is not a psychological comfort.

It's not some charlatan's stunt.

When Chen Bufan looked at these things, it was like a doctor examining a lesion.

Where is it rotten?

Where is the traffic jam?

The knife is hidden there.

He could tell at a glance.

A few minutes later, Qin Ruoxue's phone vibrated.

Zhou Yue sent over the materials.

Qin Ruoxue opened the documents and flipped through them one by one.

Construction contractor: Haicheng Jinhui Decoration Engineering Co., Ltd.

Design Consultant: Mingtang Space Design.

Feng Shui Consultant: Blank.

Acceptance personnel: Administration Department.

Project approver: Qin Yuanshan.

Upon seeing the last three words, Qin Ruoxue actually smiled.

Her second uncle.

Vice Chairman of Qin's Group.

He was also one of the people who strongly advocated for the renovation of the lobby at the board meeting.

He said at the time that the Qin Building had been in use for many years, had an outdated style, and affected the company's image.

He said that if a business wants to transform itself, it must first change its storefront.

He said the lobby is the face of the company and must be changed.

Qin Ruoxue had just taken over the Qin family business at that time, and the South City project was under a lot of pressure. She didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, so she agreed.

Unexpectedly, the real knife was planted back then.

Qin Ruoxue handed the documents to Chen Bufan.

"The approver is my second uncle."

Chen Bufan took the phone and glanced at it.

"Is the construction company related to your second uncle?"

Qin Ruoxue sneered.

"The actual controller of Jinhui Decoration is the son of one of his former subordinates."

"It involves two layers of equity."

"But I know."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"That's right."

Qin Ruoxue had quickly sorted everything out in her mind.

"So it really is him?"

Chen Bufan looked at the interior design floor plan in the documents.

The seven hidden spots in the lobby, the main office on the nineteenth floor, and the black stone in the wealth position all overlap with certain decorative points on the drawings.

This wasn't something the construction team did haphazardly.

It was planned in advance by someone.

Moreover, they understand the situation.

Qin Yuanshan may not understand feng shui.

But he must know someone who understands.

"He knows at least part of it."

Chen Bufan said.

"A portion?"

"This kind of scheme is not something an ordinary businessman could orchestrate."

Chen Bufan returned the phone to her.

"Your second uncle is probably the one who provided the money."

"But the person who truly orchestrated this is behind him."

Qin Ruoxue immediately remembered what Shen Qingyue had reminded her of.

Several cases recently implicated by Chen Bufan all have a name behind them.

Changing one's fate.

"Is it related to changing one's fate?"

Chen Bufan glanced at her.

"It's too early to decide."

Qin Ruoxue understood his meaning.

It cannot be determined.

That doesn't mean it isn't.

She gripped her phone tightly, about to continue speaking.

Suddenly, the sound of a car came from outside the lobby.

It's not one car.

There were several.

The blinding headlights swept across the glass doors, illuminating the entire lobby in a stark white light.

The security guard instinctively looked outside.

"President Qin, someone's here."

Qin Ruoxue turned her head.

Three black minivans were parked in front of the Qin's Building.

The car door opened.

A dozen or so men in black suits got off the bus first.

Then, a middle-aged man in his fifties slowly walked down.

He was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, was slightly overweight, and had his hair neatly combed.

He was holding a black cane.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

But to Qin Ruoxue, that smile was nothing but hypocrisy.

Qin Yuanshan.

Her second uncle.

Qin Yuanshan looked up at the lit-up nineteenth floor, then at Qin Ruoxue standing in the lobby.

He smiled and led his men into the lobby.

"Ruoxue".

"Why are you still at the company so late?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Chen Bufan.

The smile in his eyes now held a hint of displeasure.

"Who is this?"

Before Qin Ruoxue could speak, Chen Bufan had already looked at the black cane in Qin Yuanshan's hand.

At the bottom of the cane, there was a very faint trace of cinnabar.

Qin Yuanshan, however, still smiled gently.

"Ruoxue".

"The company just had an accident, and instead of resting at home, you brought an outsider in."

"What if this gets back to the board of directors?"

"I'm afraid that will be difficult to explain?"