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

There was another woman in the car that day.

"Song Wenjie is dead."

"But that woman didn't die."

"She survived."

"Song Huai-ren, guess where she is right now?"

After Chen Bufan finished speaking, Song Huai Ren was stunned and slammed back into his chair.

The sandalwood incense in the study was still burning.

The smoke drifted slowly upwards.

But Song Huai-ren's face was so pale it was completely bloodless.

He was still putting on airs as the head of the Song family just now.

He speaks steadily.

His tone was somber.

His lawyer and bodyguards stood behind him.

It's as if everyone has to shut up the moment he opens his mouth.

But now, he showed signs of panic.

Although it was only for a moment.

But it's enough for millions of live stream viewers to see clearly.

The comments section went completely crazy.

Was there a woman in the car?

[Holy crap, Song Huai-ren's expression changed!]

Who is this woman?

She survived? Then she must know the truth about the car accident!

[Investigate quickly, Officer Lin!]

[A three-year-old case is about to be reopened!]

The lawyer next to Song Huai-ren also changed his expression, looking at Song Huai-ren in disbelief.

He clearly didn't know about this.

Or rather, he never expected Chen Bufan to say it in front of the entire internet.

Out of professional ethics, the lawyer quickly stepped forward.

"Mr. Chen, please immediately cease these baseless accusations."

"The case of Mr. Song Wenjie's car accident has been closed."

"Every word you say now will become evidence for our prosecution of you."

Chen Bufan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"You'd better ask Song Huai-ren before you file a lawsuit."

"Does he dare to let the police re-investigate that car?"

Song Huai Ren stared intently at Chen Bu Fan.

"The car has been scrapped."

Chen Bufan's tone remained unchanged.

"The car has been dealt with."

"This does not mean that anyone has been punished."

Lin Wanqing immediately spoke:

"Song Huai Ren".

"You have already mentioned Song Wenjie's car accident case several times during the live broadcast."

"Now Chen Bufan has raised new questions."

"The police will investigate in accordance with the law."

Song Huai-ren's voice was very impolite:

"Officer Lin."

"You're a police officer."

"Not an assistant to that kind of internet celebrity scammer."

Lin Wanqing's expression remained unchanged.

"Therefore, I only believe in evidence."

She turned to look at the technical team.

"Re-investigate the Song Wenjie car accident case from three years ago."

"Retrieve the accident file."

"Check the police response records from that year."

"Get the photos from the scene."

"Check insurance claim records."

"Review vehicle wreckage handling records."

"Also, all surveillance footage from the highway, ring road, and southern city section on that day."

The technician responded immediately:

"yes!"

Song Huai-ren's expression grew increasingly grim.

In the live stream room, Xu Yao was still sitting on the living room floor.

He was firmly standing on the marriage certificate.

The sounds of gongs and drums outside the door had subsided considerably.

The wedding procession outside was also waiting for the outcome from the Song family.

Chen Bufan looked at Xu Yao.

"Keep stepping on it."

Xu Yao gritted her teeth and nodded.

"I'm stepping on it."

Her voice still had a sob in it, but it was a little more steady than before.

Because she finally understood that this was not solely her fault.

It's not that she's unlucky.

She wasn't possessed by an evil spirit.

Someone used her life as a fig leaf for the Song family.

A few minutes later.

Lin Wanqing received the first set of documents.

The technician spoke quickly:

"Team Leader Lin, the case file for Song Wenjie's car accident has been retrieved."

"Records show that the accident occurred at 1:47 a.m. on August 19, three years ago."

"The location is the elevated section of the South Ring Road."

"It rained heavily that night."

"Song Wenjie's blood alcohol content is above the legal limit."

"The vehicle was speeding."

"It caught fire after hitting the right-side guardrail."

"Song Wenjie died on the spot."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"The people in the vehicle?"

The technician paused for a moment.

"The case file only records Song Wenjie."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"Continue checking the hospital emergency room records."

Lin Wanqing immediately said:

"Check if there were any women with car accident injuries at nearby hospitals during the same time period."

A short while later.

The technician's voice changed.

"Captain Lin, we've found it."

"At 2:23 a.m. on the night of the accident, Chengnan Second Hospital received a young woman."

"Multiple abrasions, mild concussion, and a fracture in the left arm."

The reason given for the injury was a fall.

"But the emergency room doctor's note included: suspected traffic accident injury."

Lin Wanqing's eyes turned cold.

"Name."

"Meng Yun".

The moment the name was mentioned, Chen Bufan's eyes flickered.

Xu Yao was also taken aback.

"Meng?"

"Meng Yun?"

Technicians can quickly retrieve information.

"Meng Yun, female, deceased."

"Time of death... half a month ago."

Lin Wanqing suddenly looked up.

Chen Bufan also looked at the screen.

The technician's face had turned quite grim.

"She was the victim in the first case of a bride in red in Yunjiang City."

The live stream went silent for a second.

The next second, the comments exploded like a bomb.

What?!

Was the first bride in red a survivor of the car accident?

Holy crap, it's connected!

[Meng Yun is that woman!]

Why did the Song family want to kill her?

Isn't this tantamount to silencing them?

Song Huai-ren's expression changed drastically.

"impossible."

He spoke instinctively.

The lawyer's face turned pale the moment those three words were uttered.

Because Song Huai-ren reacted too quickly.

It happened so fast it felt like I was hearing the name for the first time.

Lin Wanqing looked at him coldly.

"Song Huai Ren".

"Do you know Meng Yun?"

Song Huai-ren quickly composed himself.

"I don't know him."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"You know him."

"You not only know Meng Yun."

"You also know her sister."

Song Huai-ren's fingers slowly clenched.

Chen Bufan continued:

"Meng Yun has a younger sister named Meng Yu."

"She died at the Qiyuan Real Estate South City Project."

"It wasn't an accident."

"He was killed by Song Wenjie."

Song Huai-ren suddenly stood up.

"That's enough!"

In the study, a teacup was swept off his sleeve.

It shattered on the ground with a loud crack.

The lawyer quickly said:

"Mr. Song, you must not say any more."

Song Huai Ren shoved him away and stared at Chen Bufan with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Chen Bufan".

"What exactly do you want?"

Chen Bufan's voice was cold:

"Pay back your life."

In the live stream, everyone held their breath.

The investigation into Lin Wanqing's case is also ongoing.

The technician quickly said:

"Team Leader Lin, we've found Meng Yu's information."

"Meng Yu, female, was 22 years old at the time of her death."

He died three and a half years ago near the Qiyuan Real Estate Chengnan project.

"The original record is a fall from a building."

"But no formal criminal case has been filed."

"The family members have petitioned the higher authorities multiple times."

"It was later withdrawn."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Reason for withdrawal?"

"The documents state that the family accepted the compensation."

Lin Wanqing gave a cold laugh.

"Compensation amount?"

"Eight hundred thousand."

The live stream chat was filled with angry comments.

[Eight hundred thousand for a life?]

[Did Song Wenjie kill the girl, and is the Song family covering it up?]

[Is it because Meng Yun is the older sister that she went to Song Wenjie to demand an explanation?]

[And she was in the car the night of the accident?]

[The Song family has now arranged a ghost marriage for her and killed her? That's too cruel!]

Chen Bufan looked at Song Huai Ren.

"After Meng Yu died, Meng Yun continued to investigate."

"She doesn't believe her sister committed suicide."

"She found out about Song Wenjie."

"On the night of the car accident, she asked Song Wenjie to come out."

Song Huai-ren gritted his teeth:

"It wasn't her who asked Wenjie out."

"It was she who was pestering Wenjie."

The words had just left his mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Wanqing's eyes sharpened.

"You just said you don't know Meng Yun."

Song Huai-ren's face suddenly stiffened.

The lawyer was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Mr. Song!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[They've been exposed!]

He's getting anxious!

He just said he didn't know me, but now he's accusing me of harassment!

This old man knows everything!

Chen Bufan looked at Song Huai Ren.

"Finally stopped pretending?"

Song Huai-ren was breathing heavily.

He seemed to realize he had misspoke, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Lin Wanqing didn't give him a chance to back down, and directly said to the technician:

"Continue the investigation."

"The phone records between Song Wenjie and Meng Yun on the day of the car accident."

"And Meng Yun's phone location."

"Although Song Wenjie's phone may have been dealt with back then, the carrier's records can still be retrieved."

The technician said:

"Requesting retrieval is in progress."

Chen Bufan continued speaking.

"That day, Meng Yun obtained the evidence."

"Evidence proves that Meng Yu did not commit suicide."

"This proves that Song Wenjie and several people in charge of the Chengnan project drove her to her death."

"Song Wenjie panicked."

"He had been drinking."

"Drag Meng Yun into the car."

"They want to steal the evidence."

"Meng Yun argued with him in the car."

"The car is going faster and faster."

"Then the brakes failed."

Chen Bufan paused for a moment and looked at Song Huai Ren.

"You had someone move the brakes."

"The original plan was to cripple Song Wenjie."

"Shut him up."

"But you didn't expect that Meng Yun was also in the car."

Song Huai-ren's lips trembled slightly.

But he still stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Nonsense."

"That's all nonsense."

Chen Bufan said:

"Song Wenjie died after the car accident."

"Meng Yun was thrown out of the car but survived."

"She was afraid the Song family would kill her."

"So they fled to another city."

"For the past three years, she has been secretly investigating your Song family."

Until about two weeks ago.

He looked at Lin Wanqing.

"She received a red wedding dress."

Lin Wanqing's face was frighteningly dark.

"Meng Yun was the first bride in red."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"The first person the Song family needs to deal with is not finding a bride for Song Wenjie."

"We need to use a ghost marriage to suppress Meng Yun's resentment."

Xu Yao felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

"So she wasn't randomly selected?"

"Of course not," Chen Bufan said.

"Meng Yun is an avenger."

"He's also the person the Song family fears the most."

"With her death, Song Wenjie's old car accident case has lost a key survivor."

"At the same time, her destiny was used to complete the first bow."

Lin Wanqing immediately understood.

"And what about the second one, Su Man?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Su Man is a wedding makeup artist."

"She should have been familiar with the Song family's ghost marriage procedures."

"Or perhaps they learned about the origin of the red wedding dress by chance."

"So she became the second."

Xu Yao's face turned even paler.

"And what about me?"

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"You've been to the Song family."

"I have seen Song Wenjie's portrait."

"I also came into contact with that wedding dress."

"Your birth charts are compatible."

"So you're third."

Xu Yao bit her lip tightly.

Tears started falling again.

"So from the beginning, I wasn't unlucky."

"I was chosen by them."

Chen Bufan nodded.

"right."

Song Huai-ren suddenly sneered.

The laughter was low and muffled.

Yet it exudes an uncontrollable ruthlessness.

"Chen Bufan".

"You spoke brilliantly."

"But you still have no evidence."

He looked at Lin Wanqing.

"Officer Lin."

"You have no evidence for what happened three years ago."

"Meng Yun died in Yunjiang, and you have no evidence to prove that she was related to the Song family."

"Xu Yao receiving the wedding dress might be a setup by someone framing the Song family."

"As for what you've mentioned about ghost marriages, fate, and resentment."

"The court will not recognize it."

Song Huai-ren sat back down in his chair.

Even though his face still looked terrible, he forced himself to remain calm.

"The Song family will not be defeated by a few metaphysical deductions."

"You can't touch me."

Chen Bufan looked at him and suddenly asked:

"Who told you I was going to use metaphysics to influence you?"

Song Huai-ren squinted.

Chen Bufan turned to look at Xu Yao.

"Xu Yao".

"You said you went to the Song family for a makeup test."

Xu Yao nodded immediately.

"right."

"They asked you to take atmospheric photos of a set of red wedding dresses."

"right."

Did you take any photos at the time?

Xu Yao paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered.

"have!"

"I took photos to document the work!"

"I found it strange that the client didn't have a live model, so I took a few photos for my records."

"There's another one, a photo of the deceased taken in the living room."

Song Huai-ren's expression changed instantly.

Xu Yao immediately checked her phone.

Soon, she sent the photo to Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing opened it and took a look.

The photo shows a room decorated as both a funeral hall and a wedding room.

In the very center hangs a black-and-white portrait of Song Wenjie.

In front of the portrait, a red wedding dress was placed.

Next to the wedding dress, there was a piece of red paper.

Although the photo isn't very clear.

But you can make out two characters on the red paper.

Marriage certificate.

Lin Wanqing's eyes darkened.

"Song Huai Ren".

"This photo."

How do you explain that?

Song Huai-ren stared at the screen.

His face gradually turned ashen.

Before he could speak, the technician called out again.

"Team Leader Lin!"

"Yunjiang police have just sent supplementary information."

"A fragmented fingerprint was found on the red rope at the scene of Meng Yun's death."

"It couldn't be matched before."

"We just added information about Song family members to the comparison."

"Hit!"

"Who is it?"

The technician looked at Song Huai-ren on the screen and said, word by word:

"The steward of the Song family's old residence."

"Zheng Fu".