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

The lights in the interrogation room were very bright.

Gu Huai'an sat on the iron chair.

His left hand was handcuffed to the table.

His right arm was wrapped in gauze, and the wound from where the bullet had grazed him was still bleeding.

His face was ashen, his hair was disheveled, and his gold-rimmed glasses were gone.

But his eyes still hadn't completely given way.

Like a doctor whose lab has been shut down, the heartache isn't about how many people died, but about the destruction of their own research.

Lin Wanqing sat opposite him and opened the interrogation record.

When did the underground third-floor longevity care area of ​​Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital begin operation?

Gu Huai'an remained silent.

Lin Wanqing looked up.

"Gu Huai'an, if you don't speak up now, someone else will."

"Han Shaoming is giving his statement."

"Su Lin provided the video."

"The identities of the donors rescued from the third underground level are being verified one by one."

"The server, drug inventory, transport records, and VIP ward data have all been sealed."

"How much longer do you think you can hold out?"

Gu Huai'an smiled.

"Officer Lin."

"You can find the person."

"The medical records are available."

"The account can be found."

"But you can't find the birth date."

The clerk quickly wrote down everything he said.

Lin Wanqing put down the cup in her hand.

"Then you can explain it to me."

Gu Huai'an looked at Chen Bufan sitting next to him.

"He understands."

Chen Bufan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

A few days ago, after Gu Huai'an was hit by Lin Wanqing, Chen Bufan finally couldn't hold on any longer and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, two days later, I found myself in a VIP ward at the city hospital, receiving an IV drip.

Having just recovered, he insisted on coming to see the trial of Gu Huai'an.

Gu Huai'an stared at him, his voice hoarse:

"Mr. Chen."

"You've broken the Life-Turning Array."

"You should have seen it."

"Those people upstairs have more than one lifeline on their bodies."

Chen Bufan kept his eyes closed.

"I saw it."

A complex emotion flashed in Gu Huai'an's eyes.

Like excitement.

It also seems like resentment.

"Then you should know that Changsheng Kangyang Hospital is not a scam."

"It really can extend lifespan."

Lin Wanqing interrupted him:

"A hospital that prolongs life by killing people?"

Gu Huai'an shook his head.

"Stop using such crude words as 'murder'."

"I've said it many times, what we're doing is transferring the remaining life force."

"Those who make donations for longevity will also have their lifespan wasted by illness, poverty, and accidents."

"It can be transferred to VIP customers to realize greater value."

Chen Bufan opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Haven't you been woken up yet?"

Gu Huai'an's face stiffened.

Chen Bufan continued:

"The children, elderly people, and patients on the third basement level have all been rescued."

"Your so-called life-extending formation has also been broken by me."

"The backlash from the top-tier VIPs."

"Chang Sheng Kang Yang Hospital has been sealed off."

"You're sitting in the interrogation room."

"Still talking about value?"

Gu Huai'an's lips twitched slightly.

"What do you know?"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with a sickly light.

"You think I'm only doing this for those rich people?"

"Do you think the value of Changsheng Kangyang Hospital is just extending the lives of a few people?"

"No."

"Those wealthy people are just clients."

"It's just a source of funding."

"They were just test subjects."

Lin Wanqing's eyes flickered.

"What do you mean?"

Gu Huai'an closed his eyes, as if he had finally decided to tear off the last layer.

"The people who are truly served by hospitals are never them."

The interrogation room fell silent.

Lin Wanqing paused, her hand holding the pen still.

Chen Bufan looked up.

Gu Huai'an said, word by word:

"It's Mr. Lu."

These four words fell.

The air in the interrogation room seemed to have turned colder.

Lin Wanqing asked:

What is the relationship between Lu Changsheng and Changsheng Rehabilitation Hospital?

Gu Huai'an smiled.

"Relationship?"

"Without Mr. Lu, there would be no Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital."

"Without the Longevity Foundation, there would be no third underground level."

"Without the life-changing technique, there is no life-extending array."

As he spoke, a hint of fanaticism appeared on his face.

"You think we're extending the lives of the wealthy?"

"In reality, those wealthy people are just firewood in the stove."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Are even the rich made of firewood?"

"right."

Gu Huai'an leaned forward slightly.

"They're paying money to extend their lives."

"We give them longevity."

"But each time lifespan is extended, it is never fully granted to them."

"Some of it was taken away."

Gu Huai'an looked at him and smiled strangely.

"Yes."

"Every single time."

"Every VIP."

"Every time my condition improves..."

"Each time the lifespan is successfully renewed."

"A portion of their lifespan will be taken away."

"That portion of lifespan does not enter the VIP body."

"I won't stay in the hospital either."

"It will flow into one place."

Lin Wanqing immediately pressed for an answer:

"Where?"

Gu Huai'an shook his head.

"I have no idea."

Lin Wanqing said:

"You're the dean, don't you know?"

"I am merely an executor."

Gu Huai'an looked at her.

"I'm in charge of the hospital."

"Responsible for screening donors."

"Responsible for communicating with the families of wealthy individuals."

"Responsible for making the medical records look plausible."

"Responsible for maintaining the Longevity Array."

"But I can't see the place where that portion of lifespan is actually received."

Chen Bufan asked:

"Fate Account?"

Gu Huai'an's eyes lit up.

"right."

"Mr. Chen, your statement is very accurate. This is the greatest invention of our time."

"An unknown destiny account."

"Each time a person's lifespan changes, a new lifespan will be added to their account."

"At least a few months."

"At most a few years."

"A very small number of high-quality donors can be extracted for more than ten years."

The clerk standing nearby felt a chill run down his spine.

"You treat human lifespans like numbers?"

Gu Huai'an said calmly:

"Medicine also treats human life as a numerical indicator."

"blood pressure."

Heart rate.

Blood oxygen.

"Tumor markers".

Organ function.

"Lifespan is just another indicator."

Lin Wanqing asked:

"So, that kid Liu Xiaojun, you've been labeling him for twelve years?"

Gu Huai'an was silent for a moment.

"His destiny is very pure."

"Another child with congenital heart disease."

"They weren't necessarily going to live long anyway."

Lin Wanqing slammed her hand on the table.

"He's been rescued!"

"The doctors assessed that as long as he receives proper follow-up treatment, he has a very high chance of surviving!"

Gu Huai'an glanced at her, his tone calm:

"That's your judgment."

"He is a high-quality donor here."

Chen Bufan stood up.

Gu Huai'an looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Chen."

"You want to hit me?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

I do not strike those who are about to die.

Gu Huai'an's expression changed.

Lin Wanqing also looked up at Chen Bufan.

"What's wrong with him?"

Chen Bufan stared at Gu Huai'an's brow.

"His life lamp has already been drawn."

Gu Huai'an's pupils contracted.

Chen Bufan said:

"The Longevity and Wellness Hospital was destroyed, and the Longevity Array backfired."

"You, as the dean, are closest to the hearth."

"You think you're just the one in charge."

"Actually, your lifespan has already been recorded on the stove."

Gu Huai'an's face gradually paled.

"impossible."

Chen Bufan continued:

"You just said it yourself."

"Everyone is firewood."

"Of course you are too."

Gu Huai'an's lips trembled.

He suddenly looked down at his hands.

The doctor's hands, which were once clean and steady, were now trembling slightly.

Several gray spots appeared on the back of my hand at some point.

Like age spots.

It also resembles the death lines that appear after one's life force has withered and died.

"impossible……"

"Mr. Lu wouldn't do this to me."

Chen Bufan sneered:

"Xuan Qingzi thought the same thing before he died."

The color drained completely from Gu Huai'an's face.

Lin Wanqing gave him no chance to catch his breath.

"Who exactly is Lu Changsheng?"

Gu Huai'an looked up, his eyes momentarily blank.

Then, as if remembering something extremely terrifying, he lowered his voice:

"He...he's not human."

The interrogation room fell silent.

Lin Wanqing frowned:

Explain yourself.

"You're trying to atone for your crimes by doing good deeds."

"The silencing talisman on you has been removed by Chen Bufan, so there's no need to fear retaliation."

Gu Huai'an simply shook his head and sighed deeply.

"I have no idea."

"I really don't know."

"I first met him five years ago."

"Before the establishment of Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital"

"He looks very young."

"Not even thirty years old."

"But the tone of his voice doesn't sound like that of a young person."

"He understands medicine."

"Understand capital."

"Understands Feng Shui."

"Understands fortune telling."

"They even understand the medical system from a hundred years ago and old-fashioned charitable halls."

Gu Huai'an's throat bobbed.

"At the time, I thought it was just because he came from a family with a strong academic background."

"Later I realized that wasn't the case."

Chen Bufan asked:

"What did you find?"

Gu Huai'an looked at him and said, word by word:

"He knows too much that only those who experienced it firsthand would know."

"Epidemic relief during the Republic of China era."

"An orphanage during a time of war."

"The morgue of an old hospital from the last century."

"There are also some old cases in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) that have long been forgotten."

"He doesn't seem to have read about it in a book."

"He seemed to have seen it with his own eyes."

Lin Wanqing and Chen Bufan exchanged a glance.

Gu Huai'an continued:

"I asked him."

"Mr. Lu, how old are you exactly?"

He just laughed.

He said that age is only meaningful for ordinary people.

"For the immortals, it's just a bunch of old grievances."

Chen Bufan seemed to remember something.

The immortal.

Lin Wanqing asked in a low voice:

"So he's been using other people's lifespans to prolong his own?"

Gu Huai'an nodded, then shook his head.

"This is not a regular life-saving measure."

"Ordinary life extension can only extend one's lifespan by a few years."

"But Mr. Lu is different."

"He didn't simply extend his lifespan."

"He's trading his life for it."

Chen Bufan said:

"Exchanging life for another."

"right."

Gu Huai'an said:

"His body was like a container."

"Every so often, new lives need to be added."

"Old age".

"Children's birthday".

"Patient lifespan".

"The extra lifespan that the wealthy gain after extending their lives."

"A destiny drawn from the fortunes of the wealthy."

"The black fate mark nurtured by the ghost marriage chain."

"These things will eventually be incorporated into the longevity system."

"And at the end of the longevity system is Mr. Lu."

Lin Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

The case of the bride in red.

The Qin family's money-borrowing scheme.

The Song family's ghost marriage.

Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital.

These cases all appear to be serving different clients.

The Qin family sought wealth.

The Song family is seeking offerings.

The wealthy seek longevity.

But the one who truly reaped the biggest benefits was Lu Changsheng.

Chen Bufan finally understood.

Why couldn't the "Record of Destiny" reveal his fate when he first met Lu Changsheng?

It's not because Lu Changsheng's destiny is so extraordinary that it's impossible to fathom.

It's because he doesn't have just one life.

His fate was one he fought for.

Keep changing.

Continuing.

Keep eating.

Therefore, the destiny chart is blank.

Because no life truly belonged to him.

Lin Wanqing asked:

"Is there any evidence?"

Gu Huai'an shook his head.

"Mr. Lu never leaves behind direct evidence."

"He will not personally participate in the hospital's operations."

"In all the documents, he is only listed as an associate of the Changsheng Foundation or a guest at a charity gala."

"His name rarely appears even in the hospital board records."

"The one that is truly directly linked to the hospital is the Changsheng Foundation."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"Is there any record of the 'unknown fate' account you mentioned earlier?"

Gu Huai'an remained silent for a few seconds.

"Some of them."

Lin Wanqing immediately asked:

"Where?"

Gu Huai'an looked at Chen Bufan.

"There is a secret room in the hospital."

"Behind the dean's office."

"There are some old files inside."

"It's not an electronic file."

"It's a paper document."

"There are also some photos."

Chen Bufan asked:

"Why not destroy it?"

Gu Huai'an gave a wry smile.

"That's not mine."

"I have no right to destroy it."

Lin Wanqing immediately stood up:

"lead the way."

Half an hour later.

Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital.

Dean's Office.

The bookshelf on the wall was opened.

There was a hidden door behind it.

The door isn't big.

You need to swipe the dean's access card and fingerprint at the same time.

Gu Huai'an was forced to open the door.

After the hidden door was opened, there was a secret room of less than ten square meters inside.

There are no windows.

All four sides are moisture-proof cabinets.

There was a smell of old paper in the air.

Lin Wanqing led people in to collect evidence.

The cabinet contains a large number of old files.

This is not a modern medical record.

It was an account book.

photo.

letter.

Old-fashioned hospital records.

There are also some yellow papers with birth dates and death dates written on them.

Chen Bufan walked to the very back.

There was a black wooden box there.

There was no lock on the box.

There is only one black life mark.

Chen Bufan pressed it down with an old copper coin.

The box lid is opened.

There was an old photograph inside.

The photo has yellowed.

The edges are brittle.

It looks like it's at least a hundred years old.

The background of the photo is an old-style Western-style building.

A sign hangs at the entrance:

Jiren Nursing Home

There is a group of people standing in the photo.

There was a gentleman wearing a long gown.

There were merchants wearing round hats.

There were several thin children.

There was also a young man.

The man, dressed in a white long robe, with gentle features, stood in the center.

He is very young.

She looks to be in her late twenties.

A faint smile played on his lips.

The moment Chen Bufan saw that face, his fingers paused slightly.

Lin Wanqing also came over.

The next second, her expression changed.

"This is……"

The young man in the photo.

She looks exactly like Lu Changsheng.

Chen Bufan flipped through the photos.

There is a line of calligraphy on the back.

[A group photo taken on the opening day of the Jiren Nursing Home in 1923.]

[Left by Lu Changsheng.]