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

The video of Li Hao collapsing with blood flowing from all seven orifices was transmitted to Chen Bufan's phone within ten minutes.

It was Wang Tianming who sent it first.

The video is very short.

Volunteer activity area on the first floor of the Chang Sheng Foundation.

Several young people are organizing public service materials.

The next second, a boy in his early twenties stood up, his face pale.

He raised his hand and touched his nose.

His hands were covered in blood.

Immediately afterwards, blood gushed from his eyes, ears, and mouth.

The person fell straight down.

The surrounding volunteers screamed.

The video ends abruptly here.

Lin Wanqing's phone rang at the same time.

"You saw it?"

"Um."

"The incident did not occur at the headquarters of the Changsheng Foundation, but at their branch in the east of the city."

There's a charity gala there tonight.

"It's nominally a rehabilitation project to care for seriously ill children."

"Lu Changsheng may be at the scene."

Chen Bufan stood up.

"It's not possible."

"He must be here."

Lin Wanqing's voice sounded urgent:

"I've already led the team there."

"But there were many VIPs present."

"Entrepreneurs, foundation directors, medical investors, media representatives, as well as many children who have received assistance and volunteers."

"We can't just force our way in."

Chen Bufan picked up the "Record of Destiny" and the old copper coins.

"He calculated that perfectly."

Lin Wanqing said:

Where are you now?

"On the way."

"wait for me."

Chen Bufan hung up the phone.

The night outside the window was deep and dark.

The city lights resemble an spread-out net.

In the center of the net, a black lamp of destiny has already been lit.

Half an hour later.

Chang Sheng Foundation, Chengdong Branch.

This building isn't as high-profile as the headquarters.

The exterior is an unassuming gray and white building.

The logo of the Changsheng Foundation hangs at the entrance.

The lights are on full display tonight.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance.

The protocol staff stood in two rows.

The sound of a piano and soft conversation drifted from the hall.

The theme of the banquet scrolled across the electronic screen:

Lighting up lives, protecting the future

The line below in smaller print:

[Chang Sheng Foundation Charity Gala for the Rehabilitation Assistance of Seriously Ill Children]

The entrance was filled with luxury cars.

The guests were well-dressed.

Some people were exchanging pleasantries while holding champagne.

People are taking photos in front of the public service display board.

People are taking photos with the children they are helping.

In front of the camera, they smiled gently and kindly.

If you hadn't just seen the video of Li Hao bleeding from all seven orifices, no one would think that someone was dying here.

When Chen Bufan got out of the car, Lin Wanqing was already waiting for him at the side door.

She was wearing a black coat.

"Something's not right."

Chen Bufan glanced at her.

"explain."

Lin Wanqing spoke very quickly:

"The first floor is for a charity gala."

"The second floor is the VIP lounge."

"The third floor is the foundation's office area."

There are two underground levels.

"The official registration specifies that it is a warehouse, equipment room, and public welfare material storage area."

"But after Li Hao's accident, two volunteers went missing."

"In addition, twelve children who are receiving assistance are present tonight."

"Five of them can no longer be contacted."

"Five?"

"right."

Lin Wanqing lowered her voice:

"Foundation staff said the children were being interviewed by the media backstage."

"But when we asked for confirmation, the other party kept delaying."

Chen Bufan looked up at the building.

In his eyes, the entire foundation branch was shrouded in a faint black aura.

It is different from the longevity furnace at Changsheng Kangyang Hospital.

This is not a furnace.

It looks more like an altar.

The first floor is filled with human voices.

The second floor is for guests.

Underground is where lifelines converge.

Chen Bufan said:

"The ceremony has begun."

Lin Wanqing asked.

"Can you see the entrance?"

Chen Bufan looked towards the end of the hall.

"The entrance is behind the banquet hall."

"But that's where the most people are."

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth.

"Lu Changsheng did it on purpose."

There were at least two hundred guests present.

"Many of them have sensitive identities."

"There are still media people filming."

"If we just storm in, they can immediately say that the police are interfering with charity activities."

Chen Bufan glanced at the yellow booklet in the cloth bag.

"He placed the hostages under the light."

Lin Wanqing nodded.

"right."

"And he also let those VIPs in."

"Anyone could be a victim of murder."

"Anyone could just be an ordinary donor."

"The scene must not be chaotic."

Chen Bufan said:

"Then there won't be any chaos."

He strode toward the main entrance.

Lin Wanqing grabbed him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go in."

"Under what identity?"

Chen Bufan took out the certificate for external consultant of the special case team.

"this."

Lin Wanqing frowned.

"They might not acknowledge it."

Chen Bufan looked at the guests filling the hall.

"Then I'll change to an identity they recognize."

Lin Wanqing was taken aback.

"What is your identity?"

"The person whose live stream was banned across the entire internet."

After saying that, he walked straight to the door.

The protocol staff quickly stopped him.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

Chen Bufan looked up.

"no."

The concierge's smile froze.

"I'm sorry, sir, tonight is a private charity dinner. You cannot enter without an invitation."

Chen Bufan didn't waste any words and directly stated his name:

"I am Chen Bufan."

The concierge's expression changed instantly.

The staff member next to him immediately picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Chen Bufan has arrived."

Although the voice was kept very low, Chen Bufan still heard it.

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man in a suit strode out.

He wore a professional smile.

"Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Lu said that if you come, you can go straight in."

Lin Wanqing's eyes sharpened.

really.

Lu Changsheng had been waiting for him for a long time.

Chen Bufan looked at the middle-aged man.

Where is he?

"Mr. Lu will see you later."

The middle-aged man smiled and turned to the side.

"please."

Chen Bufan walked into the hall.

Lin Wanqing followed behind with two police officers.

The middle-aged man tried to stop him.

Lin Wanqing directly showed her credentials.

"Special Case Unit".

"Cooperate with the investigation."

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged.

"certainly."

"The foundation is willing to fully cooperate with the police investigation tonight."

Cooperate.

These two words again.

Chen Bufan found it ironic.

As soon as I entered the hall, all eyes turned to me.

The piano music continued.

The crystal chandelier was bright.

The champagne glasses clinked together with a crisp sound.

The charity display board features photos of seriously ill children receiving assistance.

The children laughed innocently.

It says next to it:

Because of love, life is rekindled with hope.

Chen Bufan's gaze swept over the photos.

Several children's lifelines have already been severed by half.

There are still several children whose lives are hanging by a thread.

They are not here to receive aid.

They are the chosen donors.

A middle-aged man who looked like an entrepreneur frowned as he looked at Chen Bufan.

whisper:

"Is he that fortune-telling livestreamer?"

A woman next to me whispered:

"There's been a lot of noise online lately."

"I heard that he was the one who set up Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital."

Another person sneered:

"Doing charity work can be accused of harming people; these people online are terrifying these days."

"How much money has Mr. Lu donated over the years? How many children has he saved?"

"A streamer says a few words and gets judged by the entire internet."

These words were spoken softly.

But Chen Bufan heard it clearly.

He stopped and turned to look at the group of people.

The expressions on those people's faces stiffened slightly.

Chen Bufan did not swear.

"Are you here tonight to donate money, or to prolong your lives?"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The middle-aged man's expression changed.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

If you don't understand, just pretend I didn't ask.

The middle-aged man angrily said:

"You're a superstitious and feudalistic broadcaster, don't spout nonsense here."

"This is a charity gala, not your live stream."

Chen Bufan shrugged:

"The live stream has been banned."

"no way."

"That's why I had to come in person."

This remark instantly created a subtle atmosphere in the hall.

Many guests' expressions changed.

Some people don't know him.

Some people I know, but I pretend not to.

Some people know even more and have already quietly retreated.

The voice came through Lin Wanqing's earpiece:

"Team Leader Lin, someone is blocking the backfield tunnel."

"Access to the underground entrance is locked."

"With media present, the foundation's legal department requested that we not disrupt the dinner's order."

Lin Wanqing spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Continue to apply pressure."

"Searching for missing volunteers and children."

Chen Bufan stood in the center of the hall and suddenly looked up at the second floor.

There is a circular corridor there.

VIPs can stand on the second floor and overlook the entire hall.

At this moment, there is no one on the second floor.

But Chen Bufan could sense a gaze watching him from a dark corner upstairs.

mild.

calm.

It's like watching a play that's been arranged in advance.

In the hall, the host tried to calm the atmosphere.

"Distinguished guests, the charity auction is about to begin."

"Please take a short break."

"All proceeds from tonight's donations will go towards a rehabilitation assistance program for seriously ill children..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Bufan suddenly spoke:

"assistance?"

His voice wasn't loud.

But it overshadowed the host's words.

Everyone looked at him again.

Chen Bufan pointed to the public service photos on the wall.

"Among these children."

"How many are still in the building?"

The host's expression changed.

"Mr. Chen, these are all long-term relief projects of the foundation..."

Chen Bufan interrupted:

I asked, "How many are still inside?"

The host was speechless.

Lin Wanqing immediately stepped forward to cooperate:

"Please provide the foundation immediately with a list of all children receiving assistance tonight and their real-time locations."

Legal personnel will arrive immediately.

"Officer Lin, children's information involves privacy, and we need authorization from their guardians..."

Lin Wanqing retorted sharply:

"Someone is currently missing."

"You're talking to me about privacy?"

The legal representative's expression changed slightly, but he still tried to stall.

"We're not refusing to cooperate, we just need to follow the procedures."

Chen Bufan looked at the guests in the room and suddenly smiled.

"process."

He walked step by step to the center of the hall.

All eyes were on him.

There is anger.

There is unease.

He felt guilty.

There was dodging.

Chen Bufan looked up, his gaze sweeping over the respectable faces.

"The Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital has three underground floors, and there are procedures involved."

"Donor ID".

"Remaining lifespan assessment".

"Matching objects".

"Determine the lifespan."

"Every step was done with professionalism."

"Every word is very clean."

The hall was completely silent.

Some people turned pale.

Some people tried to leave, but found that police officers were already guarding the entrance.

Chen Bufan continued:

"In the case of the bride in red, the Song family also had procedures."

"Send the wedding dress."

"Marriage certificate".

"Persuade the family to accept the money."

"Please have the sorcerer perform the wedding ceremony."

"Every step is done according to the rules."

"But behind the rules are human lives."

"There's a procedure here tonight as well."

"Charity Gala"

"Charity auction".

"A group photo of the children who received assistance."

"Volunteer service".

"Donation by a VIP".

"Media reports."

"On the surface, it's a good deed."

"Underground is where fate is transformed."

The room erupted in uproar.

A noblewoman couldn't help but say:

Do you have any evidence?

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"Do you want me to have it, or not?"

The noblewoman's face stiffened.

Chen Bufan said:

"Someone I hope I don't have."

"It's best to get away from underground now."

"Because once the battle begins..."

"You think you're VIPs."

"Actually, it might just be more expensive firewood."

As soon as these words were spoken, panic began to spread throughout the hall.

Some people thought they were attending a charity gala.

Now, when they hear "more expensive Shiba Inu," their faces change.

Someone started calling the assistant.

Someone tried to leave.

Someone questioned the foundation staff.

The situation began to spiral out of control.

The foundation's legal department hurriedly called out:

"Chen Bufan, this is blatant fabrication!"

"You are disrupting the order of a charity event!"

Chen Bufan ignored him.

He looked at the guests in the hall and said, word by word:

"Who's sitting here today?"

"Don't play innocent."

"Some of you were tricked into coming here."

"Some people come here to donate their reputation."

"Some people come here to save their lives."

"Some people already knew what was going on underground."

"Now I'm giving you a chance."

Where are the children and volunteers?

No one spoke.

The lights in the lobby suddenly flickered.

Chen Bufan looked up.

Someone was standing in the circular corridor on the second floor at some point.

Dark suit.

Tall and slender.

His eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

A faint smile played on his lips.

Lu Changsheng.

He stood on the second floor, his hands gently resting on the railing.

Looking down at Chen Bufan in the hall.

It was as if the host had finally appeared at his banquet.

All eyes turned to them.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice:

"Mr. Lu..."

Lu Changsheng smiled slightly.

"Mr. Chen."

"You arrived faster than I expected."

Chen Bufan looked up at him.

"You started it up much faster than I expected."

Lu Changsheng's smile remained unchanged.

"no way."

"You smashed my ancestral incense burner."

"I had no choice but to find another venue to reschedule the performance."

Many guests in the hall had their expressions suddenly change.

This statement is tantamount to publicly acknowledging a part of something.

But Lu Changsheng didn't seem to care.

He slowly opened his arms.

It's like welcoming a guest who has come from afar.

"Mr. Chen."

"Welcome to my birthday banquet."