After confirming his body was fine, Song Yang completed the discharge procedures. Soon, he left the hospital and rode his electric scooter back to his rented apartment.
He took a long, thorough shower, feeling refreshed and energized. Only then did he sit down on the sofa.
‘It seems this “Screening” ability can’t be used carelessly in the future. I’m essentially possessing the deceased, replaying their experiences from ten seconds before death.’
‘Victims of homicide cases are rarely clean and comfortable before death, right? They’re definitely in immense pain.’
‘Perhaps my hospitalization, fainting, and convulsions weren’t side effects of the Screening, but rather my body simply couldn’t handle everything the deceased experienced in those ten seconds before death?’
Recalling the professor’s last ten seconds, the beheading, the stabbing, no normal person could endure that. That’s why ‘death’ ended the suffering.
But he wouldn’t die; he’d keep experiencing it.
That sheer awfulness, only someone with a strong will could withstand it.
‘Looking at it that way, I’m pretty tough.’
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Shaking his head, he dispelled these bizarre thoughts. He pulled out his notepad, bit the pen cap, and wrote the letters ‘KEY’ at the bottom.
He wasn’t a god; he couldn’t remember and connect all the clues.
So, he had to write them down and quickly deduce.
‘Feng Zhizhi’s head, combined with the professor’s death information, and the killer’s special tattoo.’
If these three things are tied together, then ‘KEY’ doesn’t mean a key, but the killer’s name—KEY.
The person with the KEY tattoo on their wrist is the one who killed Feng Zhizhi and the professor.
“Find her, and everything will become clear!”
But how to find her was the problem.
‘Right. When the killer KEY killed the professor, they weren’t wearing gloves, which means there must be fingerprints on the broadsword.’
Song Yang’s eyes lit up. ‘In other words, as long as we check the broadsword for fingerprints, we can find her.’
He recorded his deduction in the notepad.
‘It’s just that the woman in the wedding gown appeared again in the professor’s case. And if it wasn’t for her, the professor probably wouldn’t have died, right?’
‘Who exactly is that woman in the wedding gown?’
His phone suddenly vibrated. Song Yang, who already got enough exercise during work, didn’t want to move for a second when he got home.
So, he found a special way to relax.
——Watching live streams.
The Goldfish platform was the only live streaming platform he watched and continued to watch.
And he only followed one streamer.
——Fortune Teller!
A streamer who focused on helping others predict the future.
Of course, Song Yang knew these weren’t real. The so-called predictions were just like those of spiritual charlatans, saying nice things for people who wanted to hear them.
However, it was a good way to have fun and pass the time during his leisure.
So, he kept this habit.
At that moment, the Fortune Teller’s live stream started.
Song Yang happened to need to relax his mind, so he naturally opened the live stream.
The live stream background was simple.
In a slightly dim environment, the background was a lot of two-dimensional figures, a table, a deck of cards, and a short, orange table lamp.
The light from the lamp was very dim, so dim that you could only see the streamer’s hands.
Her hands were beautiful, slender, without wrinkles, and without nail polish, appearing fair.
Because the live stream had just started, the popularity hadn’t risen yet. Song Yang posted a message using the ID ‘Sunny Cheerful Boy.’
“Streamer, hello!”
He received a reply from the Fortune Teller.
“Hello, Sunny Cheerful Boy!”
After saying this, countless comments floated across the entire live stream room, and the Fortune Teller’s popularity began to rise.
It seemed like people who often watched her had arrived.
Her live stream started with a gimmick game.
She would help one netizen with a free divination. The divination target was random. She would take a screenshot after counting down three times, and then select a lucky person.
Song Yang scoffed at this. It was simple. All the targets of her free divination were actually her own people whom she had arranged in advance.
That’s why she always had so much popularity.
Song Yang didn’t want to participate. However, the Fortune Teller chose him.
Strangely, he was the first comment, and his comment had long been buried by the subsequent comments after the Fortune Teller counted down.
So, there was no reason for the Fortune Teller to choose him.
But in fact, he was chosen.
‘Are these comments scrolling? How did it land on me?’ Song Yang was confused.
“Hello, Sunny Cheerful Boy. I can give you a free divination. I want to know anything, I can ask you, and you answer me,” the Fortune Teller said.
Her voice was low and magnetic, as if she was deliberately suppressing her vocal cords.
“You want to know—”
Song Yang typed a few words in the dialog box, paused, and then typed.
“What will happen to my future?”
He hadn’t actually thought about what to ask. After all, anyone who was suddenly called out like this would be stunned for a moment.
Helplessly, he could only think of a random question.
“Next, it’s time to witness a miracle.”
Song Yang muttered a sentence similar to that of a magician.
The Fortune Teller crossed her hands, circled them around the deck twice, and then placed her hands on the cards.
She seemed to be praying, or she seemed to be chanting some kind of ritual.
In short, after 30 seconds, she opened the top card.
Looking at it, Song Yang found the card a little familiar.
The background was the sky at dusk, and there was a long shadow.
“What is this card?”
Song Yang asked.
“This is a deck of cards that I drew myself, so it is different from all the decks of cards on the market. I call it: Clow Cards.”
“And the card in your hand is called〖Mist〗, and its meaning is very simple. It means there are many mists ahead, making people unable to see. Even if I’m not blind, I can’t see the future.”
“So, you mean, you can’t see my future?”
“Yes,” the Fortune Teller replied, “My future is like a mist, a mist that surrounds me, making everything about me unclear to others.”
The Fortune Teller answered.
“Tch, I knew it, this is just a show.” Song Yang said to himself.
The Fortune Teller’s behavior was obviously inconsistent with her previous persona, so the comments were full of questions about her.
She seemed a little nervous and at a loss.
Her voice changed, and she no longer suppressed her voice.
Slightly revealing her true voice.
A beautiful voice that Song Yang felt familiar with.
〖RARA: Help you divination.〗
Along with this large, colorful, eye-catching comment, many valuable gifts were quickly spammed.
Soon, the top of the daily chart became this mysterious big shot called 〖RARA〗.
The Fortune Teller’s daily live stream content was actually to do divination for everyone, and the condition for divination was to be the top of the daily chart.
No matter how much or how little money, as long as they were at the top of the chart.
Making money, nothing shameful!
So, the 〖RARA〗 big shot rightfully won this divination spot.
After all, everyone who had been watching the Fortune Teller’s live stream knew that the Fortune Teller’s live stream had never had a gift exceeding 100 yuan.
And now, the gifts that the big shot had given exceeded 10,000 yuan.
This spot could only be his.