The fortune teller clearly knew this too, so she said, “I wonder what this [RARA] wants me to divine?”
“Before the divination, can I ask you a few questions?” RARA typed.
“Yes,” the fortune teller replied.
“First, do you believe that ghosts exist in this world? Can you answer me from the perspective of a fortune teller?” RARA typed quickly.
“Firstly, the existence of ghosts in this world is established. Secondly, we must view the ‘existence of ghosts’ with a scientific perspective.”
The fortune teller continued, “As a fortune teller, I often deal with supernatural events. The results I divine, and even my profession as a fortune teller, are inherently controversial.”
“Believe it and it exists, don’t believe it and it doesn’t. This is the message I always want to convey to my audience.”
“Very good. Second question, can the soul exist independently of the body?”
“Mr. RARA, I can’t answer you on that, because I don’t know either.”
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“Bad.” He continued typing, “Then let’s ask the divination you wanted to ask.”
“Please speak!”
“You want to know, what you were like ten years ago?”
“Please wait!”
As with the divination for Song Yang earlier, the fortune teller began to silently perform gestures, chanting words.
She flipped over the card on top of the deck.
It was a card with the same background as the previous one, the sky at dusk, and a long shadow of a dog.
Yes, different from the human figure just now, this time it was the shadow of a dog.
“Please, Mr. RARA… I should hurry up and have a good talk with my mom…”
“What… what are you talking about…? Why suddenly mention my mom?”
Mr. RARA’s tone had changed significantly.
“If… you want to repair your relationship with your mom, you have to listen to her carefully.”
“Fortune teller, I asked about what I was like ten years ago, not about my mom?”
“That’s what I mean, if you don’t want to be filled with regret in the future, then you should take this opportunity to talk to your mom more.”
The fortune teller’s voice was low and heavy, “Because your mom… won’t live long.”
“Nonsense, my mom is already dead,” RARA typed angrily.
“[Living on Borrowed Time], that’s the name of this card, I don’t think I need to explain its meaning to you,” the fortune teller said with sadness in her voice.
RARA Living on Borrowed Time!
His mom, would live.
She also found it hard to understand why all the divinations today were about bad futures.
This couldn’t help but remind her of some not-so-good memories from the past.
After a few brief concluding remarks, she ended the broadcast.
Many netizens watching the live stream, including Song Yang, didn’t expect the fortune teller to suddenly end the broadcast. This had never happened in her broadcasting career before.
However, Song Yang received special treatment.
Half an hour after the fortune teller ended the broadcast, Song Yang received a private message on the Goldfish platform, from the fortune teller.
She introduced herself and then directly asked for Song Yang’s home address. Song Yang frowned slightly and asked her what she wanted.
As a result, she said something that shocked Song Yang.
“When I was three years old, I did my first divination. This time I divined my own future. The result I got at the time was that I would be with a boy whose future I couldn’t see. And now, I’ve found you.”
Song Yang was once again dumbfounded.
This was reality, not a fantasy novel.
Could this girl be suffering from adolescent delusions?
He quickly clarified their relationship and then told her to go to sleep.
For the first time, he felt that this fortune teller was definitely not yet an adult.
Underage broadcasting was illegal.
He, as an Investigator, was very clear about this.
However, the fortune teller didn’t listen to him. Instead, she told him that if he didn’t tell her his address, she would commit suicide.
Because the result of her divination was that if she wanted to continue living, she could only be with him. If not, she would die.
And die very tragically.
She said: If she couldn’t be with him, then she would only have one way to survive, and since that was the case, she might as well commit suicide.
Listening to her words, she didn’t sound like she was joking.
Song Yang hesitated for a long time before telling her his apartment address.
Not long after, his door was knocked.
Song Yang was still a little nervous.
‘Is this a meeting with a netizen?’
‘What if the other party is a man? I heard a male voice in the live broadcast, but that doesn’t mean they can’t use a voice changer!’
‘No, I’m not looking for a girlfriend, whether it’s a man or a woman doesn’t matter!’
The main reason Song Yang let her come over was because he knew very well that children who were not yet adults were very rebellious.
Once they were not satisfied, they would really do many extreme things.
In order to save the life of an innocent person.
He could only agree.
‘Ah, this is the duty of an Investigator!’
The chaotic and complicated thoughts were shattered by the knock on the door again. Song Yang no longer hesitated and opened the door directly.
But the moment they saw who it was, they were both stunned.
“It’s you!”
“Officer Song Yang?”
Song Yang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Standing at the door, the timid girl who looked like a quail was Mu Wanqing.
“It’s cold outside, come in and talk.”
It had rained a little tonight. The weather in May was too strange. It was terribly cold in the morning and evening, and terribly hot during the day.
Noticing that Mu Wanqing’s hair was wet, he knew that she had been caught in the rain, so he let her into the house and went to the bathroom to find her a clean towel.
Mu Wanqing entered the house, put on slippers, and sat shyly on the sofa, which was still warm, making her even more shy and afraid to look up.
It wasn’t until Song Yang handed her the towel that she said in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, “Thank you!”
After drying her wet hair, Song Yang thoughtfully handed her a glass of hot water, and then sat opposite her and asked, “Uh, Mu Wanqing, how did you know I lived here?”
“Officer, you are [RARA]! I told you this address.”
Hearing her say this, Song Yang no longer doubted, but instead asked, “Mu Wanqing, what’s going on with your… your work?”
For a moment, he didn’t know how to ask.
Essentially, he didn’t trust divination.
But he didn’t want to define Mu Wanqing’s live broadcast as “false,” because it would hurt the heart of an underage girl.
Unable to think of a suitable wording, he could only replace it with “work.”
“That live broadcast room, it was run by me and Feng Zhizhi,” Mu Wanqing said softly, “When I was in my first year of high school, Feng Zhizhi and I met, and we quickly became good friends who could talk about anything.”
“I told her that I could do divination, and she suggested that I become an online streamer, so I opened a live broadcast room with her on the Goldfish platform.”
Her explanation cleared up the confusion for Song Yang.
However, Song Yang still didn’t believe that divination really existed. After all, it was “feudal superstition.” As someone who only believed in science, he would definitely not believe what Mu Wanqing said about “divination.”