Chapter 34: Thirty-four days after quitting the circle, you want to report it again with your real name? ...

At the enthusiastic reminder of fans, Sang Qiqi searched through the search box of Li Zi Live and found the video speech of the extraordinary man after Jiang Zhenlai visited the funeral home more than half a month ago.

Her eyes quickly scanned the angle at which the other person's hand fell and then rose as he angrily slammed the table. The wind blew up, causing the medical record report underneath to rustle. She paused the video and saw the name.

Wu Wenlin.

Wu Wenlin's report card listed his age as 52, but the man in the video looked much older due to his excessive thinness. His skin was wrinkled and clumped together, and when he exerted himself in anger, the bones beneath his skin were faintly visible. At first glance, he looked like a man in his seventies.

Sang Qiqi said she was going to the restroom, then turned off-screen to flip through a copy of the Book of Life and Death. The book she had was from the Beijing North area, and seeing that Wu Wenlin's IP address also showed Beijing North, it wasn't difficult to find.

Sang Qiqi's eyes focused on the name 'Wu Wenlin' and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

It says: 30 years of life, died at 23:25 in 2003.

Just by watching Wu Wenlin in the video, Sang Qiqi could tell he'd committed countless evil deeds. Logically, he should have died young, just as the Book of Life and Death showed. Yet, when his life span expired, he paid a renewal fee and lived an extra twenty-two years?

[Where's the anchor? Constipated?]

[I said I was going to the restroom, so why is he gone?]

[Wait, is there a ghost in the livestream? Did Wu Wenlin's son show up? I think I saw his account.]

[I saw it too!]

[No way, you chased Jiang Zhen all the way to Sang Qiqi's livestream? I say, you really need to stop being so obvious about extortion. In the video where your dad went crazy over Jiang Zhen's store visit, most netizens were trying to reason with him, asking him to calm down. Only a few people called him an idiot and then blamed him on Jiang Zhen? Your dad even cursed people himself!]

[Exactly… I was the one being scolded. I told him not to be so superstitious. It was Jiang Zhen who went to the funeral home, not you. Besides, if you're going to be bumped off after seeing funeral homes, then all funeral homes should be closed. He ended up scolding me and even sent me a private message asking if I wanted to die with him. What a psycho!]

[My words are rude, so I’m leaving now]

[Jiang Zhen, remember this! You absolutely cannot give them any money!]

[I didn't give them any. That's why they're staring at Jiang Zhen like flies because I didn't give them any. If I had given them any, they would have taken the money and gone off to have fun. /Smile]

As the discussion heated up, Sang Qiqi finally returned to the camera. She glanced at her vibrating phone. It was a message from Jiang Zhen, saying sorry. She probably hadn't expected Wu Wenlin's son to be so dog-like, sniffing his way into Sang Qiqi's livestream room.

Jiang Zhen had spent the past two days battling Wu Wenlin's family. Knowing their true colors, he didn't want them to ruin the positive atmosphere of Sang Qiqi's first livestream. After apologizing to Sang Qiqi, he considered quitting Li Zi Live. But before he could even click the "×" in the top right corner, Sang Qiqi said, "Don't leave so quickly. I'll treat you to a show."

After sending the message, Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows as she faced the camera. "Is Wu Wenlin's son here? Will he join the live chat? Today I'm giving you a chance to explain to over 3,000 netizens what's going on with your father."

[? ? ? ?]

[What? Jiang Zhen cares about you, and you're leading Jiang Zhen into a trap?]

[The Wu family feels that their news hasn't spread far enough. Aren't you helping them? Jiang Zhen's 10,000 yuan gift to you is nothing!]

[Jiang Zhen is a big victim/doge]

[Am I the only one who thinks Sang Qiqi will argue with Wu Wenlin once he's on the mic? After all, that's how she dealt with Qiao.]

[I think so too, hahahaha]

[Everyone, please don't underestimate our Sister Sang, okay? Our Sister Sang is not such an ungrateful woman!]

The comments were in chaos, but Wu Haohua didn't have time to pay attention to them. When he heard Sang Qiqi say that she was willing to let him go on the microphone and tell him in detail about the difficulties his father had encountered, his eyes lit up.

The whole family knew that his father was in poor health and was always running to hospitals, temples, and Taoist temples every few days. He spent a lot of money on daily basis, and they had some complaints in their hearts. They thought it would be better for his father to pass away earlier so that they would not have to save the money.

But when his father lay half-dead in the hospital ward, his team felt a strange sense of regret. Fortunately, a relative came to visit his father and said, "I thought he was doing well a while ago. I didn't think he was really affected by that live streamer's store visit."

This relative is his father's cousin, and they both believe in gods and Buddhas, so they get along very well.

However, the casual remark he made at that time took root in Wu Haohua's heart.

With this relative's help and reminder, he opened his father's phone and the Lizi Live app, carefully reviewing the video of his father's outburst and the events that unfolded. Wu Haohua dismissed any talk of bad luck or conflict. But when he saw the insults from netizens under his father's video, a plan came to his mind.

His father's health could have held on for a while, but after posting this video and being insulted by this group of netizens, he became devastated. It must be because he was affected.

But Wu Haohua knew that ordinary netizens didn't have much money, so it was impossible to find someone to cheat him out of a million yuan. So he turned his attention to Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen is a well-known anchor on Lizi Live, with nearly 10 million followers and millions of likes on each of his videos, proving his considerable income. Furthermore, this incident was caused by Jiang Zhen, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to be held responsible for his father's illness.

Thinking of this, Wu Haohua began to imitate his father's methods without hesitation. He posted a video, accused Jiang Zhen, and bit Jiang Zhen tightly, trying to peel off a layer of skin from Jiang Zhen.

Unfortunately, to his surprise, Jiang Zhen turned out to be a tough guy. As a live streamer, he refused to take any losses, even if he lost some followers in the past two days, he was unwilling to pay him.

Wu Haohua had no choice but to keep posting videos, unwilling to spend money on traffic. Luckily, he discovered that soon after posting the videos, several streamers who disliked Jiang Zhen and had conflicts of interest with him were giving him traffic.

But Wu Haohua still felt it was not enough.

Not enough traffic, not enough influence, nothing is enough!

Until Sang Qiqi suggested pulling him to the microphone.

Sang Qiqi might be an 18th-tier celebrity, but she was still a celebrity. She and Qiao Tianyi had been trending on the internet for a while, and while Wu Haohua wasn't a fan, he'd heard a bit about the entertainment industry's turmoil. Furthermore, the fact that Sang Qiqi's first livestream had over 3,000 viewers confirmed her considerable popularity.

Wu Haohua immediately replied in a very polite manner: Thank you, Ms. Sang, for giving us poor people an opportunity to speak out.

[Emm, I understand the truth, but don’t make your words sound too nice.]

[The poor people are the evil-minded people who are addicted to extortion?]

[Sang Qiqi didn't provide it, and you didn't speak out. You posted twenty videos a day, afraid that others wouldn't know that your father was dying.]

[Looking forward to it]

[I have shared the live broadcast room with my brothers and sisters. I hope they won’t feel that it is too unlucky and offends them. Amen]

The microphone button lit up, and the large screen was instantly split into two sections. To allow Wu Haohua to speak more clearly, Sang Qiqi enlarged his section and immediately turned on his camera and audio. After a slight tremor, the face of a man in his twenties appeared in the live broadcast room.

A closer look revealed that Wu Haohua and Wu Wenlin looked somewhat similar, except that the former was significantly heavier, twice as deep and wide as Wu Wenlin, and he also looked overweight. His narrow eyes gleamed, but as soon as the microphone was turned on, he immediately began to weep and wail miserably, "I've seen many people accuse me of blackmailing people, but that's not true. My father finally recovered over the years and was about to see me get married and have children, but instead he was besieged by Jiang Zhen's fans and is now in the hospital, dying. How can I, as his son, accept this!"

[Get married? I see you have small earlobes, a short philtrum, and a sunken palace for children. You clearly have a face that indicates a childless person. You're not going to give birth to a son or daughter.]

[Holy crap, is there anyone in this livestream who can tell fortunes? So awesome?!]

[Huh? Wasn't there a video of you breaking up with your ex-girlfriend on the Lizi platform yesterday? You even slandered her, calling her a money-worshipper. Am I remembering this wrongly?]

[If the sister above remembers correctly, he found a new girlfriend in just one day and is planning to get married/doge]

[Just looking at this look, I understand why your ex-girlfriend broke up with you/sweat wipes]

[Looks like a pig, but has a heart much darker than a pig]

Sang Qiqi held up half her face with her palm, watching Wu Haohua perform with all his might. It must be said, his acting was quite good. He even managed to shed tears after just a few howls. Those who didn't know him would have really thought he'd suffered a great injustice.

She asked, "Didn't you call the police?"

Just a few simple words made all of Wu Haohua's words stuck in his throat.

Can you call the police for this?

If you call the police, you won’t be sure who will be arrested.

After all, his father cursed others in a more unpleasant way, even using genitals to talk about the other person's ancestors. If he called the police and the other party turned against him, he would definitely not be able to escape the charge of insulting others.

He simply pretended not to hear and continued to cry, talking about how difficult his father Wu Wenlin had been through over the years.

Sang Qiqi wasn't particularly angry about his inability to understand, or rather, his pretense of not understanding. She switched her hand to continue supporting her face and enthusiastically suggested, "Words are not enough. You said your father is in the hospital, barely alive. Why don't you take us to see him? Otherwise, what if you're a liar?"

Hearing this, Wu Haohua's eyes brightened.

He had previously posted a video of his father lying sick in bed, and some people accused him of putting on a show. They said medical records and reports could be forged, and that hospitals could be rented on their own, which had infuriated him. But now, Sang Qiqi's proposal had completely resolved all his problems!

Wu Haohua immediately said, "Okay, I'm in the hospital right now."

Today, it was Wu Haohua's turn to stay by the hospital's side, and he was incredibly reluctant. He'd rather spend that time playing a few more games, having a few more drinks, or playing a few more rounds of mahjong. But there was no other way. During this special period, he had already presented himself as a filial son and grandson in front of the camera, so he couldn't let his image fall apart. So, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and serve the old man.

He had just felt the ward was stuffy and wanted to go out for a smoke and some fresh air. Then, he happened to see someone privately message him: Jiang Zhen refuses to give money to your family, but is happy to spend it on female celebrities.

What would Wu Haohua do after hearing this?

Following the other party's prompt, he immediately opened Li Zi Live and found Sang Qiqi's live broadcast room.

However, before he had the chance to make trouble in Sang Qiqi's live broadcast room, Sang Qiqi discovered his presence because of the audience's reminder, and enthusiastically invited him to join the live broadcast to complain.

He held his phone high, determined to capture the entire hospital. He even explained to the audience, "I'm downstairs in the inpatient department. Look at this building. Anyone familiar with Beijing Second Hospital should know I'm not lying. My dad lives on the twelfth floor. Please follow me up."

There were not many people in the elevator late at night. Wu Haohua kept muttering and playing the victim while waiting for the elevator door to open.

A few seconds later, the elevator arrived at the twelfth floor and he walked towards the ward.

His father was currently staying in a triple room, but two days ago, the other two old men in the ward had reached their scheduled time, so they were moved out. No new patients had been brought in yet, which was good, at least it was quiet, and he didn't have to listen to the old men groaning and wailing in the middle of the night, which kept him awake.

After entering the ward, Wu Haohua couldn't wait to put the camera in front of Wu Wenlin's face.

Wu Wenlin's face looked even uglier than in the video that day, a lifeless grayish-grey color. At first glance, it did look like his end was near.

Wu Haohua shed a few tears and pretended to wipe his eyes. "Look, my dad is really dying, and now there are many people online saying I'm just putting on a show. My dad and I have had a deep relationship since we were young. My mom passed away shortly after giving birth to me, and he raised me. It wasn't easy for him to raise a burden like me. He was in poor health and couldn't do heavy work, so he could only find simple jobs that didn't pay much. My father and I lived frugally, and we saw that I would soon start a family and a career, but who knew such an accident would happen!"

"Yeah, that sounds pretty miserable." Sang Qiqi nodded, "But—"

She changed her tone and asked curiously, "I don't think I've asked your father what disease he has?"

Wu Haohua: "He has so many illnesses. All aspects of his health are not good. He was malnourished as a child, and he worked hard after getting married, so his body has always been weak..."

Before he could finish describing his father's tragic life, he heard Sang Qiqi drawl out an "oh." Then, in a lighthearted tone that was completely different from the heavy atmosphere, he asked, "How did you work so hard? Did you work so hard to commit so many evil things, and you got the retribution? That's why he's in poor health?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire live broadcast room fell silent and no one spoke.

Until the clock hanging on the wall behind Sang Qiqi suddenly dinged, and the reminder sounded at twelve o'clock.

[I knew it! I knew it!!]

[Hahahaha, as expected, someone who can openly fight with Qiao can't be that cowardly. No matter how you look at it, letting Wu Haohua take the mic isn't a good idea.]

[This mouth never disappoints me]

[Be careful, Wu Haohua might try to blackmail you too! !]

[Laughing! Wu Haohua's frozen expression is hilarious. I've taken a screenshot to commemorate the occasion.]

[It's obvious that she's never been a fan of a star and doesn't understand Sang Qiqi, otherwise how could she dare to come on the mic and ask for a scolding]

An apartment in northern Beijing.

Jiang Zhen's cousin took a deep breath and tightly grasped the arm of the person next to him, his eyes lighting up like lightbulbs: "Brother, you're right, brother. Sang Qiqi is really helping you vent your anger!"

Jiang Zhen: “…”

When did he say that Sang Qiqi helped him vent his anger?

His original words were clearly: Since Sang Qiqi said she would invite him to watch a show, she must have her own ideas.

Jiang Zhen rubbed his nose, watching the girl on the screen, her innocent face and sweet smile whispering words of despair. The irritation he'd felt over the past few days at the hands of the Wu family miraculously vanished. He exhaled slowly, a glimmer of light gradually emerging in his eyes. But then, thinking that Sang Qiqi might also be implicated in today's live broadcast, his brows furrowed again.

He sent a WeChat message to Sang Qiqi with some concern.

The sound of the phone vibrating was very obvious on the screen, but Sang Qiqi just glanced at it casually and didn't care at all.

She raised her eyebrows at Wu Haohua and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Wu Haohua finally came to his senses.

He finally understood that Sang Qiqi was not so kind as to "take charge" for him. She clearly wanted to pull him onto the microphone and mock him face to face!

Maybe he wants to take advantage of his traffic!

Wu Haohua gritted his teeth and said immediately, "Isn't that a bit too much? My dad has no grudge against you. Now that one foot is in the grave, you are still insulting him like this!"

[Although, it actually makes sense.]

[Well, the person is already dying, so it doesn’t seem right to just throw the blame on him.]

[Come on, even if it was extortion, it was Wu Haohua's doing. It has nothing to do with Wu Wenlin, right? There's no need to be so harsh.]

[Sister!! With the traffic on your livestream, if someone really wanted to sue you for defamation and insult, you'd have no chance of escape!]

[Who is actually a fan of Sang Qiqi?]

Sang Qiqi ignored the concerns and accusations from the comments, blinking and saying, "How can telling the truth be associated with insults? How about this, to confirm whether I insulted your father, should we call the police?"

Call the police?

Why did we have to call the police again?

Wu Haohua subconsciously resisted these two words, but then he saw the comments echoing, "It's not whoever calls the police is right," and then thinking back to the comment just now saying, "If someone really wants to sue you for defamation and insult, how can you escape?" He rolled his eyes and nodded immediately, "Call the police if you want! As a public figure, you deserve a lesson for insulting my dad in front of so many people."

It was Sang Qiqi who suggested calling the police, so naturally she was the one who made the call.

However, this call was made directly to the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Fuping District Public Security Bureau.

Kong Xingyan, who was sleeping at home, was startled awake when his cell phone rang. He ruffled his messy hair and sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to take a sip of Zhang Bo's Moutai, a strong force pulled him out of his dream.

The wine you can’t drink in reality, you can’t drink in your dreams either.

After rubbing his face, Kong Xingyan answered the phone. When he heard the familiar girl's voice, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then he put the phone in front of him and finally saw the three words "Sang Qiqi" clearly. He opened his mouth and asked uncertainly, "Are you going to report me again with your real name?"

Sang Qiqi: "Yeah."

Dozens of minutes later, the police car came to Sang Qiqi Funeral Home.

Sang Qiqi, who was still in a standoff with someone in front of the camera, glanced out the window, stood up calmly, and said, "Okay, the police are here. I'm going to the police station first. Friends who have placed orders with Ofo, don't worry. We will reply to you by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. If you can't wait, you can cancel your order. Bye."

She waved her hand and closed the live broadcast room quite casually.

[? ? ? ?]

[Oh my god, I don’t understand this development anymore]

[That's the sound of a police car, is it really coming?]

[I was just wondering if this was just some staged act by Jiang Zhen, Wu Haohua, and Sang Qiqi to gain traffic... but that police car seems a little too real.]

[Acting is impossible. I have an elder who works as a nurse in the Second Hospital. I asked her about it, and she said that there is indeed a patient's son who has been causing trouble for a live broadcaster/sweat wipes]

[Will Sang Qiqi be able to come back? Is she locked up like this?]

[Let's take a step back. Can't we just continue the live broadcast? I want to see you two face off in front of the police.]

Inside the apartment.

Jiang Zhen and his cousin exchanged a bewildered glance, clearly having not expected things to develop to this point. His cousin opened his mouth and asked quietly, "Brother, what should we do now? Is there going to be any problems with Sister Qiqi?"

Jiang Zhen looked down at WeChat on his phone.

There was a message from Sang Qiqi saying "Relax", and it was sent just thirty seconds ago.

By this time, Sang Qiqi should have already gotten into the police car.

Thinking of the other party's special paper-made items and her deceased mother's repeated appearances in her dreams, Jiang Zhen pursed her lips and finally decided to believe Sang Qiqi.

He said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look first, there shouldn't be any problem."

At this moment, in the police car.

Kong Xingyan, who was still a little groggy from lack of sleep, rubbed his ears. Unable to react, he quickly said, "Say what you just said again."

Sang Qiqi: "I say, the Wu Wenlin lying in the ward right now is not the real Wu Wenlin, but Wu Wenlin's twin brother, Wu Wentao. The real Wu Wenlin is probably buried in the basement or backyard of their hometown right now."

Kong Xingyan: “???”

He couldn't control his voice a bit: "You know all this?"

Sang Qiqi quickly pulled out two color photos from a copy of the Book of Life and Death, and pointed at the two people on them. "The one on the left with three moles on his face is Wu Wenlin, and the one on the right with a clean face but a wound on his earlobe is Wu Wentao."

After stuffing the photo into Kong Xingyan's hand, Sang Qiqi took out her phone again, opened the album, and flipped through a few screenshots, explaining them one by one:

"This is the video 'Wu Wenlin' posted about half a month ago criticizing Jiang Zhen for livestreaming his store visits. Look at him in the video. Isn't his face very clean?"

Kong Xingyan leaned over, squinted his eyes, took a look, and nodded.

But then he frowned: "Maybe he had the mole removed?"

Sang Qiqi nodded and said, "Indeed," but then she swiped the photo and said, "Look at this one again. I was just chatting with Wu Haohua on the mic, and he took a picture of his dad. I took a screenshot of it."

The photo was enlarged, and the lying 'Wu Wenlin' revealed a part of his earlobe, on which there was a very small scar.

Kong Xingyan: "...Fuck!"