Ji Yu, a great witch from ancient times, foretold the decline of a dynasty's fortune, suffered a backlash, and perished. She reawakened, transmigrated into the body of a young girl who had drow...
[Oh my god, there really is such a big complainer.]
[Poor and White: Anchor, how do we calculate it? ]
"I need to see your face or palm. You can also send me your birth date in private message."
[Poor and White: Let's connect directly. ]
"Connected?"
Ji Yu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously leaned forward. After pressing a few buttons randomly, he finally found the connection button. After turning it on, he connected the line without any effort, and the screen of the computer live broadcast room was split into two.
On the left is Ji Yu himself, and on the right is a woman who looks to be in her thirties.
Ji Yu only took a glance and said with certainty: "Are you looking for your mother?"
The woman's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.
"Yes, that's right. My name is He Ran. My mother disappeared half a month ago and hasn't been found yet. Master, you can tell what I'm going to ask at a glance. Can you find my mother? I'm very worried about her."
Ji Yu looked at the other person strangely.
Do you really care about your mother's safety?
Maybe not.
[If someone is missing, call the police. Why are you looking for a fortune teller? Isn't that funny?]
"You think I didn't report it? But it's been half a month and there's no news. How can I not be anxious?"
[I understand. As the saying goes, when someone is desperate, they try anything. But if this person is missing, what's the point in looking for a scammer? It's not a waste of time.]
[What a waste of time! This anchor is a real master, not a liar. She just helped me find my grandma.]
[Come on, maybe I saw it in advance, it just happened to be so.]
The screen was full of comments expressing disbelief that Ji Yu could find the person. According to the original body's memory, the world thousands of years later believed in science and materialism.
She is a great wizard of Da Xia, and it is very difficult to get a divination from her. It is true that times have changed and the world has changed.
"If the person is not found, I will not charge the divination fee."
Ji Yu looked at He Ran and said a few directions. He Ran was confused by the bunch of professional terms, so she simply translated them.
"According to your current location, walk one kilometer east. Once you get there, I'll give you further instructions."
He Ran hurriedly packed up and drove his electric scooter in the direction Ji Yu said.
【Isn’t this a garbage station?】
[Let's break up, let's break up. This anchor has such a shameless face. It's a pity that he didn't become an entertainment blogger. Why did he become a liar? This is complete garbage. You can't let someone fall into the garbage dump after getting drunk.]
"Of course I'm not drunk. If I were drunk, I wouldn't be drunk for half a month. I still need to use my brain before speaking."
Ji Yu pointed to his forehead, making a sarcastic remark about the comment.
[Hahaha, that's refreshing. I'm a fan of this anchor.]
[I just like to directly confront people who say stupid things. Even if the anchor is not accurate, so what? Anyway, just for this face, I am satisfied with it when I look at it every day.]
He Ran was still sitting on the car seat, and said impatiently: "Hey, I paid for it, don't play tricks on me, where is my mother, this damn place stinks."
"If you let me stay here for half a day without finding my mom, I'm going to report you and call the police."
"On your right, by the garbage pile closest to the wall, that's where your mother is."
[No way, I really slept in a garbage dump? ]
[You must be kidding.]
He Ran felt that he had misheard and laughed angrily: "No, my mother is over 50 years old and usually very refined. How could she sleep in a garbage dump?"
"You'll know if you go and take a look."
Ji Yu leaned back in his chair, feeling very confident.
He Ran walked forward with a hint of doubt. It was summer now, and the rotten and smelly smell made her feel nauseous, but she still forced herself to come to the place Ji Yu mentioned.
Ji Yu's voice came from the phone.
"Open it up, and it's in the black plastic bag at the bottom."
"!!!Why don't you listen to what you're saying?"
[I have a bold idea. Could this person be dead?]
[Even a dead person can't be put in a plastic bag.]
"That's right."
He Ran's tone was filled with anger. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to give Ji Yu a good slap in the face.
I didn't expect that after removing the surface layer of garbage, there was actually a black plastic bag inside, but it was so small, could it hold a whole person?
He Ran hesitantly took out the black plastic bag. It was heavy, as if it contained a watermelon. The moment she took it out, the overwhelming smell of rotten food made her vomit acid water.
"Open her."
Ji Yu's voice seemed to be full of temptation. He Ran opened the bag with trembling hands, revealing a head with closed eyes.
"ah--"
He Ran's legs went limp and he fell to the ground, pointing at the bag with a trembling hand and saying, "This, this is my mother."
[Wow, am I so hot right after I came in? ]
Is this true? It's scary.
[Host, I know you're trying to attract traffic. Go ahead and find someone to act like you. There's no need to be so harsh. Tell me now, this is fake.]
Ji Yu asked curiously, "Why should I seek traffic? Miss He wanted to find her mother, so I told her the truth about her mother's whereabouts. This is only part of the information. The rest of the body parts are in the sewer of a residential complex, and one is in a trash can at the vegetable market."
"The trash can should be easy to search, Miss He, but for the sewer, I suggest you call the police."
[It should be true. Someone even called the police.]
[I'm stunned. This anchor is really something.]
If the calculation is accurate, these two thousand yuan are not expensive. Holy shit, I actually saw an uncensored head in the live broadcast room.
[So this is a homicide case, who is the murderer? ]
Ji Yu didn't speak, but looked at He Ran and asked, "Miss He, do you still want to continue to calculate who killed your mother?"
He Ran came to his senses and shook his head quickly.
"No, no."
"Why not? Your mother was killed."
[You didn't kill your mother, did you? That's why you don't want to continue the arithmetic.]
"Don't spit bloody words at me, or I'll sue you for defamation. This is my mother. How could I possibly kill my own mother?"
"Then why don't you let the host calculate it? Everyone in our livestream thinks he's pretty accurate. You could just let the master figure out the murderer, and your mother's innocence would be redressed."
"You guys are really nosy. Whether I am or not is none of your business."
"It's none of their business, but if you choose to protect the murderer, you might be the next to die."
"Don't scare me. I don't believe he can do that."
The live broadcast room was in an uproar.
[This woman obviously knows who the murderer is? ]
What's going on? He knew who killed his mother, yet he still covered it up? Family members, what a show of filial piety!
Ji Yu sneered: "He Ran, even if I don't tell the police, they will find out who the murderer is soon. If you actively cooperate now, maybe you won't be implicated."
"Involved? Hahaha, but people like my mother deserve to die."