Chapter 221 Daughter Not Home

Women occasionally watch Gu Yunxi's live streams and know that her live streams have never had any mishaps.

Now that this has happened to her, she desperately hopes that what the anchor said is false.

“As a public figure, I can’t lie about what I say. Your daughter did indeed die a week ago, which is why you’ve been having nightmares lately.”

[Ah! Was it a premonition? If she had come to the live stream sooner, would this tragedy have been avoided?]

The woman last time was luckier; she dreamt that her mother was trapped, but thankfully, everything turned out alright in the end.

I really hope the "master" is a charlatan and everything she says is a lie, so the woman's daughter will still be alive.

Seeing that the anchor's face remained expressionless, it was clear that what she said was true.

With a dejected expression, her eyes were once again clouded by tears as she faced the camera.

"Of course, it's only 7 p.m. now. If you don't believe me, you can video call your daughter. After all, she has her own phone, doesn't she?"

"Oh right," the woman wiped away her tears hastily, quickly picked up her spare phone, and made the call.

Regardless of whether what the master said was true or false, she had to verify it.

Soon the phone rang again, and the other party immediately hung up. Undeterred, she called again, but the same thing happened.

Fortunately, they made a direct voice call over there.

The woman answered the call, and it was her husband's voice: "Why didn't you answer the video call? I want to see Xiaoyue."

"She said she was tired and had just fallen asleep. I'll call you later."

Ask him to take a picture of you.

Gu Yunxi's words reached the woman's ears: "It's okay if she's tired. I always feel uneasy if you take a picture of her. I'll be relieved to see that she's safe and sound."

The man hung up the phone, and about three minutes later, he sent a photo.

The woman glanced at her sleeping daughter, still wondering if the fortune teller had really made a mistake today. Her daughter was asleep and hadn't been harmed.

She held the photo in front of the camera and said, "Master, this is a photo my ex-husband sent me. My daughter is really sleeping."

"Hold on tight, let's all check the authenticity of the photo."

Gu Yunxi was curious to see what kind of high-tech equipment could produce such realistic photos.

The girl in the photo is indeed fast asleep, but something just feels off.

[Lady, your husband is a Photoshop expert! Isn't this a photo from the internet? He just changed his profile picture.]

[I was wondering why this photo looked so strange, like I'd seen it somewhere before. Turns out it was a composite.]

Yes, that's exactly the feeling Gu Yunxi was trying to describe. Two photos were combined into one, and if someone is careless, they definitely wouldn't notice the strangeness in it!

"Indeed, as everyone says, this photo is a composite. There's a high chance he hid your daughter's body."

The woman quickly picked up her phone and stared intently at the picture. It was indeed her Xiaoyue; there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, he didn't know anything about photo editing or Photoshop; in her eyes, this photo was simply of her daughter.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go find your daughter, or her body will be gone."

"ah!"

The woman hurriedly got up, grabbed her phone, put on her coat, and rushed out the door.

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath. With everyone cheering you on, you won't lose."

Gu Yunxi then prepared to send a message to the official account of the local "Hat Uncle".

It's no wonder I didn't search! When I did, oh my god, there were hundreds of official hat accounts in my own live stream.

I always do live streams on a whim, turning them on and off whenever I want, never imagining that these official departments are also silently watching my live streams.

She actually felt a little embarrassed.

The woman rode her bicycle absentmindedly, hoping that what the master had said was all a lie. Xiaoyue was her husband's biological daughter, and he wouldn't do something so beastly.

Twenty minutes later, she parked her car and rushed to her ex-husband's house.

A loud knocking sounded at the door. The woman pressed her ear to the door and listened carefully, but there was no response from inside.

He called his ex-husband, but the phone rang inside the house.

The ringing was cut off, and after a while, the man opened the door, a hint of panic even flashing across his face.

He didn't let the woman in, but instead blocked the doorway, saying, "What are you doing here? We're already divorced."

My ex-husband's family lived in a small courtyard house. This area is a new rural area, and the government has not yet demolished it.

The man stood by the door frame, showing no intention of letting the woman in.

"If you have anything for Xiaoyue, just give it to me. She's already resting. If you barge in, I'll report you for trespassing!"

The man was tall, somewhat dark-skinned and thin.

[Charge!]

Hearing the master's advice, the woman rushed in, and the man couldn't stop her because of her size.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue?"

The woman ran into the child's room and found no one on the bed. The room was neatly folded and very clean.

She placed her hand on the bed and touched it; it was icy cold, with no signs of anyone having slept on it.

She then ran to her husband's bedroom. The bed was covered with blankets and in a mess. Her daughter wasn't there, and the living room was out of the question.

She shouted her daughter's name in the yard, but there was no kitchen, bathroom, or backyard.

She then fixed her red eyes on her ex-husband, "Where's Xiaoyue? Didn't you say she was sleeping at home? I've looked everywhere, but I can't find her anywhere."

"I just woke up and went shopping with Aunt Xu." The man stammered in a panic.

"Okay, then give me the phone, I'll ask."

The woman met his gaze, her eyes filled with rage, as if she wanted to tear the man before her to pieces.

"Since she's gone out to play, I'll stay home and wait for her."

The woman collapsed onto the sofa, wanting to see how her ex-husband planned to fool her.

But when she sat on the sofa, she felt a strange, eerie, and cold atmosphere in the room.

She touched her shoulder. "Why is your room so cold and damp?"

His face seemed pale. Could it be that this beast really killed her daughter? The house was eerie; was this the primary crime scene?

[The master was right. Her daughter really did get into trouble. Be careful; if that man loses his temper, the woman will be in danger.]

"Cold? I don't feel cold at all," the man said, sitting on a chair nearby.

"It's getting dark. I still advise you to leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you encounter something terrible on the road, losing your life would be a big deal."

"Your daughter's body is hidden to the southeast of you!"

Upon hearing the anchor's voice, the woman jumped up.