Zhou Ziheng suddenly choked up as he spoke, "Originally, I was planning to ask Tianrui out for dinner after the audition, but the producer and the director said they wanted to have a meal and talk in detail. I really couldn't turn it down, so I had to go."
"At the time we agreed on, he called me again, but it was really inconvenient to answer the phone, so I just hung up..."
"Then after the dinner, I called him back, but I couldn't get through. And then... then I saw it on the trending search..."
"I saw the news that he committed suicide by jumping off a building!"
After Zhou Ziheng shouted this, his emotions suddenly got out of control, tears streaming down his cheeks, and soon his face was covered in tears.
Wen Wan's heart was suddenly torn apart, and her brows were subconsciously furrowed tightly. She clearly wanted to comfort the other person, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. In the end, all she could say was just a single word, "Brother..."
She opened her arms and hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly, choking with sobs as she tried to persuade him, "Brother, it's not your fault, it's really not your fault..."
Zhou Ziheng let him hold him silently, and his breathing became heavier.
After a while, he suddenly laughed at himself, "Do you know... after I rushed to the hospital and saw him lying motionless on the bed, what was I thinking?"
"I hate myself. I hate that I didn't notice his abnormality earlier. I hate that I gave up the appointment for work. How many times have I dreamed of that day in the middle of the night? I dreamed that I went to the appointment, I dreamed that I received that phone call, and I dreamed that he was still alive and well."
"I couldn't sleep all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see him lying lifeless on the hospital bed. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed that he was blaming me and saying he hated me."
"No, no!" Wen Wan felt such pain in her heart when she heard his crazy words that she couldn't help crying.
She sniffed and choked up as she said, "Senior Qiao won't do that. Don't you know him best? He's always cared about you and wanted you to live well. How could he hate you?"
Zhou Ziheng spoke in great pain, "I know, I know he won't blame me, but I just can't get over this hurdle. I really can't convince myself that this was just an accident."
"I stayed in the hospital for a very long time that day, hoping to wait for his soul to come and solemnly say 'I'm sorry' to him, but no matter how long I waited, he didn't come."
"Finally, Xu Jie forcibly dragged me back home. Then, every night when I couldn't sleep, I would stand at the window and look out. I saw many strange ghosts, but he was the only one I couldn't see!"
"I don't understand. I don't understand why he doesn't want to come see me. Does he really hate me to this extent?"
Wen Wan tried hard to adjust her mood, and kept reminding herself in her heart that she must not be led in by Zhou Ziheng.
Then she gently stroked his back and comforted him, "Brother, have you ever thought that maybe he just doesn't want to scare you, because he knows you are afraid of ghosts, so he doesn't want to see you?"
Zhou Ziheng stared blankly ahead, no one knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he spoke again, "They all said before that if God gave me this ability, it must be useful, but... I can't do anything to help. I'm really useless."
"That's not right." Wen Wan softly refuted him, and then said seriously, "Brother is not useless, you just didn't know how to use it at that time."
"Brother, you shouldn't always feel sorry for yourself. You should have stepped forward bravely earlier and found out the truth."
"The truth?" Zhou Ziheng repeated doubtfully.
"Yes." Wen Wan answered firmly, then gently separated from him, reached out to wipe the tears from his face, and asked seriously: "Brother, do you really think this matter is as simple as jumping off the building?"
"Do you think a normal person would jump off a building for no apparent reason? He used to be so sunny, why would he become so depressed and even commit suicide by jumping off a building?"
"He must have encountered difficulties, something he couldn't solve, so he ended his life in this way."
"Now isn't the time to regret. We should find out the truth behind Senior Qiao's suicide and understand why he became so depressed. Was he bullied by someone? What do you think?"
These words seemed like a guiding light, instantly allowing Zhou Ziheng to find peace of mind. His heart warmed, and he murmured excitedly, "The truth... the truth... you're right! I should go find the truth!"
"When I first heard about his suicide, I couldn't accept it. I've always had doubts about it and I've been following the incident closely,"
"But after a careful investigation and evidence collection by the police, they found that he had indeed committed suicide. The camera nearby also recorded the whole process, so I accepted this fact."
"I also think he may have made such a sudden decision because he lost control of his emotions. I have always regretted it very much. I always think that if I had rushed over in time, maybe he would not have done such a stupid thing."
"But I really never thought about what happened to make him become like this..."
"So... let's go find the truth together!" Wen Wan looked at him firmly and said very seriously, "Let's find out what happened to Senior Qiao back then!"
"Yeah." Zhou Ziheng wiped the tears from his face and nodded to her vigorously, but the next second he asked distressedly, "But... where should we start?"
Wen Wan suddenly revealed a confident smile, raised her hand and patted her chest and said, "Of course it starts with me!"
Zhou Ziheng guessed, "You mean..."
"That's exactly what you think!" Wen Wan answered straightforwardly.
He then explained carefully, "Although Senior Qiao has been gone for many years, and the karma he had should have almost dissipated, we still have to give it a try. What if we can predict something?"
Let’s do it if we say so!
After making up her mind, Wen Wan didn't waste any more time and directly dragged Zhou Ziheng to the living room and took out two copper coins from the drawer of the coffee table.
She never used coins when fortune-telling before, because with her level of Taoist skills, the accuracy could be achieved without coins.
But Qiao Tianrui has been dead for many years, and after reincarnation, the cause and effect will gradually dissipate. It is hard to say how much remains now. We can only use the most precise method, treat a dead horse as a living one, and give it a try!
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