Chapter 140 Earning 90 Million in a Week 04
"Wait, you sent me two information packages before."
"One is the research data of the live broadcast room, and the other is Tang Ze's resume and cause of death..." Jiang Yuelu opened the first compressed package and took a quick look at it, confirming that Xia Yi's mastery of the Linya City live broadcast room surpassed his own.
"How strange. You're not here at all..." But you know everything about the live broadcast.
Xia Yi raised an eyebrow, "How do you think I watched your live broadcast?"
“You are participating in the live broadcast, and I am watching the live broadcast.”
"You, Mingyang Sihai, and Tangze, I can see them all on my phone."
"cell phone?"
"Yes." He shook the phone in his hand, and Jiang Yuelu felt the camera shake along with it. The oversized screen could easily make people dizzy.
At the moment of dizziness, he heard Xia Yi say: "Your live broadcast is being played on an APP."
Jiang Yuelu seemed to have a premonition, "What is the name of that APP?"
"Scale buds." Xia Yi replied.
The atmosphere was subtly stagnant.
Whether it was the Lin Ya City where Xia Yi was, or the one he was in. Whether it was this square and cramped room, or the thriving city, they all seemed to be connected by the strange name "Lin Ya".
But he has received too few clues so far, and is unable to uncover the truth in this dense network.
"So... you've been watching the live broadcasts on the Lingya... APP. That's why you know the broadcasters so well."
It has to be said that Xia Yi does have unique innate conditions.
Not only him, but all other viewers who can watch the live broadcast have advantages. Information advantages.
Anchors like Jiang Yuelu may be better than their viewers in terms of live broadcast effects and skills, but anchors have a fatal flaw - they have to spend a lot of time on live broadcasts, and live broadcasts take up a lot of time.
But the audience is different. Their fingers can slide on the screen continuously. If they are interested in something, they will stop and watch it for a while. If they are bored with something, they will quit and switch to the next one.
Therefore, in the same period of time, Xia Yi's "live broadcast room" is farther and wider than Jiang Yuelu's, and the number of anchors collected is also larger.
Xia Yi's answer also answered another question of his.
——Who is watching their live broadcast?
Hearing Jiang Yuelu's answer, Xia Yi shook his head and said, "I may be an exception. Up until this conversation, I have never seen anyone mention your live broadcast or the Yinsi Money Contest."
"In the city of Linya where I live, there are indeed other apps for live broadcasting, but just like what you have seen in the past, the hosts are not ghosts, but living people."
"Well...that's true."
It would be strange if live broadcast content like the one in Linya City that "eats up the anchor" could be released in any normal city. Every PK that Jiang Yuelu has experienced so far - even the purest ones - would cause an uproar in the real Linya City.
Just the blocked content alone is enough to give Internet censors a headache...
But why could Xia Yi see it?
Is it the Ghost King’s advantage, or a plug-in?
Time was tight and there was no time to think any further, so Jiang Yuelu asked and answered questions quickly.
"I see. Next question."
"You ask."
"What's the matter with Tang Ze's life history and cause of death? How could you find these? In such a short time?"
Time waits for no one. Jiang Yuelu's brain is thinking at its limit. Countless characters are jumping in his mind, constantly separating and condensing. Useless information is shattered until useful information is obtained.
"History before death..."
He opened his eyes wide, "Could it be that Tang Ze lived in Linya City before his death?"
Xia Yi confirmed his guess, "That's right."
"No, no. That's not scientific. You and I came in at about the same time, only one day? To be able to pinpoint Tang Ze in the entire city so quickly... doesn't make sense."
"You forgot, not even for a day." Xia Yiping said, "You and Tang Ze were online for only twenty minutes."
Jiang Yuelu had a splitting headache, "...Yes, you found him within 20 minutes. How did you do it?"
Xia Yi looked pleased, "It's simple, he's too conspicuous."
"In this peaceful city, there are many couples living peacefully, students studying hard, and workers striving to make progress. Linya City is too peaceful. A person who committed suicide by jumping off a building would cause a huge uproar like a bomb thrown into a still pond."
"The man who had no name or face before jumping off the building became the focus of the whole city after he jumped off the building."
"Every pair of eyes looked at the pool of blood he left behind. Every pair of ears stood up, eager to hear a few words about his life from his 'suspected neighbors', 'suspected friends', and 'childhood sweethearts who came from nowhere'. Every brain tried hard to imagine and piece together the most perfect tragic story."
"Even after his death, the rumors continued like the aftermath of an earthquake."
Xia Yi's words carried the distance of a bystander, as well as the sarcasm and malice inherent in an evil ghost.
Jiang Yuelu listened attentively without interrupting.
Xia Yi looked back at him, relaxed his expression, and reminded him, "You'd better take a close look at how he died. I think it will be useful to you."
Jiang Yuelu glanced at the screen and said, "Time is running out."
"Not much, but I know you can do it." Xia Yi said calmly: "I know you have a photographic memory."
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Tang Ze, male.
Thirty-two years ago, he was born into an ordinary working-class family.
From birth to love, he has always been playing an ordinary role that is neither good nor bad.
He is not the smartest student, nor the dumbest. He is not the most naughty, nor the most introverted. Therefore, he is always ignored by the teacher.
When he was six years old, he tried to tell a joke for the first time, but the joke he told was somewhere between funny and not funny.
His parents enrolled him in many interest classes, and he tried his best. However, whether it was Go or chess, Mathematical Olympiad or piano, his performance was lackluster, and his results always stayed in the middle of "neither up nor down".
When he was fourteen years old, he returned home with a heavy schoolbag on his back and heard his parents talking at the door, "Oh, maybe Xiaoze is just an ordinary child."
From that day on, his parents stopped enrolling him in classes, and the expectations they had for him finally vanished—because his expectations for himself vanished even earlier, so after his parents stopped paying him close attention, he never felt any meaningful attention again, until he met Qu Ling.
A girl whose smile is like the gentle ringing of a bell, whose voice is as sweet as a song, and who lives up to her name.
He met her on the day when she was taking graduation photos at university. Qu Ling took a camera and looked for someone who was free to take a photo of her in the messy campus.
Later he wrote in a love letter, "I hate doing nothing the most, but it turns out that this is the reason I met you."
After seeing it, Qu Ling opened her eyes wide and said, "You are really good at writing love letters!"
In the past twenty years, no one has ever given Tangze a similar compliment. It seems like he has received "good" grades a thousand times and finally got an "excellent" grade.
Qu Ling always found his strengths, strengths that even he had never seen.
Later they got married, had a daughter, and lived a happy and harmonious family. Tang Ze's career also rose with the tide, and when he was 30 years old, he switched to a new company.
But then the accident happened.
Tang Ze's daughter was bullied at school, and he and his wife soon found out that the culprit was a boy in the same class. The teacher quickly arranged a meeting between the two parents, and after sitting down, Tang Ze saw his boss sitting opposite him, and the anger that had rushed to his head could not help but retreat.
He chose to reconcile.
But I helped my daughter transfer schools.
Qu Ling did not object to him, but she never used the money in the card - it was 100,000 yuan that her boss used to settle the matter, and it was only a small drop in the rain of his huge assets.
A year later, Tang Ze's daughter was hit by a truck on the ramp outside the new school and died on the spot.
A month later, after dealing with her daughter's funeral, Qu Ling appeared near her boss's home with a sharp knife and clashed with security personnel.
Forty-two hours later, Tang Ze saw his wife's body in the freezer.
Two days later, Tang Ze jumped off the roof of the company building.
He did not leave a suicide note, except for a cell phone on the middle step of the roof, with the numbers 2 and 3 written on the memo.
…
Jiang Yuelu pulled to the last line.
4 pages of paper, describing Tang Ze's life from birth to death.
He finished reading them all.
A person's life, more than thirty years, is condensed into these four pages.
Behind the phrase "jumping off a building to death" there is such a long and complicated story, and such complicated years and months are also written in just 4 pages.
“Why 2 and 3?”
"His wife was stabbed 23 times."
"23 stab wounds?" Jiang Yuelu was surprised. "Was he stabbed by the security guard?"
He should have thought it was self-defense because the security guard was not arrested...but the 23 stab wounds did not look like a self-defense scene. It looked more like venting anger and unilateral abuse.
Xia Yi showed a subtle expression.
"He is the son of Tang Ze's superior. The boy has become a beast after being spoiled and indulged. Regardless of whether Qu Ling really wanted to avenge her daughter when she took the knife, even the security guards should think twice about whether a trembling woman who couldn't even hold a knife steadily really has the courage to kill."
"But the beast didn't even think twice before grabbing the knife and stabbing it into Qu Ling's stomach."
"23 knives."
"But everyone told Tang Ze that the kid was just acting in self-defense." Xia Yi smiled, "Kid."
Jiang Yuelu remembered what he had said before.
"Is Tang Ze's daughter's death also related to him?"
Xia Yi replied briefly: "Transferring schools is useless. He has set his sights on the Tang family."
"The reconciliation that Tang Ze endured in silence was seen as the biggest loss he had ever suffered in the eyes of this kid. He vowed to teach their family a lesson and kept harassing Tang Ze's daughter, making her worried and confused..."
"The truck was being driven normally that day."
"If she hadn't been in a daze and crossed the road before the green light came on, and if she hadn't been so dazed that she could hear the students calling...she wouldn't have been hit and killed."
Jiang Yuelu was silent. "If she hadn't died, her mother wouldn't have taken a knife to look for someone, and Tang Ze wouldn't have jumped off the building and died..."
Everything fell like dominoes.
"These news are all pieced together from the Internet." Xia Yi saw that he was depressed and reminded him, "There must be some exaggeration. Don't believe it all."
"I know."
However, he had to find a way to influence Tang Ze in the opposite direction before the opponent's blood lines crawled into the live broadcast room and controlled him to commit suicide.
Tang Ze's death is closely related to the successive deaths of his wife and daughter.
In other words, he can use these to influence Tang Ze.
"Wait." Jiang Yuelu suddenly looked up.
"In this case, I can understand why when he was introduced as Tang Ze, he was said to ignore everything, even his own president." Because his heart is dead.
Long before he died, long before he jumped off the building.
He had seen his wife Qu Ling in the freezer long ago, and she was already dead when he saw their daughter being put into the small coffin.
"Seeing him always saying he wants to eat me, it seems like he has become a powerful ghost, more powerful than Li Zhaodi... But because of this damn live broadcast rule, he can only send dreams to living people, and can't kill animals, so even his revenge plan is forced to shelve."
Jiang Yuelu thought of the cold face of the ghost in a suit and tie.
A premonition emerged in my mind.
As long as he can get rid of that beast and avenge Tang Ze, he might be able to win this PK.
"But I am also a person restricted by the rules. I can only send a message to that beast in his dreams, but I can't do it..." Jiang Yuelu said this, and suddenly paused, looking at Xia Yi who was sitting on a bench in the camera.
The Red Eyed Ghost King noticed his scrutiny and raised his eyebrows.
"Your expression usually means you want me to do something for you."
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