Zhou Jian's words undoubtedly verified the speculations of many netizens. These netizens were excited and turned into Sherlock Holmes, starting to dig up past reports and early photos of Mr. Zhou of Baiyun Construction Company.
Shi Ling gave the photos found by netizens to Zhou Jian for identification.
"It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!" Zhou Jian's eyes widened when he saw the familiar sickle-shaped scar.
Netizens were also excited: [Case solved! Go catch the murderer! @YunchengPolice]
If only the deceased could speak and testify against the murderer in all cases, there wouldn’t be so many unjust cases in the world.
But some people hesitated: "But can a dead person's words always be true? Zhou Jiandu has been dead for thirty years, how could he recognize the driver at first sight? What if he's mistaken based solely on his scar?"
Mr. Zhou of Baiyun Construction regularly donates to the welfare home, often visits the children in person, and is often active in charitable events. He doesn't seem like a particularly evil person. That guy can't produce any evidence, so don't listen to his lies and try to wrongly accuse a good person.
Shi Ling had never expected that the wandering ghost he met on the road would lead to such a well-known wealthy philanthropist in the vicinity of Yuncheng.
Shi Ling’s eyelids twitched when he saw a group of netizens with the handle “@云城警” in the live broadcast room.
The next moment, I saw a message prompt——
[Yuncheng police enter the live broadcast room]
Shi Ling glimpsed this with a sharp eye, and with a strong desire to survive, she put an end to netizens' speculation: "I will help Zhou Jian report the car accident case to the police. As for the truth, we will wait for the official announcement and not jump to conclusions online. Otherwise, we don't know if the murderer will be found, but I know this account will definitely be blocked."
[Holy crap, the Yuncheng police were actually tagged? I clicked on the homepage and saw it's officially verified.]
[Protect our anchor, stop judging the case online, let's leave this to professionals to investigate]
Soon, the Huolala driver took Shi Ling to her destination and then helped move her things to her new home.
Zhou Jian followed Shi Ling all the time, watching the comments in her live broadcast room.
He asked Shi Ling expectantly, "Can you really help me get justice?"
Shi Ling nodded.
She accepted the rewards from netizens and followed their request to help Zhou Jian pass away, which meant she took on this cause and effect.
The only way to avoid this karma is to return the money, which is impossible to return.
After moving, the Huolala driver asked Shi Ling with lingering fear: "Master, please help me calculate, will I encounter ghosts again on my way home?"
"I was the only wandering ghost on that stretch of road. I scared away all the others." Zhou Jian said this with some pride.
Shi Ling looked puzzled, not understanding why there was anything to be proud of after dying in such a tragic way.
Huolala thought of Zhou Jian's miserable appearance before and felt that it was not impossible. Seeing Shi Ling nodded to reassure him, the Huolala driver then set off with peace of mind.
Netizens started to make trouble again.
[Other drivers: Pretty girl, remember to give me a five-star rating, and call me next time you move. Drivers who met Shi Ling: Master, help me calculate if there are any ghosts on the road, and don’t take me with you on the live broadcast next time.]
[By the way, host, you're moving to another haunted house this time, right?]
Shi Ling: "No. The place I rented this time is very expensive, and I didn't pay the price of a haunted house."
The host is a master herself, how could she not tell if there was a ghost? Since she said there wasn't, then there definitely wasn't.
Shi Ling planned to tidy up her room and go to sleep first. However, when she opened the door, she saw a pale-skinned boy hanging upside down in front of her like a monkey trying to catch the moon.
The moment his eyes met Shi Ling's, he made a face.
Shi Ling pushed Zhou Jian forward with an expressionless face.
“Ahhhh!”
“Ghost!”
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Good night. I have a lot of classes today and I have to finish my homework. I am so tired. I have to go to school at 8 am tomorrow.
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