Meeting room.

A muscular, smartly dressed man in his thirties was sitting at the lecture.

This person is the director of the South City Security Bureau, Xiao Shan.

At this time, five portraits were projected on the big screen, namely Zhang Fan and several anchors he had followed.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Xiao Shan stood up, pointed at Zhang Fan's photo on the big screen, and spoke seriously.

"Zhang Fan, the owner of Changhong Funeral Shop, everyone should have heard about what happened in the past two days, right? It doesn't matter if you don't know, I will tell you again."

As he spoke, Xiao Shan began to introduce the characters on the big screen.

"Zhang, the free-fighting master, died unexpectedly during a challenge."

"Wang, a vegetarian sister, was suddenly attacked by a shark while releasing fish at the beach. The body is currently being salvaged."

"Zhao, who loves spicy food, and his mother were hit by an out-of-control Trax and died on the spot."

"Wang, whose online name is Yu Jiangjun, is currently being rescued."

"From the early hours of the night before yesterday to last night, it was less than 24 hours."

"There are five network anchors in total, and something unexpected happened!"

"Two of the car accidents were related to Trala electric vehicles. In recent days, Trala has also set off a wave of car returns, and its stock price has hit the daily limit twice in a row."

At this point, Xiao Shan paused, his face solemn, and said in a deep voice:

"These people came from all over the country, and the accident did not happen within our jurisdiction."

"But they all have one thing in common, that is, their short video accounts were followed by a funeral shop owner!"

"The time of attention was only a few dozen minutes to a few hours before the accident happened. Next, I will show you some screenshots!"

As he spoke, Xiao Shan lightly clicked the mouse, and several screenshots popped up on the big screen.

"These are screenshots of the live broadcast rooms or comment sections of these anchors. If you look carefully, there is a user named [Changhong Funeral and Funeral One-Stop Service] in them."

"The messages sent to them by Changhong Funeral Homes are similar in content, all of which are promoting funeral supplies."

“After that, the user followed these anchors.”

"After that, an accident happened!"

"Not only that, Changhong Funeral also followed the marketing account of Trala Automobile Company yesterday at noon."

"In less than one day, there were eight car accidents in Trala across the country, two of which killed people, and the people involved happened to be anchors he had followed!"

"After backstage verification, the user named 'Changhong Funeral One-Stop Service' is actually a resident of Qingyang Street, the owner of Changhong Funeral, Zhang Fan."

"Isn't it strange? Anyone he pays attention to never ends well."

"If it happened only once or twice, we could still treat it as a coincidence, but five accidents happened in one day, so we have to take it seriously."

"I just sent someone to investigate Zhang Fan's information. The results will be out soon. You can discuss it first."

"But before that, I want to remind everyone."

Xiao Shan pointed to the four big characters at the back of the conference room and said seriously, "Scientific law enforcement! Don't talk about those weird things!"

After the words were spoken, colleagues began to discuss with each other, and there was an uproar on the scene.

In the 5G era, even busy police officers will always watch short videos after get off work.

The popularity of funeral homes is so high that even if they don't surf, they hear enough of it on their way to work.

The purpose of today's meeting is very clear, and the center is around Zhang Fan, the owner of the funeral home.

Although everything was an accident, their deaths seemed... related to this young man.

He seemed…possibly…perhaps, able to predict death.

As security workers, they have more or less come into contact with or heard of some bizarre murders.

Some cases seem very strange at the beginning, but in the end, it is often found that the real culprit is behind it.

Moreover, my colleagues all insist on adhering to scientific law enforcement.

So, their first impression told them that the chances of Zhang Fan deciding someone’s life or death were very small.

Either it was a coincidence, or Zhang Fan was the real murderer.

In short, it is impossible that the anchor who is thousands of miles away would die accidentally just because of his attention.

However, it is almost impossible to plan five accidents in such a short time of less than 24 hours.

To take a step back, even if he has the ability, why would he dare to post it online?

Is it just for hype? To build a persona? To sell funeral products?

Absolutely not!

Taking a step further, even if he was trying to sell funeral supplies.

However, although the Trala tram has had accidents in the past, its appearance and performance are still widely sought after.

As a Fortune 500 company, would it destroy its reputation for a small funeral home?

Everything seemed to point to another reason.

Changhong Funeral, Zhang Fan, can really decide life and death, and even curse people’s life and death!

If this is true, it would be too scary and too dangerous!

Thinking of this, even if colleagues believe in science, they can't help but make some guesses.

"I think this is quite bizarre. In the first comment, he said to be careful of being killed by one punch, and he really was killed by one punch. The same thing happened to the next few comments."

"Could it be that this boy is a living god of death?"

"Is there a possibility that the boy is doing some kind of evil magic at home, and he is actually the serial killer?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the director will come down and kick you in the ass soon!"

“…”

"Ahem, be quiet."

Five minutes later, he interrupted the discussion and took a document from his assistant.

I took a quick look and was very satisfied.

The color of the pants was found out.

"The results are out. Let Xiao Wang briefly explain them to everyone."

Xiao Wang nodded in response and took the document in his hand again:

"Zhang Fan, male, orphan, blood type O, 23 years old."

"He studied at Qingyang Street Kindergarten, Qingyang Street Primary School, Qingyang Street Middle School, Qingyang Street High School, and... the Hikikomori University in South City."

"I won a lottery ticket three years ago, with a prize of 1 million yuan, which I invested in Changhong Funerals."

"In the two and a half years since the store opened, we have not received any funeral orders."

"From the night before yesterday until five minutes ago, I have not left South City."

"We also checked his recent chat records, a total of 35, none of which were related to the accident."

"In addition, we also investigated the websites he visited recently, including 91.com, Madou Video, Xigua Media, Tao..."

"Stop, that's enough!"

Xiao Shan glanced at him, snatched the document, and told everyone his thoughts:

"From the information we have so far, Zhang Fan has not left Qingyang Street recently, and his chat records have nothing to do with the accidents in the past few episodes. This almost rules out the possibility that he is the murderer."

"Changhong Funerals has been open for two and a half years, but has not received a single order. If Zhang Fan could really predict life and death, the business would not be so bad."

"That is to say, the several accidents yesterday had little to do with his concern. It is very likely a coincidence."

"However, this matter has been very popular on the Internet recently. We still need to conduct a brief investigation into what happened and then issue a notice to prevent netizens from over-publicizing it and causing panic."

"Does any of you have anything else to say?"

“…”

"If not, investigate as I say. If you find anything else, come to me as soon as possible."

Just when Xiaoshan was about to pack up and leave.

His assistant Xiao Wang suddenly said, "Director, I have another video I want to show you."