Yan Jiu stood by the window, gazing at the dark night sky.
Raindrops fell densely, wetting the green leaves and splashing muddy water onto the soil.
The dark, dense clouds moved rapidly.
The rain pounded against the window.
A strong wind blew the white teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) hanging by the door, and the crisp sound of its bells broke the stuffy atmosphere in the attic.
Not long after.
A playing card, having completed its "marking" mission, returned to Yan Jiu's hands proudly and defiantly, despite the rain.
Yan Jiu put away the cards: "Rose Cross?"
She read aloud the message from the playing cards.
He frowned, pondering what kind of illegal organization this was.
While Yan Jiu was pondering...
The atmosphere on the top floor of the attic gradually became unstable.
It was as if something had triggered it.
It exudes a sinister and murderous aura, as if it could tear any offender into countless pieces at any moment.
A chilling aura spread down from the sky, quickly enveloping the attic completely.
The yin energy is increasing.
The attic was wrapped up layer by layer.
It devours the breath of the living.
It is gradually spreading to the surrounding buildings.
Yan Jiu touched the void with his index finger.
The yin energy seemed to have sensed its natural enemy and completely receded.
soon.
The attic was restored to its original state.
It was as if the sudden change just now was an illusion.
Yan Jiu's gaze shifted.
She slowly stretched.
As I turned to go back into the house.
Yan Jiu said to the air, "Good night."
"..."
System: [Goodnight, host!]
Yan Jiu said coldly, "I'm not talking to you."
System: So, love will disappear, right?
·
I had a good night's sleep.
Yan Jiu, who dreamed that her business was gradually prospering, opened her eyes with a face full of displeasure.
So much so that when she saw the latest news in the city—that the gardenias had withered—she felt no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
[@J City Police Department: Last night at 10 PM, a beauty livestreamer met her online boyfriend and was subsequently brutally murdered. The police urge everyone not to trust online strangers and to avoid meeting them privately, especially at night.]
【!! Is it really over?】
Meeting in person can be dangerous; be careful with online dating!
Are there risks involved in meeting someone in real life now?
[This is unbelievable! Wherever our Master Jiu goes, nothing grows!]
[@SlowWalkNoFarewellFuneralService, how did you figure that out?]
Yan Jiu did not reply to the private messages or the comments that tagged her.
She only cares about whether she can close a deal.
But she had already given up hope.
After all, it was a murder case that made the news, so who knows which funeral home will ultimately benefit from this deal?
Yan Jiu touched her empty stomach.
She decided to have a meal with meat.
Half an hour later.
Yan Jiu rode a shared electric bike to KFC and ordered a deluxe family meal.
The netizens who had been watching Yan Jiu's live stream were a bit confused. These loyal fans had been waiting and waiting for Yan Jiu to start her live stream again, but they had been led astray all the way.
[This streamer is so real, so down-to-earth! What am I going to do? I'm loving him more and more!]
[+1, you're not alone.]
[I now completely believe that our Master Jiu is a master who lives in seclusion amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, and I won't accept any arguments against it!]
[She's here! She's here! She's bringing a family bucket of milk tea! Isn't the bubble tea shop next door touched?]
[Bubble tea shop: We dare not move, we absolutely dare not move.]
Yan Jiu noticed that there were many people in line.
Before she could even decide what to drink...
She noticed something wrong with the signboard of the milk tea shop.
Yan Jiu walked to the side and said, "The signboard is going to fall down."
The people queuing around Yan Jiu looked at him like he was an idiot, and some even laughed out loud.
"The milk tea shop is newly opened, how could the sign possibly be missing?"
"Is she trying to trick us into leaving so you can go to the front of the line? This girl is quite cunning."
"The brand doesn't seem to be loosening its grip."
"It's impossible for it to fall."
"So young and already learning bad habits, why are you lying?"
"Is it just a way to attract attention through live streaming?"
Yan Jiu has not yet responded.
The viewers in the live stream were not having it.
My anger flared up instantly. I was trying to kindly remind you, but you wouldn't listen!
Do you know how heavy a single sentence from a broadcaster can be? The kind of weight that can make someone choke!
[You can't say that. What if the streamer made a mistake? She's likely to be right about other streamers 100% of the time, but for something as ordinary as this, she might not be so accurate.]
[Can the anchor really make predictions?]
[Uh, if this comes true again, it won't be a prophecy anymore, it'll be a curse!]
Yan Jiu said directly, "3, 1."
Everyone: "..." Did you forget the 2?
Before anyone could speak again...
Yan Jiu quickly stepped forward, picked up a three- or four-year-old child, and carried them out of the area where the sign had fallen.
The child's mother was startled.
They chased after them and ran out.
Just as I was about to say that I was going to catch human traffickers.
A huge shop sign crashed down.
The deafening roar amplified the heaviness in everyone's hearts.
A group of people were hit by the sign, but fortunately, the sign was made of aluminum composite panel, so there were no major casualties.
[This isn't a staged photo, is it?]
[No joke, Master Jiu is amazing!]
[I bet this is the only streamer on the entire internet without a script, and deserves everyone's attention.]
[This move by our streamer is something we're rooting for. Anyone who dares to dox us afterwards, watch out, we'll curse your whole family.]
While netizens were chattering away.
The scene was chaotic.
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