Sudden.
A 30-centimeter steel bar pierced through the peephole and stabbed into Lao Ba's eyeball, filling the entire live broadcast room with fear.
If the server hadn't crashed, comments would have been posted, and Lao8's live stream would definitely have been covered in exclamation marks.
Old 8 retreated in pain.
The door was kicked open.
A short man wearing a mask walked into the live broadcast room in front of the camera, clutching a blood-dripping steel bar.
As if sensing something, he smashed the computer with a punch.
The moment the live stream screen went black, a tongue-twisting foreign language voice echoed throughout the room.
“I'll take your life.”
The screams, as if one were in a slaughterhouse, left viewers in the live stream with endless imagination.
Lao Ba is a huge hit!
When Douyin's server is fixed.
Comments flooded in all at once.
[Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!]
[Home invasion and murder?]
[Master Jiu's attention has come true again...]
Is it Sha Qi? Did you report it to the police?
[That voice doesn't sound like someone from the US; he has a heavy accent. He's deliberately imitating it to avoid being recognized. Something's up.]
[Most killers are first-time offenders; rustiness, hyperactivity, anxiety, and outbursts are common. But this fully armed man clearly doesn't exhibit these traits. Killing people is like a daily routine for him. A thorough investigation is recommended!]
Unbeknownst to Yan Jiu, amidst the renewed uproar online, her phone had been confiscated again, and she was being interrogated by the highest-ranking official in District 17.
"Hello, you can call me Anna. I think we can sit down and have a good talk."
Anna, dressed in a black uniform and with slightly curly hair, has deep-set features and her face bears a resemblance to Lang Zongyi.
She sat there gracefully.
He handed Yan Jiu a cup of warm coffee.
This scene made it seem less like an interrogation and more like two long-lost friends catching up.
Yan Jiu looked at Anna, who had a karmic connection with Lang Zongyi: "Can you bring him back to life?"
She was willing to come to District 17 honestly not only because she had consumed too much spiritual energy and needed time to recover, but also because the causal line calculated by the compass pointed to this place.
Yan Jiu: "Can we send his soul back to his hometown?"
She straightened up.
My gaze inadvertently drifted to the window.
The rare snowstorm still enveloped District 17, bending the trees low and howling like ghosts and wolves, as if mourning Lang Zongyi.
Yan Jiu repeated, "Can you?"
Anna's smile froze slightly, and she gently shook her head: "I can't, unless I have to say who can."
Anna paused for two seconds.
"That person is only you."
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