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Jiang Chuxu glanced at her cell phone. Bai Yunyao had just sent her a message, which probably meant that she had found the person who deliberately wanted to harm Bai Yunqiu.
The matter of the Bai family is simple. After Bai Yunqiu and Bai Yunyao came to power, some other people in the Bai family were not convinced.
Bai Yunyao's cousin got the news about using scapegoats to harm people from somewhere, and through someone's introduction, he found a person abroad who specialized in this kind of thing.
The corpse was found by that person on purpose, but the thing that allowed the scapegoat to target Bai Yunqiu was placed there by Bai's cousin.
The police cannot do anything about what Bai's cousin did, but Bai's parents and brothers and sisters are not easy to mess with. Bai's cousin will definitely have a hard time from now on.
Jiang Chuxu could only say that greed is harmful.
Bai Yunyao also said that they were investigating the person who introduced the foreign psychic to Bai's cousin, and who that foreign psychic was.
Jiang Chuxu actually felt that the Bai family's affairs might have some connection with the original owner's family. After the Bai family investigates the identities of the two people, she might also go to meet them.
[Bai Yunyao]: Sister Jiang, thank you so much. My parents said that they gave you a thank-you fee at the time but didn’t treat you to a meal. I’d like to ask when you have time to treat you to a meal.
Jiang Chuxu was not good at such polite things. While he was still thinking about how to reply, Bai Yunyao sent another message.
[Bai Yunyao]: Sister Jiang, if you have any problems in the future, the Bai family will definitely help you.
[Bai Yunyao]: Sister Jiang! I'm not cursing you into trouble!
[Jiang Chuxu]: Okay, it’s okay.
After sending the message, she put away her phone.
It was already around four or five in the afternoon when she returned home from Pingyang. Xiao Hei was still lying quietly on the sofa. If it weren't for the obvious decrease in cat food and water in the bowl, Jiang Chuxu would have thought Xiao Hei hadn't moved.
When Xiao Hei heard the noise, he jumped lightly to the ground, then slowly walked to Jiang Chuxu's feet and rubbed against them.
Jiang Chuxu's bad mood of the day seemed to be cured. She picked up the cat and sat on the sofa.
She had lunch at the Pingyang Police Station again at noon today. She had to say that the food at the police station was really homely. Thinking of the food at the police station, she ordered a bowl of rice noodles on the takeaway platform.
While waiting for the takeaway, Jiang Chuxu turned on the live broadcast again.
"Good afternoon, everyone." Jiang Chuxu waved to the camera while holding Xiao Hei.
[I said the host would definitely start broadcasting again today! ]
[I finally waited for you~ Glad I didn’t give up~]
[Already looking forward to today's connection]
[Will today be a murder case or a murder and corpse disposal case? ]
Jiang Chuxu could only spread her hands helplessly when she saw the question in the barrage. It was really not her intention to connect various murder cases. These three times were probably just coincidences.
"It's still a rainbow bridge connection. Don't connect casually. Leave the opportunity to those in need."
Regarding Jiang Chuxu's words, the barrage could only say that they might have expected to be connected to themselves before, but after three live broadcasts, they could only wish that they would never be connected.
Jiang Chuxu randomly selected a person named "Tomorrow Will Be Better" to connect with.
When the connection was connected, a middle-aged woman's face appeared on the other end. She seemed to have not expected to be connected to him, and her face was a mixture of confusion and a trace of lingering hope.
Ah, he looks very kind.
[The previous one also looked quite kind, who would have thought he was a pervert.]
She rubbed her hands awkwardly, her voice dry, "Actually, I'm not the one making the call. I'm making the call on behalf of my mom."
"My dad had a heart attack a few days ago. He passed away very quickly without leaving a single word, but my mom has been saying that he's still home these days."
"Mom said Dad would remind her every day not to keep food in the refrigerator for too long and to be careful when going to the toilet. I thought if Dad were still alive, I would let him talk to Mom. Otherwise, it's not okay to do this every day."
The middle-aged woman's eyes were red and her voice was choked. She pointed to the sofa chair in the corner of the living room in the camera and continued.
"We've tried to persuade her, reasoned with her, and even secretly hired someone to see her, but it's no use. I'm very worried that if she continues like this, she'll collapse physically and mentally."
However, this time, the connection with the anchor gave the middle-aged woman a glimmer of anticipation.
Maybe Daddy is really still alive, she just hopes that Daddy can say a few words to Mommy, at least to make Mommy feel a little more at ease.
The middle-aged woman couldn't hold back her tears when she thought of her mother who talked to an empty chair every day.
Considering that she was still in front of the camera, she wiped her face hard with the back of her hand.
[Alas, this time I really cried]
[Don't cry, sis. Connecting to the anchor probably means your dad is still home.]
[This isn't a murder case, but why does it make me feel even worse...]
The barrage of comments was instantly flooded with words of understanding and sympathy, and Jiang Chuxu could only sigh silently.
Xiao Hei noticed her low mood and gently nudged her arm with his little head.
Jiang Chuxu's voice softened, carrying a strange calming power.
"Don't be in a hurry. Now point the camera at the chair your mother often talks to, and then ask your mother to sit in front of the camera, okay?"
The woman nodded vigorously and called to the side: "Mom! Mom, come here!"
There was a rustling sound, and the camera shook for a moment, finally aiming at the dark blue velvet single sofa chair by the window in the living room.
The chair was empty, and on the small coffee table next to it lay an old-fashioned teacup that had been used for many years.
Then, a thin old lady with silver hair was half-supported and half-pushed by her daughter to sit on the chair.
The old lady's eyes were a little dazed, with a hint of trance on her face, and her lips were slightly moving, as if she was talking to someone silently.
"Mom." The middle-aged woman squatted beside her mother, holding her mother's hand and speaking softly.
"Look, this anchor can help us talk to Dad."
The woman pointed at the screen.
The old lady's gaze slowly moved to the phone screen and looked at Jiang Chuxu, without any ripples in her cloudy eyes.
She just kept repeating stubbornly, "Your dad said we have to eat those dishes quickly, or they'll become mushy. He's always thinking about this."
Jiang Chuxu's gaze fell on the empty chair, where a figure gradually appeared.
Sitting on it was an old man with gray hair and a thin face. He was wearing a washed-out gray jacket and was looking at his wife beside him anxiously and helplessly.
Jiang Chuxu spoke, and at the same time lightly tapped the plug-in icon with his finger: "Grandma, don't worry, your husband is right next to you now, do you want to talk to him?"
The old lady was shocked, her eyes suddenly bursting with amazing light. She grabbed her daughter's hand and kept muttering, "Where is he, old man? Speak."
As the plug-in was turned on, the old man's face also appeared in the live broadcast.
[Even though I’ve seen it several times, I still don’t know how the anchor did it.]
【Grandpa, please have a good talk with grandma】
The middle-aged woman moved the phone a little closer so that the mother could see the father's appearance.
The old lady looked at the familiar people appearing on the live broadcast screen. She felt happy but also a little empty, and couldn't help but shed tears.
The middle-aged woman also looked at the image of her father with tears in her eyes, which she could only see through the live broadcast.
The old man seemed to have just realized that his wife and daughter could see him. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Old woman, don't cry, don't cry, you'll tear your eyes."
He stretched out his hand, and his transparent palm lightly stroked the old lady's tear-stained cheek.
Although direct touch is impossible, the tenderness and affection in the action penetrate the screen.
"That bundle of chrysanthemum in the refrigerator is going to become wilt if I don't eat it now. You're too lazy to eat it, so just throw it away. Don't worry about wasting it. It's not worth getting a stomachache from eating it."
The old man kept muttering, his voice intermittent and breathy.
The old lady finally found her voice at this moment, and a heart-wrenching cry suddenly burst out from her throat: "Old man, it really is you, old man!"
She stretched out her hand to grab the figure that was clearly visible on the screen, but it was in vain.
The middle-aged woman hugged her mother tightly. She couldn't control her tears and could only stare at the screen blankly.
The old man sighed, "When you get up at night, be sure to turn on the lights, remember? You have to be careful when you walk. Your eyesight is not good and you have tripped several times. If I leave, there will be no one to help you. You have to be careful and don't let me walk uncomfortably."
His voice was full of reluctance and worry, and he vaguely felt that it was time for him to leave.
The old lady seemed to have noticed it as well. She burst into tears and could only call out over and over again.
"Old man, old man, don't go."
The old man looked at his wife and tried to force a soothing smile on his face, which was filled with attachment and relief.
"Old woman, stop nagging me all day and making the children worry. You should eat well and sleep well. Just throw away the things that need to be thrown away. Don't feel bad about it."
His voice became softer and softer, more and more erratic: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm leaving."
The old man's last two words were as light as a sigh, full of the sadness of farewell.
Under the gaze of all the spectators, his already transparent figure became extremely thin, like smoke about to be blown away by the wind.
[Gone…]
【Rest in peace, old man】
[Although it’s sad, it’s nice to say goodbye like this. At least grandma heard it.]
The old lady's crying gradually turned into long and painful sobs, as if she had finally confirmed something, but also as if she had completely lost something.
She collapsed in her daughter's arms, her body shaking with sobs.
Jiang Chuxu sighed softly. The live broadcast room was unusually quiet, with only the suppressed crying of mother and daughter.
The screen was filled with comments like "Take care, grandma" and "Have a safe journey" scrolling silently.
Jiang Chuxu lowered her head and gently rested her forehead against Xiao Hei's warm head. Xiao Hei made a small gurgling sound in his throat, as if to comfort her.
After a few minutes, the middle-aged woman finally raised her head, with tears still on her face.
She bravely thanked Jiang Chuxu and all the viewers in the live broadcast room, "Thank you, host. Thank you so much. My dad can finally rest in peace. I may need to take care of some things here, so I have to leave first."
After saying that, she hung up the call and then gave a bunch of gifts in the live broadcast room.
At the same time, Jiang Chuxu's takeaway arrived, so she waved at the screen and decisively turned off the live broadcast.
Bai Yunyao had been following Jiang Chuxu's live broadcast and had sent him many gifts, so as soon as Jiang Chuxu closed the live broadcast, she sent him several messages.
[Bai Yunyao]: Sister Jiang, a hotel owner asked us to ask you for help.
[Bai Yunyao]: He said his hotel is haunted, and several employees were injured yesterday because of the haunting and are now lying in the hospital.
[Bai Yunyao]: He offered a very high reward, at least five million regardless of whether the problem could be solved or not.
Jiang Chuxu's focus is entirely on ghosts hurting people.
Normally, ghosts cannot affect reality. At most, they may cause sleep paralysis at night, or sigh and scare people.
How fierce must the ghosts in this boss's hotel be to injure his employees?
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