"I've figured it out!" She scattered the five copper coins in her hand onto the table.
Qi Zhiyang had heard her teach the younger disciples in the sect before, so he knew a thing or two: "Death divination?"
“Yes, the person in this divination will surely die.” Lin Zhiluo nodded.
Jing Xinglan muttered to herself, "When did my brother learn all this?"
Lin Zhilu sighed: "I calculated what happened to those people you bullied, and the divination told me that none of them survived."
"These four people died so tragically. One jumped off a building, one drowned, one was buried alive, and the last one... was run over by a car. Miss Jian has all of these records, right?"
"Seeing others grovel at your feet and beg for mercy gives Miss Jian Wan a special... pleasure."
"Lin Zhiluo, you're talking nonsense." Jian Wan's voice was sharp, and the panic on her face seemed genuine.
[Holy crap, if this is true, then Jian Wan deserves to die.]
[Heh, without evidence, anything you say is false. Lin Zhiluo, if you're so capable, produce the evidence.]
I personally feel that Lin Zhiluo is a bit strange; look at Jian Wan, she's completely devastated.
Lin Zhiluo pointed behind Jian Wan: "This is the first one to die in front of you. Her hands were tightly gripping your feet. Her limbs were twisted, and she was missing an eye. She could only touch your feet. Before she died, Miss Jian Wan crushed her head with her feet more than once."
Jian Wan subtly moved her feet.
Lin Zhiluo looked at Qi Zhiyang, who then moved his hand, and a cool aura slowly enveloped Jian Wan's legs.
Jian Wan's face turned even paler.
"The man to your left is a handsome young man with dimples when he smiles. He is a boy you like, but he rejected your confession."
She then presented another copper coin: "This one drowned. Miss Jian Wan pushed him directly into the pool, and he drowned. Miss Ji witnessed it all."
After she finished speaking, Jian Wan felt a cold, eerie aura emanating from her left hand.
"No, I don't know any of the boys you're talking about, and I didn't push anyone into the water."
“Oh, what about the one who was buried alive?” She pushed out the copper coin in the middle. “This one was the most resentful of all. You guys got drunk, threatened this girl with photos, and then a group of you buried her.”
"Let me calculate the location..." She fiddled with the copper coins. "Your school is really a den of iniquity. There's a small, barren hill behind your school. She's right here. There's a big pine tree on the hill, and she's about two meters deep under the pine tree."
There really is a big pine tree on the hill behind our school.
[There is indeed a member of the school's board of directors surnamed Jian. Our teachers are very sensitive to bullying, and if they spot any signs of it, he gets extremely angry.]
"You're talking nonsense. You're just making things up. You have no evidence, and you won't have any evidence. It's all just you trying to gain traffic."
She felt a chill running down her neck, constantly tormenting her tense nerves.
"Who called the police?" There was a pause of more than ten seconds in the live broadcast room when the police walked in.
[This familiar process—who called the police? Who was it?]
[I was clearly watching Lin Zhilu the whole time, I swear she didn't move, so why did the police still come?]
Qi Zhiyang stepped forward: "It's me."
Lin Zhiluo pointed at Jian Wan and said, "This young lady has four lives on her hands. The only evidence is on her phone. If we can't find it today, those four lives will have been lost in vain."
Lin Zhiluo pointed at Jian Wan's phone.
Jian Wan immediately smashed her phone on the ground. Why did she keep those videos?
When it was still an inch from the ground, a strong hand grabbed the phone.
Lin Zhilu thought for a moment: "I can divinate the password, but I hope to release a video, because Miss Jian Wan's surname is Jian."
"The reason she was able to keep it a secret before was because the Jian family helped her settle things, but I, Lin Zhiluo, am just an ordinary person. It would be too easy for them to shut me up or take my life."
Qi Zhiyang thought for a moment and walked up to Lin Zhiluo: "Password."
He would stand by Lin Zhiluo in any matter, and he hoped that the Jian family would include him in their plans if they wanted to make things difficult for Lin Zhiluo.
Lin Zhilu threw the copper coin again, then took the phone and typed in.
Jian Wan tried to rush over, but her feet wouldn't leave the ground; her back felt like a thousand-pound boulder.
She was terrified and on the verge of a breakdown. Why was this happening? Did ghosts really exist in this world? Had those people come looking for her?
No! She didn't believe it; the world is based on science.
But what about the current situation?
She calculated it, then nodded in the end: the password was wrong.
Jian Wan smiled smugly. She knew this woman couldn't possibly know her password. If she could figure it out, why didn't she just try to figure out the lottery password?
But the smile on her face froze the next second, and Lin Zhiluo actually cracked the code.
Lin Zhilu searched around and actually found an encrypted file. Then she used the password she had just used to unlock the screen to access it.
The first video is a series of cries and pleas for mercy, the voice of a girl, mixed with the laughter of Jian Wan and her former gang, the laughter is jarring.
Lin Zhiluo turned off her phone and handed it to the police.
She looked at Jian Wan and said, "I wonder if you'll be able to sleep peacefully when you hear that voice again."
She stared intently at Jian Wan, who could only helplessly be taken away by the police.
The live broadcast was also notified to be temporarily suspended.
Zhu Yuanliang walked out with a pale face, and then said to Lin Zhiluo, "Master Lin, please come with me."
She became extremely cautious in her speech, as if afraid that a single word she uttered would displease Lin Zhiluo. She had simply consulted a fortune teller to ensure her own disgrace and ruin.
Lin Zhiluo naturally listened to the director. As Ji Yuanzhou once said, in a variety show, TV series, or movie, besides the investors, the director is the most important person.
Qi Zhiyang silently followed.
The director couldn't afford to offend the big spender, so he rolled his eyes and pretended not to see it.
He respectfully poured Lin Zhiluo a cup of tea: "Master Lin, I know these celebrities have secrets, and I also know your industry rules, but can you tell me which of the guests who are currently on variety shows might face a scandal in the future?"
"Dong Jiaxi, Qiao Zhirou, and Tao Sibo might have some issues, but not major ones. They'll only affect his current popularity, and that's about it for the rest."
"My God, does this mean my dating reality show is doomed? My dating reality show is over!" Zhu Yuanliang's face was a little pale.
Lin Zhiluo's eyes darted around: "Then why don't you change things up and invite some famous couples in the industry? I'll help you predict their future. But it's hard to say about people in the industry. What if their relationship falls apart somewhere else?"
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