Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 108 - 81: Seriously? You Really Want to Ask About Love?
The group quickly arrived at the location reported by the police.
It was an old neighborhood in Qinghe City, not exactly downtown, but not remote either.
It was one of the first areas developed when the city was initially built twenty years ago.
But because it was among the first to be developed, it now appears somewhat outdated after years of updates and changes.
Most of the neighborhoods here are open-style, a mix of people, with little supervision around, so every time a murder happens in such a place, Zhou Zhicheng finds it extremely frustrating.
Because clues are too hard to find.
The female corpse lay naked on the floor, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
After Wen Xu’s preliminary examination, more and more curious neighbors gathered, and despite the police trying to stop them, they couldn’t be deterred from watching the commotion.
They stood on the stairs, craning their necks to look inside.
Wen Xu, who was half-squatting, turned his head slightly upon hearing the commotion behind him and with a swift flick of his long arm, covered the body with the special white cloth, completely blocking their view.
Then he waited to bring it back to the station for the next step of the autopsy.
He turned back and gave the crowd a cold glance.
Finally, they were intimidated by his demeanor, and the gossip quieted down somewhat.
Yet you could still hear unpleasant comments about the deceased from one particularly loud neighbor.
The police in their team were conducting a preliminary investigation.
Mainly to find out who the deceased was close to in daily life and see if they could discover any clues.
The first person to be questioned was the neighbor who reported the case, a woman with curly hair wearing a brown-yellow sweater, speaking as she tried to tiptoe to see inside the door.
But she could only see a white mist.
Somewhat disappointed, she turned back to seriously answer the police’s questions.
"Oh, we don’t know her well. I don’t think anyone in this building knows her well. I’ve just happened to run into her a few times in the neighborhood."
The police asked, "Then before the incident, did you see anyone looking for the deceased?"
Unexpectedly, after asking this question, the neighbor across the way snorted with laughter:
"There were probably lots."
The policewoman frowned: "Probably?"
"You see her dressing up all the time, and often hear her room filled with thanks to this brother, thanks to that guy talking all flirtatiously. Obviously, she’s the type going around hooking up."
The policewoman’s face showed some displeasure, her tone turning heavier: "I’m asking if you personally saw it."
The neighbor across the way toned down considerably.
"I didn’t."
The policewoman: "..."
Asking around, all they managed to gather were the neighbors’ speculations about the deceased, almost nothing useful.
Most were mixed with personal bias.
The men thought she was flaunting herself.
The women thought she was hooking up everywhere.
None of it could be used.
The only thing known was that the deceased worked as a streamer on some platform, rarely went out, and had a poor relationship with these neighbors.
...
Almost every time Mu Yunchu said something, Xia Ling would chime in with criticism, but suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from outside the door.
She skipped through the key parts like this.
Instantly infuriated.
She was really fed up with this neighborhood, with its filth and chaos, and not only was the soundproofing horribly bad, but today a bunch of people were making a racket in the hallway.
When she makes her fortune in the future, she would make sure to rent a better place, no matter what.
She walked quickly through what could barely be called a living room, angrily opened the door, and happened to make eye contact with Wen Xu across the way.
Her mind went blank, she had never seen such a handsome man in real life, she even forgot what she was going to do.
Because of this, it took her a good ten seconds to notice that there were quite a few police officers in the hallway.
By this time, Wen Xu had also noticed her.
Feeling his probing gaze, almost instinctively, she closed the door again.
Leaning against the door, her expression was complicated, she took several deep breaths before returning to the room.
But she still seemed a bit lost.
Until Mu Yunchu’s voice came through the phone.
Mi Xue had already recounted her experiences of the day and thanked Mu Yunchu multiple times for helping her report it to the police.
If the police hadn’t arrived in time, she might have been chased down by those people too.
The first "fortunate one" was drawn up.
It was a male.
His online name was "Far Mountain Listening to the Wind."
[Honestly, this name shows a sense of taste.]
[Honestly, just from this name, I can guess his age.]
When he connected to the voice channel, it turned out just as everyone expected.
He was an older man.
[Don’t ask how I guessed, just that several people on my social media have similar landscape avatars and names like this, without exception, they’re all middle-aged men.]
[What a coincidence, I have many in my contact list too.]
[But honestly, this particular "fortunate one" looks much more handsome than most his age.]
[Indeed, I agree.]
...
As they said, today’s first "fortunate one" was a middle-aged man with a scholarly look.
He couldn’t be called top-notch handsome, but at least he had a clean appearance with tidy clothes, exuding a mature manly charm.
[If this "uncle" were twenty years younger, I imagine he would be quite a handsome guy.]
[The way you say it makes me think you have a thing for the "fortunate one."]
[Seems like it’s been a long time since a male "fortunate one" appeared in the stream.]
[If you guys keep discussing like this, he might feel embarrassed later.]
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the screen and indeed saw "Far Mountain Listening to the Wind" sitting in the chair, looking somewhat awkward.
Of course, it wasn’t just because of the comments.
But he didn’t expect to win this lucky draw.
Near fifty years old, having almost everything he should have in this life, he wasn’t sure what to ask.
Yet if he didn’t ask, it felt like wasting the opportunity.
Netizens, hearing his dilemma, quickly stood up to offer ideas.
[How could you not know what to ask? Think carefully, surely there are things you’re not happy about.]
[Why not ask about wealth, "fortunate one?" That question usually can’t go wrong.]
But "Far Mountain Listening to the Wind" looked a bit awkward.
"Let’s skip that one, what I have now should be enough for me and my descendants."
[Got it, sounds like the "fortunate one" has some financial cushion.]
[How about asking about a career? For a man, career is still the most important.]
[The way you put it, women’s careers aren’t important?]
[...All are important, my bad for poor phrasing.]
But "Far Mountain Listening to the Wind" still seemed disinterested.
His hesitant look made the viewers in the livestream understand something.
[Got it, probably no worries about the career either, seeing the "fortunate one’s" demeanor, he might be running a business.]
[Then what, nothing to ask about, the "fortunate one" is this age, can’t possibly ask about love, right?]
However, just seconds after this comment appeared, everyone saw "Far Mountain Listening to the Wind’s" eyes light up.
[Are you serious, man, are you really going to ask about love?]
