Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 119 - 92: She Chose Her Own Path to Ruin
The message clearly recorded the release time.
It was shortly after their live broadcast.
Just before Xia Ling was randomly chosen to connect with a participant.
[So, does this mean she already knew about Zhu Hong’s death before the live broadcast? And then deliberately posted such a message online.]
[Using the deceased to gain traffic, aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?]
At this moment, Xia Ling’s head was filled with the scene of seeing Wen Xu when she opened the door.
This woman, even in death, could receive such favor from a handsome man.
She did know Zhu Hong had died at that time.
That’s why she was so scared.
But as she slowly calmed down after eating, Xia Ling didn’t feel it was anything significant.
No one would know that the address of the suspect was provided by her.
Even if they knew... even if they knew...
The comments were full of all kinds of ’polite’ words insulting her.
If it weren’t for the restrictions in Mu Yunchu’s live stream room, Xia Ling’s ancestors would have been cursed out countless times by now.
After a while, Mu Yunchu took a deep breath, her almond eyes were frosted, exuding a bone-chilling coldness. She pressed her thin lips tightly, and said one word at a time, "Do you have anything else to say?"
For some reason, although it was a very ordinary sentence, the veteran viewers in the live room sensed a peculiar atmosphere.
It was as if Xia Ling’s answer stood at the crossroads of a major decision.
Different answers would lead to different futures.
But soon they realized their thoughts were somewhat ridiculous.
How could this be possible?
Unbeknownst to them, this really was the scene.
And Xia Ling’s answer would determine her own future.
After Mu Yunchu asked, the person on the other end of the line was silent for a long time.
When everyone thought she might not answer the question, Xia Ling’s shoulders started to twitch, but it wasn’t due to laughter or crying.
"I have nothing to say."
"I’m innocent, even the law cannot convict me, nor can you."
"I’m not wrong, it’s that woman who deserved it!"
Deserved to be beautiful.
Deserved to have a good figure.
Deserved to act all innocent despite being so vulgar, who is she putting on a show for?
"So... she deserved to be killed!"
As she finished her last word, Xia Ling slowly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes staring at the screen.
She pressed the shutdown button several times, finally, her face was reflected on the black screen.
It brought her much relief.
Finally, this damn live stream room was closed.
Even if she’s not afraid of Mu Yunchu doing anything, she hates speaking to her.
Not just her face, also the inexplicable pressure felt during their conversations.
...
Seeing the enlarged image of Mu Yunchu on the screen, the netizens were first stunned.
[Why did you let her get away, streamer? I haven’t had a chance to curse yet!]
[Is what she said even human language? I can’t deal with my anger today; I’m going to DM her curses!]
[It’s clear, even though she knows Zhu Hong died because of her, she still feels no remorse.]
[What goes around comes around, I believe people like her will face retribution!]
... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
No one noticed that after Xia Ling finished speaking and finally exited the live stream room, Mu Yunchu wasn’t surprised at all.
It’s as if everything was under her control.
A barely perceptible sigh carried an expected undertone.
No matter how it turns out, the path she chooses is her own, Mu Yunchu would not intervene.
...
After they locked onto Fang Haiyang, the police conducted a thorough investigation on him.
The result was that he was highly suspicious.
Not only did he have motives, opportunities, his chat logs frequently contained phrases like wanting to find the deceased. Moreover, the surveillance from the store at the neighborhood entrance showed Fang Haiyang was nearby on the day of the incident.
Zhou Zhicheng led the team directly to his current temporary residence.
It was a very inconspicuous small motel located deep in an alley.
Calling it a motel, it was actually the owner of a self-built house, who converted eight or nine rooms of just under three square meters from his home. Then hung a discreet sign at the door, attracting people to stay.
The environment in each room was terribly poor, just enough space for a bed, the walls were covered in mold, daylight was a rare sight.
But the only advantage was the cheap price.
A standard night cost only 25 yuan, long-term stays could get a further discount.
Someone like Fang Haiyang, living almost like a monthly tenant, only needed to pay the owner 300 yuan a month.
As Zhou Zhicheng led the team into the room, the store owner was playing games with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Hearing footsteps, he thought it was business coming.
But before he could get excited, he was confronted by a police badge.
People like him rarely see the police. Besides, knowing the building was illegal and he operated without a license, he could hardly stand on his legs.
"Po-po-po-policemen,"
Zhou Zhicheng wasn’t interested in arguing with him; operations without a license were not their department, he directly asked, "Have you had a person named Fang Haiyang living here?"
The owner quickly said yes.
"But he wasn’t here now, he left early in the morning."
Realizing they weren’t here for him, the owner breathed a sigh of relief, craning his neck to see the grand scene, he asked, "Officer, what are you looking for him for?"
"Did he commit a crime?"
Just a glance from Zhou Zhicheng made him stop talking.
Withdrawing his gaze, he checked the time.
According to this motel owner, Fang Haiyang had been out for at least seven or eight hours.
He had no job, what could he be doing out for so long?
Thinking for a moment, Zhou Zhicheng looked again at the hunched-over owner.
"Which room did he stay in, lead us to it."
...
The motel owner dared not delay, leading them through his backyard to the back house.
He kept a spare set of keys for all the rooms.
So it was very easy to open the room.
But Zhou Zhicheng suspected the door wouldn’t serve any real purpose, it seemed almost ready to collapse.
Even without a key, a little force would’ve opened it.
As the door swung open, the room’s conditions were exposed to everyone.
Including the motel owner, the first thing everyone did was instinctively cover their noses.
As if only by doing so could they block the unpleasant odor.
Zhou Zhicheng frowned, he had no doubt that this place was a haven for roaches and rats.
The space inside wasn’t large, but there was a lot of trash.
They searched for a long time, finding no evidence related to the case.
Could it be that Fang Haiyang cleaned everything up after committing the crime?
While Zhou Zhicheng was at his wits’ end, Wen Xu suddenly called.
