Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 125 - 98: A Message That Will Soon Cost Her Life
Just when the two thought she was going to say she couldn’t solve it, they heard Mu Yunchu say, "It’s not possession."
"It’s a very troublesome Gu Poison."
"Gu Poison??"
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Xia Ling, who managed to exit the live room by shutting off her phone, didn’t dare restart it.
She was afraid that opening the phone would have her back in that live room.
The death of that woman across the street directly had nothing to do with her.
All these beautiful people are bastards!
Dare to falsely blame her in front of so many people.
But it didn’t matter not having a phone, she had many things in her room to pass the time.
Like a computer, and a game console.
And because she was too scared to turn on the phone, she just happened to miss a crucial message.
A message that might cost her life.
As usual, she opened that dress-up game, admiring the animated version of her face, delighted.
This was the only game she spent money on.
All because the game’s "face-sculpting" feature allowed for a secondary modification based on actual player photos.
This approach resulted in avatars that carried both the stylish appeal of animated characters and the essence of their real-life appearance.
Pairing that with a slender figure and long, straight legs led Xia Ling to spend money on clothes whenever she had spare cash.
In her view, this game’s character was herself.
An alternate universe self.
Though the game operated simply, Xia Ling could play all afternoon without tiring, merely dressing her character in various beautiful outfits, then posing for photos.
But today, for some reason, after just over ten minutes of sitting, she felt bored.
Feeling anxious and short of breath, like something was about to happen.
Just then, her doorbell suddenly rang.
Xia Ling was so startled that her heart skipped a beat. Her upper body swayed. Then she glanced toward the door, motionless for a while.
Soon after, the knocking resumed.
And more urgently and densely than before.
Knocking as if it wasn’t on the door but directly on her heart.
As if the person confidently knew she was home and would keep knocking until she opened.
Resigned, she eventually stood up.
She cautiously walked to the door, standing about half a meter away, and called, "Who is it?"
The knocking ceased abruptly.
Along with her halted heartbeat.
After a few seconds, a reply came, "Checking the gas!"
"Why didn’t you speak earlier if you were home?"
The tone echoed grievance.
Clearly the reaction of someone long employed encountering uncooperative residents.
Usually, Xia Ling would retort right back.
But having just been startled, hearing it was a female staff member at her door, she forgot about her fear.
Too busy feeling relieved to be angry with her.
"Didn’t hear you earlier, hold on, I’ll open the door soon."
She felt no suspicion about the person’s identity.
Old communities like theirs tend to have staff checking gas, water, and electricity.
It happened before at indefinite times, sometimes by day, sometimes at night.
The last visit was a bit blurred in memory, it seemed not long ago.
Perhaps she’d been cooking more recently, using gas faster.
Thinking this way, she opened the door, letting the staff inside.
As usual, they checked the gas, told Xia Ling the amount due, then left.
But as Xia Ling eyed the receipt, not closing the door immediately, she suddenly felt a force opposing her hand.
The door was abruptly pulled open, then closed again.
Inside the room now lurked a fierce-looking man, glaring at her menacingly.
Xia Ling didn’t know him.
Her instinctive reaction was to run.
But the door was blocked, their proximity too close. She couldn’t take even one step before being dragged back.
Her struggle proved futile under absolute power.
Desperately grabbing her phone, she meant to call the police, realizing it’d been powered off.
One hand pressing the power button, watching the man advance with a knife.
Tearfully begging, "Please don’t kill me, I’ll give you all my money!"
Confused how she’d provoked this man.
"You can have anything, please just don’t kill me!"
Seeing there’s no time to call the police, Xia Ling dropped to her knees.
But the man remained expressionless.
Finally, he dragged her by the collar to the bathroom.
Simultaneously, the phone she’d left on the bed lit up, displaying a message from an account she’d once conversed with:
The message read:
"Did you tell the police my identity?"
...
Almost at the same moment, Zhou Zhicheng, keeping team members at the hotel, sat in his office considering all Fang Haiyang’s possible hideouts.
Yet still fruitless.
Hu Chi remarked, "Unless he realized we police discovered him and is hiding somewhere secret now."
Zhou Zhicheng replied, "That could be tricky..."
Beside him, Wen Xu remained silently contemplative.
Before him, the screen continued playing surveillance footage from the convenience store outside Zhu Hong’s complex.
Everyone was absorbed in their own thoughts, none intending to switch it off; it played silently.
In the blink of an eye, today’s noon scenes appeared.
After they’d deployed police to the scene, before seeking the store’s footage.
As everyone grasped for ideas, Wen Xu suddenly rose seriously, took the remote on the table’s corner, advancing the video to a minute earlier amidst curious stares.
"What are you doing, Forensic Specialist Wen?" Hu Chi extended a hand but grew quieter.
All attention gradually fixated on the video.
Initially indifferent, they recognized the familiar figure.
Hu Chi eagerly raised his arm again, "Isn’t that Fang Haiyang?"
Just like when they saw him heading to kill Zhu Hong in the footage, wearing the same outfit, carrying the same energy drink from the store.
Speaking, he paused hesitantly.
"Wait... what was he doing back at the murder scene today?"
Wen Xu maintained his stern expression, while not answering directly, he rewound the video slightly.
Then applied light thumb pressure, freezing the frame at a young woman’s appearance.
That was Xia Ling.
The reason Wen Xu initially noted this video.
"If I recall correctly, she’s Zhu Hong’s neighbor." He paused, "And she’s the one who revealed the victim’s location to the killer."
Zhou Zhicheng suddenly shot up.
"What!?"
