Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 97 - 70: But... the Streamer Under Investigation Is Mu Yunchu

Chapter 97: Chapter 70: But... the Streamer Under Investigation Is Mu Yunchu

At this critical moment, Mi Xue didn’t think about her own safety first but instead pulled out her phone with one hand from her pocket.

Amidst the confused voices of netizens, she slowly aimed the camera at the murderer directly above her head.

[!!!]

[Fated person, this is... ?]

[I’m literally crying, even at a time like this, she’s still thinking of letting us see the murderer’s face clearly?] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

[Can someone save her please? I really can’t bear to watch the next scene!]

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but just after that comment appeared, Mi Xue’s screen, which was originally split in two, suddenly went black.

[What’s going on, what’s going on? Why is the screen suddenly unclear?]

[No way... I say I can’t watch, so you don’t show me? Then why does it not work when I wish for gold to fall from the sky?]

Mu Yunchu looked at her suddenly blacked-out screen and couldn’t help but get a little closer, giving the netizens a beauty shock.

[Fated person... Wow, the streamer is so beautiful!... Wait, wait, what did the platform do with the fated person?]

Mu Yunchu, after reading the small text prompt on the screen, finally figured out what happened.

Somewhat helpless.

"Her side was banned because the content was too gory."

Platforms generally have restrictions on live streams and videos published by accounts.

There are also ’moderators’ who specifically patrol while they are broadcasting live.

In such cases, if they find anything inappropriate or that could leave a psychological shadow, they will issue a ban notice to the live broadcast room.

[Bloody? Isn’t that bloody? That’s a real murderer!]

[Are you kidding? Those ’perverted’ live streams aren’t banned, but you ban a ’legitimate’ live stream like this!]

[There’s no time to argue with the platform now, I just want to know if the fated person survived.]

The only hope they have now is Mu Yunchu.

[But to be honest, in that situation, being on the fifth floor, surviving is probably very difficult.]

[I don’t care, I don’t care, I refuse to believe it! The streamer has to tell me personally for me to believe! Otherwise, I won’t accept it!]

[I just sent the screenshot of the murderer’s face to the police, no matter what, we can’t let him roam free!]

...

Netizens kept asking in the comments about what happened to the fated person.

Embarrassingly, her account seemed to be affected as well.

Mu Yunchu was about to speak up, but then her livestream screen disappeared, and a prompt occupying half the screen popped up.

The content roughly said she violated livestreaming regulations, and after being punished, she failed to correct it immediately, so now her account will be banned for seven days as a punishment.

Mu Yunchu: "..."

She wanted to say something to those in the fan group about what happened to Mi Xue afterward, but she found she couldn’t send any messages through her account.

Mu Yunchu: "..."

She wasn’t angry, after all, every place has its rules, so she could only helplessly shut down the platform.

Opened Weibo and registered an account.

Using the same name as her livestreaming account.

Then she posted a short Weibo, including information that Mi Xue was safe, why her livestream suddenly went offline, and that she wouldn’t be able to livestream for at least seven days.

Nowadays, people like to surf the internet and watch the drama when they have nothing else to do.

As soon as Mu Yunchu posted on Weibo, she was immediately discovered by a handful of fans.

Then they quickly relayed the message to the fan group.

One spread to ten, ten to a hundred.

Everyone knew what happened.

[I knew it, I wondered why the streamer suddenly disappeared mid-sentence.]

[Thank goodness the fated person is okay, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.]

[Wait, aren’t we forgetting something? The fated person is fine, but now the platform is in trouble!]

[How dare they ban our streamer’s live room, where was the gore or violence? A seven-day ban, who do they think they are?]

[Let’s go to their official account and protest! If they don’t release our streamer, I’ll never use this platform again!]

...

Then a group of people went in droves to the official Whale Platform page and "cordially" greeted its family.

Of course, before they left, they didn’t forget to give Mu Yunchu a follow.

Then, the platform noticed that a small account, registered less than half an hour ago, inexplicably gained 500,000 followers.

...

Lin Tianyou, who was handling office matters as usual, suddenly felt his ears burning.

He put down the file, subconsciously rubbed his ears, "What’s going on?"

"Is someone talking about me?"

Just as he finished speaking, the office door was suddenly flung open.

"Not good, Brother Lin, our official Weibo is being ’attacked’."

Lin Tianyou didn’t pay much attention to it.

But still a bit puzzled.

It’s not a holiday or festival recently, and he hasn’t released any promotional recharge offers or anything.

For a big platform like theirs, being scolded is pretty common, usually because of a discovered bug or inappropriate giveaways.

But all are easily resolved.

Either fix it, compensate, or ignore it.

It depends on the different situations.

Anyway, those people can’t not use their platform.

In the end, it’s a lot of noise with little consequence, and after a while, they forget about it.

So when he heard the subordinate reporting this news, Lin Tianyou didn’t take it to heart.

He even felt the subordinate was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"What’s it about?"

"A platform streamer got ’checked’ by a ’moderator’ during a live broadcast."

Lin Tianyou waved his hand, "No big deal."

"... That streamer is Mu Yunchu."

The pen in Lin Tianyou’s hand dropped in response.

"Who did you say?"

...

After closing Weibo, Mu Yunchu put her phone aside.

Glancing at the pendant on the table, her gaze naturally drifted away.

She told Li Shang to close the shop early and get some rest.

Because tomorrow would likely be busy from morning till night.

Sure enough, at the crack of dawn, the shop door was knocked on.

...

Luan Huacheng and Rong Mulan huffed and puffed as they walked for a long time.

The cool weather initially made the thickness of his clothes just right, but now he was breaking a sweat.

Stopping in place, hands on his hips, the deep blue jacket temporarily parted with the undershirt underneath.

His face full of incomprehension and disdain, he said while panting, "You said the place you’re taking me to, the conditions are worse than the construction sites I used to visit."

Luan Huacheng couldn’t understand what kind of person in this godforsaken place could make Rong Mulan so proud to recommend it to him.

"I spent a month, only to schedule an appointment with that master today."

"If we can’t make it, we’ll have to wait another month."

He frowned, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes couldn’t be concealed, and his eyes were full of concern.

The question is, can he last another month.