Chapter 13 Please, don't cut the live stream!!!
Chapter 13 Please, don't cut the live stream!!!
"Quick, quick, there must be a security camera!"
Looking at the panicked expressions in the room, seeing the people inside staring in astonishment at a flashing red dot, and then their eyes frantically scanning the rest of the room.
As if reaching the climax of the hide-and-seek game, the live stream chat suddenly became tense.
They finally found it!!!
It's too late... too late! It's all been broadcast live!
[Thrilling! A scene of mass social death (and possibly physical death)!]
Who on earth is livestreaming?! Is it that shadow? Or Li Kai?
I think it's the original poster! He was acting from the very beginning!
[It's chilling... We've all become accomplices...]
So this is what it feels like to be spied on!
Please, don't pinch me!!!
Li Kai's face was undoubtedly the most unpleasant; he clearly hadn't expected this. He had arranged for the "audience" outside the window, but he hadn't anticipated there was an even closer pair of "eyes" inside the room!
who is it?
Cheng Tan? No, his fear doesn't seem feigned.
A shadow? He was too calm and professional.
A lynx? A meticulous researcher? A Zhe Xiaofei? Lin Qian?
Or... is it the real mastermind who left the note and has yet to show up?
However, the live stream only shook for a few seconds, and then everyone heard Lin Qian utter a few cold words:
"Wang Bin, the 'electric wire man,' also died the day before yesterday..."
These words seemed to freeze everyone's hands in the room as they searched for the camera. The shadow's fingers, gripping the flashlight, tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
The words "also dead" struck everyone's heart like three ice bullets.
In the live stream, the rapidly scrolling chat experienced a momentary lag, before erupting even more frantically and densely, almost completely obscuring the screen.
【!!!!!!!】
[Dead?! Another one?!]
[The day before yesterday?! Was it an accident like Zhao Jianguo's?]
This absolutely cannot be a coincidence! A serial murder?!
Who is this Lin Qian?! How does she know?!
[This is chilling! Could she be the one who orchestrated this?!]
[Information overload! Quick! Comment masters, investigate Wang Bin!]
[Yes, yes, yes! Quickly search for local news! Society section! Obituaries! Anything will do!]
The deathly silence in the room was broken by Li Kai's hoarse voice: "What did you say? Wang Bin is dead? The day before yesterday? How did he die? How do you know?!"
"How would I know?" Lin Qian repeated, "Because... I've been investigating too. Ever since I saw that trending post on the forum, or rather, even earlier, I've had some kind of interest in this matter."
She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "Wang Bin's death didn't make the official news; it was handled very discreetly. It was an 'accident'—he slipped and fell into an uncovered manhole while drunk and drowned. He wasn't discovered until the next morning. The location was a shantytown in the north of the city slated for demolition, where surveillance was scarce and the population was chaotic."
Another "accident"!
An "accident" just like Zhao Jianguo's "accident" more than a decade ago!
All of them occurred after the time period related to the incident, all were due to drunkenness and slips, and all seemed like flawless "accidents"!
"How did you find out?" Shadow asked in a deep voice, his question going straight to the heart of the matter. "Ordinary people would hardly know the details of such a low-key accident."
Lin Qian met Shadow's gaze without flinching. "I have my own connections. Some... friends within the police force, or, non-governmental organizations that are particularly concerned about unnatural deaths." Her explanation was vague.
Cheng Tan felt like he was suffocating.
The ice pick—Zhao Jianguo—is dead.
The wire—Wang Bin—was also dead.
They all died in "accidents".
What about the rest? Wrench, utility knife, paperweight, pliers... which ones correspond to?
Is it...
Could his nightmares over these thirteen nights not only be an "echo" of his past crimes, but also a "death omen" for those involved? And were the murder weapons that appeared beside his pillow... "invitations" or "judgments"?
No! This is too absurd! This defies all reason! But how can we explain the coincidences and the successive deaths?
Li Kai's face was so dark it seemed to drip water. He stared at Lin Qian, as if trying to see through her skin to her soul: "Who exactly are you? Why are you investigating these things? What is your relationship with Li Wan... and my sister?!"
Lin Qian was silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "I have no direct relationship with Li Wan. But I... know someone who might be related to her. Someone whose life was completely changed because of that incident back then. I'm searching for the truth for that person."
Her words still left room for interpretation, but they undoubtedly embedded her even deeper into this enigma. She was not an innocent "explorer" caught up in the mess; she was a well-prepared "investigator."
The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded unimaginable figures. The comments are no longer just expressions of amazement and fear; people are starting to piece together information. After all, in the internet age, any fragment of information that appears can be quickly pieced together with the collaboration of countless netizens.
[Wang Bin... Wang Bin... I think I vaguely remember him!]
[That guy who drowned in the shantytown in the north of the city? I heard a neighbor mention it; they said it was because he was an alcoholic that he deserved it...]
[Quick! Anyone living in the northern part of the city? Details needed!]
I interned at a nearby police station... I overheard auxiliary police officers discussing that the deceased had some old injuries, and didn't seem like an ordinary thug...
[An old injury? From a fight?]
[Investigate Zhao Jianguo! The ice pick man! Does anyone know more?]
[Is Zhao Jianguo... the one from the old Hongxing Machinery Factory? He's been acting strangely since he was laid off?]
[A machine factory? That would give him too much access to tools and ice picks!]
When Zhao Jianguo died, some neighbors said he was restless for days afterward and kept muttering about "retribution"...
【retribution?!】
The comments section began to spontaneously dig into the background fragments of the two deceased individuals.
Despite the chaos and the difficulty in distinguishing truth from falsehood, some key points are beginning to emerge:
Zhao Jianguo, a former machine factory worker, had easy access to tools and mentioned "retribution" before his death; Wang Bin, a hoodlum with a history of violence and old injuries, died from "accidental" drowning.
These fragmented pieces of information cannot be seen by people inside the room through the live stream.
An invisible flow of information is weaving another net outside the room.
Inside the room, Li Kai temporarily set aside his relentless pursuit of Lin Qian's identity, his attention firmly gripped by the two consecutive "accidental" deaths. Thirteen years of obsession had given him a hound-like sense of anything unusual related to his sister's death.
"Both...are dead..." Li Kai murmured, his sharp eyes sweeping over the murder weapon on the ground, then over Cheng Tan. "Cheng Tan, your nightmare sequence...ice spike first, wire second...Zhao Jianguo and Wang Bin, exactly correspond to the first two, and both died recently in 'accidents'..."
He suddenly approached Cheng Tan, "When exactly did your nightmare begin? When exactly!"
Cheng Tan was intimidated by his imposing manner and subconsciously replied, "About a month ago... it started with the ice spike nightmare."
"A month ago..." Li Kai pondered this point in time, "What about the time of Zhao Jianguo and Wang Bin's deaths?"
Lin Qian interjected, "Zhao Jianguo died three weeks ago. Wang Bin died the day before yesterday."
The timelines actually match up!
Cheng Tan's nightmare begins (one month ago) -> Zhao Jianguo dies (three weeks ago, corresponding to the first nightmare, the ice spike) -> Wang Bin dies (the day before yesterday, corresponding to the second nightmare, the power line)!
The proximity in time and the correspondence in sequence are enough to send chills down your spine.
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