A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The floating live-streaming ball is still pointed at the courtyard wall.

Half of the "Shouzhuo" seal was blurred by the system backend, but the live stream chat was still flooded with messages about the location of the Beilu Forest Protection Station.

Only check publicly available information; do not disturb the elderly.

Zhou He's returning to Songhe Village the day after tomorrow; this connection is now secure.

[Could we livestream the process of seeking medical help? With hundreds of thousands of people searching together, it would be much more efficient.]

Chen Lang raised his hand, and the live broadcast ball fell back into his palm.

That's all for tonight.

The number of viewers in the live stream is still increasing.

Chen Lang stared directly at the camera, his wisps of hair falling above his brow bone, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Medical records, prescriptions, and addresses all involve privacy."

"With hundreds of thousands of people searching together, whether they find clues or just cause trouble for the elderly, no one can guarantee."

"Once the verification is complete, we will disclose what can be made public."

"It can't be made public, so even spamming the internet with rockets won't help."

[Brother Lang is right, let's all disperse.]

[The management team is keeping a close eye on this; anyone who steals addresses will be immediately banned.]

[Mother-in-law, get some rest early. We'll wait for good news the day after tomorrow.]

Chen Lang cut off the live stream.

The light curtain on the courtyard wall dimmed, leaving only the embers of the charcoal stove and the yellow glow of the kerosene lamp.

"Titan, process tonight's cache."

[Prescription dosage, patient information, geographic location, and person's address have been deleted]

[Standard courtyard views have been preserved]

[Footage featuring Granny Gui awaits authorization confirmation]

Grandma Gui held the ceramic cup in both hands, listened to Bai Weiwei's explanation, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her rough hands.

"The courtyard is fine to keep, but the prescriptions must be deleted."

"In the village, people rely on prescriptions rather than doctors, and they just copy the prescriptions to get medicine, which can easily lead to health problems."

"Do as my mother-in-law instructed."

Chen Lang tapped the desktop with his finger bones, cutting off the background process.

In the kitchen, flames licked the bottom of the pot from the stove, and the firewood crackled as it burned.

The steam from the bubbling fish soup drifted out along the door frame.

Bai Weiwei unfolded the bedding in the guest room, and the cotton fabric smelled of being dried in the sun.

She placed a pot of warm water on the bedside table.

Gu Qingshang lowered the brightness of the computer screen and tapped the keyboard, listing the year, people, and locations in the table.

"The forest rangers stayed at the station for more than half a year. Before leaving, they burned the waste and handed over the remaining medicinal herbs to the Yunxiu Cooperative. Zhou Henian was responsible for the acceptance."

Gu Qingshang removed his hands from the keyboard.

"Mother-in-law, what month exactly?"

"When the plums had just been picked from the tree."

Grandma Gui took the bowl from Su Niannian and stirred the rice noodles in the soup with her chopsticks.

"It's been so long, I can't remember the exact dates."

Gu Qingshang typed "Pending verification" in the month column.

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair and tapped two fingers on the name on the back of the old photo.

"What we've got is a direction."

"Prescriptions are passed around, and there's a time lag in photo development; people's memories all follow the seasons."

"Zhou Henian, the cooperative's archives, and the forest ranger station's registration—two of these three documents must be found as independent evidence for this connection to be considered secure."

Gu Qingshang nodded, circled the words "Cheng Shouzhou has confirmed" with the cursor, pressed the delete key, and changed it to "highly trustworthy related person".

"clear."

Su Niannian dragged the wooden chair over and placed it across the edge of the table.

The investigation has been halted.

"My mother-in-law walked thirty miles of mountain road in the dark, and hadn't even eaten two bites of food."

"If you keep asking, there's still no sign of Cheng Shou-chou. You'll have to prescribe medicine for us first."

Grandma Gui picked up a few strands of rice noodles, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"I'll prescribe you some advice: talk less."

"I am allergic to this medicine."

Su Niannian responded quickly and decisively.

Bai Weiwei peeked out from behind the door frame of the guest room.

"She's had allergies since she was little, and there's no cure."

Laughter dispelled the dampness in the night breeze.

Gu Qingshang closed the screen and ate the belated dinner with the old man.

The next morning.

As the morning sun rises over the ridgeline of Cangshan Mountain, the wooden door of the main room is half-open, and the sound of keyboard typing is rhythmic and varied.

Shen Qingci sat upright in front of the wooden table, her long hair held back by blue and white tie-dyed strips of cloth.

The screen spans a ten-year timeline, with four publicly available documents laid out to the side.

Mr. Gu was hospitalized.

The mountain health and wellness project has been approved.

Cheng Shouzhou settled down at the forest protection station on the northern slope.

Yunxiu Cooperative's orders have surged.

The project has been suspended.

Cheng Shouzhou left.

The cooperative was deregistered.

Drag the mouse and populate all the nodes into a new table.

The red line secures both ends.

The date the project was suspended was only four days different from the time Granny Gui recalled when Cheng Shouzhuo left.

Three months later, the cooperative submitted a deregistration application, stating "operational difficulties" as the reason.

The publicly available industrial and commercial procurement lists clearly show that in the six months before the cancellation, the cooperative continued to supply goods to three major pharmaceutical companies without interruption.

A cup of hot milk was placed on the table, and a ring of condensation formed on the glass.

Chen Lang pulled out the chair opposite him, rested his elbows on the armrests, and didn't look at the screen.

"Eat breakfast first. You can't change your timeline, but your stomach won't stay up all night."

Shen Qingci picked up her cup and took a small sip, her gaze fixed on the red line.

"The third ring road is missing."

Shen Qingci held the mouse, and the cursor drew a circle on the timeline.

"First, the real reason for the project's suspension."

"Secondly, who did Cheng Shouzhou meet in the four days before he left?"

"Third, the cooperative has no shortage of orders, so why would it fabricate difficulties and voluntarily cancel its registration?"

Chen Lang tore open the packaging of the whole wheat bread, broke it in half along the center line, and pushed one half over.

"Think along those lines."

"Aren't you going to give a judgment?"

"I'll just handle the logistics and feeding; you can do the thinking."

Shen Qingci picked up the half-bread, tore off a small strip, and put it in her mouth.

"You, the consultant, are slacking off today."

Chen Lang leaned back, his back pressed against the chair back.

"High-end consultants are billed by the minute."

"You have three minutes left of your free credit."

"Put it in the account first."

Shen Qingci typed the save shortcut.

Outside the courtyard wall, wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs, and the sound of engines grew louder as they approached.

Ye Xingyu shuffled out of the guest room in her slippers, her work phone flashing on and off in her palm.

Walking into the main room, she pressed the record button on the screen and opened the chat window named "Young Master Long".

The screen was filled with lengthy text.

The Cangshan Night Mountain Running Race will start in three days.

Sponsor banners covered the track, supercar clubs gathered, and the live streaming platform featured the event prominently on its homepage.

Her revelation last night caused a complete reversal in public opinion regarding the event.

The other party presented three demands.

Delete the replay.

Publicly whitewashing Xingyao Interactive Entertainment.

To shut up.

If she refuses to comply, Xingyao will immediately sue for 20 million yuan in damages and force her to fulfill her contract as the co-driver in the car race.

At the bottom of the screen, the last message hangs there all alone.

"Don't force me to send a car to the yard to fetch someone."

Su Niannian walked in carrying a large bowl of steaming hot rice noodles.

She caught a glimpse of the words on the screen out of the corner of her eye, and slammed the bowl in her hand heavily onto the wooden table, splashing a few drops of soup onto the surface.

"His bodyguards haven't even had their full casts yet, and he's already planning to send another group to get a number?"

Ye Xingyu did not reply to the message.

Long press to save the original record, record the homepage information, capture the system time, and compress the data.

The document was sent directly to the email address of the lawyer Gu Qingshang had found.

"No more verbal battles."

She flipped her phone over and placed it face down on the wooden table.

"The lawyer took over."

Shen Qingci removed the cap from his carbon pen and wrote down the date of the event on the side of the timeline.

"Cangshan Nighttime Mountain Running Race"

Bai Weiwei lifted the bamboo curtain and entered the room, holding a notepad in her hand.

"I just finished communicating with the village committee."

"In the past few days, there have been many modified vehicles testing the mountain roads on the north slope."

"Village officials went door-to-door to remind people not to wander around the mountain after dark."

Chen Lang turned his head and his gaze fell on the line of words on the notebook.

Three days later.

"It happened to fall exactly the day after the Three Spirits Ritual ended."

"Money, connections, and traffic are all invested in Cangshan Mountain."

Bai Weiwei pulled over a stool and sat down.

"The Songhe Village Committee confirmed that Zhou Henian did indeed manage medicinal herbs, but he retired long ago."

"Keep the address confidential. We can try to find someone at the ceremony the day after tomorrow, or we can try our luck at the old site of the cooperative today."

Gu Qingshang closed the notebook and held it in his hand.

"Let's go through the process."

"Go to the old site first, then go to the town's archives."

"No appointments, no visits."

"The car is all set up."

Bai Weiwei said, "We borrowed two local off-road vehicles. They have short wheelbases and can make U-turns on the broken roads on the northern slope."

"Your heavy truck blocked the road as soon as it drove in. The moment the engine started, even before we got out of the car, everyone within a three-mile radius knew that a passenger had arrived."

Chen Lang tossed the heavy truck key back into the drawer.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions. Let's keep a low profile today."

Su Niannian distributed the bowls and chopsticks, and stuffed a pair of wooden chopsticks into Chen Lang's hand.

"You saying the word 'low-key' is as fake as telling me I'm going to be a vegetarian."

The bag of documents was neatly packed away.

The document contained a copy of the incomplete prescription, a letter of authorization from Gu Lao's patient's family, Gu Qingshang's identification documents, and two guarantees that were not publicly photographed.

Grandma Gui's oral account was kept on file, with all characteristics that could point to her being an elderly person removed.

The morning light streamed through the carved wooden window of the main room and shone on the old photograph.

Chen Lang picked up the photo and held it up in the light.

On the signboard of the forest ranger station in the lower right corner of the photo, a few blurry outlines can be seen.

Warm light illuminates the photographic paper.

The characters at the bottom of the doorplate gradually became visible.

Temporary medicinal herb liaison point for mountain health and wellness projects.

Gu Qingshang stepped forward, took the photos, and compared them with the Gu Group project documents he had copied last night.

I scrolled the mouse wheel three times and scrolled to the bottom of the spreadsheet.

The entire roster contained no information about traditional Chinese medicine consultants, no information about this medicinal herb contact point, and no information about Cheng Shou-chou.

"This project was initially led by a side branch."

Gu Qingshang opened his phone's contacts and found a long string of numbers with an area code.

"Grandpa forced the project to stop, and the original supervisor was transferred overseas."

The dial button hasn't been pressed yet.

The screen of the personal cell phone on the table lit up first.

There was no caller ID, but a plain text message popped up.

"Don't bring up old grievances on the northern slope."

Gu Qingshang stuck his thumb on the edge of the screen, his chest heaving and stopping abruptly.

The breathing in the main room paused for a moment.

Chen Lang reached out and took the phone, his gaze sweeping over the timestamp at the top.

The moment the text was restored from the photo, the challenging text message arrived right on its tail.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the courtyard.

The two SUVs had already warmed up, and the low rumble of their engines idling could be heard through the courtyard wall.

"Turn off the engine."

"The person who sent the text message is watching this yard from nearby."