Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

The third winner's ID was just a string of cold numbers, clearly indicating that the account had just been registered and the nickname had not even been changed.

Once the connection was established, the environment on the other end of the line was extremely oppressive. The person was in an empty room, dimly lit and gloomy. The person in the video was completely covered up, wearing a black baseball cap and a mask covering their face. Their all-black attire almost blended into the surrounding shadows, revealing no part of their features.

The live stream chat instantly became lively, with viewers joking and commenting:

"This guy is so mysterious! He's even more low-key and cautious than the streamers!"

"Covered up so tightly, could it be that you're a public figure who can't easily appear in public?"

Shen Jingshu remained calm and casually asked, "Since you were fortunate enough to win a lucky bag, why don't you tell me what you've come here to have divined?"

The man in black did not answer immediately, but instead sent out gifts one after another. Dozens of luxurious rockets lit up in the live broadcast room, filling the screen with light.

The entire audience erupted in uproar, with gasps of amazement filling the screen. Before even asking a question, the generous tip was already astonishing.

Platform notifications for large donations kept popping up across the internet, attracting a steady stream of casual viewers to the live stream. New viewers were completely confused, staring at the two people, both with their faces covered, wondering who was telling whose fortune.

Longtime fans quickly provided explanations in the live chat, recounting the entire fortune-telling process. New viewers then understood and became even more curious about the mysterious tycoon's intentions.

Once the gift-giving had stopped, Shen Jingshu slowly spoke: "The divination fee is already sufficient, so please feel free to state your request."

The man finally spoke, his voice processed by a voice changer, hoarse and low, unrecognizable from his original tone, his wariness was obvious.

"I would like to ask a master to help me find someone."

"I can help you find someone, but do you have their birth date and time, or a photo?"

"There are photos."

The man quickly sent the photo to the back office. Shen Jingshu opened it and saw a tall, upright man leaning against a luxury car. He had an outstanding temperament and a clear and distinct appearance.

Shen Jingshu glanced at the man's face in the photo and instantly deduced all the details of his life.

Ordinary people only know that fortune telling relies on facial features and birth charts, but those who are truly proficient in metaphysics can see through everything just by looking at their palms.

Although the man in front of her had covered himself up completely, only his hands were exposed. Shen Jingshu had already seen through his true identity by observing his hands that he had inadvertently revealed, and she also knew the hidden story behind his search for someone.

She remained expressionless, but subtly beckoned to Xu Zhixia beside her. Xu Zhixia immediately moved closer, and Shen Jingshu took her phone, quickly typing and sending a message while the camera was obscuring her view—her movements were so fast that no one had time to read it carefully.

He handed the phone back to Xu Zhixia, who quickly opened it to check the message. She immediately gasped and her eyes widened in shock.

Upon seeing this, Song Ran and Lin Miaomiao quickly stepped forward. After reading the text, both of them were shocked and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Only Shen Jingshu remained calm as she slowly spoke to the camera: "The person you are looking for has already passed away."

Upon hearing this, the man in black opposite him showed no reaction, as if he had known all along. His voice, altered by a voice changer, said, "Dead? Master, since you can communicate with spirits and see ghosts, can you help me find his soul?"

The viewers in the live stream were filled with doubt. The person was already dead, so why insist on searching for their soul? It was truly baffling.

"I can't do that."

Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately darkened with displeasure, his tone laced with sarcasm and skepticism: "Can't do it? Could it be that all your previous skills were just an act, a publicity stunt, a performance in cahoots with others?"

He stumbled into the live stream by chance today and witnessed Shen Jingshu helping Jiahao lure the female ghost out. He was deeply shocked and truly believed that he had encountered a master with real skills.

He was quite wealthy and had come to ask for help with a "let's give it a try" attitude. However, fearing that his identity would be exposed and cause trouble, he specially prepared some clothes to cover himself up completely.

Upon hearing Shen Jingshu's frank statement that she could not do it, he immediately felt contempt for her.

Despite the other party's offensive remarks, Shen Jingshu remained unperturbed, and chuckled lightly, "I cannot find this person, but I can certainly look into your past."

"Count me? What's there to count about me?" the man said with utter disdain.

"Since you think I'm not capable enough, then let me calculate your life story and see if what I say is accurate."

Shi Lei's tone was full of contempt and disdain, completely disregarding Shen Jingshu's words.

Just then, Shen Jingshu's clear and cold voice slowly rang out, each word distinct and hitting the nail on the head: "Your real name is Shi Lei, you are thirty-eight years old this year, and you are the head of a drug trafficking gang."

The moment those words were spoken, the live stream exploded with a massive wave of activity, the chat filled with a dense, frantic barrage of comments.

Everyone suddenly realized why this person was wrapped up so tightly; it turned out that he was a person of grave sin and could not be exposed to the light of day!

Shi Lei, on the other end of the camera, was suddenly jolted, his heart filled with a turbulent storm.

He couldn't understand how the other party could know so much about him when he hadn't revealed a single piece of information throughout the entire process, and had even used his subordinate's account without leaving a trace.

He suppressed his panic and immediately denied it: "You've miscalculated! My name isn't Shi Lei, my age doesn't match, and I'm not a gang leader. Don't make baseless accusations!"

"Whether it's slander or not, do you dare to take off your hat and mask and show your true face?" Shen Jingshu's tone was stern. "You are still on the wanted list, with nowhere to hide."

"You're talking nonsense!" Shi Lei shouted sternly.

"You know better than anyone whether what I said is true or false."

Shen Jingshu's gaze was sharp as she continued to expose his thoughts, "You're so eager to find that man's soul only because he already died tragically at your hands. He was a dutiful anti-drug police officer who hid a large quantity of your contraband before his death. You're going to great lengths to find him, just to use psychic abilities to pry the location of the goods out of his ghost. Am I right?"

These words completely exposed his deepest, most secret plans, throwing Shi Lei into utter chaos and rendering him unable to feign composure any longer.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his hand, ripped off his baseball cap, and removed his mask, revealing a face with a hideous scar on it.

Upon seeing this, viewers in the live stream quickly took screenshots and compared them with the wanted information. Moments later, the screen was filled with comments confirming the evidence.

"It really is him! Shi Lei, the wanted fugitive across the entire internet!"

"Good heavens, how dare they come to the master's live stream seeking connections? They've practically walked into a trap!"

Shi Lei's face turned sinister. Having already given himself away, he decided to stop pretending and said coldly, "So what if you predicted everything correctly? I've already given you enough face by proactively seeking your fortune-telling. If you help me find the missing soul and discover the whereabouts of the goods, I'll give you five million!"

Shen Jingshu gave a faint sneer, unmoved.

Seeing that she remained unmoved, Shi Lei gritted his teeth and kept raising the price: "Ten million! Fifteen million! Twenty million!"

He kept increasing his bets, his expression extremely anxious, which showed that the goods were of great importance to him, and he was willing to spend a lot of money to get them back.