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

Zhang Xiao's curiosity was completely piqued. She was always fond of gossip and quick-witted, so she immediately typed, "So, miss, how much does it cost for a fortune telling?"

"Not much, a sports car as a gift will suffice, which is equivalent to 180 yuan."

One hundred and eighty yuan is not expensive for Zhang Xiao, who comes from a well-off family. It's just the cost of ordering two less takeout meals.

As if possessed, she clicked the request to connect.

A notification popped up on the screen: "Little Love Gossip Request Connection." Shen Jingshu clicked the mouse to accept the call.

The screen is divided in two: on the left is Shen Jingshu, wearing a mask and exuding a calm demeanor, and on the right is Zhang Xiao, dressed in a customer service uniform, sitting at her workstation, with the faint sound of keyboard typing coming from the background.

As soon as Zhang Xiao saw that the connection was successful, she quickly grabbed her earphones and put them on. It's better to keep this kind of thing low-key at the company.

Seeing that she was ready, Shen Jingshu asked, "What do you want to calculate?"

Zhang Xiao felt a mischievous urge and deliberately asked, "Didn't you just say you knew I had something on my mind? Then guess what I want to know?" Her tone was somewhat provocative.

Shen Jingshu wasn't annoyed; she simply replied, "Alright, then I'll get straight to the point."

Zhang Xiao quickly asked, "Do you need me to give you your birth date and time?"

"No need, your facial features are enough."

Zhang Xiao was startled. In her memory, fortune telling always involved asking for birth dates and times. This anchor was only looking at her face—it was too amazing! She immediately sat up straight: "Okay, then go ahead, I'm listening."

Shen Jingshu looked calmly at the camera and slowly began to speak:

"Have you been hearing thumping sounds coming from next door every time you get home from get off work lately? This is what bothers you the most. You've knocked on their door, but no one lives there. You asked the upstairs neighbors, and they said the apartment has always been empty. But every night, or when you get home late from get off work, that thumping sound like hitting a wall appears on time, intermittently, and it's been going on for almost a week now. You're already tired from work during the day, and this bothers you so much that you can't sleep well at night, and you're even starting to feel mentally exhausted."

Zhang Xiao froze at her workstation, her eyes wide with shock, almost letting out a scream.

She only confided in her best friend about this, and didn't even dare tell her parents, for fear that they would worry and make her move back home.

The anchor in front of her was a complete stranger, and could not possibly be someone she knew, yet she described the details of the matter with perfect clarity, including the time, the voice, and even the anchor's mental state.

Zhang Xiao was completely convinced, her voice trembling with urgency as she repeatedly asked into the microphone:

"Host, how do you know so much?! What's going on? Can you help me figure out what's happening next door?"

Seeing Zhang Xiao's eagerness for a solution, Shen Jingshu remained calm and offered her advice directly: "I advise you to move as soon as possible."

Why?

Zhang Xiao immediately retorted, "I'm living here just fine. The landlord is nice, and the apartment is close to my company. It would be hard to find such a suitable place again."

Seeing that she was unwilling to move, Shen Jingshu changed her approach: "Then just call the police."

"Call the police?"

Zhang Xiao was completely bewildered. "Why call the police? Isn't the neighbor's house empty? Has something serious happened?"

"There are indeed no living people next door, but a ghost lives there." Shen Jingshu's tone was calm, but her words were clear.

"What?!"

Startled, Zhang Xiao sprang up from her workstation, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, drawing the attention of her colleagues.

"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong? Why are you so easily startled?"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Zhang Xiao hurriedly waved her hand, her face flushed red, and apologized repeatedly, "I suddenly remembered something urgent, I'm sorry, you can continue with your work."

She hurriedly sat back down, lowered her voice, and asked into the microphone in a trembling tone, "Answerer, you're not kidding, are you? Are you sure there's a ghost living next door to me? You're not just trying to scare me, are you?"

Shen Jingshu calmly retorted, "Do I look like I'm deliberately trying to scare you? The thumping sound you hear every night is that ghost banging its head against the wall, trying to get attention."

"Bump your head against the wall?"

Zhang Xiao felt a chill run down her spine, her hands and feet turned ice-cold. "Then...then it lived next door to me before it died?"

"Yes, it died in that empty room, its soul trapped inside, unable to leave. It had been wronged and wanted to seek justice and revenge, which is why it kept banging its head against the wall at night, trying to warn others that something was wrong with the room."

These words sent chills down Zhang Xiao's spine and made her feel cold all over.

However, just a wall away, there might not only be ghosts next door, but also corpses.

She usually considers herself to be quite brave, but at this moment she was so frightened that her heart was pounding and her back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Just then, several new comments suddenly appeared in the live stream—

"Tsk tsk, isn't this probably a pre-arranged script?"

"One of them is acting strangely, and the other is talking mysteriously; they're working together quite convincingly."

"They're deliberately being mysterious, just to trick you into giving them gifts, right?"

A group of netizens who had been watching the show suddenly appeared in the live stream. They thought it was a talent show between two girls, but all they heard were tales of ghosts and gods. They became very interested and the chat became lively.

Zhang Xiao, who was initially flustered, panicked when she saw the comments section filled with accusations that she and the streamer were faking it. She immediately spoke into the microphone to defend herself: "Don't talk nonsense! This is the first time I've ever seen this streamer today, I don't know her at all! What she said is exactly the same situation I encountered, I have no reason to cooperate with her in faking it!"

But then she had another problem, her brow furrowing: "But... without any evidence, how am I supposed to tell the police? Should I just say I suspect someone died next door and their ghost is banging against the wall for help?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the live stream chat was immediately filled with mocking "hahaha," full of disbelief.

Shen Jingshu remained calm, ignoring the clamoring comments on the screen. She looked at Zhang Xiao and said firmly, "Believe it or not. But the ghost has sent out a distress signal, and I must take care of this. If you really want to call the police, I can tell you that the body is under the bed in the master bedroom next door."

"Under the bed board?" Zhang Xiao's pupils contracted, and her heart suddenly raced.

Shen Jingshu added, hitting the nail on the head: "Have you been smelling a faint stench around your house lately? You've searched the whole house but haven't found the source of the rotting garbage or anything like that. Have you ever considered that the smell isn't coming from your house at all, but from the rotting corpse next door, drifting over the walls?"

These words instantly struck a chord with Zhang Xiao, who had been harboring doubts for some time. She froze, finally completely believing Shen Jingshu.

"Okay, I believe you!"

Zhang Xiao gritted her teeth, glanced at the time—it was almost time to leave work—and said, "I'll call the police now! By the time I get home, the police should be here soon."

Her words only fueled the doubts in the live stream.

"Seriously? They actually dared to call the police?"

"Making a false police report can lead to legal consequences; be careful you don't get called in for questioning!"

"Alright, alright, you guys are putting on quite a show, I'll send you some free gifts to join in the fun."

A few free gifts drifted by, full of mockery.

Zhang Xiao was already distracted by what happened next door, and the repeated accusations that she was faking it ignited her anger. She turned to the camera and said in a deep voice, "Whether I made a false police report or not, we'll know when the police report comes out! I'm making the call right now, and I won't end the live stream. You just wait and see!"