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

The old man adjusted his worn-out reading glasses, his voice filled with anxiety and confusion, and slowly explained the situation: "Answerer, my daughter's name is Xiaomei, she's forty-five years old. A week ago, she suddenly disappeared without a trace. Before she disappeared, she often contacted us, her husband and I. At first, she only casually mentioned that she was feeling down and planned to go out for a walk. I was worried, so I specifically called my son-in-law, Zhang Tong, to ask if the young couple had quarreled or had a fight."

Zhang Tong spoke calmly at the time, saying that the two had not argued, and even explained with a smile that perhaps their daily lives were too mundane, and their daughter wanted to go out for a walk to relieve her boredom.

They had been married for twenty years, and in our eyes they had always been loving and harmonious, so my wife and I had no further suspicions.

A week ago, my son-in-law suddenly called urgently, saying that he could not contact Xiaomei at all and asked us to try calling our daughter.

We dialed countless numbers, but no one answered, and there was no word from them. In a panic, we immediately called the police. The police searched everywhere, reviewed surveillance footage along the route, and after several days of searching, they still couldn't find any trace of my daughter.

As soon as he finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded with comments and discussions.

Logically speaking, with surveillance cameras everywhere these days, and all travel, accommodation, and spending all recorded, it's impossible for a living person to simply disappear into thin air.

Could it be that the couple had a private argument and the sister, in a fit of pique, hid at a relative's house, deliberately cutting off all contact to calm down alone?

I totally understand. When you're exhausted by household chores and the daily grind, you really want to find a place where nobody knows you and hide away for a few days, escaping all the chaos.

On the other side of the screen, Shen Jingshu stared intently at the faces of the two elderly people in the camera. She could already detect a faint, gloomy aura between her brows, and she vaguely sensed that things were far more complicated than the comments on the screen suggested.

In front of the screen, Shen Jingshu's gaze narrowed slightly as she quietly examined the faces of the two white-haired elderly people in the camera lens.

Without needing to calculate her birth chart, she could discern the whole truth simply by looking at her face.

The two elders had slightly sunken and dull foreheads, and their complexions, which should have been gentle and peaceful, were instead shrouded in a very faint yet chilling black mist of death that lingered and refused to dissipate.

This is a typical ominous sign of a child dying a violent death.

The viewers in the live stream were still speculating in good faith that Xiaomei had simply run away in a fit of pique and was temporarily hiding away.

But a faint coldness had already settled over Shen Jingshu's eyes.

With a thought, she quietly activated her third eye.

The clear golden light shines through the screen, piercing through the illusory appearance and revealing the cruel truth that has been deliberately concealed.

Within the vision of the celestial eye, the causal chain clearly emerges—

The elderly couple's daughter, Xiaomei, did not disappear a week ago.

She was brutally murdered a full month ago and has long since passed away.

The bones are silent, but the wronged souls have not yet departed.

What's most chilling is that the murderer who killed Xiaomei was not an outsider.

She was someone the two elders trusted implicitly, someone they never suspected, and someone they never expected to be close to.

The live stream chat was still filled with gentle words of comfort and well-intentioned speculation.

[Don't be too anxious, grandma. Maybe your sister is just under too much pressure and needs some peace and quiet.]

It's normal for adults to occasionally go missing for a few days; they'll most likely be back in a couple of days.

The police didn't find anything unusual, so everything should be fine.

Seeing the screen full of well-intentioned words of comfort, Shen Jingshu felt a little gloomy.

Everyone was deceived by the apparent disappearance.

Everyone thought that Xiaomei had just run away in a fit of pique.

Only she could see it—the murderer concealed the truth, fabricated stories, kept the elders calm, and deceived the police, perfectly disguising a murder case as an ordinary missing person case.

Shen Jingshu withdrew her Heavenly Eye, her gaze calm and serene as she looked at the two elderly people in the camera's lens, their faces filled with anxiety and longing. Her voice was soft yet incredibly heavy:

"My dear parents, you... I'm afraid you won't live to see your daughter return."

Upon hearing Shen Jingshu's resolute words, the old man swayed violently. He gripped the edge of the chair tightly, his voice trembling, "Anchor, do you mean... our daughter is no longer alive?"

"That's right, Xiaomei was murdered a month ago."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two elderly people shook their heads repeatedly, their eyes filled with disbelief: "It's impossible! A month ago, she was still sending us messages to let us know she was safe. We only completely lost contact a week ago. How could something have happened so early?"

Just as Shen Jingshu was about to uncover the trickery, the front door of the living room suddenly clicked open.

A middle-aged man nearing fifty years old walked in carrying vegetables and fruits; he was Zhang Tong, the elderly couple's son-in-law.

The elderly couple turned around at the sound, and the old lady quickly got up to greet them: "Xiao Tong, you've come at the right time. We're on a live stream with a fortune teller and asked her to help us find Xiao Mei."

Zhang Tong's eyes quickly scanned the phone screen, his face instantly showing displeasure. He frowned and said, "Mom and Dad, most online fortune tellers are scammers. Did you get tricked into spending money?"

"It only cost a little over a hundred yuan, not much," the old man replied. "But the anchor said that Xiaomei has already been murdered."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tong was first taken aback, then his eyes suddenly reddened, his face filled with grief and anger, and his voice abruptly rose: "Nonsense! How could a perfectly healthy person be murdered? This is pure cursing and deception!"

He strode forward, took the phone from the old man, pointed it at himself, his eyes filled with anxiety and sorrow, and said urgently, "Answerer, my wife was just feeling down and went out for a walk to clear her head. How could you say it was an accident? What makes you think you're spreading rumors out of thin air?"

In the footage, Zhang Tong appears grief-stricken and distraught, seemingly deeply in love with his wife and unable to accept the devastating news. If an ordinary person were to see this, they would surely be deceived by his feigned affection.

However, Shen Jingshu had already seen through the mystery with her Heavenly Eye. There was no deathly aura of losing a wife between this person's brows. Instead, there was a hidden joy and a hint of ferocity.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[So this is the missing woman's husband. It's heartbreaking to see. They seemed to have a really good relationship.]

No wonder they said the couple had been happily married for twenty years; judging from his expression, he truly misses his wife.

[Did the streamer miscalculate? Could they have really wronged an innocent person?]

Shen Jingshu looked calmly at Zhang Tong through the screen, and said in a clear and cold voice, "The lie you made up is about taking a break. Xiaomei did not leave home. The person who killed her is you."

As soon as those words were spoken, Zhang Tong's face, which had been filled with excitement and indignation, suddenly stiffened, and a fleeting look of panic crossed his eyes.

Faced with Zhang Tong's deliberately agitated and indignant questioning, Shen Jingshu's gaze remained calm and cold as she stared directly at the barely concealed panic in his eyes through the screen.

Her tone was indifferent, her words sharp and incisive, hitting the nail on the head:

"You ask me what I mean?"

"Don't you know better than anyone where Xiaomei is?"

"She is your wife, the person who has been by your side for twenty years. Whether she left home to get over her troubles or has already passed away, the person who knows the truth best in the world has never been the police, nor the two elderly people, but you, Zhang Tong."