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

A moment later, the second person who was destined to connect initiated a connection request.

After the connection was established, a man in his thirties appeared on the screen. His ID was just a string of random numbers, clearly a newly registered account.

Shen Jingshu raised her eyes to examine the man's face, her tone slightly lowered, and asked calmly, "What do you want to have divined?"

The man's eyes held a lingering fear as he looked urgently at the camera: "Master Shen, I've heard everyone say that your fortune-telling is incredibly accurate, so I've come specifically to ask you for a favor."

"you say."

"My friend was murdered a few days ago. The police have been investigating for a long time, but they haven't found a single clue about the killer. I want you to figure out who killed him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

[A serial murder case? Could it be that case that's been causing such panic in the city lately?]

That's right, three people have been murdered in the past month, and all the victims were around the same age as this man.

Police issued a notice a few days ago reminding everyone not to stay out alone at night.

The comments section was immediately filled with heated discussions about this bizarre series of murders.

Shen Jingshu, who usually focused on her studies and rarely read social news, knew nothing about this matter. Upon hearing this, she asked, "Do you have a photo of the deceased?"

"Yes, I'll send it to you via private message right away."

Soon, Shen Jingshu received the photos backstage. Combined with the heavy, bloodthirsty aura surrounding the deceased's face, the entire cause and effect of the matter instantly became clear to her. She immediately returned the money the man had tipped her in advance.

"I cannot divine this divination."

The man froze, his voice a mix of excitement and skepticism: "Why? Everyone says you're incredibly capable, so why can't you do the same to me? Was everything that happened before just a script?"

The viewers in the live stream were also quite surprised. Since Master Shen started broadcasting, he has rarely refused to do a calculation. Everyone was puzzled. Could it be that there was a secret behind this murder case that could not be touched?

The man's emotions suddenly surged, every word laced with veiled accusation: "Could it be that you're in cahoots with the murderer, deliberately protecting a criminal? You fortune tellers have always believed in karma and reincarnation, diligently accumulating merit. That murderer has three lives on his hands, his sins are grave. If you were to step in, expose him, and bring him to justice, you would also gain a great deal of merit. Don't you members of the Xuanmen sect all rely on accumulating merit to cultivate and ascend to immortality?"

Shen Jingshu remained calm and composed, replying indifferently, "You seem to know quite a bit. Our line of work does indeed require accumulating merit. But those three victims were not innocent. They died at the hands of others, merely paying for the sins they committed in their youth. Including you, you are doomed tonight and will not live past midnight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's face drained of all color, gripped by overwhelming fear. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, and he stammered, "You...you must know what happened back then! I knew she wouldn't let me go. So many years have passed, why won't she forgive us! No, I'm going to the police station right now. With police protection, I don't believe he'll dare to commit any violence in the police station!"

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, hurriedly hung up the phone, and rushed to the police station for refuge.

"It's no use, you're going to die tonight," Shen Jingshu said coldly.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments, the screen filled with curiosity:

What's going on? Please, master, explain the details! I've already got my seat ready and am waiting for the truth!

[It seems this man and the three victims had committed crimes together in the past, and now the victims' relatives have returned for revenge?]

The man in the video is muttering to himself, his eyes unfocused and panicked. He looks like he's on the verge of collapse and has already lost his mind.

The live stream was flooded with messages from viewers urging them to know the whole story.

Shen Jingshu looked up at the camera, her voice clear and steady: "The murderer is also in the live broadcast room right now. I need her consent to know if she is willing to reveal the whole truth of what happened back then?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the live chat exploded.

What? The killer was actually lurking among us, watching the live stream?!

[It's chilling to think about; he watched helplessly as the man pleaded for help, remaining silently hidden in the shadows!]

A moment later, Shen Jingshu received a private message in the background, which was short and concise: I want the truth to come out.

After reading the private message, Shen Jingshu slowly spoke: "In that case, I will tell you a story that has been buried for eighteen years."

"The man on the other end of the line is named Zhang Zhen, and he is thirty-two years old this year. Eighteen years ago, he was only fourteen years old and in his third year of junior high school. The three victims were his classmates, and the four of them formed a small group."

To outsiders and teachers, the four students consistently ranked at the top of their class and were model students who were sensible and worry-free. But no one knew that behind their well-behaved facades, they harbored a deep-seated malice.

Several parents, focused solely on academics and grades, completely neglected the psychological and physiological changes their children underwent during puberty. Four teenage boys huddled together, spending their days chatting about their restless hormones. Initially, it was just playful banter, but gradually, simple conversations could no longer quell the turmoil within them. Coupled with the increasing pressure of the final year of junior high, the four developed distorted ideas and decided to find ways to vent their emotions.

On Friday after school, the four of them left school together as usual, heading to their secret hideout, a secluded corner that was the starting point for all their misdeeds…

The secret base was an old factory building that had been abandoned for many years. The four were quick-witted and academically outstanding, and in the eyes of outsiders, they had a bright future, but a twisted malice was brewing in their hearts. They had been secretly plotting for a long time, planning to take turns luring young girls to the factory building to vent their restless adolescence.

They initially wanted to target girls in their class, but the elite classes were strictly disciplined, requiring parents to pick them up on time after school. The girls were focused on their studies and dressed simply, making it impossible for them to make a move. After much thought, the group decided to target a cute-looking little girl from the neighboring elementary school.

The girl came from a single-parent family; after her parents divorced, she lived with her mother, who made a living by running a street stall. Her mother worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk at the stall and had no time to pick her up or drop her off. The girl either walked home alone each day or walked home with a classmate. After staking out the girl for several days and figuring out her pattern, the four finally identified her as their target.

On the day of the operation, Cao Lei, the most refined-looking and approachable of the four, stepped forward to strike up a conversation. The two families lived in the same neighborhood and occasionally passed each other on their way to and from school, but had never interacted before. For the next two weeks, Cao Lei deliberately waited on the girl's route home from school, initiating casual conversations and subtly inquiring about her family situation.

The little girl, following her mother's instructions, was always wary of adults and strangers. But the boy in front of her was wearing the uniform of the prestigious high school next door, carrying a schoolbag, and looked no different from any other student. She was usually very lonely traveling alone, and it was rare to have a gentle and considerate older brother offer her company. Over time, her guard gradually crumbled, and she became more willing to talk to Cao Lei about her feelings.