I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Even after human trafficker Liu Cheng was taken away, the old street was still bustling with activity.

The parents of the two children arrived one after the other.

Li An'an's mother held her son and cried so hard she could barely stand.

When the other little girl was rescued, she was still clutching half a sugar painting in her hand, and her face was covered in tears.

Yang Mi squatted down beside her and wiped her hands.

Shen Ling'er stood in front of the stall, kicking a small pebble with her head down.

He Chuan held the microphone, his voice becoming softer.

"The two children are now safe, and the suspect has been apprehended by the police."

"The program team once again reminds parents to keep a close eye on their children."

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

"Shen Ling'er is amazing!"

"She said she couldn't tell fortunes, but she ended up arresting a human trafficker?"

"This isn't fortune telling, it's a radar for humanity."

But Old Hu didn't laugh.

He re-hung the wooden sign that read "Not for the Child's Fate," his finger pausing over the words.

"baby."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

Old Hu looked at her.

"Did your father teach you to judge people?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Old Hu then asked, "Did I teach you how to read fortunes?"

Shen Ling'er tucked her small hands into her sleeves.

"I won't teach."

Old Hu's eyes flickered.

"You don't know how?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"My dad said that those who are good at reading people should have their mouths sewn shut."

Old Hu fell silent.

He Chuan's heart tightened.

Now, whenever he hears "my dad said," he feels that something bad is about to happen.

Yang Mi also looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er immediately lowered her head.

"Mother, I didn't say that."

Yang Mi patted her head.

"Mom isn't blaming you."

Old Hu picked up his teacup but didn't drink it.

"My master used to be really good at it."

Zhao Lei immediately perked up in the split screen.

"Here we go, the folklore side quest!"

Bai Sisi glared at him.

"Don't always treat it like listening to a storyteller."

Mr. Hu ignored the camera.

He looked at the blue cloth in front of the stall and lowered his voice.

"My knowledge is limited."

"Look at the lines on their hands, listen to what they say, and offer some advice."

"The real stuff, my master didn't pass it on to me."

He Chuan asked, "Why wasn't it sent?"

Old Hu glanced at Shen Ling'er.

He said, "Fate is something that's easy to see, but hard to talk about."

"To put it mildly would be to mislead people."

"That's a harsh statement, it could kill someone."

Shen Ling'er suddenly added a sentence.

"So you can't just say it casually."

Old Hu paused.

"Your father said the same thing?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She simply touched the copper coin in her sleeve.

Ding.

A very soft sound.

Yang Mi heard it.

She glanced down at her daughter's little hand but didn't ask any further questions.

The old street is slowly returning to its lively state.

The paper-cutting stall has reopened.

Queues formed again at the sugar painting stalls.

Chen Doudou ran up to Shen Ling'er with a sugar-painted rabbit in her hand.

"Ling'er, do you want to eat?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at it.

"The rabbit's ear broke off."

Chen Doudou lowered her head.

Sure enough, it broke a little.

He felt somewhat aggrieved.

"I ran too fast just now."

Shen Ling'er reached out and took it, then bit off the other ear.

"Now it's symmetrical."

Chen Doudou was stunned for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

Lin Jia watched from the side, her expression complex.

She understood the friendship between the two children less and less.

After noon, there were fewer people in front of the stalls.

Old Hu sat in a chair and told an uncle about the old Chinese calendar.

Yang Mi organizes the QR codes for receiving payments.

Shen Ling'er sat on a small stool, unusually quiet.

Just then, a boy in a school uniform walked past the stall.

Sixteen or seventeen years old.

Wearing a black backpack.

Her hair was a bit long and was blocking her eyes.

He wasn't walking fast.

The shoelaces came undone, but he didn't bend down to tie them.

Shen Ling'er had her head down.

Suddenly I looked up.

She glanced at the boy.

I took a second look.

On the third glance, her little face changed.

Yang Mi immediately noticed.

"Ling'er?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She stood up and stared at the boy's back.

The boy had already taken a few steps.

Shen Ling'er suddenly spoke.

"stop."

The boy didn't turn around.

Old Hu looked up.

He Chuan also looked over.

Shen Ling'er's voice turned cold.

"If you go any further, you will die."

The entire stall fell silent instantly.

The boy stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned around.

Her face was very pale.

It's not a case of leukemia.

It was the kind of paleness that comes from not having slept well for a long time.

He looked at Shen Ling'er and his lips twitched slightly.

"Kid, don't talk nonsense."

Yang Mi's expression changed.

"Ling'er".

Shen Ling'er didn't shut up this time.

She walked up to the boy and looked up at him.

"You will die today."

Everyone around was stunned.

He Chuan's scalp tingled.

That's too harsh a statement.

The live stream chat exploded.

"Holy crap?!"

"Has she really started fortune telling?"

"We can't just say things like that, can we?"

"The boy doesn't seem to be acting right..."

The boy gripped the strap of his backpack tightly.

Are you crazy?

He turned to leave.

Shen Ling'er reached out and grabbed his school uniform sleeve.

"Don't go near the bridge."

The boy's expression suddenly changed.

Even Yang Mi noticed this.

Old Hu also stood up.

"Baby, how did you know he was going to the bridge?"

Shen Ling'er stared at the boy.

"I saw it."

He Chuan was stunned.

"What do you see?"

Shen Ling'er did not explain.

She simply told the boy, "Go home."

The boy suddenly chuckled.

"I have no home."

Yang Mi's heart tightened.

Shen Ling'er did not loosen her grip.

The boy looked down at her, his voice low.

"Let go."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I won't let go."

The boy's eyes reddened.

"What do you know?"

"You have everything."

"With your mother by your side, everyone revolves around you."

"Of course you'd say go home."

After those words were spoken, no one in front of the stall said anything.

Yang Mi walked over.

"Hey, what's on your mind?"

The boy took a step back.

"Don't come any closer."

He flung Shen Ling'er's hand away and turned to run.

high speed.

The direction is right at the end of the old street.

There's a small bridge over there.

The river outside the wetland park lies beneath the bridge.

Shen Ling'er's expression changed.

"Chase!"

The plainclothes officers were the first to react.

The two of them rushed out immediately.

He Chuan shouted into his headset, "Camera, don't come any closer! Don't film my face!"

Yang Mi picked up Shen Ling'er in one swift motion.

Shen Ling'er broke free.

"Mom, I can run fast."

Yang Mi grabbed her.

"You're not allowed to go over there!"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"He really is going to die."

Yang Mi looked at her.

Two seconds later, she let go.

"Mom is with you."

A group of people rushed towards the bridge.

The boy had already run onto the bridge.

He stood by the railing, his hands gripping it.

The plainclothes officers were still more than ten meters away from him and dared not rush over rashly.

I was afraid of upsetting him.

He Chuan stopped behind, panting, his face pale.

It's windy near the bridge.

The boy turned around and saw them, and tears finally fell.

"Don't come any closer!"

Yang Mi stopped.

Shen Ling'er stood in front.

She didn't shout.

There was no cursing.

Just looking at him.

Your shoelaces are untied.

The boy was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

Shen Ling'er continued, "You originally wanted to tie it."

"But after thinking about it, I decided it wasn't necessary."

The boy's hand trembled slightly.

Shen Ling'er said, "You have test papers in your schoolbag."

"Torn."

"It's stuck back on."

"You have red marks on your wrists from the rubber band."

"You don't want to die for a day."

"You've thought about it for a long time."

The boy finally broke down.

He burst into tears.

I failed the exam.

"My mom says I'm useless."

"The teacher said I'm dragging the class down."

"They all say I'm faking illness."

"I really can't sleep."

"I really don't want to live anymore."

No one spoke by the bridge.

The live stream camera has switched away, leaving only the audio.

The comments section slowed down as well.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"My dad said that people who want to die don't really want to die."

The boy looked up.

Shen Linger said every word.

"I want my current life to die."

The boy was stunned.

Shen Ling'er took a step forward.

The plainclothes officers tried to stop them.

Yang Mi shook his head.

Shen Ling'er took another step.

"Get down."

The boy shook his head, crying.

"It's no use me going down there."

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"it works."

The boy choked up: "How do you know?"

Shen Ling'er stretched out her small hand.

"Because I just saw you were going to die."

"Now I'm here."

"You won't die."

The boy looked at her.

The wind made his school uniform billow.

The next second, his foot slipped, and his body tumbled violently over the railing.

A gasp of surprise rang out from the bridge.

Shen Ling'er pounced on him almost simultaneously and grabbed his backpack strap.

The plainclothes officers rushed up and grabbed the boy's arm tightly.

Yang Mi's face turned pale. He rushed over, grabbed Shen Ling'er's waist, and pulled her back.

The three of them worked together.

The boy was dragged back onto the bridge.

He collapsed to the ground, crying so hard he couldn't make a sound.

Yang Mi hugged Shen Ling'er tightly.

My hands were shaking.

"You scared your mother to death."

Shen Ling'er was being held by her, but her little face was still looking at the boy.

"I told you."

"You cannot die today."

Old Hu walked over, holding onto the bridge railing.

He looked at Shen Ling'er without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, he whispered, "It's not that you can't."

Shen Ling'er pursed her lips.

"My dad told me not to tell."

Old Hu asked, "Then why did you say that?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the boy on the ground.

"Because if he doesn't speak up, he'll be gone."

Old Hu closed his eyes.

"If your father were here, he would let you speak."

Shen Ling'er did not respond.

She simply reached into her sleeve and grasped the copper coin.

The coin made another sound.

Ding.

Just then, the boy said to Shen Ling'er:

"Thanks."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You're welcome."

"Remember to tie your shoelaces if they come undone in the future."

The boy nodded, crying.

The plainclothes officer took a piece of paper from the boy's backpack.

There are a few lines of messy text above.

There's also a very strange symbol.

Like a half-open door.

At the very end of the paper was written a sentence.

—If you want it to end, go to the bridge, and the water will take you to a place where there is no pain.

Yang Mi's expression changed immediately upon seeing that sentence.

Old Hu's expression also changed.

Shen Ling'er stared at the half-open door.

Her little hands slowly clenched.

"daughter."

Yang Mi lowered his head.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Ling'er's voice was very low.

"He didn't write this himself."