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

The old seal was put into an evidence bag.

The seal on the half-open door faces upwards.

No one spoke on the old street anymore.

Old Hu stared at the seal, his face grim.

The plainclothes officer asked, "Mr. Hu, where did this come from?"

Old Hu remained silent for a few seconds.

"It's not mine."

The tea stall waiter immediately shouted, "It was found in your box!"

Old Hu looked up at him.

"I haven't opened the hidden compartment at the bottom of my trunk for ten years."

Shen Ling'er squatted down beside it and glanced at the edge of the wooden box.

"Not ten years."

Old Hu was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the gap in the hidden compartment.

"The ash has broken."

"Someone opened it within three days."

The plainclothes officer immediately bent down to check.

There was indeed a very thin scratch on the edge of the gap.

Old Hu paused, his cane twitching.

"Who touched my box?"

The tea stall worker lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"It's not you."

The man suddenly looked up.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Ling'er added another sentence.

"You're not that smart."

Waiter: "..."

The comments section exploded instantly.

"Haha, this kid never gives the full compliment."

"It's not you, it's because you're bad."

"Shen Ling'er's lips still taste the same as before."

The plainclothes officers took away the employee, the old seal, and the note.

Mr. Hu was also asked to cooperate with the investigation.

Before leaving, Old Hu looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Little one, are you still setting up this stall today?"

He Chuan immediately wanted to say he wouldn't do it anymore.

He gets a headache just looking at the stalls now.

But Shen Ling'er glanced at the blue cloth on the table.

"put."

He Chuan's face stiffened.

"Ling'er, so much has already happened..."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Uncle, didn't you want to experience different careers?"

He Chuan: "..."

The director remained silent for two seconds in the earpiece, then suddenly whispered, "Set it up."

He Chuan almost quit on the spot.

The comments section is going crazy.

"Here she comes! She's not pretending anymore!"

"The career experience fortune-telling booth is officially open!"

"Were the arrests of human traffickers and the rescue of students just appetizers?"

Yang Mi squatted down and looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er, are you sure?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Mother, I won't speak ill of fate."

"So what are you going to say?"

Shen Ling'er had her hands behind her back.

"Say what you can say."

Old Hu suddenly chuckled.

"OK."

He re-hung the stall's wooden sign.

This time, the same few words are still on the front.

Palm reading won't change your fate, and chatting is free.

Old Hu pointed to his chair.

"Please sit down."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I'm too short."

Old Hu: "..."

Finally, the production team brought Shen Ling'er a slightly taller stool.

She sat down, her feet dangling.

Her small face, however, was as steady as a stall owner's.

Yang Mi sat to the side collecting the money.

He Chuan stood by the table, having given up struggling.

The first guest arrived soon after.

He's an uncle who sells sugar paintings.

He held out his hand, his smile a little forced.

"Young master, can you tell me how my luck with money has been lately?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"You want to ask about money."

The uncle laughed.

"Who doesn't want to ask about money?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to his palm.

"You're not short of money."

"Your wife found out you were hiding money."

The man's smile froze instantly.

The people around immediately started making a fuss.

"Old Liu! Really?"

The sugar painting uncle coughed.

"Kid, don't talk nonsense."

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "You have a scab on the web of your left hand and an indentation on the inside of your right ring finger."

"That means you usually wear a ring."

"I didn't wear it today."

"I took off the ring, but my hands are still covered in grease."

"You went to the repair shop last night."

"Your wife didn't let you go."

"The money you hid is probably under the seat of your electric scooter."

The sugar painting uncle's face turned green.

"How do you even know about seat cushions?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You have an electric scooter key in your pocket."

"There are new scratches on the key."

"The seat lock was just pried open."

The middle-aged man covered his pocket.

"Stop talking, stop talking!"

The stall was filled with laughter.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Is this fortune telling? This is marital investigation."

"Old Liu is going to die if he goes home."

Shen Ling'er: I won't change fate, I'll just lift the lid.

He Chuan couldn't help but ask.

"Ling'er, this isn't fortune telling, is it?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"This is fortune telling."

He Chuan was taken aback.

"Can you read so much from palmistry?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"Palmistry is not about looking at the lines."

"It depends on what the hands have done."

"My dad says, hands are more honest than face."

The onlookers immediately fell silent.

Old Hu sat down next to him, and his expression changed.

"Hands are more honest than face..."

He repeated it in a low voice.

The second guest was a young girl.

She was a little nervous.

"I don't ask about wealth, nor do I ask about marriage."

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

"You asked about work."

The girl was stunned.

How did you know?

Shen Ling'er pointed to her bag.

"You have two resumes in your bag."

One was folded at the edge, and the other wasn't.

"The one with the folded edge is the one you want to go to."

"It was your family who sent you there, not your family."

The girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Which one should I choose?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer immediately.

She looked at the girl's face, then at her hands.

"Your brow is furrowed, and you have dark circles under your eyes."

"It's not laziness."

"I can't sleep."

"Your fingers have ink on them."

"You like to write."

"Your family wants you to be a clerk, but you want to work for GG Company."

The girl covered her mouth.

Shen Ling'er said, "I'll choose the one who can stay up all night without scolding themselves."

Tears streamed down the girl's face.

"But my mom said it's not stable."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

Adults prefer stability.

"Because they are afraid."

She paused.

"But my dad said, life isn't something you can just tie up with a rope."

"Which way you walk every day."

The girl looked at her without saying a word for a long time.

Finally, she tore up the resume that hadn't been folded at the edges.

"Thanks."

Shen Ling'er waved her hand.

"Don't thank me."

"Don't make your resume so obvious next time."

The girl laughed through her tears.

The screen was flooded with comments.

"Ling'er is so incredibly sweet!"

"She's not a fortune teller; she understands people."

"Shen Fei's words are powerful: 'Life isn't tied to a single rope.'"

The third guest was a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a suit, and his watch was very shiny.

After sitting down, he pushed a piece of paper over to me.

"Since the child is so capable..."

"Give me a fortune telling."

He Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

Real fortune telling.

The date and time of birth were written on the paper.

The man laughed and said, "Let's see if you can memorize some江湖 (jianghu) slang."

Yang Mi frowned.

This person is clearly testing the waters.

Shen Ling'er glanced at the paper.

"Not really."

The man sneered.

"Won't?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Fake."

The man's expression changed.

"What makes you think it's fake?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at the paper.

People born at this time don't have this look at the corners of their eyes.

The man froze.

The onlookers were stunned.

He Chuan asked instinctively, "You can even watch this?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"The eight characters are not four numbers."

"It is the time of a person's birth."

"Look at the root of the year, the energy of the month, the body of the day, and the tail of the hour."

"My dad said that when a person is born, whether it's cold or hot, or there's plenty of water but little fire, a shadow will be left on their body."

"It's not superstition."

"It is the season that nourishes people."

The live stream chat exploded.

"Holy crap, I learned something new!"

"How could she interpret Bazi (Four Pillars of Destiny) like that?"

"Looking at the root of the year, the qi of the month, the body of the day, and the tail of the hour—this is too perfect!"

"What exactly is the teaching system that Shen Fei teaches?"

The man's complexion grew increasingly worse.

Shen Ling'er continued:

"You're using someone else's birth chart to ask yourself questions."

"You want to test me."

"But you have an old injury on your left earlobe, and your right foot lands lightly."

Your actual birth time was not at midnight.

"After the hour of Yin (3-5 AM)".

The man suddenly stood up.

"nonsense!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Don't go west lately."

The man sneered.

"What, starting to scare people?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I'm not trying to scare you."

"Your right rear tire pressure is incorrect."

"You looked back twice when you got out of the car."

"The road leading out of the city to the west is under construction."

"If you drive on the highway now, the car will shake."

"This isn't fate."

She patted the table.

"That's called not checking your car."

The man's face stiffened.

He Chuan immediately instructed his staff to contact the parking lot.

A few minutes later, the staff returned.

"Indeed, there is a bulge in the right rear tire."

The stall instantly erupted in chaos.

The man stood there, his face turning from red to white.

The barrage of comments went crazy.

"Hahaha, I thought it was some kind of mystical thing, but it turns out to be about traffic safety."

Shen Ling'er: Bad luck? No, your car is bad.

"This is what scientific fortune telling should be!"

The man remained silent for a while, then whispered a thank you.

Shen Ling'er waved her hand.

"Don't pretend."

"Pretending too much will wear you down."

Old Hu's eyes twitched as he listened.

This kid is good at saving lives, but also at driving people crazy.

The sky suddenly became a little overcast at noon.

A breeze blew from one end of the street, and the old yellow calendar on the stall turned a page.

Shen Ling'er looked up at the sky.

He Chuan asked softly, "Ling'er, you can read the heavens?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"I can read a little."

Zhao Lei immediately shouted in the split screen, "Teacher He, ask quickly! This is a new lesson!"

Shen Ling'er pointed to the southwest corner.

"The clouds hang low, and the wind blows back."

It will rain within half an hour.

He Chuan glanced at the weather forecast.

"The forecast says it will be sunny today."

Shen Ling'er responded with an "oh".

"Then it's wrong."

Twenty-seven minutes later.

The first raindrop landed on the table.

He Chuan stared at the raindrops, feeling completely numb.

There were no other words in the comments section.

All of them said "I learned something".

"She's proficient in face reading, birth chart analysis, and celestial phenomena?"

"She said she couldn't tell fortunes, was she afraid of scaring people to death?"

"How exactly did Shen Fei train such a little monster?"

Yang Mi opened the umbrella to shield Shen Ling'er.

She lowered her head and asked, "Did your father teach you these things too?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

"What did he say?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

He said that fortune telling is not about predicting what will happen to other people.

"I saw a pitfall, so I'm just giving you a heads-up."

"If you don't listen to my warnings, don't blame me for being in a tough spot."

The viewers in the live stream heard this.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle and exclaimed that Shen Fei was practically the reincarnation of the patriarch.

And at that very moment.

The rain intensified.

The production team is preparing to pack up.

The plainclothes officers walked quickly towards them.

He handed a tablet to He Chuan.

"I just checked the old seal on the half-open door."

"The mud remaining at the bottom of the seal is consistent with the mud sample from the backyard of the Sanqing Temple in the west of the city."

Yang Mi's hand tightened.

Shen Ling'er also raised her head.

The plainclothes officer continued:

"Also, the surveillance footage from Sanqing Temple shows a person with a cloth wrapped around their left hand."

"He paused briefly in front of the camera before entering the temple."

The tablet screen opens.

In the sound of rain.

On the screen, the person looked up.

The brim of the hat was very low.

A broken lock pattern was visible on his wrist.

.....