The police quickly located Qingjie's location through positioning software and dispatched an ambulance and a team to rescue her. The people who were chatting with Qingjie in the group didn't dare to leave, wanting to know how she was and if she could be saved. Sobbing sounds continuously came from the computer, and these young people finally understood what reality and cruelty meant.
The chat records that Qingjie had sent kept flashing on the screen, with everything Fang L had said slowly becoming reality. Yet all of them, sitting in front of the computer, did not realize any of this.
"Fang L is really a psychic," someone said, his voice choked with emotion.
"I, I'm going to quit this fan group. I don't want to be a fan of Zhiaze anymore," another person said, full of fear.
"Let's delete those abusive posts about Fang L on Weibo. Let's not provoke him anymore from now on!" A quavering voice roused everyone, and they quickly logged into Weibo, deleted all those unsightly articles and pictures, and sincerely apologized to Fang L in private messages. Even "Zhi'ai Aze," who was willing to sacrifice herself for Zhiaze, couldn't control her own fingers and was deleting and modifying posts.
Due to the intense pain, Qingjie curled up on the ground. The black cat, smelling blood, refused to leave and instead jumped on her chest, using its claws to attack her hands that covered her eyes. If Qingjie let go due to the pain, the eyeball that was about to fall would probably be taken away and eaten by the black cat.
Qingjie screamed and regretted. If she had known that Fang L was a jinx, saying whatever he said would come true, she would never have provoked him. So what if Zhiaze died? Selling Fang L's organs could earn her millions. But nothing was more important than her own life! Also, what did it mean to have bad luck from picking up money? Was it as terrifying as she thought? This was too frightening!
Qingjie crawled away from the black cat, huddling into a ball and hiding in the corner between the cabinet and the door. The black cat kept circling her, relentlessly attacking her exposed skin, leaving her with crisscrossing bloody scratches.
Seeing Qingjie's pitiful appearance, the people in the chat group began to offer words of comfort. Having experienced such a terrifying event, they seemed to have grown up in an instant, understanding how to empathize with others. However, their fear of Fang L buried deep in their hearts, and no one dared to easily contact him in the future.
In this tense atmosphere, the police finally forced their way in, arrested the black cat, and rescued Qingjie, who was on the verge of collapse.
Several medical personnel carried the almost lifeless Qingjie away, and the remaining police began to inspect the scene. They quickly discovered the screenshots arranged in the chat box and were struck by the gleam in their eyes. The case involving Zhiaze had now become typical, and it was included in the secret file database of the Beijing Municipal Bureau. Although the other bureaus did not see a detailed investigation report, they knew a little about some strange plotlines.
They had thought that the stories about Fang L's psychic abilities were just rumors, and the truth couldn't be so uncanny. But now, having witnessed Fang L's predictions, these police officers were inexplicably horrified to come to the realization that Fang L was even more mysterious than the rumors had suggested.
The officers who responded were from the East City Branch, and the leading senior officer had a close relationship with Zhuang Zhen. He took screenshots and sent them to his comrades, exclaiming, "Zhuang, let me show you what a prophecy looks like! Every sentence above has come true, and this case is certain to be included in the secret file database!]
Zhuang Zhen quickly responded, "Check the surveillance! What prophecy can be so accurate?"
"You don't believe it, right? Alright, I'll check right away."
The senior officer immediately had the technicians check the video chat records, looking for any abnormalities in the case. Fortunately, most of the people in the group had recorded their screens, and they quickly sent over the relevant content. The technicians carefully examined these clips one by one, not daring to miss any details, and the other officers also gathered around to help find the truth.
After reviewing the video multiple times, they finally discovered a lurking black cat behind Qingjie at a certain point. Its fur blended with the dim surroundings, and only the faint light reflected in its eyes indicated its presence. Moreover, the timing of its appearance was extremely eerie. When Fang L sent [It's lurking in the darkness], the black cat suddenly darted in from the next room and hid in the crack of the wardrobe.
When Fang L sent [It's staring at you], the black cat crouched down, showing half of its head, and stared intently at Qingjie.
When Fang L sent [It's slowly approaching you, and you are unaware], the black cat indeed slithered forward, cautiously.
When Fang L sent [It's getting closer, even closer, even closer], the black cat got closer and closer to Qingjie, eventually disappearing behind her. None of the people chatting with Qingjie noticed its movements, and some were even mocking Fang L for being sensational and mysterious.
Every word Fang L said in the chat was synchronized with the actions of the black cat, as if he was watching everything happening in the room through the webcam. However, in reality, he had never been in direct contact with Qingjie, and thus couldn't see anything at all. The last two sentences were not synchronized, but rather predicted the danger Qingjie was about to encounter with a delay of five seconds.
When Qingjie's eyeball fell, the technician checked the progress bar below the video and discovered with a cold sweat that from the first prophecy sent by Fang L to the blood splattering on the computer screen, the time was exactly three minutes. This video segment was enough to prove that he had nothing to do with Qingjie's predicament despite the distance of tens or even hundreds of kilometers. Even in court, these chat records could not serve as evidence against him. All he needed to say was "coincidence," and he could be completely exonerated.
But could there really be such miraculous "coincidences" in the world? All the police officers at the scene did not believe it.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Captain, my head is about to explode!" The technician finally understood the pain of the South City Branch. Fang L couldn't possibly be viewed with a scientific perspective!
"Take all the evidence with you; there are no doubts in this case. After recording the statements of the relevant people, we can close the case." The senior officer sent a message to Zhuang Zhen, containing only two words—[Unbelievable!]
However, the matter was not over yet. A police officer inspecting the bloodstains discovered that a certain floor tile sounded hollow when tapped on. Upon finding a secret door and opening it, they found an illegally excavated basement, where three badly injured girls were locked up.
"Whip marks, burn marks, knife wounds, and more are from scratches caused by cat claws. No wonder the black cat suddenly went on the attack against its owner. It turns out it's been conditioned to do so through usual means. This is called 'harming oneself in the end!'" The forensic doctor shook his head and sighed.
"Quickly call for another ambulance and send them to the hospital! Call Old Xu and make sure to take care of Qingjie. This is a big case! Didn't the landlord say that there was another man living with Qingjie? Find him immediately! Don't let him run at the first sign of trouble!" The senior officer issued continuous orders.
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Qingjie was definitely in imminent danger this time, but Fang L had lost interest in her, as coincidentally, he had gotten himself into a trouble.
"Mr. Fang, this is a court summons. Please sign here," a man knocked on Fang L's door.
Fang L signed the paper and then stared at it for a long time. By now, he knew that after receiving a court summons, he had to attend the trial at the designated time and place. If he didn't show up on time, it would be considered as giving up his right to defend himself, and he would likely lose ninety percent of the lawsuits.
He had received many such summonses, and a dozen of them involved compensation amounts that were not high, totaling only five million. In addition, two of them came from the same luxury brand, with compensation amounts of up to fifty million. Even though Starlight Entertainment hadn't sued him yet, the penalty from that side was the highest, amounting to eighty million, and if not paid on time, would also enter the legal process.
After counting for a moment, Fang L showed a slightly distressed smile for the first time, and sighed softly, "It seems I can't continue to sleep like this in the future."
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The next day, Fang L appeared at the Starlight Entertainment entrance in a black high-end suit.
The receptionist at the front desk, seeing him leisurely approaching, was first astonished and then ran to him, softly calling "Mr. Fang." After a long absence, Fang L, who had once left Starlight Entertainment like a prodigal son, now returned in such a dazzling manner.
He never looked haggard because of national criticism, nor did he become thin because of life's difficulties. When he left, he was in a very sorry state. But when he came back, he was unexpectedly even more handsome, more elegant, and more charming than before. He had even grown a few centimeters taller, and his long and slender legs were wrapped in black fabric.
His facial features were the same, but the receptionist at the front desk clearly felt that the current Vanjaro was completely different from the previous one. At least, this noble aura and dignified demeanor couldn't be imitated by just anyone.
"Mr. Van, do you have an appointment? If not, I can make a call for you," the receptionist said almost eagerly.
Before Vanjaro could speak, a man's voice came from the elevator: "Vanjaro, come in, I'll take you to see Mr. Liu!"
Vanjaro turned to look and found it was Cao Xiaofeng. He was holding the closing elevator door with one hand and waving the other hand, with a flattering and urgent expression. This flattery wasn't to bind Vanjaro as a potential source of money, but rather a product born of fear and powerlessness. He would have worshipped Vanjaro like an ancestor.
Sun Ying stood behind Cao Xiaofeng, his face tightening in intervals.
Vanjaro gave a slight nod to the receptionist and walked over. Seeing him approaching, Sun Ying hurriedly shrank into a corner of the elevator, respectfully calling out "Van brother," without the former air of vigor and disdain. After seeking attention, he hadn't stopped writing articles mourning Gao Yize's death, and occasionally even rebuking Vanjaro, doing so with the appearance of a good friend's gaze. After the situation turned, the criticism he received was considerable, and now many people were suspecting his character, even mocking him as being no different from Gao Yize.
These accusations were too serious. To what extent did netizens hate Gao Yize? Let's put it this way, if Gao's parents were not savvy enough to have Gao Yize cremated, his body might have been dug up and humiliated by angry netizens even after burial.
Therefore, Sun Ying, who was closest to Gao Yize, became the primary target for public venting. His career suffered from devastating blows, losing endorsements, and roles being cut, with breach-of-contract fines piling up, as if Vanjaro's experiences were now heaped upon him in multiples.
Vanjaro may have already anticipated all the difficulties he currently faced even before Gao Yize's death.
Sun Ying was filled with fear of Vanjaro from the bottom of his heart. He repeatedly told himself—this person cannot be provoked!