CHAPTER 13: CHAPTER 12: IF HE DOESN’T WAKE UP AFTER SEVEN DAYS, HE MIGHT NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN

Zhou Zhicheng looked at Mu Yunchu’s private chat answer, feeling both excited and disappointed.

The excitement was that as long as they could find the body, they could file a case and prove that Wang Ning was the killer.

But the despair was because the location Mu Yunchu told them about was...

The septic tank.

Eight years.

The victim’s body had long disappeared without a trace.

But Mu Yunchu was very certain.

"You can find it."

"As long as you go there, you can find it."

Zhou Zhicheng was half-convinced, but adhering to the belief of not letting go of any possible clues, they still reported the matter to their superiors and obtained the necessary legal documents.

Just before hanging up the connection, Mu Yunchu suddenly sent him another message.

"When you find the body, say this to the suspect."

The netizens didn’t know what the two had said in their encrypted conversation.

They could only see Zhou Zhicheng’s trembling eyes and incredulous expression.

After hanging up the connection, the enthusiasm of the people discussing this matter not only did not diminish, but instead became more and more intense.

[OMG, this is the first time in my life I’ve seen a murderer. And a murderer who killed his own wife, this person is too ruthless.]

[Didn’t you see it was because of cheating? I’d say that woman deserved it.]

[??? What kind of theory is that? Cheating is wrong, but there’s no need to kill, is there?]

[I’m curious where the body is, and why the host doesn’t clearly say, and whether the criminal can be convicted in the end?]

[Do you think this is real? Why does it feel like a script to me?]

[Bro, can there be a fake at the police station?]

[You really don’t understand, do you? Mini-dramas are everywhere now. I saw it online before, there’s a building where you can find any scene you want.]

...

Ignoring their discussion, Mu Yunchu slightly raised her head, after noticing that the ancient clock in front of her was no longer operating normally, she glanced at the time on her phone.

For her first live broadcast, she had been on air for over five hours.

Sitting in one spot for so long inevitably made her feel the fatigue in her body. Ignoring the steadily increasing popularity of her live room, she decisively ended the broadcast.

"That’s it for today’s live stream."

"See you next time."

[Huh? No, host, I haven’t had enough yet.]

No matter how the viewers tried to persuade her to stay, all that was left for them was a black screen with "live stream has ended".

There were similar live room recommendations below, and seeing beauties twisting and turning, the crowd decisively chose to follow Mu Yunchu.

It’s pleasant to watch, they love watching, and they want to see more in the next live stream.

Seeing the constantly increasing follower count even after the stream ended, Mu Yunchu felt very satisfied.

After one broadcast, she had gained over five hundred followers. Plus, someone wanted to come to the folk item store to buy talisman paper. This was already quite a success.

This indicated that her decision to start streaming was currently a very correct one.

After viewing all this, she remembered the clock in front of her, which no longer worked, her gaze distant.

This clock was very old, it had been there since the first time Mu Yunchu came into this shop.

The entire clock body was sculpted meticulously from black sandalwood, the dial was round, faintly showing taiji symbols, with yin and yang complementing each other, surrounded by runes that Mu Yunchu couldn’t understand.

She still remembered the sound it used to make on the hour when she first saw the clock. It’s a pity that now, even the crystal pendulum underneath wasn’t working anymore.

Looking around, there were more than just a few things in the room that needed repairs.

After paying off the bank, focus on preserving this store and then take it one step at a time.

Thinking of that, she opened the backend of the Whale platform and saw that the income from this broadcast was a total of 3,100 yuan. When she went to withdraw the money, she saw the platform’s notice.

Fifty percent had to be deducted.

Mu Yunchu frowned, her finger hesitating to touch the ’confirm’ button.

It’s not that she didn’t want to respect the platform’s rules, the problem was if they took that money, there would be trouble.

After contemplating, she clicked on customer service feedback.

But she didn’t get a response for a long time.

She temporarily put the matter aside.

As the sun set, Mu Yunchu’s stomach growled louder. Looking at the nearly broken kitchen, she resignedly decided to go to the nearby supermarket to buy instant noodles.

Looking at the things in the bag in her hand, she looked up at the sky and couldn’t help sighing:

It was better without debt!

*

In the evening, on the 32nd floor of Ruijing Real Estate Group.

"Chairman Jing, I went to ask that little girl today..." The man hesitated slightly, as if afraid of reprimand, "she said she wouldn’t sell the house no matter what."

The man called Chairman Jing slowly turned around, his silhouette reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass behind him.

Standing here, he could almost see the entire view of Qinghe City—just like standing at the pinnacle of power, overlooking all the ants.

He sat on the sofa and poured a glass of red wine, asking the bald man, "How much did you offer her?"

"Eight hundred thousand."

"Oh?" Jing Anjun raised an eyebrow, bringing the wine in his hand to his lips,

"And yet, you still couldn’t handle such a simple matter, what do I keep you useless people around for?"

Despite being in a lower position, he looked at the man opposite him with disdain, calm yet imposing.

If Mu Yunchu had been here at this moment, she would have recognized this man as the ’broker’ who threatened her that afternoon.

"Yes... but even if I raised the price, she wouldn’t take it." The bald man gritted his teeth, secretly marking Mu Yunchu in his heart.

Jing Anjun chuckled softly.

A laughter that carried control and confidence over everything.

He stood up, slowly walked towards the bald man, and his expression suddenly changed, fierce and cruel.

"Bang!"

His arm swung fiercely towards the table beside him.

With the sound of shattering glass, the wine glass in his hand, now broken in half, was viciously stabbed into the bald man’s thigh.

As he spoke, he twisted his wrist

In the suppressed cries, his voice was filled with menace, "I’ll say it again, I must get that land."

"Even if it means being unscrupulous."

"Understood?"

The bald man, suffering greatly, nodded, sweat streaming down his cheeks, "I understand, I understand."

*

The next day.

Su Nian woke up in the hospital.

Looking at herself with a bandaged head and the faint sound of crying beside her, she was somewhat confused about the situation.

Walking out of the single ward, she followed the sound to the adjacent room, finally seeing the source of the crying—it was her future mother-in-law.

"Aunt...?"

Mrs. Chen, hearing a familiar voice calling her, stopped crying, looked toward the source, and excitement flashed in her eyes as she hurried over to Su Nian’s side.

"Nian Nian, you’re awake?"

"Is there anywhere you’re still uncomfortable?"

She held Su Nian’s hands, wanting to inspect her thoroughly.

But Su Nian didn’t care about this.

"Aunt, where is Yu Ting?"

"Is Yu Ting okay?"

Although her memories upon waking weren’t very stable, she now recalled the last scene before they both lost consciousness.

They were in a car accident.

Suppressing the unease in her heart, trying to ignore the reason for the other’s crying, she still held onto a bit of hope.

"Has Yu Ting woken up?"

But as Mrs. Chen shook her head, her last bit of hope was utterly shattered.

"The doctor said there’s no threat to his life, all vital signs are fairly normal."

"But strangely, there’s no sign that he’s about to wake up."

Mrs. Chen bit her lip in pain, "If he doesn’t wake up after seven days, he may never wake up again..."

Su Nian: !!!