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I got into the taxi, heading to the mental hospital.
The air inside the car felt a bit chilly.
I touched my arm and wrapped my coat tighter around me.
"Has anything strange happened in the Streamer Community recently?"
I asked others in the group.
No one replied.
Am I the only one experiencing this?
Why?
I leaned back in the seat, closed my eyes, and planned to rest for a while.
I don't know if it was my imagination, but the car seemed to suddenly accelerate.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window.
The scenery outside became blurry, like a twisted vortex.
I turned my head and found the driver staring intensely ahead, his expression grotesque.
A dark aura surrounded him.
In the rearview mirror, a pale face flashed by.
That was... the girl from the photo!
"Driver, stop!"
I shouted loudly.
The driver seemed not to hear my words and instead pressed the accelerator, speeding up.
My heart raced to my throat.
In the next moment, a piercing screech of brakes sounded, and the car suddenly swerved to one side.
I was thrown to the side, my head hitting the car door heavily.
"Bang—"
A loud noise echoed in my ears.
Everything around me spun, and I felt someone dragging me out of the car.
So dizzy.
So painful.
I don't know how long it had been when I opened my eyes again.
Surrounding me were busy doctors and nurses.
I lay on a hospital bed, my hands wrapped in bandages, and my forehead was too.
"You’re awake."
A nurse came over and took my blood pressure.
"How do you feel? Is your head still spinning?"
I nodded slightly, "Dizzy."
"It will be fine in a while," the nurse reassured me. "You're lucky; you just have a bump on your head, nothing serious."
"What about the driver?"
"Drunk driving, he was taken away by the police."
Drunk driving?
Was it really drunk driving?
I recalled the death of Little Streamer, and a chill ran through me.
If I hadn't removed that picture frame in time, I might have met the same fate as him, dying an untimely death.
Everything must be related to that Live Streaming incident.
I had to find Brother Xi and clarify the situation regarding the villa.
With this determination, I left the hospital and headed straight to Chen Xi's place.
"Young man, would you like to have your fortune told?"
As soon as I stepped out of the hospital gate, I was stopped by a man dressed in a Robe.
The man looked to be in his sixties, sporting a goatee and carrying a cloth bag on his back.
"I don't do fortune-telling," I said.
"I'm not here to tell your fortune," the man said mysteriously. "I can see that your forehead is dark; you might be facing a Blood Disaster soon."
I frowned.
I have never trusted street vendors like this.
Just as I was about to leave, the man said again, "You're looking for someone, right?"
I paused my steps. "How do you know?"
"I also know that what you want to ask is related to a villa."
My heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this man really can tell fortunes?
"The person you're looking for isn't home," the man said. "Even if you go today, it would be a wasted trip."
"Then where should I look for him?"
"No need to search," the man smiled. "He will naturally appear when the time is right."
After saying this, the man turned and walked away.
I watched his departing figure, feeling a wave of confusion.
Who exactly is he?
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