Chapter 1 Live fortune telling, two dead and one injured - "Three prophecies at the beginning?"I live broadcast through the S-level apocalypse》
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2am.
Countless night owls who were still scrolling through their mobile phones saw a live broadcast room with a dark cover recommended on the homepage.
"Strange things will come to the world in seven days | This week's three hexagrams will be very bad"
In the live broadcast room, the light was dim, and a pale young woman was facing the camera.
Although her appearance is beautiful, her pale complexion and expressionless expression on her face still scare the night owls.
【What is this for?Scared me]
[I have been squatting for ten minutes!Could it be that the anchor is mute?】
The number of people in the live broadcast room is still rising.
The pale and beautiful young woman in the camera moved her eyes as if she saw that the number of viewers reached 100. Her thin lips opened slightly, like a stiff doll trying to speak.
Her voice was hoarse:
“The first hexagram.
In Building C of Anhe Community, at 2:17 this morning, the steel cable of the No. 2 elevator broke and the car fell.
There were three passengers, two dead and one injured."
【???Are today’s fortune tellers so bold to brag?!】
[That’s too fake. I live in Anhe Community. This is a high-end boutique community. The elevators are inspected every month. There is no way there is such a low-level accident!】
[Are you spreading rumors? Where are the Internet police?No one cares?】
The anchor didn't seem to notice everyone's doubts and picked up the water glass.
Just as I was about to drink water, there was a loud "bang".
The bedroom door behind the anchor was roughly kicked open.
A fat middle-aged woman rushed in with her hands on her hips and shouted fiercely:
"Jin Langque! Why are you hiding in the house and pretending to be dead?
I just told you that your brother has a down payment of 300,000 yuan to buy a new house. Are you blind?Why don't you reply to my message?!"
A tall middle-aged man walked in behind the woman, with a beer belly and the hand holding the cigarette pointed directly at the tip of Jin Lanjue's nose:
"You must hand over your card today! Otherwise I will break your legs!"
At the very back, a pudgy young man leaned against the doorframe and let out a gloating laugh.
The anchor looked sideways, her pale face unwavering, she looked very calm in the face of such a ferocious family member.
It's like... I'm used to it, so used to it that I can't make any waves.
[Holy shit, I was so shocked that my phone fell off my face!】
[No wonder the anchor is so nagging, it turns out he was angry at home and went online to show off and gain attention]
[Could this be a script?】
Jin Lanjue glanced at the void next to the phone, where there was a line of blood-red black writing floating in the air.
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