Everyone on the Internet Is My Fan

"Yes, hurry up."

She came back to her senses and stood up quickly.

I reminded her, "Take your phone. I'll show you the way. He didn't hide your son in his house. Call the police and an ambulance. Quick! You only have half an hour!"

"The Louis Family" rushed out, and the picture of her could not be seen clearly.

"Sisters, I found her address. Let's go!"

I kindly reminded, "Doxxing is illegal. Besides, I'm a fortune teller. Even though you found my address, come on if you can."

Ten minutes later, the picture of the woman's side gradually stabilized. "Master, Master, where is him?"

I looked at the path on the mountain. "Take the right path, and go straight for two kilometers. Then turn right. There is a cellar one kilometer away. It's right there."

The three-kilometer mountain road was rugged and it took her ten minutes to climb up. When she opened the door of the cellar, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen curling up there showed up. He looked pale and there was dried blood on the back of his head.

The woman hugged him and cried bitterly. I silently reminded her, "The ambulance can't come up. Hurry and take him down. There are only ten minutes left."

A middle-aged man who came from behind rushed over immediately after seeing his son, with his eyes bloodshot, "Son, what happened to you? This is the cellar of Tom Lee's family. Tom Lee, you bastard, I will kill you!"

After seeing the child found and successfully sent to the ambulance, I sent the payment code from the backend and said, "Remember to pay me the money. You can never owe money to a fortune teller. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors."

The Louis Family wiped away her tears, her hands shaking with excitement, "Thank you, Master. Thank you."

She quickly transferred the money to me and then hung up. I guess she went to Tom Lee.

The comment section went silent, and the “Get out of the entertainment business” messages that were flooding the screen have disappeared.

"Master, I kowtow to you. Please tell me when I will become rich."

"With a loud noise in the sky, your old slave made a brilliant appearance. Master, look at me!"

"There is no need to be a loud noise in the sky, because your old slave, me, has my own speakers."

"I don't need any speakers. I'll do it myself."

Before I could reply, a prompt popped up on the screen.

"Friendly reminder: Your live broadcast involves superstition and feudalism, and your account will be banned for 240 hours."

The live broadcast was blocked instantly.

I touched the bank card in my pocket. Hmm, three thousand, a huge sum of money.

2

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw two policemen.

I was stunned for a moment. "Oh my god, this is a closed area and you dare to enter. You are so brave."

They took out their IDs and said, "Ms. Waston, there is an interprovincial case that requires your cooperation in the investigation."

I figured it out. It must result from what happened last night.

When I arrived at the police station, a group of people questioned me and it seemed that they treated me as a criminal suspect.

But there was no evidence at all, so they had to let me go.

Before leaving, I was stopped and taken to the chief's office.

The director tried hard to squeeze out space for eyes on his chubby face, probably because he wanted to stare at me sharply, but in the end, even his eyes couldn't be seen, so he had to give up.

"I heard you are a fortune-teller?"

I took out the Olympus brand and slapped it, "Fortune-tellers from Olympus do have something. No lies, and no charge for inaccuracy."

"We need your help."

"Three thousand each time."

The flesh on Chief Bailey's face trembled like water ripples, "It's a cooperation between the police and a citizen."

I sighed, "It's not personal. Fortune-telling is about prying into the secrets of heaven. You have to pay to cut off our connection, otherwise you will be unlucky."