134: Chapter 134 The net of Heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it!

Liu Gang was stunned, then quickly turned back and shouted, "Search him! Search carefully! Check the inner thighs!"

Sure enough.

A small knife was found in the bald man's crotch.

The bald man was now completely desperate.

"Who the hell is this guy? He even knew I had a knife hidden in my crotch? Are you a ghost?"

The entire scene was shocked.

The live stream room was in an absolute frenzy.

"Master Su is awesome! I give this command a perfect score!"

"This is more exciting than watching a movie!"

"All-knowing Master Su! Please accept my bow!"

"Doesn't this deserve a First-Class Merit?"

"This is what it means to strategize from within a tent and win battles a thousand miles away! (Tactical back-lean)"

Su Yun watched the rows of criminals being led away on the screen and breathed a sigh of relief.

This was secure.

He said to the camera, "Alright, A-Fei is fine now, and the bad guys have been caught."

"Everyone, remember one thing."

"The net of justice is vast and leaks nothing."

"If you've done something shameful, don't think no one knows; Heaven is watching."

After saying this, Su Yun cut the connection directly.

The next second, that familiar mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the host for assisting the police in destroying a major drug manufacturing den, capturing one Grade A wanted criminal and four accomplices.]

[Successfully saved one innocent life and avoided major casualties.]

[Rating: Perfect.]

[Obtained merit points: 400.]

Su Yun looked at the surging merit points on the system panel, and a genuine smile finally curled the corners of his lips.

400 points!

This was a huge sum!

Including what was left before, the current merit points had reached 1,800, nearing the 2,000 mark.

If converted into lifespan, it would be enough for him to live for another half a year.

...

The heat in the live stream room was still soaring wildly. That god-tier operation just now caused the screen to be filled with non-stop gift effects.

Carnivals, Big Rockets—they were being sent out like they were worthless.

Su Yun cleared his throat and said into the microphone,

"Alright, alright, brothers, stop sending gifts for now. Wouldn't it be better to save the money to buy pork ribs?"

"That was all thanks to the police officers; I just moved my lips."

"Let's hurry up. Last divination for tonight, and then I'm logging off."

After saying that, he skillfully opened the Lucky Bag lottery function.

As soon as that red Lucky Bag icon appeared on the screen, it was instantly submerged by countless clicks.

Millions of people fighting for one spot—the probability was no higher than winning the jackpot in a lottery.

The ten-second countdown ended.

"Congratulations to this viewer with the ID 'Seeking Son Wu Xiulan' for winning the last Lucky Bag of the night."

Su Yun read out the name.

Upon hearing this ID, the bullet comments in the live stream, which had been laughing and joking, paused slightly.

Seeking son.

These two words, no matter when, carried a heavy weight.

The audience, who had just been making memes, quieted down quite a bit.

"Let's connect."

Su Yun clicked the connection request.

After a few seconds of black screen buffering, the image lit up.

Appearing on camera was an old woman with a head full of white hair.

Judging by the background, she seemed to be in an old-fashioned brick house in the countryside. The wall behind her was somewhat blackened, and a torn, half-remaining old almanac hung on it.

The lighting was very dim; probably to save electricity, only a low-wattage incandescent bulb was on.

The old woman was wearing a pair of reading glasses with one broken leg taped up. She held the slightly lagging phone in her hands, bringing it very close, squinting her eyes as she looked at the screen with effort.

Her face was covered in wrinkles like knife carvings, and in every wrinkle, it seemed an endless amount of suffering was hidden.

"Is... is it Master Su?"

The old woman's voice was very hoarse, with a thick dialect accent, and she was very cautious, afraid of offending anyone.

The smile on Su Yun's face faded a little. He sat up straight and said in a gentle tone, "Ma'am, it's me. You've won the Lucky Bag; is there anything you'd like to have divined?"

Upon hearing Su Yun's voice, a glimmer of light appeared in Wu Xiulan's cloudy eyes.

She scrambled to prop her phone up on a pickle jar, then tremblingly took a plastic bag out from her bosom.

The plastic bag was wrapped layer after layer—a habit of elderly people in the countryside to hide their most precious things.

She untied the plastic bag and took out a thick stack of slips from inside.

They were remittance slips.

Green ones, white ones; some had already turned yellow and brittle, and the edges were worn out, but every single one had been smoothed out neatly.

"Master, I want to find my son."

Wu Xiulan held that stack of remittance slips up to the camera, her hands shaking the entire time.

"My son's name is Li Xiangyang."

"Fifteen years ago, he said he was going to the south to work, to earn big money and come back to build me a house."

"He's been gone for fifteen years now..."

As the old woman spoke, her eyes turned red. She picked up the topmost remittance slip and pointed to the words on it for Su Yun to see.

"Look, this was sent last month, five hundred yuan."

"This is from the month before, also five hundred."

"This is from last year, the year before..."

"For these fifteen years, on the fifteenth of every month, without fail, I have received a five hundred yuan remittance slip."

"The sender's name is written as Xiangyang."

Su Yun looked at the dense pile of receipts on the screen, his brows furrowing slightly.

Fifteen years.

Five hundred every month.

Never interrupted.

This sounded like a story of a filial son working away, sending living expenses to his mother every month.

But the bullet comments in the live stream began to take a harsh turn.

"Fifteen years? Only sending five hundred a month? Isn't that too stingy?"

"Exactly, what can five hundred yuan do nowadays? It's gone after buying two bags of rice. How badly is this son doing out there?"

"Don't be so naive, those above. Fifteen years without returning home, only sending money, not even a single phone call—what does that mean?"

"It means he's gotten rich out there, or started a family, and doesn't want to acknowledge this poor mother anymore!"

"Using five hundred yuan to sever the mother-son relationship—what a clever calculation."

"It could also be that he committed a crime and is hiding out there; he doesn't dare to come back and doesn't dare to send more money for fear of being targeted by the police."

"It's highly likely he married into a wealthy family and is afraid of losing face, so he's playing dead."

The malice of human nature, under the fig leaf of the internet, is always displayed vividly.

The audience used the utmost malice to speculate about the "Li Xiangyang" they had never met.

In their eyes, this was just another cliché story of "having a wife and forgetting one's mother" or an "unfilial descendant."

Wu Xiulan couldn't see the words in the bullet comments, but she seemed to feel that the atmosphere was wrong.

She explained somewhat flusteredly.

"No, that's not it, my son is very filial."

"When he left, he told me that when he earned enough money, he would come back to pick me up."

"This five hundred yuan is enough for me to spend, really enough."

"I just want to know where he is, if he's doing well, and why he hasn't called me in so many years..."

The old woman's voice grew lower and lower, eventually turning into a sob.

"Master, please help me divine it. I'm seventy-eight this year, and my health is failing. I just want to see my son one last time before I close my eyes."

"I don't want his money; I just want to ask him if he has forgotten his mother..."