3: Chapter 3: Isn't this streamer a fortune teller? Why is he telling ghost stories?

"What's wrong? Scared witless?"

Seeing that Su Yun hadn't spoken for a long time, Wang Dahai thought the young man was intimidated by his aura.

He grew even more smug.

He pulled a cigarette from a pack of Soft Zhonghua on the table and stuck it in his mouth.

With a snap...

He flicked his lighter, took a deep drag, and blew out a series of smoke rings.

"Master, don't just stand there dazed."

Wang Dahai held the cigarette between his fingers and pointed at Su Yun. "Since you've started this livestream, you'd better have some real skill."

"I won't ask about anything else; just calculate my fortune for me."

"I have a big project on hand recently, worth hundreds of millions. I'm still weighing whether to take it on."

"Take a look for me. Is the fortune for this looking prosperous?"

After speaking, Wang Dahai leaned back in his chair, waiting mockingly for Su Yun to make up some nonsense.

If Su Yun dared to say something auspicious, he would immediately pull out the contract to humiliate him; that project had long since fallen through.

If Su Yun said it was inauspicious, he would show off the deposit that had just arrived in his account.

Either way, he'd be wrong.

This was a setup.

The livestream's popularity had already surged past two hundred.

Everyone was there to watch the joke unfold.

"Hurry up and make something up, Streamer! I'm getting anxious for you!"

"I know this one. He'll definitely say he looks radiant and that wealth will pour in from all sides."

"The guy above me—that's just standard charlatan talk. This streamer looks like a greenhorn; he probably doesn't even know the script."

Su Yun ignored the bullet chat and didn't even look at Wang Dahai's arrogant face.

His gaze bypassed Wang Dahai, staring intently at the polished floor behind him.

His brow slowly began to furrow.

That look was very strange.

It was as if he had seen something filthy, or heard a sound that made his skin crawl.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Su Yun just stared like that, not saying a word.

The atmosphere became a bit eerie.

Wang Dahai felt a bit creeped out by his stare and couldn't help but glance behind him.

There was nothing there—just a few antique vases and a tank of Asian Arowana.

"What are you looking at? Is there a ghost behind me?"

Wang Dahai turned back and snapped irritably, "I'm asking you a question! My fortune! Are you mute?"

"Exactly, stop acting all mysterious."

"I bet he can't think of anything to make up."

"Let's go, let's go. Everyone report him. This is a waste of data."

Boos filled the bullet chat.

Su Yun finally withdrew his gaze.

He looked at Wang Dahai, his expression devoid of any humor.

"Let's set your fortune aside for a moment."

Su Yun's voice was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet livestream room.

"My friend, is the soundproofing in your office not very good?"

Wang Dahai froze for a moment, then instinctively retorted, "Bullshit! My office is fully lined with soundproofing cotton. I could hear even a fly coming in!"

"Oh, that's strange then."

Su Yun leaned forward slightly, getting closer to the camera.

Those dark eyes seemed to pierce through the screen, looking directly into Wang Dahai's soul.

"Since the soundproofing is so good, why didn't you hear that noise?"

"What noise?" Wang Dahai's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Su Yun pointed to his ear, his tone eerie.

"Right behind you, under the floorboards."

"Skritch, skritch..."

Su Yun imitated the sound; it was enough to set one's teeth on edge.

"It sounds like someone scratching a wooden board with their fingernails."

"And the scratching is very frantic, one after another."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The livestream room instantly fell silent.

Even though it was broad daylight, many viewers watching the stream on their phones felt a chill run down their spines.

What the hell? Scratching floorboards?!

Isn't this streamer a fortune teller? Why did he suddenly switch to telling ghost stories?

Wang Dahai's hand trembled.

The cigarette between his fingers tilted, and hot ash fell directly onto his suit trousers.

"Sss!"

Wang Dahai let out a cry of pain as he was burned, jumping up from his chair and frantically slapping at his crotch.

He looked ridiculous, but he didn't care about the embarrassment.

His face, which had been fleshy and radiant, now turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye.

It was as if it had been painted over with white primer.

His eyes were full of panic, darting uncontrollably toward the space behind him.

It was guilt—extreme guilt.

"You... what the hell are you talking about!"

Wang Dahai sat back down, but he was clearly not as steady as before.

He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and shouted at Su Yun, raising his voice to mask his internal panic.

"I think you're desperate for fame! Isn't peddling feudal superstitions enough? You dare to try and scare people too?"

"What scratching? I think you've got water on the brain!"

"Believe it or not, I'll call the police right now and have you arrested for spreading rumors!"

While he cursed, Wang Dahai stared fixedly at the floor beneath the fish tank out of the corner of his eye.

Fine beads of sweat had already broken out on his forehead.

That sound...

Of course he couldn't hear it.

But he was terrified of hearing it even in his dreams!

On that thunderstorm-filled night three years ago, the person he had buried with his own hands had scratched at the floorboards just like that, begging for mercy before dying.

How did this kid know?

A coincidence. It must be a coincidence!

Wang Dahai frantically reassured himself in his mind.

This was done flawlessly; not even his most trusted subordinates knew. How could this kid possibly know through an internet connection?

Although the viewers in the livestream thought the streamer was acting weirdly, they also noticed something was off.

"Eh? This guy's reaction is a bit extreme."

"Exactly, he even dropped his cigarette in fear."

"Is there really something fishy going on?"

"Stop it. He's probably just disgusted by the streamer's creepy talk."

Su Yun watched Wang Dahai's blustering facade and a cold smirk played on his lips.

Cracked already?

That's more like it.

If his mental fortitude were that strong, wouldn't those 95 points of sin value be for nothing?

"Boss Wang, don't be in such a hurry to call the police."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, looking perfectly calm.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, why don't we just verify it and see?"

"With such a violent reaction, could it be that I've hit the nail on the head?"

Wang Dahai ground his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging.

"Bullshit! A man with a clear conscience has nothing to fear!"

"Fine."

Su Yun nodded, his fingers lightly tapping the table with a thump, thump, thump.

Each sound felt like a hammer striking Wang Dahai's heart.

"Since you have a clear conscience, do you dare to pry up the floor tiles behind you and take a look?"

"You don't have to pry them all up."

Su Yun extended a finger and pointed through the air.

"Right about three meters behind you, at the bottom-left corner of the fish tank."

"The color of that tile is slightly newer than the ones around it, and the color of the Grout in the gaps isn't quite right either."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be hollow underneath, right?"

Boom!

These words were like a thunderclap exploding in Wang Dahai's mind.

He froze in his chair, even forgetting to breathe.

Accurate.

Far too accurate!

The location, the characteristics—not a single detail was off!

That tile was indeed one he had replaced later because the ground underneath had subsided slightly. Fearing discovery, he had found a similar tile and replaced it overnight.

But the batches were different, so there was bound to be a slight color difference.

Usually, it was blocked by the large fish tank, so no one ever noticed.

This kid...

Who exactly is this kid?

Could he be watching from inside this room?

Or was there really a third pair of eyes on that rainy night back then?