8: Chapter 8: A Terrifying Omen! The third-ranked person is right downstairs from you!

Shen Qingzhu was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Su Yun's cold face, and her heart skipped a beat for some reason.

"It's not over yet?"

Shen Qingzhu asked subconsciously, "Master, didn't you say that I never went to college and was once blacklisted? You've finished saying all that, so what else is there?"

The viewers in the livestream also found it strange.

"What's wrong with this Master? She's already crying like this, and he still wants to twist the knife?"

"Exactly, he should quit while he's ahead. Don't go too far."

"Could there be some more dirt that hasn't been exposed?"

Su Yun ignored the noisy comments.

He leaned forward, resting his crossed hands on the table, his eyes fixed on Shen Qingzhu on the screen.

"What I calculated just now was the past."

"Next, I'm going to tell you about your future."

"Or more accurately, your next ten minutes."

Su Yun's voice was low, and he emphasized every word.

"I see a darkness between your brows, and you are surrounded by a malevolent aura."

"This is an omen of great calamity."

Shen Qingzhu felt her skin crawl at his words and forced a smile. "Master, don't scare me. I haven't done anything bad, so how could there be a great calamity?"

"It has nothing to do with doing bad things."

Su Yun shook his head and threw out a direct question.

"You're at home alone right now, aren't you?"

Shen Qingzhu nodded. "Yes, I rented an apartment by myself for the convenience of livestreaming."

"How is the security?" Su Yun pressed.

"It's quite good."

Although Shen Qingzhu didn't understand why he was asking, she still answered honestly, "This is a famous high-end apartment in Jiangcheng. You need a card to enter and exit, and there are twenty-four-hour security patrols. It's very safe."

"Safe?"

A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

"In this world, there is no such thing as absolute safety."

"Especially when you've been targeted by a paranoiac."

A paranoiac?

Shen Qingzhu was completely confused.

Su Yun didn't keep her in suspense and tapped a few times on the keyboard, seemingly looking something up.

In reality, he was checking the detailed information about Shen Qingzhu's future.

[Target Locked: Li Wei (Screen Name: Guardian of Qingzhu for Life)]

[Location: Downstairs of Shen Qingzhu's apartment building]

[Status: Extremely agitated, carrying a weapon]

As Su Yun looked at this information, his gaze grew colder and colder.

"Miss Shen, there should be a 'Number Three' contributor in your livestream, right?"

Su Yun suddenly changed the subject.

"His ID is 'Guardian of Qingzhu for Life', isn't it?"

Shen Qingzhu was startled for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, there is such a person."

Mentioning this fan, Shen Qingzhu's expression relaxed slightly.

"He's an old fan of mine. He's supported me since I first started livestreaming."

"Although he doesn't talk much and doesn't like chatting in the public comments like other big donors, he sends me private messages every day. He's never missed a morning or night greeting."

"He even sends me gifts during holidays. He's a very introverted and thoughtful die-hard fan."

As Shen Qingzhu spoke, there was a hint of gratitude on her face.

"After all, in this fickle online world, it truly wasn't easy to have such a long-term fan."

However...

After hearing this, Su Yun let out a cold laugh.

That laughter was filled with a chilling coldness.

"Introverted? Thoughtful?"

"Miss Shen, you really are thick-headed."

Su Yun looked at her and said in a faint tone, "You call someone who stalks your life twenty-four hours a day, treats you like private property, and even wants to become one with you, 'thoughtful'?"

The smile on Shen Qingzhu's face froze.

"Master, what do you mean by that? Guardian is a good person..."

"A good person?"

Su Yun interrupted her, his speaking speed suddenly increasing.

"Doesn't he often tell you in private messages not to wear clothes that are too revealing?"

"Doesn't he often ask you who you went out with today? Why didn't you reply to his messages?"

"Hasn't he also told you that he is the only one who truly loves you in this life, and that everyone else wants to harm you?"

This string of questions struck Shen Qingzhu's heart.

She opened her mouth to argue, but found she couldn't say a word.

Because everything Su Yun said was a direct hit!

She used to think those private messages were just a fan's possessiveness—a bit much, but she hadn't thought deeply about it.

Now that Su Yun had put it this way, why did she feel a chill running down her spine?

The viewers in the livestream also sensed that something was wrong.

"Holy crap, this sounds like a creep!"

"Such a strong desire for control? This isn't a fan; he's trying to raise the streamer as his wife."

"The more I think about it, the scarier it gets. People like this are the most likely to go to extremes."

"Streamer, stop talking. I'm getting goosebumps."

Su Yun didn't give Shen Qingzhu time to think.

He followed up with an even more explosive detail.

"During your livestream last night, did you casually mention that you wanted to eat a strawberry cake from that viral shop in the south of the city?"

Shen Qingzhu's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Yes... I did say that."

She had said it casually while chatting with fans before ending the stream; she had almost forgotten it herself.

Su Yun nodded, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp.

"Then that's it."

"He took it to heart."

"And, he took action."

Su Yun pointed at the screen, as if pointing out Shen Qingzhu's window.

"He is right downstairs from your home now."

"He's carrying the strawberry cake you wanted most."

"And of course, he has a fruit knife tucked in his pocket, prepared to make you belong to him forever."

Boom!

As soon as these words came out, Shen Qingzhu felt a chill rush from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head.

She was like a person struck by lightning, frozen in her chair, unable to move.

Downstairs?

That 'Guardian of Qingzhu for Life' was right downstairs?

"No... that's impossible, right?"

Shen Qingzhu's voice was trembling, her face as white as a sheet.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window beside her.

The curtains were drawn, so she couldn't see the situation outside.

But the fear of being watched surged up like a tide, drowning her.

"Nothing is impossible."

Su Yun's voice remained calm—so calm it was frightening.

"He has been preparing for this day for a long time."

"You think your high-end apartment is safe?"

"He figured out the security guards' shift changes long ago."

"Just two minutes ago, he slipped in while a delivery person was entering."

Su Yun watched the red dot moving continuously on the system interface, his speaking speed getting faster and faster.

"Now, he is in the elevator."

"Watching the numbers on the elevator display, ticking up one by one."

"First floor."

"Second floor."

"Third floor..."

As Su Yun counted, the atmosphere in the livestream reached a peak of tension.

Countless viewers didn't even dare to breathe.

"Is this even a livestreamed fortune-telling session anymore?"

"This is practically a scene from a horror movie!"

"Stop! Please stop talking!"

Shen Qingzhu finally broke down.

She covered her ears and screamed.

That immersive description made her feel like meat on a chopping block, only able to watch as the butcher's knife fell.