I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 113: I Don’t Read Tomatoes

"A ghost, driven by resentment, is taking revenge on its killer. If you have a clear conscience, just keep moving. I’m here. Nothing will go wrong."

A cool, collected voice came through the phone, yet it carried a special power. The delivery guy’s extreme tension eased the moment he heard it.

[Damn, the streamer’s reassurance is so powerful. The moment she spoke, I instantly stopped being scared! Whoa, this is so wild!] 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

[That’s because the streamer is just that powerful. Her voice makes you feel protected, so you naturally feel reassured.]

[I watch the streamer’s broadcast every day, hoping I’ll eventually learn her fortune-telling skills. But I’ve been watching for half a month and still haven’t gotten the hang of it. Streamer, am I a lost cause?]

The delivery guy felt much better, and his pace quickened. Soon, he was at the door of apartment 601 on the sixth floor.

Shen Zhiyao said, "Deliver it the same way you have been. After you’re done, don’t leave. Find a place to hide, and you’ll get your answer."

The delivery guy nodded obediently. He knocked three times, bowed, and placed the food delivery at the door, just as he had done before.

Once that was done, he quickly ran to a corner of the hallway.

The view was better from there. He aimed his phone’s camera so the viewers in the stream could get a clear look at the door to apartment 601.

[Damn, delivery guy, that’s messed up! You’re too scared to look yourself, so you’re making us watch instead.]

[Whoa, speak for yourself. I’m a total chicken, but I can’t look away!]

[What’s there to be scared of? Just open your eyes and watch! I refuse to believe this little thing can actually scare someone to death!]

[Wait, wait, stop spamming the chat! The door is opening!]

The door to apartment 601 slowly swung open from the inside, revealing a dim, yellow light from within.

Then, a rough, gaunt hand reached out, snatched the food, and retreated inside. The door slammed shut, and the sliver of light vanished.

[W-w-what... what the hell was that? If I saw that right, wasn’t the sleeve from a sweatshirt? I think I have the same one.]

[HOLY CRAP! I just took a screenshot, and now I’m freaking out. That hand was filthy and dark. That has to be a ghost’s hand, right?!]

[Did you guys miss the details? There was a light on in the room. If it were a ghost, would it need light?]

[I got a screenshot too. The hand is really rough, and you can tell it’s strong just by looking at it. It has to be a man’s hand.]

The delivery guy caught on. "If it’s not a ghost, then who could it be?"

Shen Zhiyao said, "Call the police."

Without a second thought, the delivery guy pulled out his phone and called the police.

Ten minutes later, a large group of police officers arrived on the scene.

The delivery guy, who had been hiding in the stairwell, only dared to emerge when he saw the officers arrive. He pointed. "It’s this one. There’s a suspicious person in this room."

The police broke down the door and found a disheveled man inside, eating fried chicken.

The man was filthy, his hair matted and his face grimy. His body was caked in a layer of dust, making him look like a beggar.

Upon verification, he was confirmed to be the murdered girl’s boyfriend—and the murderer who had fled to escape justice.

Years ago, he had gotten into an argument with his girlfriend over the bride price. In the heat of the moment, he killed her.

He had originally planned to dismember the body, but dismembering a full-grown corpse was easier said than done.

After getting only halfway through the dismemberment, he broke under the psychological strain and chose to flee the law.

The girl had once cut ties with her family over him, and they hadn’t been in contact for a year. Her family didn’t even know she had died here.

It wasn’t until a month later, when a neighbor called the police, that she was discovered. She had already been dead in her apartment for a month.

The police searched high and low for the culprit, completely unaware that after some time, the man had returned to the scene of the crime.

It was a twisted kind of cleverness—returning to the scene of the crime.

He knew the landlord rarely visited, and now that the apartment was the site of a murder, no one would want to take it over.

Even real estate agents didn’t want to show it.

And so, he hid alone in the infamous apartment, undiscovered for all this time.

At first, he would often sneak out late at night to rummage through trash cans for people’s leftovers.

Then, half a month ago, he found his girlfriend’s phone still in the apartment. After keeping it for a few days and seeing that no one called, he grew bold and started using it to order food. Afraid the delivery person would see and recognize him, he added a specific note to his orders: "Knock three times, bow, and leave the food at the door."

He actually found it strange himself. He always ordered staples like rice and noodles, but for the past half a month, what always arrived was Korean fried chicken.

He assumed they were just delivering the wrong order. Though he was angry, as a fugitive, he couldn’t exactly complain.

Besides, for an emaciated fugitive who was used to eating out of trash cans, getting Korean fried chicken was a pretty good deal.

Seeing the delivery guy now, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and snap, "How do you manage to deliver the wrong food every single day? If I weren’t a fugitive, I would’ve sued you by now!"

The delivery guy was momentarily stunned. ’With my four years of experience, how could I possibly deliver the wrong order!’

He immediately pulled out his phone to show the order, defending himself, "Wrong order, my ass! You ordered Korean fried chicken, don’t try to pin this on me! If you didn’t order it, would the restaurant have even prepared it? You dumbass!"

"Motherfucker!" the fugitive roared, rushing forward.

He had barely taken a step before two officers tackled and restrained him. "Easy there. You’ve got more than twenty years of prison meals ahead of you. Save your energy for prison!"

Another officer came over to the delivery guy. "Thank you for helping us capture this fugitive. There’s a 50,000 yuan reward for his capture. You can come to the station to collect it."

The delivery guy’s voice shook with excitement. "There’s a reward?! I’ll go collect it right away! Thank you! Thank you!"

He quickly picked his phone back up and said to Shen Zhiyao on the stream, "Streamer, the police said there’s a fifty-thousand-yuan reward for this fugitive! I’m completely stunned! It’s all thanks to you that I found this murderer. How about this? After I collect the money, I’ll give you half."

’Oh? He’s pretty honorable.’

Shen Zhiyao replied calmly, "You’re the one who resolved this, and you’re the one who called the police. You deserve every bit of that fifty thousand yuan."

Shen Zhiyao’s gaze shifted to the back of the bedroom. A young woman in a white dress was standing there. She waved to Shen Zhiyao, then faded away.

’Her lingering resentment has been resolved. Her soul can now go to the Netherworld to be reincarnated.’

In truth, Shen Zhiyao had noticed the girl in the room long ago. She had just kept quiet, worried the viewers wouldn’t be able to handle it.

With the incident resolved, the viewers on the stream let out a collective sigh of relief:

[Phew~ I was on edge for so long, I can finally relax. Thank goodness it wasn’t a ghost. I knew it! How can there be that many ghosts in the world!]

[Holy crap, I guess you could say I indirectly helped the police catch a fugitive!]

[Hahahaha, bro, that’s about as ’indirectly’ as it gets!]

[Everything on the stream tonight has been so heavy. I wonder if the next reading can be something more like a power-fantasy novel?]

[@user_above, been reading too many of those ’Tomato’ novels? Asking for a plot right out of one!]

[If you read ’Tomato’ novels, just do us all a favor and die, okay?]

[Hehe, my bad. I don’t read ’Tomato.’ I read ’Seven-Cat.’]

[...You moron!]