Online fortune-telling: The whole network queues up to let me do a fortune-telling!

Lin Mumu glanced at the mobile phone that Lu Ning handed over, a news video was playing on it.

The content in it is probably that a child disappeared after leaving school. The parents said that it was because the child was reprimanded and punished by the teacher at school, and the verbal attack hurt the child's heart, so he ran away from home.

At present, the police have started to look for someone, and his family and relatives have also started to look for him near his home and school, but after half a month, they still haven't found anyone.

The child's parents said on the Internet that it was caused by the school teacher, but the school said that no such thing happened. After a while, the school began to keep silent. Netizens are obviously more inclined to be the family members of the victims.

She simply flipped through the comment section.

[It will be fine, the child may just be in a bad mood, go out to relax, and come back when he has figured it out. 】

[Too naive, I haven't found it for so many days, he must have been killed, I suspect that he may have had a private grudge with someone, so he was killed quietly. 】

[Holy shit, I’m really worried when you say that. Who remembers the Nancheng burial case? That girl disappeared for a long time and was never found. As a result, more than 20 years later, the school was going to build a new teaching building, and a body was dug up. The murderer has not been caught yet. 】

[I hope to find the child quickly. I heard that the boy's neighbors have started to help him find him, and he will definitely be found. 】

[Yes, and the school, including the vicinity of the school, has been searched. Even if the person is no longer there, he must not be at the school. 】

[Maybe he is still alive, I hope his family can find him soon, I saw a video posted by his parents on the Internet, I feel so old overnight, so pitiful (bless, bless, bless). 】

……

Lin Mumu was almost finished, so he returned the phone to Lu Ning.

He said casually, "That boy should not be at school."

Lu Ning looked at her excitedly, "Yes, I just saw in other videos that the school released the surveillance video of the day the boy disappeared, and it showed that he left the school after school that day, and then I never went back." She recalled the video she saw before and described it.

Lin Mumu, "Do you have a picture of that child?" She asked after taking a sip of soup.

Hearing what she said, Lu Ning remembered that she could help figure out where the child was. She was so excited watching the video that she forgot that the master was at home.

"I'll look it up later." As she spoke, Lu Ning took her mobile phone and quickly searched for the photo of the missing boy, Zhang Wei.

Soon, a picture of a boy appeared on the phone.

Lu Ning pulled the chair behind her, sat next to Lin Mumu, and reached out to show her the phone, "This is the boy, Zhang Wei, you do the math."

"He is dead, and his body is buried in the woods of the back mountain called Dashu Mountain, one kilometer east of the school." Dashu Mountain is a small local mountain. It's not open, and it's relatively remote. Usually, no one goes there.

"Dead? How did this happen?" Lu Ning looked sadly at the boy on the phone, several years younger than her, who died like this.

She couldn't believe it.

Lu Ning looked at the phone in a depressed mood, and in the hotly discussed comment area, everyone was still guessing where the child ran to hide.

She hesitated for a while, and typed a line in the comment area: I know a master, she said that Zhang Wei is dead, and his body is buried in the back mountain of Dashu Mountain, one kilometer east of the school.

Lu Ning stared at the line she typed, read it for a while, and then chose to send it.

Soon, some netizens replied to her.

[Just brag, not to mention the one kilometer near the school, even within five kilometers, the police searched all over. If the body was really buried behind that mountain, it must have been discovered long ago. 】

[That's right, it's drainage, he just disappeared, how can you curse others to death, don't you have any family? 】

[What kind of master, I also want to do the math, dare to give me the contact information. 】

……

These people didn't even believe her. Lu Ning looked at the reply in the comment area in disbelief, and angrily sent them Lin Mumu's live broadcast room number.

Lu Ning: Tiger Shark Studio 1503, Master Lin, go and see if you are a real master!

As soon as she finished speaking, someone replied again.

[Fuck, it can't be that Master Lin who tore up the little devil with his hands, I watch her live broadcast every day, she is really good, and she is very good at fortune-telling, is she your friend, I'm so envious. 】

[Hand tearing the little devil, so powerful? 】

【It's not a little devil, it's Ah Piao, the real ghost, you can find out after you go and see, she is also very good at fortune-telling, if she said that Zhang Wei is dead, then she probably didn't run away, hey. 】

[Then why are you still standing there, call the police and let the police look for it. 】

[It’s fake, you’re all trusting, it’s impossible to figure it out no matter how you look at it. 】

[If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself, she is very popular in Tiger Shark now. 】

In this way, netizens in the comment area really ran to the police.

The police received clues from netizens. Although they couldn't believe that the person was really buried in the back of Dashu Mountain, they sent someone to check after seeing what the netizens said had a nose and eyes.

After all, Zhang Wei had not been found for such a long time, and they actually felt that he had died in their hearts.

In this way, the two little policemen went to Houshan.

Coincidentally, because it just rained a few days ago, the soil in the mountain is very loose now, and it can be easily dug up.

They really came to this Dashu Mountain, and they came with the police dogs, but they only walked around it at that time.

One reason is that there are many people coming and going here every day, so it is unlikely to be the place where the corpse is buried, and the other reason is that Zhang Wei has not been photographed by the nearby surveillance.

So I have never been to Houshan.

This time, the two little policemen walked around the back mountain only to find out that although this place has been closed, people often come in. Occasionally, you can see garbage bags thrown by people on the ground, as well as food. There are quite a few factories, and it seems that many young couples come here for a tryst.

When the two walked along the front to the back, they found that there were several trails that had been stepped on.

There seems to be more than one way up the mountain.

"What do you think is that?" One of the little policemen pointed to the wet soil not far away, and something red caught his attention.

He remembered that Zhang Wei was wearing a red shirt the day he disappeared.

"Go and have a look." Another little policeman carefully picked up the shovel in his hand and walked towards the red.

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