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2 o'clock in the morning.

Countless night owls who were still browsing their mobile phones saw a live broadcast room with a dark cover recommended on the homepage.

"Seven days from now, strange things will come to the world | Three hexagrams this week, big bad news"

In the live broadcast room, the light was dim, and a pale young woman was facing the camera.

Although the appearance is beautiful, the pale complexion and the expressionless way he stares at the camera still scare the night owls.

【What is this for?Scared me]

【I have been squatting for ten minutes!Could it be that the anchor is mute?】

The number of people in the live broadcast room is still rising.

The pale and beautiful young woman in the camera moved her gaze as if she saw the number of viewers reaching 100. Her thin lips opened slightly, like a stiff doll trying to speak.

Her voice was hoarse:

"The first hexagram.

In Building C of Anhe Community, at 2:17 this morning, the steel cable of the No. 2 elevator broke and the car fell.

There were three passengers, two dead and one injured."

【???Are today’s fortune tellers so bold to brag?!】

【That’s too fake. I live in Anhe Community. This is a high-end boutique community. The elevators are inspected every month. There is no way there is such a low-level accident!】

【You are spreading rumors, where are the Internet police?No one cares?】

The anchor didn’t seem to notice everyone’s doubts and picked up the water glass by himself.

Just as I was about to drink water, there was a loud "bang".

The bedroom door behind the anchor was kicked open rudely.

A fat middle-aged woman rushed in with her hands on her hips and shouted fiercely:

"Jin Langque! Why are you hiding in the house and pretending to be dead?

“I just told you that your brother had a down payment of 300,000 yuan to buy a new house. Are you blind?Why don't you reply to my message?!"

A tall middle-aged man walked in behind the woman, with a beer belly and the hand holding the cigarette pointed directly at the tip of Jin Lanjue's nose:

"You must hand over your card today! Otherwise I will break your legs!"

At the very back, a pudgy young man leaned against the doorframe and let out a gloating laugh.

The anchor looked sideways, her pale face unwavering. Facing such a fierce family member, she looked very calm.

It’s like... I’m used to it, so used to it that I can’t make any waves.

【Oh my God, I was so shocked that my phone fell off my face!】

【No wonder the anchor is so nagging, it turns out he was angry at home and went online to show off and gain attention】

【Could this be a script?】

Jin Lanjue glanced at the void next to the phone, where there was a line of blood-red black letters floating in the air.

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