Psychic

Xiao Jin is worthy of being one of the top hackers in the world. Only a regular Weibo post destroyed the positive image of Gao Yize who had been working painstakingly for several years. It took the Internet police a whole day to resolve the matter, but it still controlled the development of the situation.

At two o’clock in the morning, there was no longer an online Weibo on the Internet, but those tragic memories remained in the hearts of the public.

Gao Yize ’s Weibo account was managed by Xinghui Entertainment even after his death. The warm candlelight and white flowers dotted his personal homepage, and the photos he took during his lifetime were distributed on the webpage 24 hours. His fans have been holding on to it and have not cancelled their attention. What’s more, a lot of people have actively joined in just to mourn his death.

Countless celebrities prayed for him in silence, his death seemed to plate a golden light on his positive image.

Of course, that was all about 24 hours ago. Now, Gao Yize ’s Weibo has turned into a gray page. The number of fans keeps dropping, and occasionally it will rise a wave, but this wave of people It was added to whip the corpse, and left after the whip, leaving only piles of vicious curses.

There are rational people in this world, naturally there are crazy people, especially fans. All the fan groups of Gao Yize were disbanded, but a small number of fans remained. No matter how the outside world condemned their idol, and no matter how **** he did, in their hearts, Gao Yize was still flawless and the most loved. Now that Gao Yize is dead, this love will always stay at its strongest and never disperse.

In a small dark room, a woman with thick makeup and exposed clothes looked at the computer with a somber expression. Her QQ has been screaming, and there are noisy voices, it seems to be chatting lively.

A netizen named “Love Azer” said to the headset: “Sister, didn’t you say you want to teach Van Galo a lesson last time? Did the plan succeed?”

The woman’s expression twisted for a moment and replied: “No, something went wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t ask, knowing too much is bad for you.”

“What’s wrong, for Azer, I’m free from everything! I want to kill the **** of Van Gogh, if it weren’t for him, Azer wouldn’t be so miserable! And that Xiao Jin, if not Suicide, the old lady must have chopped him! “

“People are dead. Our main goal now should be Van Gogh. Today I sent a private letter to that slut. I will scold him! If he can’t help but scold, I will send a screenshot of his words to the micro Bo, expose him! What character identification machine, yuck! The most disgusting person in the world is him! “

“Yes, yes, I sent a private letter to scold him!”

“Call the people in the group, everyone will scold them, and see if he can’t bear it.”

“Okay, I will inform everyone immediately!”

Talking about this, the woman smiled smugly, and then moved closer to the camera to see if her makeup had flowers. She is opening a video with “Love Azer”, and her gaudy face appears in the video dialog box, which is the former Qing sister who intends to kidnap Fangalo.

As if thinking of something, Sister Qing opened the private message page of Weibo and sent a screenshot of her insult to Fangalo to all her friends.

These people claim to be Gao Yize’s most loyal escort, and are the last fans who do not want to leave. Of course, in the outside world, they have a louder name called Brain Disabled.

The unsightly language and vulgar insults involving various organs of the human body greatly pleased everyone in this small group. Everyone praised Sister Qing and praised her as a genius in cursing people and their well-deserved leader.

Sister Qing gained a strong sense of satisfaction from everyone’s praise. Since the last plan to kidnap Van Gogh failed, she really stopped for a while. If the eldest brother just fell on the tip of her knife, instead of being stabbed violently, the injury was not serious, she might have ran away.

And since then, she has been suffering bad luck frequently, even if she stays at home, she will encounter all kinds of dangers. A few days ago, her kettle suddenly exploded, which burned her thighs, leaving her unable to walk. The frustration of being unable to move at home all day inspired her anger. She stared at the computer with a terrible face and quickly typed the next line: [Van Galo, I want you to be buried with Gao Yize! 】

[? 】

A question mark jumped out of the webpage, making Sister Qing dumbfounded. When Gao Yize was still alive, she would send insulting words to Van Gogh every day, but she never received a response. Why did she win the bid today?

In an instant, the ecstatic emotion cleared up Qing Qing ’s inner doubts, and she poked at her fingertips, and a series of swear words without repetition filled the screen. Ordinary people may have been angry when they saw these stenchy words, but Van Gogh issued another question mark without hesitation.

Sister Qing was even more annoyed by his nonchalant attitude. She gritted her teeth and typed the next sentence-[Van Galo, you will die in my hands sooner or later! ] This person’s organ is about to be fixed!

[Who are you? ] Two words jump out of the screen.

Sister Qing was too late to reply, and a line appeared on the screen: [Why insult me? I never seem to offend you? 】

Sister Qing scorned her lips contemptuously: [Lao Niang scolds you if she wants to scold you, kills you if she wants to kill you, there is no reason! 】

There was silence for almost half a minute, and Sister Qing couldn’t sit back until she sent the repeated two words—Who are you? 】

Sister Qing choked, then sneered: “Aren’t you a psychic, can’t you predict death?” Then guess who I am, and then guess how you will die. 】

Van Gogh, leaning against the head of the bed, smiled happily, and then poked the keyboard slowly: [I will not die, but I can predict what you will encounter in the next three minutes. 】

Sister Qing again smashed a series of swear words, and then took a screenshot of this chat record and posted it in the group, taunting: “Sisters, please come and see, this **** Van Gogh is so **** funny! He thought he was Fairy, predict my encounter! I spit on his Weibo homepage! “

Sister Qing said that she did it, and she quickly took a spit in her throat and spit to her computer. Seeing her posture through the video, all the people in the group laughed at the table, praising Sister Qing’s domineering power.

They had no way of knowing that when Sister Qing did this, Van Gogh had put the phone on the table and stretched out his white palms to take a picture of the screen across the air, as if feeling something. He blinked his eyebrows suddenly, then turned to his side, as if avoiding the oncoming foreign objects, his dark eyes involuntarily showed a chill.

After about ten seconds or so, he picked up his phone again and typed the next word without delay: [Sister Qing, you have to be careful. 】

Sister Qing, who was laughing wildly, saw her words suddenly changed her face suddenly, and her throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible big hands. How could Van Gogh know that her nickname was Sister Qing? She never mentioned it on Weibo!

Sister Qing set her mind and prepared to fight back, but a string of text was sent across from him: [It lurks in the dark. 】

[It is staring at you. 】

[It slowly approaches you step by step, and you can’t detect it. 】

Sister Qing suddenly turned around, only to find that she had nothing behind her.

Seeing her panic movements and expressions distorted by fear, the people in the group began to ask: [Boss, what’s wrong with you? Did Fangallo scold you back? Let’s take a look! 】

Sister Qing’s tense mood eased a little, and posted these words in the group, mockingly said: “Damn, Van Gogh really pretends to be a ghost! Is there something behind me? Ah? Did you see it? The old lady was almost killed Bluff. “

Everyone comforted her and told her that there was nothing behind her and Van Gogh was deceptive.

Fangallo is still sending a message without hesitation: [It’s nearer, closer, closer …]

[Finally, it jumps on your shoulder and stretches out your claws to scratch your eyelids. 】

[Blood surge, black and white eyeballs fall from your eyes. 】

Sister Qing keeps taking screenshots and forwarding them to her friends. When she finally read the text on the picture, the black cat kept by her fourth brother at home didn’t know where to jump from, jumped quickly on her shoulder and scratched her eyes fiercely. A scream broke the silence of the night, followed by a squirting screen full of blood and a round, unstoppable eyeball that was dragged by an optic nerve.

These so-called justice messengers and loyal guards in the chat group were scared one by one. As soon as they watched the chat record of Van Gogh, the real scene came into being, as if this was not a coincidence, but an inevitable arrangement driven by Van Gogh ’s prophecy. He said that he would predict everything that Qing Qing encountered in the next three minutes would be really predicted, so accurate and so scary!

A loud scream broke out in the video chat group. Some people cried while crying: “Alarm, hurry! Call 110 and 120!”

“We don’t know where the boss lives! What should I do?”

“Call the police first, and then leave the video window open, the police can locate it!” This group of people even had so many brains.

“Love Azer” did not dare to close the video chat window, and then hurriedly called the police.

Sister Qing was about to faint, and she was afraid that her eyes would really fall on the ground. She quickly held it with both hands. The great fear and panic occupied all her mind, and she originally thought that the night in the Moon Bay community many days ago was the darkest and scariest day, but there was no darkest, only darker; no most scary, only more scary . She fell to the ground and couldn’t get up for a long time. She could only shout again and again: “Don’t call the police! Can’t call the police!”

It’s a pity that no one listened to her. 110 was already on the phone and came to the rescue in a hurry.

Sister Qing struggled for a long time before she got up. She was too late to catch her breath, and she saw a line appearing on Vangallo ’s private message page-[Do you know why it hurts you? 】

Sister Qing stared at the computer screen, and the whole soul was captured by this sentence.

After a while, a line of words slowly emerged-[it wants to hurt you and hurts you, there is no reason, just as you do to others. One last piece of advice, do n’t pick up the money that appears inexplicably in the grass on the roadside, it will be unlucky. 】

Pick up money? Unlucky? Seemingly thinking of something unbelievable, Sister Qing’s breathing was sluggish, and then she was completely paralyzed.