Before closing the stall at the night market, Li Chen was stepped on by the Gu family's thugs: "Kneel down, don't think about live broadcasting tonight." ' He smiled and opened his mobile phone: 'Everyone, let's take a look at this treasure – how much is this foot worth? ' The live broadcast room exploded instantly. Before the thugs could react, the old city in the picture suddenly distorted, and night fell. A blood-stained antique jade bracelet appeared in front of the camera, and Li Chen's pupils shrank suddenly - in his dream last night, he had seen this bracelet, and it was related to the murder of the Gu family thirty years ago. The price was that he forgot the name of his childhood friend. Rich trolls reported frantically, the algorithm demoted the rights, and the live broadcast room was about to go dark. But the number of viewers is soaring - ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine, with only one person missing, the truth will not be shielded. And that person was standing behind him. Li Chen turned around and saw Shen Lingwei holding up her mobile phone with complicated eyes: 'You foresaw that I would come, right? ' He wanted to nod, but found that he could no longer remember the deal he made in his dream last night.
