73: Chapter 73 The Last Divination of the Day! A Seriously Ill Old Man!

The joyful atmosphere in the livestream room continued.

That father and son, who had come to blows over a gold-digger, were likely sitting on the cold bench at the police station, glaring at each other right now.

The chat was filled with jokes like "a loving father and a filial son" and "father and son fighting together on the battlefield."

Su Yun picked up his thermos, took a sip of water, and moistened his slightly dry throat.

"Alright, everyone, stop laughing."

He put down the cup, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"Whether it's that father and son, or Ms. Yuqing, they have all paid the price for their actions."

"Although our livestream room is a place to watch entertainment, there must be a limit."

"If you keep spamming the chat, the moderators will have to get to work."

Once these words were spoken, the rhythm in the chat finally began to calm down.

After all, Su Yun's prestige was established here.

No one wanted to be blocked by this "divine fortune-teller." In case they encountered something someday, they might still need to beg him to save their lives.

"It's getting late."

Su Yun glanced at the time in the top right corner of his phone.

It was almost ten-thirty.

Under normal circumstances, he would have ended the stream and gone out for a midnight snack by now.

But the merit points earned today were truly satisfying, and the farce earlier had pushed the livestream's popularity to a new peak.

The number of concurrent viewers had now exceeded two million.

This was a truly terrifying number.

If he ended the stream now, he would likely be drowned by the audience's spittle.

"Let's make this quick."

Su Yun stretched, his joints making a crisp cracking sound.

"One last Lucky Bag."

"After this divination, today's livestream will end."

"As the old saying goes, sincerity leads to efficacy; don't engage in those superficial tests."

After saying this, he tapped the screen.

The red Lucky Bag icon appeared in the top left corner again.

The countdown was ten minutes.

Although Su Yun said "let's make this quick," he was actually feeling a bit nervous inside.

None of the divinations tonight had been easy to deal with.

First, it was the tomb raider, then the perverted roommate, and then the father and son fighting over a woman.

Following this pattern, who knew what earth-shattering trouble the last divination would bring.

"I hope for something a little more normal."

Su Yun silently prayed to himself.

"Like finding a lost cat or dog, or asking if it will rain when going out tomorrow."

"Even asking about romance is fine, as long as it's not something that requires police intervention."

Ten minutes passed quickly amidst the audience's chatter and anticipation.

With a "ding" sound.

The Lucky Bag draw was over.

Su Yun immediately looked at the list of winners.

This time, his eyebrows didn't arch as they had before; instead, he frowned slightly.

ID: Candle in the Wind.

This name carried an indescribable sense of desolation and heaviness.

Then he looked at the avatar.

It wasn't some anime character, nor was it a landscape photo.

It was a yellowed, black-and-white old photograph.

In the photo, there was a young man wearing a Zhongshan suit, holding a little girl with pigtails in his arms.

Both were smiling happily, and the background was an old-fashioned park from the 80s or 90s.

"Candle in the Wind..."

When Su Yun read the name, his voice involuntarily softened.

The audience in the livestream room seemed to sense something, and the scrolling speed of the chat slowed down.

"This name makes my heart feel heavy."

"Looking at the avatar, it should be an elderly person, right?"

"I hope we can help him."

Su Yun didn't say much else and directly initiated a video call.

After a few seconds of waiting.

The video connected.

The moment the screen lit up, the viewers in the livestream room who were still sending "eating melon" emojis all stopped what they were doing.

On the screen was a hospital room.

And judging by the environment and equipment, it was clearly not an ordinary hospital room, but the kind of high-level ward for senior officials.

White walls, expensive monitoring equipment, and a bouquet of flowers placed on the bedside table.

But these were not the main point.

The point was the person lying on the hospital bed.

It was an old man with white hair.

He looked to be at least eighty years old, his face covered in the furrows of time, his skin as dry as a crumpled piece of paper.

An oxygen tube was inserted in his nose, several wires were connected to his body, and on the ECG monitor beside him, a green wavy line was pulsing slowly and rhythmically.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

This sound seemed exceptionally clear in the quiet livestream room.

The old man's hand was shaking.

He held up his phone with great effort, the camera shaking several times before barely aiming at his face.

"Ma, Master..."

The old man's voice was very weak, like a bellows being pulled, and he had to take a deep breath for every word he spoke.

"I am Candle in the Wind."

"My real name is Zhao Cheng."

Su Yun looked at the old man on the screen, his expression becoming solemn.

He sat up straight, putting away his previous laziness and joking attitude.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

"Are you in the hospital?"

Zhao Cheng nodded with difficulty, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, the hospital."

"I've been living in this place for over half a year."

"The doctor says my body is like a rusty machine, and the parts are almost all broken."

"I guess it's just a matter of these few days."

Once these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the livestream room instantly became heavy.

The comments that were joking around just a moment ago all disappeared.

Replaced by a wave of comfort and well-wishes.

"Hang in there, Grandpa!"

"Wishing Grandpa a speedy recovery!"

"Watching this makes me want to cry, it reminds me of my grandfather."

Zhao Cheng looked at the heartwarming comments scrolling across the screen, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Just then.

A series of special effects suddenly exploded on the screen.

Ten Carnivals.

On this platform, that's tens of thousands of yuan.

For an old man lying in a hospital bed, struggling even to speak, this was clearly not to show off wealth, nor was it for fun.

This was a plea.

A plea that poured out everything he had.

"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?" Su Yun frowned. "You should keep the money to buy some supplements; I cannot accept these gifts."

Zhao Cheng shook his head.

"Master, please accept them."

"This is my... last wish."

"I'm not short on money. I'm a retired university professor, and my medical expenses are covered by the state."

"I only want to ask you for one thing."

At this point, Zhao Cheng became emotional.

The numbers on the monitor began to jump, emitting a rapid alarm sound.

He gasped for breath, tears streaming down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"I beg you, help me find my daughter."

"Her name is Zhao Min."

"I haven't seen her for twenty years."

Twenty years.

This number was like a stone, pressing on everyone's heart.

Su Yun looked into the old man's eyes, filled with hope and regret, and asked softly, "Mr. Zhao, don't rush, tell me slowly."

"What happened twenty years ago?"

Zhao Cheng closed his eyes, as if falling into that painful memory.

"It was New Year's Eve in the millennium year."

"Back then, I was very stubborn, an old stick-in-the-mud."

"Minmin had just graduated from university then, and she insisted on marrying a poor boy who painted."

"I didn't agree."

"I thought that man was not serious about his work and couldn't give her happiness."

"We had an argument at the New Year's Eve dinner table."

Zhao Cheng's voice began to tremble, filled with endless regret.

"I... I slapped her."

"That was the first time I had ever hit her since she was a child."

"I was so angry at the time that I pointed to the door and told her to get out, saying that if she dared to step out of this house, she would no longer be my daughter."

"She cried."

"She didn't take anything, wearing only a thin sweater, and rushed out into the heavy snow."

"I thought she was just throwing a tantrum and would come back in a couple of days."

"But..."

Zhao Cheng opened his eyes abruptly, tears bursting forth like a dam breaking.

"But that one departure lasted twenty years!"

"In these twenty years, I looked for her everywhere, asked all our relatives and friends, reported it to the police, placed notices in newspapers, and even went to the painter's hometown."

"But there was no news."

"It was as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth."

"Master, I know I was wrong."

"I am a bastard of a father."

"I am dying now, and I dare not hope that she will forgive me."

"I just want to see her one more time before I close my eyes."

"Even, even if it's just looking at a photo."

"I want to say it to her in person... I'm sorry."