Luo Yingbai’s Weibo username was “Brother White’s Random Fortune Telling”, registered for four years, unknown to his real-life friends. He hadn’t put much effort into managing it, but because his predictions were always accurate, he had gradually gained some reputation. This “fraud incident” had been reposted by several big V accounts, attracting the attention of many onlookers.
Wang Huaizhi accused him on Weibo of being an irresponsible fraud and talking nonsense, resulting in the family receiving their child’s bloodstained clothes. Fortunately, he hadn’t revealed Luo Yingbai’s real name, and the only accompanying photo only showed Luo Yingbai’s back, so his identity was temporarily preserved.
Luo Yingbai breathed a sigh of relief. By his current timeline, he had left home eight months ago and was now in the second year of his postgraduate studies, with no one around knowing he was versed in metaphysics.
At this point, there were already many comments under this Weibo post.
The first young master of this city didn’t expect the other party to accept the challenge without hesitation. His status as a wealthy person was provoked, making him very angry. He challenged again, saying: “Fine, this is what you said. If I lose the bet, I’ll give you an additional 300,000, and then go to the blogger’s Weibo and call him grandpa. Are you brave enough?”
Oh, these two were escalating the bet, and more and more onlookers gathered, discussing enthusiastically and waiting for the fan girl’s response. Luo Yingbai was finding this interesting when his computer suddenly made a ding sound, and he opened it to see a comment reply.
Fan girl: “Thanks for the encouragement… Since you support me so much, why don’t you do it? Go for it!”
Luo Yingbai: “…” His fingers suddenly felt a bit cramped.
The fan girl quickly passed the buck and ran. The first young master of the city burst out laughing:
“Idiot! Don’t dare to bet now? If he’s not a scammer, why run? Dare to speak but not act!”
People below started chiming in: “Those four words ‘not a scammer’ are actually worth 300,000!”
“Maybe they’ve never seen so much money in their life, after all, street fortune-telling is only 10 yuan a time, hahaha!”
“@Xia Tian Bu Luo Ye, hey, weren’t you cheering just now? How did you become a coward? Are you betting or not?”
Just as they were enjoying their mockery, thinking this person would also disappear, the other party actually replied.
Xia Tian Bu Luo Ye: “Not betting.”
Xia Tian Bu Luo Ye: “Never played a game under 1 million, can’t afford to lose face.”
When the first young master of the city saw this line, he couldn’t help but slap his thigh in the car and exclaim, “Fuck!”
The scammer’s dog is quite arrogant!
He immediately started typing on his phone: “Okay, exciting enough. I’ll bet 200,000 that Brother White’s fortune-telling is a scam! Dare to take it?”
Xia Tian Bu Luo Ye: “200,000 doesn’t sound good, makes you look stupid. Let’s make it 300,000. The loser transfers money and screenshots calling the other ‘grandpa’.”
First Young Master: “Okay.”
Luo Yingbai burst out laughing and immediately agreed.
Huo Binghai: “No way, if I dare to play, I must play responsibly.”
His friend was called Zhang Zhe.
These days, even fortune-tellers have fans now. Could mysticism actually exist?
He was about to say something, but glanced sideways and quickly reminded Huo Binghai: “Your phone screen just lit up. Quick, check if it’s Weibo. What did he say?”
Huo Binghai said “Tch”: “You’re even more enthusiastic than me.”
As he spoke, he opened Weibo and found another reply.
White Brother’s Random Fortune: Friendly reminder, do not travel on Anbin Road.
Huo Binghai scoffed and read it aloud to Zhang Zhe: “Look at this nonsense. I never said I was going to take Anbin Road.”
Zhang Zhe was stunned: “But the road ahead is called Anbin Road!”
Huo Binghai was about to say “Let’s go forward, I’ll show him,” but looking at the road sign, his throat seemed blocked. He stammered and couldn’t get the words out.
The two looked at each other. Zhang Zhe hesitated for a moment, turned the steering wheel, and chose a slightly longer alternate route. At this time, with few people around, he rolled down the window and warned two pedestrians: “Hey, guys, that road seems… seems like you can’t go there.”
One of them said strangely: “I came from that direction this morning. It’s fine.”
Zhang Zhe was speechless – after all, he couldn’t even confirm if his own words were true. The two pedestrians found his warning odd and continued walking.
Zhang Zhe drove absent-mindedly, and even Huo Binghai was silent.
They both felt uneasy – after all, the “White Brother” on Weibo couldn’t possibly know who they were or what they were doing, but the fact he could mention “Anbin Road” was chillingly bizarre.
Moments later, the car’s news alert sounded: “Just now, a tanker truck exploded on Anbin Road in S City. The driver died on the spot, and two pedestrians were severely burned and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment…”
Zhang Zhe suddenly stopped the car, and he and Huo Binghai exchanged a look, speechless for a long time.
After a while, Huo Binghai tremblingly raised his hand and wiped his forehead – covered in cold sweat.
He couldn’t help but say: “Fuck!”
At the same time, Luo Yingbai himself was also shocked by this news. His phone displayed the Weibo page, and he was browsing photos of the tanker truck explosion on his computer, his face showing an unusual serious expression.
This had actually happened!
Luo Yingbai could indeed divine fortunes, but he wasn’t at the level of predicting life and death with just a few words to an unknown netizen. He had warned Huo Binghai only because of a strange Weibo comment.
While browsing Weibo, Luo Yingbai noticed someone had tagged him. Opening it, he saw a red-colored text post that stood out among the black text.
It was his first time seeing a Weibo post in this color. Surprisingly, the poster was the “City’s Number One Young Master” who had called him grandfather earlier.
City’s Number One Young Master: @White Brother’s Random Fortune I’m truly unlucky! Coincidentally on Anbin Road during the tanker truck explosion! What a pathetic way to die!
Luo Yingbai scrolled down and instinctively checked the post’s timestamp, surprisingly finding it was from May 2nd at 11:36, which was today’s date. But his computer and phone both showed 11:00, meaning this post was ahead of time.
The post had no comments, as if only Luo Yingbai could see it.
In other words… this red-text Weibo might be predicting the future?
After his warning was sent, the red-text Weibo quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
After the chaotic morning, Luo Yingbai finally had time to organize his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, stretched out his long legs, and closed his eyes to recall.
Yesterday was May 1st. Luo Yingbai had drunk a lot in his small apartment. If not for this rebirth, he would have remained drunk until noon, when the angry Wang family would have broken down his door.
At that time, Wang Huaiming would have died in a car accident, and Luo Yingbai’s fortune-telling mistake would remain unexplained, becoming a viral topic on Weibo.
Now this event had changed. So next should be…
He suddenly opened his eyes – Tang Yuebo’s death!
Luo Yingbai didn’t hesitate. He quickly freshened up and left his apartment, ready to return to school immediately.
He remembered that in his previous life, after escaping the Wang family’s entanglement and giving a statement at the police station, he returned to school on the morning of the 3rd. He was shocked to learn that their dormitory roommate Tang Yuebo had been fatally struck by a falling object near the teaching building the previous evening and died after emergency treatment.
