It was a fortune-telling live broadcast, but one billion people watched it

No matter how long a live broadcast is, it will come to an end. When Luosangsang started the next connection, Gao Ling and others had already switched off the live broadcast.

Gao Ling couldn't wait to send the phone number to Mrs. Wang's Doudou account.

Mrs. Wang saw the private message in the background and immediately gave the number to Luo Song. She also sent a message to Gao Ling, "Received!"

Luo Song's phone page stayed on the 11-digit number, and his finger did not press it.

"Hit him." The old man watching urged Luo Song.

The reason why Luo Song didn't press it was that everyone was surrounding him. It would have been fine if it was just a live broadcast, but now that the live broadcast was over, he didn't want every aspect of his life to be watched.

Liu Su said, "Why don't you go to the hotel first? You can call me when you get there."

Mrs. Wang's head perked up. She wanted to join in the fun, so she immediately said, "It's hot, take my car!"

The people around sighed, but they all understood and made way for Luo Song to leave.

But even though Luo Ping and Luo Song have left, their chat will continue. They have finally been able to gather together for such a lively occasion, and they will not leave.

It has been confirmed that Luo Song is not the son of the Luo family, so naturally he will not help move goods in the Luo family's warehouse.

He made sure to put his cell phone and wallet on his person, and got into Mrs. Wang's car with Liu Su.

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"I'm sorry for making your car dirty." Luo Song was inevitably a little dusty because of moving goods.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Mrs. Wang said with a smile, "I was going to wash the interior anyway."

Still a little distance from the hotel, Luo Song looked at the phone number he had entered the information on and finally sent a message to the other party, "I am Luo Song."

Gao Yun should be his real name, but Luo Song couldn't call himself by this strange name.

After Gao Ling received the text message, he called.

Luo Song hesitated for a moment, not wanting to keep his sister waiting too long, and answered the phone.

"Hey."

Gao Ling said, "I just bought a ticket. The time is quite coincidental. There is a train to the city at 12 noon today. I will place an order on the Dida app. It is expected to arrive in your town at around 7 o'clock. Please send me the address of the hotel later."

"it is good."

A long silence lingered between the two.

More than 20 years have passed since the two people, who were originally the closest blood relatives in the world, had not seen each other for a long time because of human traffickers. It was not until today through Luosangsang's live broadcast room that they had the opportunity to meet again.

Gao Ling finally spoke: "Is your girlfriend always with you?"

"Yes." Luo Song sat up straight, his expression tense.

"I, I have a very good relationship with her. We have been dating for several years. Before, I couldn't marry her because I didn't have money. Now..."

Luo Song suddenly felt that his words were ambiguous, as if he was thinking about the Gao family's money.

"I, I don't mean to take your family's money. What I mean is that I can make money with her, and I want to build a family with her."

Gao Ling understood Luo Song's incoherent words. Luo Song liked Liu Su and was worried that he would not like Liu Su. To Luo Song, recognizing relatives was important, and so was Liu Su. At the same time, Luo Song wanted to show that he did not care about Gao's property.

Where is the word "care" used? Everything my parents left behind already belongs to my younger brother half.

She kept the property and their love for her parents, waiting for her brother to come home.

Gao Ling's voice was a little choked up: "I know, I know everything. Mom and Dad left money for you. They have considered everything. You will know when you come back."

How could she misunderstand that Luo Song was after the property? If Luo Song was really such a person, he would not have been exploited by the Luo family for so many years.

Gao Ling told herself not to cry, but she couldn't help crying. Her brother had suffered so much.

"Don't cry." Luo Song said awkwardly, "I'm back, it's a good thing."

"Yes." Gao Ling nodded. Luosangsang told her about Li Zhaodi, which also resolved her long-standing knot in her heart.

Many times, Gao Ling thought that her brother was abducted because she took the initiative to talk to Li Zhaodi, but that was not the case.

It was Li Zhaodi's father who went to the toilet with his father and discovered her and her brother outside, and abducted her brother.

The girl who was barely pretty died more than 20 years ago because she wanted to help her brother return home.

Gao Ling had always hated Li Zhaodi, but after hearing Li Zhaodi's story, that hatred was instantly washed away by the huge waves.

She was a little at a loss, and subconsciously thought that if it weren't for her brother, Li Zhaodi might have died.

If the old lady of the Luo family had not killed Li Zhaodi with a hoe, then Li Zhaodi might have helped take her brother home.

How great it would be if things really developed like this. Gao Ling covered her face with her hands. She had cried too much and her eyes were sore. She couldn't cry anymore.

The hatred that had lasted for decades suddenly turned into a variety of complex emotions that she herself could not explain, and Gao Ling finally let out a long sigh.

Gao Ling was thinking about Li Zhaodi's disappearance. No one in the Li family cared about it. She would collect Li Zhaodi's body when the time came.

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The two didn't talk for long and hung up the phone.

Mrs. Wang sent Luo Song to the hotel, and Liu Su asked, "Do you need me to stay?"

Luo Song shook his head. Li Zhaodi's death had a great impact on Gao Ling, and on him as well. His kind and gentle grandmother actually had another side...

"I'm taking a break. So much has been going on and I want to clear my mind."

Liu Su expressed her understanding and went back to the beauty salon with Mrs. Wang.

After the two left, Luo Song washed up and lay down on the soft big bed.

Moving goods made him tired, and too many things happened early in the morning. Luo Song's emotions fluctuated violently, and he fell asleep quickly.

Luo Song dreamed that his grandmother was killing a chicken and there was a lot of blood on the ground. The three-year-old boy was frightened and shouted, "Grandma..."

"Oh, we killed a chicken today. The chicken wasn't dead yet, but it flapped its wings and bled a lot. Grandma will clean up the mess. Don't be afraid, baby." Grandma said this with a smile, but in the dream, her smile was a little distorted.

Sand had been spread on the cement floor to remove some of the blood. The old lady used a lot of water to wash the ground over and over again, but in the end there was still a small piece of blood that turned black and remained there forever.

That small spot of blood looked like a simple-minded panda. He later used chalk to cover the white part of the panda.

After Luo Song woke up and confirmed that there was indeed a small bloodstain in his memory, he went to the police station to report the case.

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Everyone in the Lin'an Township Police Station watched the live broadcast. When they saw the person who reported the case, the one who answered the call was Wang Fan, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to report that you were bought?"

Luo Song was stunned, "Officer, do you know about me?"

Wang Fan laughed and said, "I found out about this after watching the live broadcast."

Luo Song said softly: "You should know about Li Zhaodi's affairs. I am here to provide clues..."

Luo Song told the story about the bloodstains. The old house where grandma used to live was not renovated like others because the Luo family already lived in the town.

This information is recorded and is of great significance to the police officers in the police station.

The police immediately went out with detection equipment. If there was human blood in the Luo family’s old house, they could open the coffin and look for Li Zhaodi’s body more quickly.

Facts have proved that Luo Song's memory was correct. There was indeed a large amount of human blood in the Luo family's old house, as well as traces left by the old lady dragging the corpse.

Without seeking the consent of the Luo family, at eight o'clock the next morning, the grave in the Luo family's old house was dug up. In the decayed and weathered coffin, in addition to Grandpa Luo's body, there was also a small body. That was Li Zhaodi's body.