On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

After another sigh, Li Changan nodded silently after a long while. "It's true that your family had an accident, but the search and rescue personnel didn't find any people or animals with signs of life at the scene. Perhaps your mother wasn't in the room, so she escaped..."

As he spoke, Li Changan felt a little guilty and shut his mouth awkwardly.

Tang Tang, tears already streaming down her face, choked up as she said, "Does that mean there's another possibility that my mother was already killed in the explosion?"

At this point, Li Changan no longer had the motivation to ask any further questions. He simply gave Lin Feng a deep look and said, "If the suspect contacts you, please notify the investigation team as soon as possible..."

Lin Feng nodded, and then sent everyone in the investigation team out of the house.

When they got home, Hong Dazhi sat beside Tang Tang with a worried look on his face, and said earnestly, "Oh, my dear girl, don't cry. Isn't it a good thing that that perverted old woman is dead?"

Tang Tang was immediately filled with rage. She straightened her back and glared at Hong Dazhi fiercely.

"Why, isn't what Dad said right? The two people in the world who have the greatest malice towards you, one is dead and the other is on the run. Aren't you safe then?"

"But... she is my mother after all!" Before she could finish her words, Tang Tang burst into tears again.

Finally, Lin Feng walked over to the two of them and gently patted Tang Tang on the shoulder: "I think you should get some rest tonight. You might have more important things to do tomorrow."

Tang Tang was stunned at first, but then she suddenly realized what was happening. If her mother had really been killed in the explosion, would she still have to go collect her body tomorrow? Even if she treated her badly, this was her duty as a child!

She nodded gently and looked at Hong Dazhi with tears in her eyes: "Dad, you should have a good rest too. I hope you can come with me to see mom off tomorrow."

Hong Dazhi rolled his eyes and subconsciously wanted to curse. However, when his eyes fell on his daughter's curvy body, he subconsciously swallowed.

"Dad, did you hear me? I'm talking to you!"

Hong Dazhi finally came back to his senses and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, daughter. Dad will listen to you."

Soon, the lights in the house went out.

Although Lin Feng was lying on the sofa fully clothed, his eyes were still slightly open, staring intently at the phone on the coffee table.

Sure enough, after a while, his cell phone vibrated.

In the darkness, Lin Feng smiled faintly, took his cell phone and walked into the bathroom.

……

Early the next morning, Tang Tang received a call from the police. The forensic examiner had discovered a large amount of smashed human tissue at the scene, and they were required to go to the county bureau to assist with a paternity test to confirm the deceased's identity.

Tang Tang certainly wouldn't refuse this request, and soon left home with Hong Dazhi.

As for Lin Feng, he was left at home by Tang Tang. After all, the suspect in the bombing was Tian Xiaowei. If people saw the two of them together, who knew what bad things would be spread?

For Hong Dazhi, he naturally didn't want Lin Feng to be a light bulb.

Therefore, without giving Lin Feng a chance to refuse, she pushed him onto the sofa and said, "You've been working so hard these past few days, renting a house and asking your father for money. So, just hand Tang Tang over to me today. I will definitely bring him back safe and sound."

At this point, Lin Feng couldn't refuse anymore. After watching the two of them get into the police car downstairs, he slowly walked into Tang Tang's room.

Watching this scene, many viewers in the live broadcast room laughed: "It seems that our master is finally going to take action."

"Come on, Lin Feng, get rid of Hong Dazhi quickly. Every time I see him looking at Tang Tang with that disgusting look, I feel sick to my stomach."

"I didn't ask you to kill Hong Dazhi, so why did you go to Tang Tang's room?"

"Fuck, is this Lin Feng also a pervert?"

"Sh ...

"Well, I think we should talk about something else. Even if Lin Feng really takes some action, I can't guess what he's planning. However, the person I admire most is Tian Xiaowei. He hid in an unfinished building and remained undiscovered for such a long time!"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten that Tian Xiaowei's live broadcast room camera was also always on. Has he been staying in the unfinished building all this time?"

"Could it be that the collective intelligence of the investigation team has declined again?"

"Not really. I was watching Tian Xiaowei yesterday. I saw him enter an unfinished building. It was covered in cobwebs and dust. It had obviously been abandoned for a long time. It must be a forgotten place."

"Really? I feel like Tian Xiaowei is going to stand out this time. I want to witness the birth of another pillar of this show with my own eyes."

This statement quickly resonated with the audience in the live broadcast room. After all, most of them were not optimistic about Lin Feng at the beginning.

Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly rose to prominence and even became the mainstay of this show.

This is undoubtedly a loud slap in the face to their loyal fans.

While cheering for Raymond Lam, they also hoped that the show would have another great performer. Not to mention someone who could compete on equal terms with Raymond Lam, but at least someone who could give him a run for his money.

At the same time, Lin Feng also walked to Tang Tang's desk and took out a brand new Japan from the drawer.

He took a deep breath, opened his notebook, picked up a pen, and began to write and draw on it.

Since the camera in the bedroom was on the ceiling, they could clearly see what Lin Feng was doing. More importantly, the screen in the live broadcast room could also be magnified. The audience could easily see what he was writing.

However, as luck would have it, he moved the swivel chair slightly forward. His head blocked the camera's view. Everyone only saw that simple line of words.

"November 8th, sunny."

In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded again: "Holy crap, what's going on? Isn't today already November 10th? Why is he writing in his diary from the day before yesterday?"

"Could it be possible that college would have such a low-level assignment as writing a diary?"

"I thought diary assignments were only given in elementary school. Looks like I just copied random things off the internet back then."

"Hahaha, I'm quite good. My diary entries used to be like this: Year, Month, Day, Sunny, Nothing to do today."