Live fortune telling: Sending a top star to prison right from the start.

A knock sounded on the door; this time, it was a genuine home delivery.

Lu Rou thought it was just a few ordinary packages, but when she opened the door, the scene in front of her completely stunned her.

A group of staff members in neat uniforms filed in.

They all had respectful expressions, holding boxes of various sizes and exquisite packaging in their hands, making them look like envoys bringing rare treasures to pay homage.

The staff quickly arranged everything neatly. One of them, a middle-aged man who looked like the person in charge, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said politely.

“Ms. Lu, Mr. Lu instructed us to deliver these items to you intact. Here is a list of all the items; please review and sign for it.”

As he spoke, he handed over a beautifully crafted parchment list with both hands, detailing the brand, style, and size of every garment and bag.

Lu Rou slowly walked forward, took the list, and quickly scanned it with her eyes.

Familiar top luxury brands came into view one by one: Chanel's new suits, Gucci's limited edition handbags, Hermès' classic scarves...

"Okay, thank you for your help," Lu Rou said softly, her voice still carrying a hint of unease.

"That's what we should be doing."

The person in charge gestured, and all the staff left in an orderly fashion. The large living room instantly became quiet, leaving only Lu Rou standing alone in front of the pile of gifts.

The wrapping paper shimmered with a soft luster under the light, and each bow was tied just right, as if telling the story of how precious and thoughtful these gifts were.

She casually opened a box, and a faint scent of leather wafted out. Inside was a Hermès Birkin bag, its exquisite hardware showcasing unparalleled luxury.

Putting down her bag, Lu Rou opened a clothing box.

A white Dior dress lay quietly inside, its exquisite tailoring, delicate lace trim, and dazzling crystal embellishments showcasing the allure of haute couture.

She took a picture and posted it in the group chat.

[Yuzu Tea: Thank you, brother! You're so kind to spend so much! I really like it~]

Lu Rou received a reply very quickly.

[Banquet: I'm glad you like it]

[Smiling sweetly: Mom forgot to buy clothes, jewelry, and bags for my darling daughter.]

[A gentle smile: a wronged emoji]

[Yuan: Not bad, you're starting to look like a proper older brother.]

[Yuzu Tea: I haven't used the card Mom and Dad gave me yet. Let's go shopping together when Mom gets better, okay?]

[Smiling sweetly: Okay~]

……

The siren pierced the city's hustle and bustle, like a sharp sword, stabbing straight at the fleeing shadow.

Like a frightened bird, Zhang Cheng ran wildly through the narrow alley, with police officers closing in behind him, their footsteps echoing like a death knell.

Qi Jia was just passing through this alley when she was caught up in the sudden chaos.

Her eyes widened in terror, her body instinctively wanting to flee, but her legs seemed nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

Zhang Cheng's eyes searched around in a panic, and suddenly locked onto Qi Jia in front of him.

In that instant, he pounced on her like a wolf, his rough hand suddenly covering her mouth, his other strong arm tightly gripping her neck, pulling her frail body violently toward him.

Qi Jia's heart suddenly raced, and fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She struggled desperately, trying to pry open the arm that was holding her, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

The police officers stopped abruptly. The well-trained officers quickly raised their guns and aimed at Zhang Cheng, their eyes revealing coldness and determination.

"Release the hostages, you have nowhere to escape!"

Deng Xun's voice was booming, echoing through the alleyway with an undeniable air of authority.

A ferocious look appeared on Zhang Cheng's face. He shielded Qi Jia in front of him, as if she were his only lifeline.

"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll kill her!"

His voice was hoarse and frantic, and his arms trembled slightly from the force he exerted, making it almost impossible for Qi Jia to breathe.

Qi Jia's eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes. Her gaze met that of the police officers, a look of longing for life and a cry for help.

Deng Xun narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried his best to persuade him.

"Calm down. Hurting innocent people will do you no good. As long as you let her go, we can treat you leniently."

Zhang Cheng seemed to have lost his mind; his laughter sounded particularly sinister in the alleyway.

"Light punishment? I killed someone, and you think you'd let me go? Don't try to fool me!"

Qi Jia felt her consciousness gradually fading, and her throat felt like it was being burned by fire.

Just when she thought she was about to die, Deng Xun slowly walked forward.

"Don't be impulsive. Tell us what you need and we will try our best to meet your needs."

As he spoke, he secretly observed Zhang Cheng's reaction.

Zhang Cheng's gaze lingered on the young policeman for a moment, then he let out a cold laugh.

"You think I'll believe you? I need a car, a full tank of gas, parked at the alley entrance, and once I'm safely away, I'll release her."

Deng Xun nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll make the arrangements, but you must guarantee that the hostages will not be harmed."

While waiting for the car, Qi Jia's body trembled incessantly, and Zhang Cheng's hand gradually loosened, allowing her to breathe with difficulty.

Deng Xun's gaze never left Qi Jia; he tried to give her strength and comfort with his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, we won't let him hurt you." His voice was soft, yet it was like a ray of light shining into Qi Jia's dark world.

Time seemed to stand still, each second passing exceptionally slowly.

Finally, the car slowly drove to the entrance of the alley.

Zhang Cheng, holding Qi Jia hostage, carefully moved toward the car.

Deng Xun gripped his gun tightly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Cheng's every move.

Zhang Cheng tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, tied Qi Jia up, and drove away with her.

In the car.

Suddenly, Zhang Cheng drew his knife and stabbed at Qi Jia.

Just when Qi Jia thought she was going to die, she closed her eyes in despair.

Zhang Cheng cried out in alarm. Qi Jia opened her eyes at the sound and saw that Zhang Cheng's abdomen was covered in blood.

He stabbed himself!

The police, seeing the parked car, quickly armed themselves.

Deng Xun rushed forward and saw Zhang Cheng, who was injured and slumped in the driver's seat.

He subdued him in no time.

Qi Jia got out of the car and collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Deng Xun walked to her side, gently squatted down, and draped his coat over her shoulders.

"It's alright, you're safe now."

His voice was full of tenderness and concern.

Qi Jia looked up at the unfamiliar yet incredibly kind policeman in front of her, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

"Thank you."

……

After completing her examination at the hospital, Qi Jia's mind went blank. Why was the fugitive behaving so strangely? She seemed to have realized something.

The amulet in my pocket had turned to ashes.

No wonder the grapefruit sellers all claim to be shills; it's to reduce competition.

Woohoo~

Thankfully, she won a lucky bag.

Sister Lu, you are the only god in my human realm!

Deng Xun: "Please come with me to the police station to make a statement."

Qi Jia snapped out of her daze: "Okay."

……

Zhang Cheng committed murder due to an economic dispute and fled. He was sentenced to death for intentional homicide.