Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 160 - 159: Don’t Want to Let the Bad Guys Go Unpunished

Chapter 160: Chapter 159: Don’t Want to Let the Bad Guys Go Unpunished

Mianmian sighed at the sight of the rich girl’s attempt to hug someone, "You can’t hug her."

One is a living person, and the other has already become a ghost; humans and ghosts travel separate paths, indeed.

Little Bun felt emotional and shook her head, an action that clashed with the beautiful princess dress she was wearing.

[Oh my God, did she really see her best friend just now?]

[Speaking of which, I just did a search, and there indeed are several news stories about kids committing suicide before the college entrance exams. Why would so many kids choose to do this?]

[Perhaps it’s because of the immense pressure from their studies nowadays; the kids can’t handle stress well... Wait, we’re getting off-topic. Is it really possible to see the dead?]

[Little Auntie mentioned inviting someone over; did she really manage to summon her? I checked, and isn’t it said that the souls of those who commit suicide can’t be reincarnated?]

The comments were all over the place, but they slowly began to dwindle after the rich girl’s question.

"Why can’t I hug you? Ah, is that so? Makes sense." The beautiful girl on the screen let out a pained smile as tears kept streaming down, "I’ve always wanted to ask you, why did you foolishly choose to commit suicide? Can you tell me now?"

After asking this, the rich girl went silent, as if she was attentively listening for an answer.

This scene made the netizens incredibly anxious, wishing they too had eyes that could see ghosts. Had she really called forth a ghost? And if so, what were they talking about?

They were dying to know!

As the seconds ticked by, anger replaced the sadness on the rich girl’s face.

"What did you say? You didn’t want to commit suicide? You were pushed? That beast, he deserves to die! To die! To die, die, die! I’m going to call the police!"

While the rich girl was loudly cursing, she suddenly noticed another figure appearing beside her best friend. She was taken aback and asked, "Who is this? What? Your boyfriend? Since when did you have a boyfriend?"

[Please, Little Auntie, can you let us know what they are talking about? Watching this mime act is really hard to bear.]

[Exactly, we need a translation.]

[Little Auntie, please tell us, hurry up, I’m going to die if I don’t find out what’s going on!]

Seeing that the comments contained no abusive language, Su Chenzhou decided to show them to Mianmian.

If there is no interaction, the Live Broadcast Room will become dull.

If Little Auntie couldn’t read, he was prepared to read the comments to her.

Just as Su Chenzhou was getting ready to help read the comments, as soon as they were turned on, Little Auntie with her little hands gestured sternly, "Don’t say that, don’t talk like that, you mustn’t curse yourself, you might jinx it! Dangerous! Quickly spit spit spit, slap your mouth, like this."

As Mianmian spoke, she slapped her chubby little hand against her mouth as an example, lifting her chin solemnly, "Words have power, things said can be heard by certain unseen filthy things, because they like to hear these negative words. The more you say it, the more bad things will gather around you, and these gatherings could turn into ’word spirits.’ After a long time, being unlucky would be the least of your issues; you could attract their attention and then these sayings could come true, and that would be bad news!"

This was the most Mianmian had spoken since she started live streaming.

Her milky voice, combined with her sincere big eyes, would make anyone believe her. Moreover, those in the Live Broadcast Room were netizens who already believed in Mianmian’s abilities.

They quickly followed suit, and some also began to share tales of self-fulfilling prophesies in the comments, agreeing with Mianmian’s advice.

Seeing everyone starting to post "spit spit spit," Mianmian felt relieved and smiled, "Yeah, everyone’s being so good. You all want to know what they’re talking about, but that’s not nice, they haven’t agreed yet. Once they’ve finished their conversation, I’ll ask them if it’s okay for you to know, all right?"

Little Bun batted her eyelashes, trying to coax the netizens into acceptance.

Netizens were charmed and decided to listen to Little Auntie.

In fact, when they thought about it, just as people have privacy, ghosts do too. They shouldn’t be insistent, so they quietly waited.

"Little Auntie, it’s time for eye exercises," Su Chenzhou suddenly said, "and for the audience before the live-stream, everyone should stand up, rest your eyes, and move around a bit to prevent any physical illnesses."

It had been over twenty minutes since the start of the live-stream.

Mianmian, being a child after all, had used her eyes for quite a long duration, which might lead to nearsightedness. So the Su Family arranged a segment for eye exercises, having the adults who were live-streaming with Mianmian supervise her eye exercises and occasionally get up and move around.

This reminder was quite novel, and the netizens couldn’t help but start moving along with Mianmian.

First, they rubbed their eyes, then moved their necks, and finally stood up to walk around the room. After completing the full set of movements and just as everyone sat down, Mianmian heard the plea of a rich young lady: "Little Auntie, can you help us? We don’t want the bad person to get away with it!"

In just that short time, the girl’s eyes had become swollen from crying.

Mianmian looked serious: "Mmm, Mianmian was going to help anyway! Mmm, do you want to watch personally?"

The rich young lady had not expected to have such an option.

She said with gritted teeth, "Of course, I do! Please let us watch."

Mianmian said, "Okay, then you should leave now. Remember to use two umbrellas under the sun, and go to the Police Station near your best friend’s house. Sixth nephew, can she continue to video call Mianmian after she leaves?"

"Yes, just switch to the mobile phone."

Little Bun took out a talisman from a small bag and began to write on it with a brush.

The reason for not acting immediately after calculating the issue but doing so now followed a rule: when paid to divine someone’s fortune, one must act according to the wishes of the person who requested the divination to maintain the most balanced state of karma.

What Mianmian was now writing was the name of the person responsible for causing the rich young lady to jump from a building. She wasn’t going to do anything excessive, only a little disturbance to prompt the wrongdoer to turn themselves in voluntarily.

The rich young lady, her best friend, and another ghost all wanted to watch, so the talisman could not take effect immediately; they had to wait.

"I’ll help you when you get there," Mianmian told the screen.

The moment the rich young lady switched the live-stream to her mobile phone and heard Mianmian, she nodded, put on her Bluetooth headset, and turned around. As she moved, the camera pointed towards her computer desk, which had several small medicine bottles on it.

[Taking advantage of sister not looking at the screen, I have to say, it seems like sister has depression.]

[The medicine on the desk is for treating depression, I have a friend with the same condition.]

[Wuwuwu, everybody is so kind, no one spoke up just now, but I also noticed this. Sister seems to be in poor mental health.]

While the rich young lady wasn’t looking at the screen, the netizens exchanged some advice on communicating with a person suffering from depression. By then, the rich young lady had already opened the door, and immediately a middle-aged woman’s voice could be heard through the Bluetooth headset.

"Jiajia, why are you coming out? Weren’t you watching a live-stream fortune-telling by Little Auntie Mianmian?"

The woman’s voice was very gentle and cautious, as if afraid to disturb the rich young lady.

"Mom, I... I was chosen for a fortune-telling! Little Auntie said the problem could be resolved and asked me to go to the Police Station near Weiwei’s house right now, could... could you take me there?" The rich young lady spoke even more nervously than her mother, as if she was afraid her request would be denied.

"Of course, I can, of course! Jiajia’s dad? Stop cutting the fruits; our daughter needs to go out. Get ready to drive."

At this point, the rich young lady aimed her mobile phone back at her own face, smiling awkwardly: "Sorry, my parents are going to take me, so, uh, I can’t go out alone."