In the live stream, the old man's body remained slumped over the table.
However, his soul slowly drifted away from his body, hovering in mid-air.
Cui He looked at his semi-transparent hands, then back at himself still slumped in the small room.
A hint of confusion flickered across his face, but it was overshadowed by a sense of release.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
A young police officer ran in, standing there stunned.
It was as if he couldn't comprehend how things had come to this.
"Good child, there's no need to be sad."
Cui He's face held a gentle smile.
"Everyone dies eventually."
He had done what he wanted to do while he was alive.
Even if there were regrets, wasn't that just how life was?
He cast one last glance at a corner of the room, where empty bottles and cardboard scraps waited to be sold. He sighed softly.
The rest would be left to those who were still alive.
"It's time to go." Jiang Lin, sensing his release, waved and opened the passage to the underworld.
Cui He nodded without hesitation.
The two figures walked in, one after the other, gradually disappearing into the underworld passage.
Finally, the passage vanished as well.
"May the old man rest in peace."
"May there be no more sorrow for you in the afterlife."
Viewers in the live stream dabbed at their eyes with tissues.
"This live stream is still so depressing."
"It makes you cry too much."
Some recalled the old man's relieved expression and felt a pang of doubt.
"Why do I feel like the old man knew about his own physical condition and insisted on not going to the hospital?"
"That's impossible, if he knew, wouldn't he have rushed to the hospital?"
"Do you guys remember what the old man said?"
"The old man said he had one foot in the grave already, and those children were the ones who needed money."
"He said he knew his own body."
"He said, 'Every family has its own difficult scriptures to read; if there were no other way, who would want to be someone everyone praises?'"
"I guess the old man probably didn't want people to blame that hooded young man."
"No way."
The viewers couldn't believe it, but as they replayed the old man's words in their minds,
it seemed to make sense.
When he faced that young robber, the old man had even joked with a smile.
Later, he had insisted on not going to the hospital.
And then, thinking about his expression when he realized he had passed away...
The viewers were stunned.
They had initially thought the old man was just good-tempered and overly kind, but they never expected him to be so clear-sighted.
He saw the helplessness of those who passed by.
He saw the concerns of those who hesitated.
He even saw the desperation of the young robber.
It was like when he donated his money and then ate plain steamed buns.
He believed he already had one foot in the grave, while these children had a longer road ahead.
Anyone could have a moment of impulse.
But he didn't want that young man to suffer irreversible consequences for his sake.
"The old man isn't confused."
"He's just seen things too clearly."
Perhaps, in his eyes, these middle-aged people, young people, and children...
were all children.
When a person stands higher and sees further, their thoughts and actions
will inevitably puzzle many.
Because they don't understand.
"Yes, if possible, who wouldn't want to be someone everyone likes?"
"Actually, I made mistakes when I was young, but I never met someone as warm as him back then."
"Yes, warmth."
After analyzing the old man's actions and understanding his thoughts,
the viewers felt waves of warmth.
Perhaps the old man's actions seemed foolish to outsiders, but for those directly involved, they must have been heartwarming.
"I once wanted to be kind, but no one gave me a chance."
Just then, a comment suddenly appeared in the live stream.
At first, no one noticed it, but soon, other viewers stopped typing.
"I've robbed, I've killed, and I've helped those people do bad things."
"They've harmed many people, and I've harmed many people too."
"Come and arrest me, I'll be waiting here for you."
"If you still have a chance to be good, then don't turn back towards hell."
After posting this, the user named Abyss fell silent.
However, the other viewers were shocked.
"Holy crap?! What's going on!"
"A criminal confessing? Or just seeking attention?"
"Public Security Bureau: There is no turning back from hell, but if you turn back, we will always be here."
"Public Security Bureau: We will find you."
Watching the scenes unfold on their phones, the viewers felt an inexplicable surge of excitement.
They all sat up straighter, their eyes wide, the snacks in their mouths suddenly less appealing.
"What kind of development is this?"
"Watching a live stream has turned into a detective show?"
"Is that person really a bad guy?"
"Then why did he confess?"
"If he really harmed people, where is he hiding now?"
"What clues will he leave behind?"
Some tech-savvy viewers felt their fingers itching as they watched.
Their hands hovered over their keyboards.
"Shall we start a whole-network chase?"
"Whether it's investigating the Ancestor or helping Meng Po find someone,"
"There are never any shortage of tech-savvy individuals in this live stream."
Xianshui City.
Yangjiao Town.
This was not a prosperous place.
The shops lining the streets looked like they had been there for decades, with peeling paint and a general air of age.
People on the streets casually tossed their melon seed shells and ice cream wrappers on the ground.
If they were in a good mood, they might walk a few extra steps to throw them into a trash can.
In the barbershop, the barber chatted idly with his customer while busy with his work.
The clatter of mahjong tiles from the mahjong parlor never ceased.
By the roadside.
A man squatted on the steps, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his phone.
After a moment, he wiped his face and stood up.
He stubbed out his cigarette and walked in another direction.
As he passed a closed shop, he casually placed his phone there and continued walking forward.
There were few people here, and everyone was busy with their own affairs, no one noticing his actions.
"This outing was just to buy some things and check the situation."
"The messages I sent in the live stream were just a spontaneous act."
"I've heard a bit about the Underworld Healing Daily live stream."
"If there really is a hell,"
"Then I will patiently await that day."
"Just as the old man said."
"If possible, who wouldn't want to be a good person?"
"But clearly, in this world, bad people are always everywhere."
"When he needed kindness, when he still wanted to be a good person, no one gave him a chance."
"No one treated him kindly either."
"If he couldn't resist the darkness, then he walked into the abyss."
"If,"
"If he had met someone like the old man in his youth, would everything have been different?"
"Will those people find him?"
"Will hell arrive early?"
The man kept walking forward, turned at the street corner, and entered a dark alley.