The expression on Wen Ruyu’s face froze instantly. His pupils contracted slightly, and his entire body seemed to pause as if someone had pressed a stop button.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

Perhaps the other party wanted to extort money, or perhaps they had some other unspeakable purpose. But he had never expected… such an absurd request.

Wen Ruyu’s first reaction was that he must have read it wrong.

Yet no matter how many times he looked at it again, that line of text remained clearly displayed on the message screen, carrying an unquestionable forcefulness.

Something was wrong.

In the original host’s memories, nothing like this had ever happened.

The original host had only ever been the one harassing others. He had never been the one harassed.

Was it… the livestream?

Wen Ruyu did not reply to the message immediately. Instead, he opened the livestream application the original host often used.

The moment the app launched, an overwhelming flood of new notifications surged in like a tide. The phone screen froze for a full three seconds before it finally managed to load the frantically popping messages.

Follow notifications 999+
Fan private messages 999+
Even the comments section had so many messages that it seemed endless.

He had… gone viral?

But he had clearly tried to reduce how often he spoke, and the stream itself had not been very long. This situation should not have happened.

Wen Ruyu unconsciously pressed his lips together. His finger slid across the densely packed list of private messages before randomly opening one.

"Midnight Barbecue: Streamer, streamer, your voice is seriously amazing!!! And that big spender dropped three hundred thousand in gifts for you, yet you ignored it and ended the stream immediately. That was so cool my legs went weak! From today on I’m your diehard fan!"

Wen Ruyu stared at the text on the screen, his picturesque brows unconsciously knitting together.

Three hundred thousand?

Someone had sent him gifts worth three hundred thousand?

He opened the original host’s revenue page.

The number displayed was 150113.

For streamers without a contract, gifts were split fifty fifty between the streamer and the platform. The original host had never signed a contract, so half of three hundred thousand was exactly one hundred fifty thousand.

Someone had really sent him three hundred thousand?

Wen Ruyu immediately opened the gift history.

There it was.

A three hundred thousand yuan gift.

Sent by someone named Yi Wen Bu Zhi.

Yi Wen Bu Zhi?

Wen Ruyu’s fingertip suddenly paused.

He recognized the name. This was the big spender the original host had tried to flatter for a very long time without success.

He had not even managed to add him as a friend.

Because there were simply too many private messages, Wen Ruyu had to scroll for quite a while before he finally found the chat window with Yi Wen Bu Zhi.

The other party had only sent a single message.

It appeared to be a contact ID.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: yiwenbuzhi."

Wen Ruyu frowned deeply.

Someone who could casually spend three hundred thousand on gifts was obviously not an ordinary person.

For someone like that, investigating a streamer’s background after spending money and receiving no response would be completely normal.

He switched back to the text message screen and stared at the unfamiliar number.

After hesitating for more than ten seconds, he slowly typed a line of text.

"Are you Yi Wen Bu Zhi?"

The moment the message was sent, the reply appeared almost instantly.

Less than two seconds.

It was so fast it seemed as though the other party had been staring at the screen the entire time.

"Add me."

There was no unnecessary conversation, and he did not directly answer the question.

But those two words were enough.

This person was Yi Wen Bu Zhi.

Wen Ruyu remained silent for several seconds.

In the end he opened the friend request page, entered the contact ID, and sent a request.

The request had barely been sent when it was accepted the very next second.

Before the notification sound for the accepted request even faded, new messages appeared immediately.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Voice."

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Record it for me."

Both sentences were commands.

There was no room for refusal.

Every word carried the oppressive implication of “you have no right to say no.”

Wen Ruyu lowered his gaze to the screen. His fingers curled slightly as he slowly typed three words.

"May Wealth Bloom: I can’t."

The reply arrived almost instantly, carrying a faint hint of ridicule.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: You can’t even breathe?"

Wen Ruyu’s eyelashes trembled lightly as his fingers quickly typed on the screen.

"May Wealth Bloom: I can’t."

"May Wealth Bloom: I’ve never dated before."

The original host really had never dated. He had no experience in that area at all. The original host had only been obsessed with online romance scams to make money. Even when acting like a desperate admirer, he had never invested any real feelings.

But the reply from the other side clearly showed disbelief.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Didn’t you have seven or eight boyfriends?"

"May Wealth Bloom: I never met them in person. That doesn’t count."

After the message was sent, a new line appeared, as if filled with mockery.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: You dare to meet in person?"

The original host naturally did not dare.

No one who stole photos to run romance scams would dare meet in person.

But before Wen Ruyu could organize his thoughts and reply, another message appeared.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Do you know how to run?"

Wen Ruyu froze for a moment.

Then he understood.

When people ran intensely and became short of breath, the sound of their breathing was no different from panting.

It could produce the same sound the other party wanted.

His finger hovered above the screen for a long time.

The tip of his finger turned faintly pale.

Finally he typed a single word.

"May Wealth Bloom: …Yes."

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Record it for me."

Still a command.

Still leaving no room for negotiation.

Wen Ruyu stared silently at the screen.

Just as he pressed his lips together and hesitated, another message suddenly appeared.

"Yi Wen Bu Zhi: Don’t record it."

Before Wen Ruyu could even feel relieved, the phone suddenly vibrated.

A voice call request popped up on the screen.

Caller: Yi Wen Bu Zhi.

The sharp ringtone rang through the silent room. Wen Ruyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wanted to hang up.

He did not want to answer.

But reason told him he could not refuse.

Since this person could investigate every detail of the original host’s past, he clearly already knew everything about him.

The other party held all of the original host’s leverage.

Before finding the real murderer who killed Yang Ruiqing, he could not die.

And he could not offend this person.

The only thing he could do now was try to placate him.

Wen Ruyu’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly pressed the accept button.

The call connected.

But neither side spoke.

Silence spread through the room.

It was eerily quiet, faintly carrying the sound of each other’s breathing.

Perhaps the silence had lasted too long.

At last, a man’s voice came from the other end.

It was deep and magnetic, carrying an unquestionable command. Beneath it seemed to lurk a restrained emotion that was almost about to break free.

"Speak."

"You… hello."

Wen Ruyu parted his lips. His voice sounded somewhat stiff and unfamiliar, as if he did not want to speak but had no choice.

Before his two words had even finished falling, the man’s voice sounded again.

Still brief.

Still commanding.

"Start."

"I…"

Before Wen Ruyu could even finish the sentence—before he had even organized what he wanted to say—a sudden series of urgent knocking sounds came from the other end of the phone.

Before Wen Ruyu could react, he heard the man on the other side curse in a low voice.

"Damn."

The voice carried irritation at being interrupted and restrained anger.

The next second, the call was abruptly disconnected.

Beep beep beep.

The busy tone echoed clearly in the silent room.

Wen Ruyu’s fingers slowly loosened around the phone. The tension in his body relaxed slightly as his slender frame sank weakly against the back of the chair.

He stared at the yellowing ceiling.

His beautiful eyes were unfocused.

He looked fragile and pitiful.

He had already escaped those people.

He had already entered a horror dungeon.

Yet he had not expected that his strange ability to attract perverts still existed.

His intuition told him that this Yi Wen Bu Zhi was no different from those people.

He might even be more dangerous.

Not only could he easily uncover the original host’s background, he also acted completely according to his own whims.

Nothing about him followed normal logic.

Today the call had been interrupted by knocking.

But what about next time?

Next time, would the other party let him go so easily?

Perverts were never satisfied.

Even if they gained temporary satisfaction, they would inevitably become more excessive, more obsessive, wanting more and more.

Eventually everything would end just like reality had.

Wen Ruyu’s gaze darkened slightly.

His pale fingers slowly tightened.

He could no longer remain passive.

He had to clear this dungeon and leave before everything spiraled out of control.

Everything in this dungeon revolved around Yang Ruiqing’s death.

Yang Ruiqing was the core of the entire dungeon.

Since there were no clues on the original host’s side, he could only start from Yang Ruiqing.

The original host did have Yang Ruiqing’s contact information.

After all, in order to steal photos conveniently, he had constantly monitored Yang Ruiqing’s social media accounts.

Simply stealing photos from those accounts was not enough.

The original host had even gone out of his way to harass Yang Ruiqing, chatting with him indirectly and persuading him to privately send photos that had not been posted on social media.

Yang Ruiqing had a fairly good temper.

And since they were members of the same club, he occasionally sent a few photos to the original host.

Seeing this, the original host became even more excessive.

Sometimes victims of his scams would request specific poses for photos.

The original host would then ask Yang Ruiqing to take photos in those exact poses.

Yang Ruiqing did not understand why, but he had obediently taken the photos several times.

However, the original host’s requests gradually became more and more outrageous.

Eventually he even began asking for explicit and inappropriate photos.

Yang Ruiqing’s patience finally ran out.

When the original host made another unreasonable request, Yang Ruiqing sent a long message angrily scolding him.

From that moment on, their relationship completely broke down.

The original host was afraid of being blocked, so he did not dare say anything more.

But he had not given up.

He merely shifted his harassment from the surface to the shadows.

He began secretly photographing Yang Ruiqing.

From club activities to classroom lectures, from inside campus to outside the university, the original host’s phone gallery was filled almost entirely with photos of Yang Ruiqing.

He looked exactly like a creepy stalker.

Wen Ruyu opened the chat window with Yang Ruiqing.

After reading through the previous messages and hesitating for several seconds, he sent a message.

"May Wealth Bloom: Do you have time recently?"

"May Wealth Bloom: I have something to talk to you about. Can we meet?"

After the message was sent successfully, Wen Ruyu lowered his gaze and stared at the screen.

Ten full minutes passed.

The chat window remained silent.

There was no reply.

Wen Ruyu pressed his lips together, hesitated, and sent another tentative message.

"May Wealth Bloom: Busy?"

This time the screen was no longer silent.

But the message that appeared was a cold system notification.

"Yang Fan Sets Sail has enabled friend verification. You are not his friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat after the request is accepted."

Wen Ruyu: "…"

Wen Ruyu stared quietly at the line of text.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally tapped the button to send a friend request.

…

Inside the university library.

A handsome young man in a white shirt was sitting at a window side table reading a book when the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Seeing the familiar and disgusting profile picture, a trace of disgust flashed through Yang Ruiqing’s eyes.

Without hesitation, he deleted the contact.

When he saw that the shameless person was still trying to send friend requests, the disgust in his eyes deepened.

Without even glancing at the request message the other party had written, he decisively pressed reject.

Disgusting.

Chapter 7

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