Fake Witch Ch.13

Chapter 13: The Live Stream Begins

Ever since the meeting, Feng Sa had been in a foul mood.

He couldn’t understand why the higher-ups were so hostile towards Shanshan, insisting on sentencing her to death.

How was this any different from a court that doesn’t listen to both sides and directly convicts one party?

What part of Shanshan made her seem like a fake witch?

Feng Sa had never watched Shanshan’s live streams before, but after watching one a few days ago, he went back and watched the recordings.

To be honest, in her earlier streams, Shanshan didn’t seem all that mysterious. It was more like she was being deliberately enigmatic. But wasn’t that just because ordinary people like them had never seen a witch before?

That Monday night, Shanshan got angry. The things she said and did were exactly how Feng Sa had imagined a witch in his dreams!

What skulls? That was just the fantasy of ordinary people!

A witch should be like Shanshan!

Mysterious black robes, a peculiar wand, powerful and dangerous.

Feng Sa was sitting at his dorm room desk, fuming. He had already opened the live streaming software.

He wasn’t actually worried about Shanshan’s safety because a witch couldn’t possibly be killed by a few mortals’ so-called “death sentence.”

But…

This was an affront to the witch!

No one could offend a witch!

Feng Sa pushed his bangs back. His usually nonchalant and lazy face was now visibly agitated.

“Nine fifty! Ten more minutes!”

“What do you guys think Shanshan will do tonight? Make potions? Or show us her pet?”

“Tch, only fools like you believe she’s a real witch! I bet she’ll screw up tonight!”

“What do you mean by that? Don’t speak so definitively!”

“….”

His roommates were arguing.

Feng Sa felt even more annoyed.

He imagined Shanshan’s possible reaction to the mortals’ arrogant disbelief and mockery, and her anger at being investigated and offended. She might never broadcast again, disappearing from the public eye…

Damn!

That absurd Bureau of Paranormal Investigation!

He was going to quit tomorrow!

The countdown for the live stream had started on the phone on his desk. Feng Sa frowned, lowered his eyes, and thought to himself.

*

Meng Nian was also watching the live stream tonight.

Ever since she had blessed that unknown witch, the black cat around her and her roommate’s luck had vanished. It was as if time had rewound to that night she encountered the robed figure, making the past few days’ scares feel like a dream.

Meng Nian didn’t understand why the witch had used a projector to scare her instead of appearing in person, but she believed she was a real witch.

Because…

She really had become lucky.

Yesterday, Meng Nian won 5,000 yuan in a raffle while shopping. This was almost impossible — just a marketing gimmick by the store. How could the first prize really be in the lottery box?

But she had won it.

In that instant, the feeling of being favored by the witch almost made Meng Nian float.

Even though she wasn’t short of money, “luck,” “sudden gains,” and “being different from others” always lifted people’s spirits.

Because of this, Meng Nian, who previously didn’t believe in witches, was now firmly convinced.

Meng Nian had always scoffed at Shanshan’s live streams, but today she was the most eager viewer.

“Meng Nian, do you think Shanshan is a real witch?” Wang Jun asked.

Meng Nian clicked into the live stream. “Yes.”

Because she was dressed just like that lady.

“I think she’s a fake,” Wang Jun muttered quietly.

*

In the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation, the lights were bright, and a computer sat on the desk surrounded by a group of people, all with serious expressions.

“Three more minutes,” said the deputy director.

“Are the people over at the guild really that busy? Judging whether the witch is real or not, they had to leave it to us? How are we supposed to make that judgment?” a man complained.

“No choice,” the director sighed. “The guild has a lot on their plate. They think this small matter will just waste their time.”

“A small matter?” someone sneered.

Matters involving a witch, a small matter?

The people at the guild probably decided Shanshan was fake without even watching her broadcast after hearing about it. That’s why they called it a small matter!

Handling someone pretending to be a witch really was a small matter to them.

“Alright,” the deputy director said sternly, “everyone knows Shanshan is definitely a fake. It’s no big deal if it’s left to us. Just ask her a few questions to expose her, then arrest her.”

The others remained silent, partly out of fear of the deputy director’s authority and partly because they had no objections.

Damn Shanshan, wasting so much of their time.

…

“One more minute,” Xiao Ding said, watching Su Mu tie the knot on her witch’s robe, his eyes filled with despair. “Sister Shanshan, we’re finished.”

“No, we won’t be,” Su Mu said calmly.

Xiao Ding assumed she was just trying to comfort herself and gave a bitter smile, saying nothing.

He started to regret his foolishness. What had he been thinking, teaming up with this girl to pretend to be a witch for money?

It was sheer audacity!

He didn’t know how Shanshan had managed to bluff her way through last time, but he had received word that this time, many high-ranking officials from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation would be watching the broadcast. Wouldn’t they be exposed instantly?

Those high-ranking officials had probably seen a real witch before, right?

The name said it all: Bureau of Paranormal Investigation. They had definitely dealt with many supernatural incidents.

“Shanshan,” Xiao Ding dropped the ‘sister’ title, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to Su Mu. “Have a smoke before you die.”

“…”

Su Mu: “No need.”

Xiao Ding didn’t mind. He lit the cigarette for himself, watching Su Mu sit down in the smoky haze and adjust the camera.

“Shanshan,” Xiao Ding continued, “you look young. In your next life, study well and be a good person.”

Don’t go down these crooked paths anymore.

Neither would he.

Su Mu paused, the strong sense of final words before death made her turn and glance at him, “Stop talking.”

Xiao Ding waved his hand, “…Fine.”

He retreated to the door, desperately smoking what he considered his last cigarette.

At ten o’clock, the broadcast started on time.

The audience flooded in like a tide, and the comments popped up rapidly.

[Shanshan!!!]

[Finally starting! I’ve been waiting for dozens of minutes!]

[What are we doing tonight?]

[Shanshan, can you show me the function of your wand? So curious!]

[Dear Witch, do you need money? My family owns a mine! It’s yours if you meet me!]

[Dear Witch, I brought my whole family! My brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, colleagues, and boyfriend are all watching your broadcast!]

If Su Mu could have seen that comment, she might have thanked the person for increasing her popularity.

But unfortunately, the comments were coming too fast for her to read anything.

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