Officer Qin was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said okay.
Zhao Yan hung up the phone and proceeded to analyze the middle-aged man's facial features.
"Your four palaces are unbalanced, your印堂 (yīntáng - the space between the eyebrows) is messy and tinged with red, and your采听宫 (cǎitīng gōng - the area around the ears) is dark, indicating a leak of death qi."
"Looking at the ear features can reveal a person's path to wealth. From what you've said, you are indeed quite wealthy."
"However, this money was not earned through hard work, but by taking a shortcut."
"You had wicked thoughts, and the money you earned is neither hard-earned nor a windfall. You earned凶财 (xiōngcái - ill-gotten gains), and you must have harmed others for this money."
As Zhao Yan finished speaking, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.
After a few seconds, his expression returned to normal, and he continued to flirt with Zhao Yan, even resorting to personal attacks and spewing vulgarities in the livestream.
"Brothers, let's go to his livestream and report him!"
Zhao Yan waited for a while, and Officer Qin sent her a WeChat message.
Zhao Yan saw the WeChat message and Officer Qin asked her to keep the man engaged.
Zhao Yan told him to enter the livestream, and Officer Qin did so.
He had initially thought Zhao Yan was livestreaming to gain popularity by having him join.
To his surprise, upon entering, he found Zhao Yan's livestream flooded with comments and an astonishingly high level of engagement.
As Zhao Yan analyzed the middle-aged man, he also began to investigate him.
If it were anyone else saying these things, Officer Qin would have dismissed it. But coming from Zhao Yan, he suddenly felt something was amiss.
Information is transparent nowadays, and it's not difficult to investigate someone.
As he investigated, he immediately detected a hint of something unusual.
The middle-aged man's name was Ma Hongqi. Five years ago, he was a laborer with a difficult family situation.
The money was not from winning the lottery.
Upon calling the bank for an investigation, it was discovered that Ma Hongqi had received a large sum from an accidental death insurance policy in 2015.
His wife had died in an accident.
Before his wife's death, he had purchased a 100,000 yuan accidental death insurance policy for her.
A man who worked hard manual labor, earning 100,000 yuan, immediately used it all to buy insurance for his wife.
As Officer Qin delved deeper, he discovered that in 2017, Ma Hongqi received another large transfer.
His wife's brother, who worked with him, accidentally fell from a building and died.
The beneficiary was not his wife, but his brother's wife.
However, a month later, he received a transfer of several million yuan.
The person who transferred the money to him was none other than his wife's brother's wife.
Even more outrageous, after half a year, his brother's wife married Ma Hongqi.
Officer Qin immediately suspected that Ma Hongqi was likely involved in murder for insurance fraud.
He immediately took his officers to investigate.
After more than ten minutes, Zhao Yan, in order to keep the middle-aged man engaged, began to hurl insults at him.
The style of the fortune-telling livestream immediately shifted.
Zhao Yan was no match for him when it came to spewing trash talk.
"I'll fuck your dad! What are you barking about!"
"Knock, knock, knock!" A knocking sound came from Ma Hongqi's livestream.
Ma Hongqi stopped talking, glanced back at the door, and said, "Who is it!"
"It's the property management checking the water meter. The downstairs neighbor said your water pipe is leaking."
"Xiao Juan, go take a look," Ma Hongqi said.
The woman playing on her phone stood up and opened the door.
The moment she opened it, five burly men rushed in.
Leading the charge was Officer Qin.
"I suspect you of murder for insurance fraud. Please come with us to the police station for investigation," Officer Qin said sternly.
Upon hearing the words "murder for insurance fraud," Ma Hongqi was startled, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Officer, what are you talking about? I'm a good person."
Officer Qin ignored him, directly cuffed him, and then looked at his wife, also cuffing her.
Ma Hongqi's livestream was still on.
Seeing Ma Hongqi being arrested, the viewers were stunned.
Murder for insurance fraud! Holy crap!
Suddenly, Zhao Yan's livestream erupted again.
Zhao Yan, having hurled so much trash talk, felt her throat dry and quickly took several sips of water.
Seeing the comments filled with "What the hell," Zhao Yan softly said, "Don't get too excited, this is just standard procedure!"
She had only noticed that Ma Hongqi's financial luck was unusual.
She hadn't considered murder for insurance fraud, thinking instead that Ma Hongqi might have been a hired thug or involved in loan sharking and violent debt collection.
She had only considered these possibilities, but she hadn't expected Ma Hongqi's wickedness to be so profound.
After a while, Officer Qin called her on WeChat to express his thanks.
Ma Hongqi had been arrogant and self-important online, thinking he was all that.
Offline, he was a complete wimp.
Initially, he stubbornly denied everything. Officer Qin separated him and his wife for questioning, then lied to him, saying his wife had confessed.
He even had someone imitate his wife's voice to confess.
Hearing these words, the previously stubborn Ma Hongqi immediately turned into a sniveling mess, crying uncontrollably.
He then blamed his wife, saying she was the one who made him do it, completely shifting the responsibility and portraying himself as a victim.
"Miss Zhao, I'll have to send another banner to your shop in a couple of days," Officer Qin's cheerful voice came through.
Zhao Yan also chuckled a couple of times, said a few words, and then hung up the phone.
"Next up is the last fan. Send the comment [I do nothing wrong, I fear no ghosts knocking at my door] to have a chance to be selected," Zhao Yan said softly.
Zhao Yan noticed that the number of comments for this lottery had decreased significantly, not as many as before. It seemed some viewers were genuinely scared.
However, the engagement and the number of viewers online had increased.
The number of followers was growing slowly, still two thousand short of 210,000 followers.
She continued to set the comment interval to three minutes.
After three minutes, the winning comment appeared.
"Congratulations to [Hua Hao Yue Yuan] for winning."
As soon as Zhao Yan finished speaking, a Super Rocket appeared.
That was two thousand yuan, making her eyes widen.
She wondered if it was another show-off rich guy.
After all, most of the people watching her livestream were freeloaders.
She glanced at the viewer's account, and this viewer's account had no official verification.
It probably wasn't someone trying to piggyback on the trend, and they had even followed her.
"Thank you, Hua Hao Yue Yuan, for the Super Rocket, thank you."
"I think you must be a very clean person. I hope you don't make me have to say trash talk," Zhao Yan teased softly, then passed the microphone.
The connection was quickly established.
It was a young man in casual clothes, around twenty-five years old.
As he held his phone, he inadvertently revealed a green water ghost watch. This was likely not intentional.
Compared to the ostentatious displays of wealth from before, this young man was quite low-key.
"Hello, Master. I'm an old fan of yours. I've been following you for a long time, and I never expected to be chosen today."