"Alright, since the viewers in the live stream are very enthusiastic, I'll draw two more lucky fans."
"Everyone, type 'Good luck continues' in the comments, and you might be chosen."
Zhao Yan set up the comment lottery.
Soon, many comments of "Good luck continues" appeared on the screen.
This time, I'll set the time to 3 minutes; five minutes seems a bit too long.
The 3 minutes passed quickly. Zhao Yan checked the winning viewer.
"I'll find you even if I die! Great! Congratulations to the viewer named 'I'll find you even if I die' for winning."
"I'm going to start the connection," Zhao Yan said.
She started operating her phone to connect.
With a "beep," the connection was quickly established on the other end.
The screen split into two. On the other side was a man in his fifties, showing great respect towards Zhao Yan.
Having just witnessed this, he couldn't help but be impressed.
This was a master with true abilities.
He had some doubts at first, wondering if it was all staged. But upon closer thought, if it were staged, the man on the previous connection had too good of acting skills; he could have won an Oscar.
When it comes to such matters, it's better to believe than not to believe.
"Hello, Master. Please take a look at my face for me." As he said this, the fifty-five-year-old man became a little nervous.
Zhao Yan spoke, "Please lift your head a bit straighter and sit up properly."
"Oh, okay." The man immediately straightened his body.
Zhao Yan looked carefully, her brows furrowed.
Seeing Zhao Yan's furrowed brows, the old man waved his hands in fear, "Master, your expression scares me. I don't want to connect anymore, I don't want to connect anymore!"
He wanted to hang up, yet he also wanted to know what was going on.
He gritted his teeth and gave a wry smile, "Master, please tell me."
Zhao Yan looked for several minutes, then took a sip of water and said, "Your facial features are actually quite good."
"Your forehead is full, and your forehead is wide and smooth."
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
"But..."
These two words almost made him unable to catch his breath.
"But your facial lines indicate a lack of offspring. You had a child before, but that child suddenly disappeared, likely between the ages of twenty-six and thirty-two."
"After the lack of offspring lines, you then encountered the widowhood lines."
"You originally had a happy family and a successful career. Losing your son made you lose interest in work and dedicate yourself entirely to finding him, which led to the downfall of your career. You and your wife desperately searched for your son without success. Your son's disappearance became a heavy burden for your wife. Coupled with her already poor health, it led to her passing between the ages of thirty-nine and forty-four."
Zhao Yan couldn't see the exact time, such as the specific year, month, day, or hour, only a vague timeframe.
As the man listened, his eyes widened, and his lips began to tremble.
"Yes, you are indeed a master. What you said is very accurate. I used to have a lovely son. I had a company, earning over a hundred thousand yuan each month. My wife was gentle and virtuous. But the loss of our child completely destroyed our family. This incident also ruined me."
As he spoke, the man broke down in tears.
Every time he saw a child, he thought of his son. If he were still alive, he would be in his twenties by now.
"I still haven't found him. I don't even know if he's still alive."
The viewers in the live stream were deeply moved by this uncle.
They couldn't help but click on his profile and found videos of him searching for his child. Despite his own suffering, he also offered help to families who had lost children.
For so many years, he had never given up, nor had he remarried, and had been relentlessly searching.
"When my wife died, she was still worried about my son. I promised her that I would find him before I closed my eyes."
His words were powerful and full of determination.
The viewers urged Zhao Yan to help the uncle.
Some viewers even sent large rocket gifts.
"Uncle, please lift your hand a bit. I want to look at your palm lines," Zhao Yan said softly.
"Okay." The uncle raised his hand and placed it against the camera.
Zhao Yan looked for seven or eight minutes: "Uncle, your palm lines show that your child is still alive. From your palm lines, you faced two calamities between the ages of twenty-seven and thirty-three."
"The first calamity was losing your son, and the second calamity followed closely, which was encountering malicious individuals."
"Uncle, think carefully. Could it be that your child wasn't lost, but was abducted?"
"And the person who abducted your child is that malicious individual."
"This person is likely someone you know, or someone close to you."
The uncle clutched his hair and tried desperately to recall.
"My son was lost when he was two years old. My wife was taking care of him when he disappeared. My wife was heartbroken and guilty every day."
"I didn't offend anyone that year. Among the people around me, the people around me that year were..."
At this point, the uncle suddenly thought of something.
"The person close to me was the nanny we hired. However, the nanny took leave when the child went missing, she wasn't home, and there was no evidence of her presence. A few days later, she returned and said that the child was gone and she didn't know who to look after, so she went back to her hometown. We didn't hire her anymore."
Zhao Yan said softly, "Why is it that on the day she took leave, your child happened to disappear?"
"Perhaps this nanny is a good person, but please listen to my advice. You can focus your search on this nanny. Compared to searching aimlessly, you can try this."
"Sometimes, the most hidden things are right under our noses."
"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand." The uncle nodded tremblingly.
"Master, I'm going to investigate. If I truly find my son, you will be my great benefactor."
"Even if I die, I will never forget you in the afterlife."
"No, no, no, uncle, you should hurry and find your child," Zhao Yan said, waving her hand.
"However, don't hold onto all your hopes, to avoid disappointment. I can't guarantee a hundred percent accuracy; this also involves my own calculations."
She kindly reminded him, to avoid the pain of dashed hopes.
"Okay, thank you, Master. I have 2766 yuan in my card. I saved it by picking up trash while searching for my child. I don't have much money to thank you with, but I'll send all of it to you!"
"No, no, no, keep some money..."
Zhao Yan kept saying, but she couldn't resist the uncle's sincerity.
Several large rockets flew out. Zhao Yan felt uncomfortable receiving the money.
Just as she was about to say something, the uncle hung up.
"This uncle..." Zhao Yan shook her head, unsure of what to say for a moment, only hoping in her heart that he would find his son soon.
As she was thinking, her phone pinged.
'Wo Shi Xiao Tu Dou Ni' had called her.
Zhao Yan answered, and on the screen appeared Liu Ge~.
She saw his face was covered in scratches, red and inflamed like a monkey's backside.
Behind him was the architectural logo of the Guangcheng People's Police Station.
"Thank you, Master, for letting me cut my losses early. Otherwise, I would have been tricked out of my betrothal money by that pervert. Thank you, Master."
After speaking, he generously sent a super rocket worth two thousand yuan.
"Sorry to make you all laugh, brothers. I'm going to deal with this pervert. Thank you, Master. Master is amazing! Goodbye everyone, goodbye Master!"