107. Live Capture of Tang and Song

"Oh, stop being so annoying! You fan your Ji Fanxing, I love my Tang Song, there is no need to praise one while putting down the other, okay!"

Yu Xiaoqiao impatiently tried to push away her sister's hand holding the phone.

However, she was caught off guard and drawn in by the stirring song playing from the device.

"When parting blooms into a flower,
Stretching out new branches,
Like winter passing and spring returning,
Waiting for the frozen heart to melt~"

Her gaze swept across the phone screen and could no longer pull away. The scene in the video was set in the modern era, with border defense soldiers standing tall on a desolate, wind-swept wilderness.

Their faces were chiseled by the biting, frigid wind and covered in a thick layer of frost, looking as resolute and stern as ice sculptures, yet their eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky—firm and burning with passion.

Accompanied by the lyrics of "Parting Blooms into a Flower," a sense of pride surged in Yu Xiaoqiao’s heart, alongside deep admiration for the border guards.

Her blood was boiling, but the next second, she froze.

The video cut to a different scene, the resolution significantly lower. Looking closely, she realized the footage had changed to a documentary from thirty years ago.

An anti-narcotics officer named Lin Zhiyong was executing an arrest when he encountered fierce resistance, and a criminal threw a grenade at the police.

"Bang!"

With a deafening blast, a young life vanished amidst the fire and smoke, frozen forever in that tragic moment.

"Every time you leave home,
Carrying the longing from afar,
The prosperity of the city,
Covers the crescent moon~"

In the video, the night captured by the reporter’s lens was tranquil yet desolate; a crescent moon hung lonely in the sky, overlapping with the crescent mentioned in the lyrics.

"You say Tang Song is innocent, then tell me, among those who do evil, which one of them didn't start by shouting that they were innocent?!" Yu Daqiao questioned her younger sister.

Yu Xiaoqiao bit her lip, wanting to retort, but found she had no way to argue.

As a hardcore fan of Tang Song, she had no confidence deep down. The street-team leader who was close to her had complained several times that Tang Song’s state was highly unstable, appearing dazed and unnervingly strange.

Then there was his open attitude toward prohibited substances in public; these clues simply could not withstand scrutiny.

Fans chose to turn a blind eye only because they convinced themselves that using prohibited substances was a personal issue that didn't break the law, and hadn't he clarified it every single time?

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaoqiao regained some confidence. "Hmph, if you won't lend it, then don't! Let me tell you, Yu Daqiao! Tang Song swore to us that if he ever truly used prohibited substances, he would die ten thousand times! He’s a total fan-devotee; he would never lie to us!"

...

In the capital, police officer Zhang Fan listlessly extinguished his cigarette. The comments online weighed on his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Tell me, what are we doing all this for every single day! How many times has that guy Tang Song been caught? Like he’s perfectly fine, today when I open my phone, it’s all news about him. And those who like him are all just kids! Following an idol like that, what kind of values are they going to have left?"

"Shh, keep it down, the Chief is still here," a colleague kindly reminded him.

Inside the semi-transparent glass partition, music could be heard faintly. Chief Fu’s eyes were red, filled with a sense of gratification that nearly overflowed. "Today's kids are truly remarkable; we must also work even harder."

He set his phone down, straightened his sleeves, and walked out. When Zhang Fan saw the naturally imposing Chief, he subconsciously assumed the Chief had come out because of what he had just said.

Taking two breaths, he stiffened his neck and said, "Chief Fu, I wasn't wrong! This society has become numb to the problem of drugs. I cannot just stand by and watch those young people have their entire lives ruined by drugs!"

"What's more, he is a public figure! How much negative influence will his actions have on so many young people?!"

"You are absolutely right. That man named Tang Song has challenged the bottom line again and again; this cannot be tolerated."

"Issue a notice now, detailing the circumstances of his three arrests. Furthermore, if there is any police involvement with him next time, adopt a live-streaming approach! Tear off his disguise in front of everyone and let the fans who like him see exactly what kind of trash he is!"

...

At the entrance of the residential complex where Tang Song lived, Song Qing walked over while cursing under her breath.

She hadn't expected her top-tier donor to make her go so far; not only did she have to travel all night yesterday, but he was also being all mysterious about it.

He told her to go to a designated locker at a gym to pick up a package, then distribute the small individual bags inside to different people.

It was such a hassle, running around until her makeup was about to smudge. If it weren't for the generous pay, Song Qing would have really wanted to flip out.

What was even more infuriating was that when she took a taxi, the driver insisted on tearfully chatting with her about a video he had just watched, saying things like, "Without the sacrifices and bloodshed of our revolutionary ancestors, there would be no modern Dragon Kingdom. The border guards and the people's police are so admirable..."

He babbled on and on, which was so noisy.

"What a joke. Aren't the revolutionary ancestors just a bunch of dead people? Even if they hadn't died back then, they’d be mostly dead by now anyway. What does that have to do with me? And the border guards and police are just doing what they're supposed to do. Even if they die, isn't that just incompetence? What is there to admire?"

When Song Qing said these words, the taxi driver actually turned hostile on the spot and kicked her out of the car!

Fortunately, she wasn't far from her destination, and she had important matters to attend to, otherwise, she would have made that driver pay!

This was the complex where Tang Song lived. Li Wang said that as long as she brought the items over, Tang Song would welcome her.

Thinking of this, Song Qing felt incredibly excited. As she looked up at the luxurious gate of the complex, she froze.

"Yunshen Courtyard." Xu Mo's home was also here...

Thinking of that name, Song Qing’s hand involuntarily slipped into her pocket, stroking the angel pendant she never left behind.

She took a deep breath, her heartbeat accelerating as she stepped into the complex.

Building five ahead, the 23rd floor was where Xu Mo lived...

Her footsteps veered, heading toward Building 4 next door, to the 28th floor, where Tang Song lived.

The doorbell rang, and Song Qing swallowed nervously.

The door opened, and a strange odor wafted out, making one feel dizzy.

Tang Song stumbled as he took the package from Song Qing’s hands, glanced at it, and smiled with satisfaction. He turned to close the door but was stopped by Song Qing.

"I..." Song Qing saw that he looked somewhat abnormal, but she still spoke up. "I was sent by Li Wang..."

"Oh..." Tang Song raised an eyebrow, his eyes scanning her up and down wantonly. It took a long moment before he barely nodded. "Fine, come in and play."

Play what?

Song Qing didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop her from happily stepping inside.

...

At the Imperial Hotel, Ji Fanxing raised an eyebrow as she looked at the location on her phone.

"Interesting, Song Qing is actually with Tang Song."

Monitoring Song Qing was originally intended to find an opportunity to crush her, but she never expected this person to be so busy after becoming a streamer.

Streaming during the day, doing who knows what in Yunnan Province at night, then flying to the capital the next day, running around several districts early in the morning, and now she was mixed up with Tang Song.

Tang Song was far from clean.

"What on earth are you all doing? This is so interesting, I must get to the bottom of it."

Ji Fanxing was a woman of her word. She dug into Song Qing's whereabouts for the past two days, followed the clues, and the more she investigated, the more spectacular it became.

"Well, well, this is a major case..."