Pet King

Chapter 1197: Investigation

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Pi’s nameless book could, in theory, search for anything in the universe, including the past, present, and future of the universe. However, in general, Pi looked more at past events because the future was uncertain, and there were too many possibilities. Furthermore, it was more difficult to find out exactly what was happening now, as there were restrictions to doing so. For example, one could not involve other elfins. Like the previous case of cat abuse, the nameless book was unable to provide much of a trace of the Holy Cat statue.

Last night, Zhang Zian had tried to get Pi to do a preliminary inquiry using the book.

Although it involved Sihwa the mermaid, the restriction could be bypassed by pitching that the act could save a country and not checking directly who blackmailed Sihwa. The goal was to find out what happened two months after the incident, whether any small to medium anchors behaved abnormally.

The so-called small and medium anchors referred to anchors who had their own fan base or a large number of Weibo followers. These anchors were the biggest suspects.

Although the number of these anchors was not particularly high, it was definitely quite a few. It was a very time-consuming task to find all the details of their daily affairs.

But this matter could no longer be dragged on. The longer it dragged on, the more momentous the task was.

Pi indicated that it was possible to proceed with the check, but Zhang Zian knew that time was tight, and the task was time-consuming. Pi still had novels to write. Would this be too much trouble for Pi?

Pi gave him a gesture indicating that not only was it willing to help, it also wanted to.

Pi glanced at Vladimir, saw that he did not understand the gesture, and typed: “All for one, and one for all.”

Since it had made up its mind, Zhang Zian let Pi proceed. It ended up taking all night. Every time Zhang Zian woke up, he saw that Pi was still reading the nameless book by the light of the lamp, entering all useful information into the computer. Pi was only done when he finally returned from Wei Kang’s room.

“Are you done with your search? You don’t have to be too detailed,” Zhang Zian said. “And don’t worry, there is still time.”

Zhang Zian was relatively free for the whole day and wished to finish this faster. The hope was to go to the Siwa Oasis earlier rather than later, but rushing Pi because of this was not an option.

“Yeah…” Pi yawned a few times, gesturing that the checks had already been completed. Previously, it had been rechecking the work to see if anything had been left out.

It clicked the mouse and sent the edited document to Zhang Zian’s mobile QQ via computer QQ.

“You worked hard. Why don’t you go back to the phone and sleep?” Zhang Zian had watched Pi yawn for a long time and knew that it was extremely sleepy. But he knew that in a while, Sihwa would wake up and make a ruckus. Later, he would also have to travel by car, and Pi would definitely sleep poorly while they were outside.

Pi, indeed very tired from working furiously the last few days, nodded.

Zhang Zian took it back to the phone and opened the document it had sent.

“Sure enough, I didn’t guess wrong. The few black spots that jumped the most were sent by other anchors…”

Sihwa’s rescue incident had sensationalized the entire live broadcast platform. Many online anchors had suspended their live broadcasts. They ran to her room and watched the grandeur of the spectacle, which inevitably created feelings of envy and hate. They were veterans of the live broadcast platform, and some even had multiple platforms. They quickly noticed that Sihwa was an unsigned anchor, which meant that Sihwa would not be protected by the platform. They immediately thought of ways to bring her down.

After the live broadcast came to an abrupt end, most of them neither broadcasted to their own fans and talked bad about Sihwa nor bought ghostwriters. Doing so could make them seem too petty, so what most did was influence their fans or post about their doubts about the video. They did nothing more than that.

The rest of the smaller anchors—actually mid-level anchors of the platform who were not in need of money and had been enjoying the fans—in their chat rooms that day, fans started talking about Sihwa. This was intolerable for many of them, and many felt threatened—seeing Sihwa’s flawless appearance and her feat of saving someone in the water, they feared their status would be eroded.

These were the people who used ghostwriters and monetary sums to influence fans to talk bad about Sihwa. Zhang Zian thought about possible countermeasures and went to the bathroom to wake Sihwa up.

“Sihwa, get up,” he said, staring at the surface of the bathtub.

Sihwa lay comfortably at the bottom of the bathtub, still sleeping, her eyes closed. If one only looked at her torso, one would have thought a beautiful woman had died in the bathtub.

She didn’t respond to Zhang Zian’s voice, but he knew she would have heard it. She merely did not want to get up.

“Sihwa, the internet card is here.” He changed tack.

Splash! Like a spring, Sihwa raised herself up and looked left and right, swaying her long, wet hair. “Where is the card?”

Fortunately, Zhang Zian was prepared and managed to move out of the trajectory of her sprays. Otherwise, he would’ve inevitably been drenched.

She suffered from being highly addicted to the internet. A day without the internet was like losing a soul. She was highly restless without it.

“Are you lying to me again?” she cried angrily.

“I didn’t lie to you.” Zhang Zian pulled the internet card from his pocket and waved it at her.

“Give it to me!” She stretched out her arm, anxious enough to jump out of the bathtub.

Zhang Zian asked, “Why should I give it to you? Do you know how to install a mobile phone card? Do you have a pin that allows you to insert it into your phone?”

Sihwa was left speechless by his questioning but refused to be humiliated. “You…what about you? Do you know how to install a mobile phone card? Do you have a pin?”

“Ha! Zhang Zian can prove that he really does have it! When he has it up and running, be careful not to faint!” Richard shouted as he poked his head at the bathroom door.

Zhang Zian took a piece of soap and tried to stuff it into Richard’s mouth, but it was also prepared and moved swiftly away. “Hey! Bend over yourself and pick up your own soap!” it said.

“What is the meaning of ‘fainting’?” Sihwa asked, not having heard of this word.

“It doesn’t mean anything! Don’t listen to this ostrich’s nonsense! Pass me your cell phone.” Zhang Zian decided he would deal with Richard later. He would probably tie him to the roof of the car and sun-bake him into dried bird meat.

He took out the pin—it was a real pin for mobile phones and not a needle that induced fainting. He used it to put the internet card into Sihwa’s phone and reboot it. The phone could now be used to go onto the internet.

Sihwa, ecstatic, took the phone and immediately launched the live app to enter her chat room. However, she immediately saw the allegations. She became shocked and angry, her good mood dissipating.

“What is going on?”