Chapter Seventy-Three: Wang Mo Begins to Show Off

When Xilou appeared in the livestream wearing the faceless mask, a wave of excited netizens, unable to contain their emotions, rushed in immediately.

"Xilou has started a livestream!"

"Ahhh, hurry up and join!"

"Xilou, you're amazing!"

"Xilou, you look so cool!"

"Is this the legendary genius who saw through the pervert at a glance and provided crucial clues to the police?"

"Incredible. I watched the previous stream and didn't notice anything off. Xilou, how did you do it?"

"Weibo users here to pay homage."

"Headline readers here to pay homage."

"Zhihu users here to greet the master."

...

As for the number of viewers in the stream, it soared past ten thousand in just a few minutes; at this rate, exceeding a hundred thousand was only a matter of time.

Of course, that was not Wang Mo’s main concern.

What he cared about most was the increase in followers, because the number of fans determined whether he could complete his side mission.

He glanced at the stats.

The growth was remarkable. Ever since the buzz exploded across Weibo, Bilibili, and other social platforms, his Douyin account had gained over six hundred thousand followers.

In just half an hour, he gained more than a hundred thousand fans.

It seemed that reaching a million today was not just a dream.

He cleared his throat and scanned a few more comments.

Wang Mo smiled, “Thank you all for your support. Please don’t speculate too much about this matter; let’s wait for the official report. Honestly, I wasn’t as heroic as you say—I just happened to notice something strange about the other person, and so I reported it immediately. Who would have thought it would lead to such a big catch?”

A user named "Stone" sent a carnival gift and said, "I’m ranked first—I have a question!"

Wang Mo chuckled, "What’s your question?"

The user replied, "What I don’t understand is, there were tens of thousands of people in the stream at the time, but no one noticed anything odd, so how did you recognize it, Xilou?"

This was the question that intrigued most netizens.

It was unavoidable. The performance of "This World Has No Color" was so convincing that nearly everyone believed it.

Yet, Xilou’s emotions weren’t swayed. Instead, after realizing something was wrong, he decisively called the police—and for a criminal case!

This was not something an ordinary person could do.

Unbelievable.

Wang Mo listened and fell silent for a moment.

Then he spoke softly, “Perhaps I saw something was wrong because I know that what the other person did couldn’t be the actions of someone truly intent on suicide.”

"Stone" pressed further, "Why?"

Wang Mo replied, "Because someone truly wanting to end their life wouldn’t behave like that."

"Stone" asked curiously, "Do you understand what a person really wanting to end their life is like?"

"I do."

Wang Mo’s words were astonishing.

Those two words left many viewers stunned.

"You do?"

"You understand people who want to end their life?"

"Is that for real?"

Wang Mo’s voice continued, "Because, once, I was just such a person. My life was truly colorless, shrouded only in endless darkness—loneliness, coldness, silence... So I know that someone truly seeking to end their life would simply sit quietly somewhere and slip away from this world without a sound. They wouldn’t want to connect with others, wouldn’t want to talk with us, wouldn’t want to go online, and wouldn’t expose their inner world to the public..."

At this moment, the number of viewers in Xilou’s stream reached eighty thousand. Eighty thousand listeners, stunned by Wang Mo’s words.

They hadn’t expected him to say such things.

They’d thought he’d relied on extraordinary perception, some kind of supernatural ability, to spot the anomaly. But it turned out not to be that at all.

"This..."

"Streamer, a hug."

"We’re here for you."

Meanwhile, beside him, Yuan Xiong heard Wang Mo’s words and suddenly slapped himself hard, his eyes reddening. The middle-aged man mistakenly believed Wang Mo was referring to the suicidal thoughts he had after his career collapsed.

It made Yuan Xiong deeply ashamed, thinking he hadn’t done enough at the time.

In the stream, "Stone" sent several more carnival gifts and asked, "Can I ask, Xilou, how did you get through those days of despair?"

Previously, Wang Mo hadn’t thought much of it.

He was referring to his depression and suicidal thoughts from his previous life.

He had simply shared a reflection.

But now, hearing Stone’s question, Wang Mo’s heart skipped a beat, countless thoughts swirling in his mind.

How did he emerge from that despair?

Perhaps, this answer could be meaningful.

He would give it a try.

Wang Mo considered for a moment, then smiled, "One day, I went to the seaside..."

Countless viewers gasped in surprise.

Going to the seaside, to them, didn’t sound like a good sign.

Wang Mo continued, "At the time, I watched the ocean and felt that the world was still devoid of color, but a thought arose in my heart: even if not for myself, for my family, for those who care about me, I must strive to live happily. Then, I wrote a poem. Looking at that poem, I gradually found my way out of that dark place."

"You wrote a poem?"

"Ah?"

No one was surprised that Xilou could write poetry—his talent made it unsurprising.

What stunned everyone was—

What kind of poem could help someone on the brink of despair rediscover hope for life?

"Stone" quickly asked, "Xilou, could you read your poem for us?"

He was quick-witted.

Wang Mo thought to himself.

He smiled, "Of course. In fact, I hope this poem can offer support and encouragement to those who have suffered as I have. Now our stream has over ninety thousand viewers—I don’t know if any among you feel despair or disappointment about life. If so, I hope this poem can bring you some warmth."

With that, Wang Mo paused briefly before announcing, "This poem is called: ‘Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms.’"

In the stream, the comments slowed noticeably. Most people were waiting.

Even Yuan Xiong held his breath.

Wang Mo’s clear voice rang out through the stream, echoing in every listener’s ear:

"From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person
Feed the horses, chop wood, travel the world
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables
I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blossoming
...
From tomorrow on, correspond with every loved one
Tell them about my happiness
The lightning of happiness told me
I will tell everyone
...
Give every river and every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I bless you as well
May you have a brilliant future
May lovers find each other
May you find happiness in this world
I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blossoming"

The entire stream echoed only with Wang Mo’s voice.

Even at the scene, everyone stood rooted in place, stunned, and when Wang Mo finished reading the poem, they still hadn’t recovered.