I was the most hated female celebrity on the internet. Even drinking water could get me cursed onto the trending list. On my birthday, I died in the bathroom. The first person to find my body was my best friend. She didn't cry, nor did she call 911. The first thing she did was pry open my eyelids and bring my phone close. Ding. Face ID unlocked successfully. Followed by the sound of a Venmo transfer. She transferred all my money away. Floating in mid-air, I watched helplessly as she finished transferring the money, then took a high-definition ugly photo of my corpse. Caption: "My heart hurts so much, Lexi, how could you leave just like this?" Send. The internet exploded. Chapter 1 I died. Died quite suddenly, heart attack. When my soul floated out, I subconsciously covered my face. No makeup, bare face. If the paparazzi caught this, the gossip blogs would write about my "looks collapsing" again. The bathroom door was pushed open. It was Samantha. My only friend in this circle, my bestie, the famous "Innocent Angel" persona—oh no, she really is pure and kind, at least that's what I thought when I was alive. "Sam! Save me!" I shouted, reaching out to pull her. My hand passed straight through her body. Sam couldn't see me. She looked at me lying beside the bathtub, froze for a second. Then, she smiled. Not a sad bitter smile, but the maniacal laugh of someone who just won the Powerball jackpot. "Finally dead." She said two words. I was stunned. Sam squatted down, didn't check for breath, didn't check for a heartbeat. She skillfully pried the phone out of my stiff hand. The screen lit up. She grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and faced the phone camera. I watched my pale face, eyes wide open in death, appear on the screen. Beep. Unlocked. Sam's hand speed was amazingly fast. Opened the banking app, transfer, enter password. The password was my birthday, she knew it. "Transfer successful." "Transfer successful." "Transfer successful." The phone kept vibrating, notification sounds ringing like a death knell. That was my acting fee, my appearance fee, the money I saved for five years to buy a house and retire. A total of $1.2 million. All transferred into an account called "Sam's Studio". Floating beside her, I was so angry I wanted to strangle her. "Sam! What are you doing! That's my money!" "Didn't you say you're my best sister? Didn't you say you don't love money?" Sam couldn't hear. After transferring the last sum, the balance showed: $0.00. She let out a long breath, as if unloading a heavy burden. Then, she took out a bottle of eye drops from her bag. Dripped two drops. Her eyes turned red instantly. She raised the phone, aiming at my corpse, finding an angle. Must capture my torn pajamas, my pores without makeup, and that face full of death. Click. Photo taken. She opened Twitter, edited the post: "Best sister, how could you bear to leave me alone? My heart hurts, hurts so much I can't breathe." Location: LA County Hospital. Click send. Only after doing all this did she leisurely dial 911. "Hello? Emergency center? Woo woo woo... my friend fainted... come quickly... I'm so scared..." Voice trembling, crying tone, the Oscars owe her a statuette. I floated on the ceiling, looking at this woman I trusted for five years. Suddenly felt, my death was truly a joke. Chapter 2 The ambulance came and went. Because I was already stone cold. The police came too, ruled out homicide—after all, I really had a heart attack, although this heart attack came strangely. My body was transported back to the mansion, temporarily placed in the living room. Sam said, she wanted me to leave "with dignity", set up a memorial in the house, let fans and friends come to pay respects. Dignity? She chose my ugliest black photo as my memorial portrait. In the photo, I was rolling my eyes, mouth crooked, a screenshot from a variety show where I was pranked. She enlarged this photo to thirty inches, hung it right in the center of the memorial hall. The memorial was decorated "grandly". The room was full of yellow chrysanthemums I hated most, the smell making me want to vomit. Sam wore a haute couture black dress, exquisite makeup, standing at the door receiving guests. Rather than a funeral, it was more like her personal runway show. Dozens of waves of reporters came. Flashbulbs clicking, all filming Sam who "fainted from crying three times". "Miss Samantha, did Lexi Lin have any last wishes?" Sam wiped the corner of her eye with no tears: "Lexi said... what she regretted most in her life was letting down her fans, she wanted to donate all her last savings..." Bullshit! When did I say that? "Then how will her inheritance be distributed?" Sam sobbed: "Lexi trusted me, made a verbal will before she died, all assets handed over to me to manage, for charity funds..." I floated above Sam's head, wanting to spit on her. Just then, the main door was smashed open with a BANG. A man wearing a tattered denim jacket, sweating profusely, rushed in. It was Luke. My biological brother. The person I hated most when I was alive. He was a gambler, a rogue, every time he sought me out it was money, money, money. The last WeChat message before I died was from him: "Sis, give me another fifty thousand, last time, beg you!" I didn't reply then, blocked him directly. Now he came. Must be here to split the inheritance. "Samantha!" Luke, red-eyed, rushed towards Sam like a mad bull. "Where's my sister? Where is my sister?!" Sam shrank back in fear, bodyguards immediately surrounded him. "Luke? What are you doing here? The person Lexi least wanted to see alive was you!" Sam screamed. Luke ignored her completely, pushed away the bodyguards, went straight for the coffin. He saw me lying inside. At that moment, I saw this six-foot man's legs go soft, kneeling directly on the ground. "Sis..." His trembling hand wanted to touch my face, but dared not. "Sis, get up, don't scare me..." "I got the money, really got it, don't die..." What is he saying? What money got? Wasn't he asking me for money? Luke suddenly turned his head, staring dead at Sam, eyes fierce enough to eat people. "It's you! Did you kill her?!" Sam immediately hid behind the reporters' cameras, trembling. "Luke, don't spit blood! I know you need money, but you can't use your sister's death to extort!" Reporters' cameras instantly aimed at Luke. "Is this Lexi Lin's vampire brother?" "Heard he owed a pile of gambling debts, causing Lexi Lin to be scolded for years." "Coming at this time, must be wanting the inheritance." Luke ignored those cameras, he rushed up and grabbed Sam's collar. "Where's her medicine! I ask you, where's her medicine!" "That imported medicine I gave you last week! Did you give it to her!" Medicine? I froze. I have congenital heart disease, only family knows this. Last week, Sam indeed gave me a bottle of medicine, saying Luke asked her to bring it to me. She said: "Your brother said he got this special medicine from abroad, don't know if it's true or fake, hope it's not poison." I was angry at the time, felt Luke had no good intentions, threw it aside casually, continued taking the "vitamins" Sam bought me. Sam's eyes flickered, pushed Luke away hard. "What medicine? I don't know what you're talking about! Luke, you're crazy for money!" She cried to the camera: "Everyone judge! Lexi's bones aren't cold yet, her own brother comes to make a scene at the memorial, opening his mouth about medicine and money, is this human?" Discussion around grew louder. "Animal." "Lexi Lin is so miserable, having such a brother." Luke trembled with anger. He took out a dirty plastic bag from his bosom, inside was a stack of crumpled receipts. "I didn't ask for money! This is money I sold the old house for, and moved bricks at the construction site! I went to buy medicine for her!" "Doctor said that medicine could save her life! One shot costs twenty thousand! I scraped it together! I really scraped it together!" He scattered the pile of money and receipts on the ground. Red bills, mixed with the smell of soil. Floating in mid-air, I looked at the money on the ground, brain buzzing. Those receipts read: Heart Valve Repair Agent (Imported). Date was three days ago. That day, he messaged me asking for fifty thousand. Not gambling debt. It was my life-saving money short of fifty thousand. And I, blocked him. My soul trembled violently. Turns out, the brother I always treated as trash, sold house and blood to save me. And Sam, whom I treated as a sister, swapped the medicine for vitamins, watching me walk towards death. Sam screamed, winked at the bodyguards. "Kick him out! Don't let him disturb Lexi's soul!" Four burly men rushed up, pinned Luke down. Luke struggled desperately, head hitting the corner of the coffin, blood flowing. "Samantha! You will die badly! I want to call the police! I want an autopsy!" "Gag him!" Sam panicked. Luke was dragged out, thrown like a dead dog at the villa gate. Gate closed. Sam tidied her messed hair, showed a poignant smile to the camera. "Sorry, let everyone see a joke. Family ugliness shouldn't be publicized, Lexi had a hard life, having such family..." Livestream bullet comments scrolled: [Heartache for Sam!] [Protect the world's best bestie!] [Luke go die! Vampire!] I floated in the air, looking at the screen full of abuse, looking at Sam's hypocritical face. I wanted to kill. But I was just a puff of air. Chapter 3 At night, fewer people in the memorial hall. Sam didn't rest. She asked her assistant to set up fill lights, aiming at my coffin. What for? Soon I knew. She opened TikTok, started a livestream. Title: [Sending Lexi off on her final journey, organizing relics, all proceeds donated]. Just started, online viewers instantly broke one hundred thousand. "Good evening family members, I'm Samantha." She wore plain clothes, no makeup (actually put on scheming no-makeup makeup), voice hoarse. "Lexi left too suddenly, left many things. I thought, can't let these gather dust, better share with fans who love her." She took out a bag. That was my favorite Hermès, limited edition. "This is the bag Lexi loved most in life, original price twenty thousand, today in livestream, just for charity, starting bid five thousand!" Bullet comments went crazy. [I want it! This is Lexi's scent!] [Sam is really too kind, thinking of charity at this time.] Floating aside, I watched her take out my bags, jewelry, even my underwear, auctioning them one by one. "Thank you 'Love Lexi Forever' for the big rocket!" "Thank you Top 1 Brother!" Joy couldn't be suppressed on Sam's face, though she tried hard to control it. Money. All money. Even if I became a corpse, she wanted to dismantle my bones and suck my marrow, squeezing out the last bit of value. "By the way, here is a special relic." Sam mysteriously took out a small box. Opened. Inside was a diary. My diary! It recorded all my secrets, including my complaints about Sam, and records of me finding accounts suspicious! Because of depression before death, my memory declined, I always wrote suspicions in the diary, but often forgot where I put it. Didn't expect she found it. "This is Lexi's diary." Sam sighed, "Actually Lexi's mental state wasn't good before death, often wrote some... nonsense." What does she want to do? She wants to read my diary in public? "Do family members want to hear Lexi's inner world?" Sam stroked the diary cover. Comments: [Want to hear!] [Is there big tea?] [Read quickly!] "Then I'll read a random paragraph." Sam turned a page, pretending surprised. "Oh my, this page says... she said she actually always hated fans, felt fans are all leeks..." Bullshit! I didn't write that! She made it up on the spot! Comments exploded instantly. [What? Lexi Lin is so disgusting?] [Loss I even sent her gifts, turns out treating me as leek?] [Good riddance! Such person!] Sam's mouth corner raised imperceptibly. "Sigh, everyone don't scold Lexi, she was sick too, brain not clear..." She was about to turn the next page. "This page says, she admitted she did dr..." Drugs?! She wants to rumor I did drugs?! Once this hat is put on, even if dead I'll be nailed to the pillar of shame, even Luke will carry the title of "drug star family" for life! "Sam! You shut up!" I rushed over like crazy, wanting to grab the diary. Still passed through. I despaired. Even being a ghost is so useless? Just then, I suddenly felt a strong current. Coming from that fill light. I was angry, very angry. This anger seemed to turn into a kind of energy. Zzzzz— The fill light suddenly flickered a few times. Sam was startled: "What's going on?" I looked at that bulb. Only one thought in mind: Explode! Bang! Bulb exploded. Glass shards scattered. Livestream plunged into darkness. Sam screamed: "Ah! My face!" A glass shard cut her cheek, blood flowed out. Chaos in livestream. [WTF! Paranormal event?] [Is Lexi manifesting?] [Must be because she lied! Lexi angry!] Watching Sam covering her face screaming, a thrill I never had surged in my heart. Turns out, I can control electricity! Although only a little bit, but enough. Sam, the game has just begun. Chapter 4 Sam turned off the livestream. The wound on her face wasn't deep, but enough to make her furious. "Bad luck! Truly bad luck!" She threw my diary on the ground, stomped twice. "Dead already, still not peaceful!" She picked up the phone, dialed a number. "Hello? Mr. Wang? Yes, it's me." "Something unexpected happened, that Luke seems to know about the medicine... yes, he has receipts." "Can't wait, cremate directly tomorrow morning." "What memorial service? Cancel! Drag directly to burn!" "As long as burned to ashes, even gods can't find cause of death!" I floated in the corner, chilled all over. Cremate tomorrow morning? If no autopsy, if not found I was killed by swapped medicine, I really died in vain! And, my inheritance, my $1.2 million, will all fall rightfully into this murderer's hands! No! Absolutely not! But what can I do now? Explode a bulb? At most scare her. I need help. Luke. Only Luke can help me. But Luke was kicked out, where is he? I tried floating out. Before I could only move three meters around the corpse. But this time, maybe because that bulb explosion gave me confidence, I actually floated out of the villa gate. It was late at night. By the road outside the villa, a figure squatted. It was Luke. He didn't leave. He had gauze wrapped around his head, curled up under the street lamp, tightly clutching that plastic bag full of medicine receipts. Gnawing on a cold bun while staring at the villa gate. "Sis..." he muttered, "I won't go, I won't let them burn you." "I want to take you home." My tears—if ghosts have tears—fell down. I wanted to hug him. Wanted to tell him, Sis was wrong, Sis used to be a jerk. Suddenly, several black vans stopped in front of Luke. Doors slid open, seven or eight people holding sticks got off. Leading was Sam's head bodyguard. "Kid, haven't rolled yet?" Head bodyguard sneered, "Sister Sam said, you are an eyesore here, let us send you off." Luke threw away the bun, stood up. Although injured, that fierceness was still there. "What do you want?" "What? Shut you up." Bodyguard swung a stick over. Luke didn't dodge, took a hard hit, then backhanded a punch on the bodyguard's face. "I fight you!" But he was one person after all, they were seven or eight. Soon, Luke was beaten to the ground. Sticks fell on him like raindrops. "Stop hitting! Stop hitting!" I cried, rushing over trying to block for him. Useless. Sticks passed through my body, smashing on Luke's back. Making dull thuds. Luke curled up, protecting that plastic bag in his bosom dead tight. That was evidence. That was his only weapon. "Grab that bag!" Head bodyguard shouted. Several people went up to pry Luke's fingers. "No! This is my sister's life! I won't give!" Luke roared, fingers cracked by force, but he just wouldn't let go. "Cripple him!" Bodyguard raised an iron rod, smashed down hard on Luke's arm. Crack. Sound of bone fracture. Luke screamed, fainted from pain. Plastic bag was snatched. Head bodyguard took out a lighter, in front of the unconscious Luke, set that bag of receipts on fire. Fire light reddened the night sky. My heart, completely cold. Evidence gone. Brother crippled. What do I have to turn the tables? Bodyguards got in cars and left. Leaving Luke alone lying in a pool of blood, dead or alive unknown.
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