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The Red Envelope Curse: The Truth Behind the Serial Deaths
墨書 Inktalez
That night was the 26th of Lunar December.
I was lying on the sofa, watching TV and munching on sunflower seeds.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated.
I picked it up to see that it was a Red Envelope from the Owner Group "Fate Comes From You"!
I quickly tapped to grab it.
Wow! Two hundred bucks, just enough for tomorrow's breakfast.
To my surprise, "Fate Comes From You" sent out several more Red Envelopes of two hundred each.
Unfortunately, I only managed to grab two.
The other owners in the group erupted in frustration:
"What Red Envelope? I opened it and saw it was gone!"
"She sent so many, and I only got fifty cents! This is infuriating!"
"Hey, show me your face!"
"Everyone, stop arguing! The Red Envelope rain is about to start."
I happily sent a few "Thank you, boss" emojis.
Everyone urged "Fate Comes From You" to send out more.
She didn’t disappoint and sent another Red Envelope.
This time, I grabbed 168 bucks.
Who has ever seen someone like this?
Grabbing Red Envelopes felt just like picking up money!
I was overjoyed and sent a lively dancing emoji.
Perhaps inspired by my excitement, everyone in the group started sending Red Envelope messages again.
This Red Envelope rain continued intermittently for about twenty-six seconds.
The total amount reached ten thousand yuan!
Everyone was thrilled, and the atmosphere in the group was lively.
However, what surprised everyone was that just when we were hoping for “Fate Comes From You” to continue sending Red Envelope messages, she suddenly vanished from the group as if she had evaporated.
By the time I finished my shower and came out, the Owner Group had already reached 99+ messages.
I had been sleeping poorly lately, waking up every night from nightmares.
So I kept my phone on silent before bed.
During my shower, I even left my phone on the sofa in the living room to avoid being disturbed by calls or messages.
Therefore, I had no idea what “Fate Comes From You” had said while I was showering.
Curious, I opened my phone.
The first message that caught my eye left me utterly shocked.
“The Red Envelope just now was sent by my mom; please return it!”
The message was from someone named “Liu Nian.”
My phone slipped from my hand as I snapped back to reality; police cars and ambulances had already arrived.
The scene of the incident on the first floor was cordoned off.
I wrapped myself in a coat and followed my neighbor downstairs.
From a distance, I could only see the body being lifted into a vehicle.
Beneath the white cloth, the deceased had curly hair of a burnt yellow hue.
As the wind blew, those singed locks seemed to come alive.
They danced in the air, like spirits beckoning for a soul.
The police began their investigation, asking about the victim's basic information.
However, most neighbors claimed they didn't know her well.
Only a few elderly residents said they recognized her; the deceased was named Chen Jingyu and had moved in not long ago.
No one else mentioned anything about the Red Envelope incident.
An uneasy feeling settled in my heart as I quietly slipped away from the crowd.
Xiao Ma walked with me.
On the way, I asked her, "Is it true that Chen Jingyu's suicide was related to the Red Envelope incident?"
She paused for a moment, then replied, "This has nothing to do with you. You also grabbed a Red Envelope, didn’t you?"
I awkwardly fell silent.
Once home, I searched for Liunian's WeChat in the group chat, hoping to return the money I had taken from the Red Envelope.
But Liunian had yet to accept my friend request.
At around three in the morning, a message appeared in the group chat.
The police found no one else at Chen Jingyu's home and no signs of a struggle.
Based on the traces on the balcony, it was determined that she likely committed suicide.
Her phone was left on the balcony.
The group chat erupted with activity.
"I knew she was a fraud!"
"Yeah, who gives away money during the New Year?"
"Exactly, when has our community ever had such a generous event?"
"She gave away so much money and then committed suicide."
"Could it be that she suffered from depression?"
"Who knows?"
Just then, Chen Ranran, who had been silent until now, suddenly typed:
"But who sent the last message after Chen Jingyu died?"
Everyone fell silent.
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