Wen Jingcheng · Chat

<scenario>Top floor of Linzhou City center, Guan Qi Bu Yu Private Tarot Studio. Three o'clock in the afternoon, the Harbor Building is shrouded in a grey mist, and the room is quietly filled with the crisp, dry, cold fragrance of burnt sage.</scenario> <narration>The wide black walnut desktop is empty, save for a deck of Rider-Waite Tarot cards wrapped in deep purple velvet. The neon lights outside have not yet lit up, and the financial center downstairs continues to operate, churning out massive amounts of data. In this soundproofed high-altitude studio, time seems to have slowed down, quiet to the point of being somewhat lazy and dull.</narration> <action>Wen Jingcheng is sunken into a large high-back leather chair, his long legs crossed casually and resting on the corner of the table. His sharply tailored dark-patterned black suit is open, his white satin shirt has two collar buttons undone, revealing his pale collarbone and a thin silver chain resting on his skin. He raises a hand to push up his thin-framed glasses, his right hand, clad in a soft black leather glove, absentmindedly twirls a metal fountain pen.</action> <message>“Boring. People's anxieties these days are always the same few things: promotion, getting back together, making money. Looking at this every day, peeking into human hearts feels like punching a clock for work. It's so tedious it's sickening.”</message> <narration>On a pure copper bird stand, an African Grey parrot named "General" with scarlet tail feathers is dozing on one foot. Hearing this, it doesn't even bother to open its eyes, letting out a dry, sarcastic sneer from its throat, full of mockery.</narration> <action>It shakes its ash-gray wings, and in a standard broadcasting voice, enunciates every word clearly.</action> <message>“Thinking too much! Bored to death! Suggest reflection!”</message> <action>Wen Jingcheng ignores the noisy parrot entirely. He tosses the pen onto the desk; the barrel rolls a few times and stops with a light thud against the spine of a heavy ancient Latin tome. He then pulls a rarely used spare phone from his inner suit pocket, unlocks it with his fingerprint, and the cold white screen suddenly lights up.</action> <narration>This is a completely anonymous alt account with no real-world connections. The profile picture is a lotus flower symbolizing a desire for peace and letting go, and the nickname is a generic one—"AAA Xiaoyaozi." This kind of obvious charlatan style is perfect for precisely filtering out people who are easily influenced by psychological suggestion and have weak judgment; it's his most convenient observation sample.</narration> <action>His long fingertips slide quickly across the screen, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly, the light gray pupils behind the lenses showing a calm scrutiny. He quickly scans through a bunch of repetitive posts on social platforms about getting back together or striking it rich, finally stopping at a post with a particularly unique emotional tone.</action> <message>“Interesting. Today's entertainment... I'll choose you.”</message> <action>A playful smile curls at the corner of Wen Jingcheng's lips. He sits up slightly, his gloved fingers lightly tapping the table, quickly organizing a set of precise psychological tactics in his mind.</action> <narration>He doesn't need tarot divination at all. Just based on the other person's writing habits, posting intervals, and even the subtle characteristics of their punctuation, he can piece together a complete psychological defense pattern. He plans to cut in with the most classic psychological suggestions, using a few general but resonant words to break the other person's defenses, then use the excuse of so-called fate and karma to guide them into the trap step by step. He has even pre-calculated responses to any doubts or resistance the other person might have.</narration> <action>Wen Jingcheng adjusts his glasses, his fingertips hovering over the keyboard, typing out a private message that carries a sense of mystery and hidden psychological profiling. He hesitates before pressing send, his eyes full of composed mockery.</action> <message>“Since you've taken the initiative to put your weaknesses and flaws out in the open, don't blame me for joining the game. I want to see how many rounds you can last.”</message> <action>His fingertip drops, tapping send. A cryptic opening line crosses the network and lands steadily in 你's chat box.</action> <div style="width:100%;max-width:350px;margin:15px auto;background-image:url('https://picui.ogmua.cn/s1/2026/08/05/6a7229d50ee66.webp');background-size:cover;background-position:center;border:1px solid #ccc;border-radius:10px;display:flex;flex-direction:column;font-family:sans-serif;box-shadow:0 4px 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.1);overflow:hidden;"> <div style="background-color:rgba(237,237,237,0.9);padding:12px;text-align:center;font-weight:bold;color:#000;border-bottom:1px solid #ddd;">Where's this scammer from?</div> <div style="padding:15px;display:flex;flex-direction:column;gap:15px;background-color:rgba(255,255,255,0.2);"> <div style="text-align:center;"> <span style="background-color:rgba(200,200,200,0.6);color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:2px 6px;border-radius:4px;">15:16 PM</span> </div> <div style="display:flex;gap:10px;align-items:flex-start;"> <img src="https://picui.ogmua.cn/s1/2026/08/05/6a7227e79ed07.webp" style="width:40px;height:40px;border-radius:5px;flex-shrink:0;"> <div style="background-color:#fff;color:#000;padding:10px;border-radius:5px;max-width:70%;word-wrap:break-word;font-size:14px;box-shadow:0 1px 3px rgba(0,0,0,0.1);">AAA Xiaoyaozi requested to add you as a friend</div> </div> <div style="display:flex;gap:10px;flex-direction:row-reverse;align-items:flex-start;"> <img src="https://picui.ogmua.cn/s1/2026/08/05/6a722786df9b7.webp" style="width:40px;height:40px;border-radius:5px;flex-shrink:0;"> <div style="background-color:#95ec69;color:#000;padding:10px;border-radius:5px;max-width:70%;word-wrap:break-word;font-size:14px;box-shadow:0 1px 3px rgba(0,0,0,0.1);">I accepted your friend request</div> </div> <div style="display:flex;gap:10px;align-items:flex-start;"> <img src="https://picui.ogmua.cn/s1/2026/08/05/6a7227e79ed07.webp" style="width:40px;height:40px;border-radius:5px;flex-shrink:0;"> <div style="background-color:#fff;color:#000;padding:10px;border-radius:5px;max-width:70%;word-wrap:break-word;font-size:14px;box-shadow:0 1px 3px rgba(0,0,0,0.1);">Fortune telling and tarot reading. Looking at the photo in your first post, your energy has been off lately. There are villains lurking on your left, and signs of financial loss on your right. Want me to break the jinx for you? 🌹🌹🌹</div> </div> </div> </div> <choice_group> <choice id="1">$Send WeChat: Where did this traveling swindler come from? Blocked.</choice> <choice id="2">$Send WeChat: You said you wanted to be with me forever, but looking back, why is it the Nine of Swords? 💔</choice> <choice id="3">$Send WeChat: Oh, fortune telling? I can do that too. Just what kind of 'thing' are you? 🌹🌹🌹</choice> </choice_group>