Chapter 7

Tech geek Luo Xiaohei used AI to make a colorful and illustrated PPT, with an AI female voice automatically explaining the whole process, creating a very cyber-hellish atmosphere.

This underworld-style PPT material is very solid, covering the messages between Liu Yaoyao and all her contacts during her lifetime, her speeches and comments on various social media platforms, and news about her on the Internet.

In the school forum, Liu Yaoyao was "unboxed" by an anonymous user, and the post was titled "【Unboxing】Your goddess Liu Yaoyao".

The poster seemed to have looked through all the information of Liu Yaoyao's ancestors, and even posted photos of her in elementary and junior high school, as well as photos of her family's shantytown-like residence in the urban village and her grandparents. His purpose was to show a capital "poor", which made the police officers who prided themselves on being good at checking household registration feel heartbroken.

What's even more outrageous is that Luo Xiaohei restored several deleted photos at the bottom of the post - those were nude photos of the deceased in a coma, and the injuries on his body seemed to be new.

"What does it mean to open the box?" Ma Qiang, with his bird's nest hair, asked this question, which puzzled a group of "old people" including Lu Zhituan.

Luo Xiaohei explained: "It's about obtaining the victim's information through illegal means and then publishing it online. It's a bit like a human flesh search."

Lu Chengtian's eyes darkened as he thought of his middle school days.

His mother, who was selling her drugs, somehow became involved with a classmate's father, and the news quickly spread throughout the school. From then on, he couldn't even hold his head up while walking through school, and was often beaten and kicked by thugs in the alley after school. Someone even wrote his mother's phone number on the bathroom wall, along with obscene words like "prostitution."

He was unable to tell his mother, who was living in hallucinations and like a walking corpse, about his experience, and could only endure it all in silence.

Before that, he was a role model for all the boys in the school and the object of admiration for the girls. Everyone wanted to be friends with him and ask him questions on all kinds of subjects.

There is no room for God in the hearts of people. Rather than worshipping Him, they would rather see Him fall from a height and be shattered to pieces, so that everyone can step on Him to prove their own superiority.

If he had not met Lin Xian, perhaps he would have lived his whole life with his head down, living in the gutter in a humble and cautious manner.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the ebony amulet hidden under his collar. Between the uneven textures, he thought of the fresh sandalwood scent on Lin Xian's body and the ambiguous smile at the corner of his lips.

The PPT broadcast by AI cut off his memories.

In a circle of "toilet girls" on Weibo, some anonymous users publicly insulted Liu Yaoyao with extremely obscene words, and some even claimed that they would "find someone to mess with her."

"What is a toilet girl?" Ma Qiang asked again.

Luo Xiaoheizhi had no choice but to patiently explain: "It's a subculture term. It's about a group of rebellious girls who anonymously complain in a small corner of the internet using jargon. Because the content is mostly dark, they call that community 'the toilet,' kind of like sticking together for warmth."

Seeing that everyone had no more questions, Luo Xiaohei continued to let the AI ​​broadcast automatically.

Liu Yaoyao herself is one of these "toilet girls." She frequently posts in another online forum dominated by ACG users, most of which mock her own lack of support for her life, complaining that her parents shouldn't have given her life. She also mentions things like, "Why don't these disgusting middle-aged men just die?" and "If it weren't for Galanxiang, I don't know what the point of living is."

"Wait," Lu Chengtian signaled Luo Xiaohei to pause the presentation. "Could the 'Jialanxiang' here refer to the new drug we found on the rooftop of Jinyuan Building?"

"I know this question!" Ma Qiang, with his ramen-like hair so messy it could be used to build a sparrow's nest, put on an enigmatic expression and said with his hands clasped together, "Galan is a Buddhist term, meaning 'a place for monks to practice,' or simply a temple. This new drug is very similar to the incense used for worshiping Buddha, so the name is very appropriate."

"Is the term 'disgusting middle-aged man' a general term, or does it refer to someone specific?" Chen Yi suddenly asked, "Could she be referring to someone who had harmed her in the past?"

Luo Xiaohei tapped his nails on the smooth tabletop: "Sister Yi's question is crucial."

Forty minutes before Liu Yaoyao fell from the building, she had a WeChat voice call with a person named "Qi Huan." From their previous chat records, it can be seen that this person named "Qi Huan" was very fond of Liu Yaoyao and even waited for her at her doorstep late at night.

"Compared to this young man named Qi Huan, another person is more suspicious." Luo Xiaohei interrupted.

A person whose nickname was a bunch of meaningless letters and numbers also made a voice call to Liu Yaoyao before she fell from the building, but Liu Yaoyao did not answer.

The person who called her had just added her as a friend the day before she fell. The entire chat interface only had one sentence: "Yaoyao, God will save us."

Like the voice call, this message received no response from Liu Yaoyao. The WeChat account with a blank avatar was also blank, from Moments to Video Account.

"This is obviously the secondary account of an acquaintance. Have you checked his mobile phone number?" Ma Qiang asked anxiously.

"Need I tell you?" Luo Xiaohei glared at him, and the PPT abruptly stopped. "This account must have been purchased through illegal channels, and the owner can't be traced."

Lu Chengtian has already sorted out the general outline of the case in his notes.

"I'll tell Director Guo later to contact the people from the North City Branch to assist in investigating the violent attacks suffered by the deceased. No one who participated in the bullying will be able to escape. Ma Qiang, please contact the family of the deceased as soon as possible to take their statements." Lu Chengtian, who was always calm, was a little angry and his eyes turned cold.

Ma Qiang also wanted to catch the murderer immediately, shine a headlight on them for three days and three nights, and not give them food or water, so that they could experience what it means to live a life worse than death. "Don't worry, Captain Lu, the parents of the deceased received a notice last night and are on their way."

Lu Chengtian's slender knuckles were white from the strain. He circled the words "Galanxiang" in his notes, his eyes sharp. "The Criminal Investigation Team, please fully cooperate with the Narcotics Control Team. Follow the clues left by the deceased and investigate the source and market distribution of Galanxiang. If necessary, investigate the case jointly with Lan Yan."

With the order from Team Lu, Zhao Yiqing felt more confident in getting people to work. "Then I'll leave it to the brothers from the Criminal Investigation Detachment. I'll treat everyone to hot pot, baths, and KTV."

Before anyone could cheer, the young detective, who was browsing his phone, whispered, "Captain Lu... that... the falling case has topped the trending search list."

Thinking of Chen Fei who stayed in the bureau until midnight yesterday and recorded who knows how many GB of audio with the recorder, Lu Chengtian held his forehead with a headache.

The young detective looked at his expression and lowered his voice: "Captain Lu, you..."

Before he could finish, Guo Jing'an pushed the door open, threw his phone on Lu Chengtian's desk, and said in full force, "Good for you, Lu Chengtian! A high school student falling from a building that you happened upon while having dinner has become the number one trending search. That's fine, but you've even made it to number two. Look!"

Lu Chengtian suddenly felt something was wrong. He feigned composure as he took Guo Jingan's foldable phone. The large font, designed for the elderly, caught his eye.

No. 1: The campus beauty of Shenzhen-Hong Kong No. 15 Middle School jumped off a building after being suspected of long-term bullying

Second on the list: Lu Chengtian from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Public Security Bureau, 10,000 people signed a blood petition begging for his debut!

The onlookers lying on the conference table watching the trending search were so excited that they burst into tears: "It takes a thousand years to wait for the iron tree to bloom! The traffic that the leaders have been thinking about is finally here!"

Guo Jing'an patted Lu Chengtian on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little Lu, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but if you had appeared in media interviews earlier, even if it was just a spotlight on our city bureau's own integrated media coverage, the Shenzhen-Hong Kong Public Security Bureau would have already exceeded its publicity targets. There would be no chance of the Lotus Public Security Bureau next door!"

Director Guo raised his Yang Finger and clicked on the trending headline: "Look at this, how great is this! Sacrificing rest time to work hard on the case, and becoming famous with his looks!"

"Director Guo..." Looking at Zhao Yiqing laughing so hard that his body was shaking, Lu Chengtian's face turned as black as a coffin board after being begged to debut.

Director Guo, who was grinning from ear to ear, suddenly said seriously, "But don't get carried away and really make your debut. The entertainment industry, that messy place, isn't for you. You'd better work hard at the Municipal Bureau. Even if the salary is a little less, being a people's policeman is the most glorious thing."

"Lin Xian, you're finished..." Lu Chengtian thought with gritted teeth.

Editor-in-Chief Lin, who was sitting at his desk, puffing away cigarettes and chatting with a young reporter while making someone a hot topic, now sat at his desk, looking at the photo of Lu Chengtian he had taken with his mobile phone, and sneezed for no reason.

In the first trending search for "Mirror View," Lu Chengtian crouched beside a pool of blood, looking up at the top of a skyscraper that blended into the skyline. His features were as sharp as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, and his dark eyes were deep and unfathomable. The camera was so clear that even the protruding Adam's apple on his slender neck was clearly captured.

"This little brother is so handsome! Is this kind of appearance real?" "Even the male protagonist in novels wouldn't dare to be this tall!" "Oh my god, he's a god..." "Oh my god, these eyes are so charming!" "The moment he looked up, the whole world lit up"...

"Little bastard, can't I cure you?" Looking at the comments that were refreshing frantically under the hot search, Lin Xian put out the cigarette and felt a rare improvement in his mood.