There was one thing Qi An never understood: why, every time something happened, the victims' faces in the videos were always in high definition and uncensored, while the perpetrators were always completely covered by mosaics?
What kind of thoughtful scumbag protection mechanism is this?
The teacher who ran over the child, the one who started it all, remained completely hidden in this incident; hardly anyone even noticed him.
Few people even mentioned the school's name; they were like mad dogs, only chasing after that mother and biting her.
Qi An even suspected that the school had taken action from the beginning, paying online trolls to cyberbully this mother.
This is a tactic to divert public attention and extricate the school and the teacher involved from the incident as much as possible, so they can continue to recruit students and make money in the future.
If that's the case, then clearly they succeeded.
Ata cursed, "These sons of bitches make this kind of dirty money, aren't they afraid of the retribution coming on to their own children?"
The website platform ignores those offensive comments because cyberbullying happens every now and then.
Anyway, after a few days, when something new and interesting happens, the trolls will shift their focus and the matter will be over. There's no need to waste manpower on reviewing and offend users.
They euphemistically call it "freedom of speech" on our platform.
There are always those who speak out against cyberbullying without any sense of empathy, making shameless pronouncements.
As for all that nonsense online, just ignore it and don't look at it. If all else fails, just unplug the internet cable and who can affect you?
Be thick-skinned and have a good attitude. Getting scolded a couple of times won't hurt you. Just ignore the trolls.
In Qi An's view, cyberbullying is similar to mental attacks in the world of cultivation—invisible and intangible, yet pervasive.
Those who are attacked and surrounded will gradually wither away in their spiritual world, eventually leading to the collapse of their world and their demise in despair.
A gentle and beautiful mother, after losing her only child, is subjected to continuous cyberbullying.
Under immense grief and pressure, he ended his young life in the most tragic way after Children's Day.
She said, "Child, Mommy is here to keep you company."
When news of the mother's suicide spread, some of those who had participated in the cyberbullying felt guilty and scared.
Some people hurriedly apologized, their words sincere, wishing they could swear to God that they would change their ways in the future.
Some people quickly deleted their offensive comments, and then seamlessly turned their guns on the cyberbullies to demonstrate their firm opposition to cyberbullying.
But there are also people—no, they can't be called people, they should be called beasts.
They felt no remorse for this, but instead turned their attention to another protagonist.
—The poor father who lost his child and wife in just a few days.
Some people say, "He's lost his wife and kids. Brothers, how about we bet on how long it will take him to marry someone else?"
At this point, the authorities finally stepped in, issuing a statement condemning the trolls and urging everyone to resolutely resist cyberbullying and protect the online environment, starting with themselves.
Screenshots of the cyberbullies' IDs were posted online, and people collectively went to the comments section to condemn their behavior and curse them to a terrible death.
But the people hiding behind the ID are unharmed; at worst, they can just give up the account and start over with a new one.
They killed people, but faced no punishment whatsoever, and nobody even knew they had committed the murders.
Condemnation is a never-ending process, and cyberbullying is happening all the time.
Therefore, Boss Qi chose to kill these people; fear is the best medicine for restraint.
Those hunting videos will remain online forever, and the high-definition, uncensored death scenes of those cyberbullies will teach them what it means to be haunted.
And those people walking on the street without hands, with words carved on their foreheads, are also a reminder to every potential keyboard warrior: those who kill will be killed by ghosts.
I believe they will control themselves.
Outside the school gate, a beautiful mother held the little boy's hand. His arm was bandaged, but he had clearly regained his strength.
A mother's gentle and comforting words are the best soothing balm for a child; with his mother by his side, he is not afraid of anything.
"Our little man is so brave. He didn't cry at all when I applied the medicine," his mother said gently.
The little boy skipped and hopped with his schoolbag on his back, grinning happily as he received the praise.
"But son, promise Mom that you will be careful no matter where you are, especially when there are cars around, okay?"
Recalling that terrifying scene, the little boy nodded with lingering fear: "I remember, Mom."
Suddenly, his big eyes lit up, and his little finger pointed to the candied hawthorn shop. He then shook his mother's arm and whine sweetly.
"Mom, would you like some candied hawthorns? I'll treat you to some with my allowance."
His mother gently tapped his forehead: "Little guy, you clearly wanted to eat it yourself."
The little boy chuckled and dragged his mother toward the shop entrance.
After receiving two from the shopkeeper, the mother was about to pay when the little boy suddenly spoke up: "Mom, let's buy one more."
Mom frowned: "We still need to eat when we get home. One is enough."
The little boy's eyes sparkled: "It's not just me who's eating it. The older sister who saved me also likes candied hawthorns, and I want to invite her to eat some too."
In the school clinic, she heard the child talk about the woman in the white dress who saved him; without her, her child would have died.
She really wanted to thank her benefactor, but she couldn't find her anywhere on campus. Nobody recognized her, and even the security footage didn't show her face clearly.
She seemed to appear out of thin air, just to save her child and her family.
No wonder the child, who never really liked candied hawthorns, suddenly wanted to eat them; the girl was holding a candied hawthorn when she saved him.
"Okay, one more."
I'll thank my benefactor properly when I find them later.
Holding two candied hawthorns, the little boy said happily, "Mom, let's look for that older sister around here again. I want to treat her to some other delicious treats."
Mom agreed; maybe that girl is shopping nearby.
The mother and son had only taken a few steps when something strange happened: one of the candied hawthorns in the little boy's hand disappeared into thin air.
That unseen hand even helped him straighten his crooked red scarf.
Behind them, a girl in a white dress suddenly had a bright red candied hawthorn in her hand.
Ata: "..."
Boss, this damn OCD!
Also, the eldest doesn't like candied hawthorns, so why didn't you give them to him?
Has your adorable little Tata fallen out of favor?
Watching his mother lead the lively little boy away into the distance, Qi An smiled and turned to leave.
These days have kept Boss Qi very busy. Ever since he came into this world, he has been causing trouble and hasn't had a chance to have any fun.
The city is famous for its food, so Qi An took the tens of thousands of yuan he withdrew from Zhao Yifan's card and indulged in all sorts of lavish meals, his mouth dripping with oil.
Li Siting quickly regained the weight she had lost.
The money Zhao Yifan painstakingly saved from Li Siting was ultimately spent on Li Siting.
That day, Qi An had just finished checking out a delicious restaurant when he received a call from Li Siting's parents.
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