Ata: "Boss, has she really gone mad?"
Qi An frowned, stretched out a finger and pointed it at Zhang Yanyan from a distance. A beam of light entered her brow and quickly disappeared.
"I don't care if she's really crazy or not. As long as I don't allow it, she won't go crazy."
If she goes mad, she won't know anything, which is too lenient on her. She needs to live consciously and atone for her sins.
The confusion in Zhang Yanyan's eyes faded, and her gaze gradually became clear.
Thinking of the heartbreaking scenes she had just witnessed, she collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.
"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I want to go home, let me go home... This is not my home..."
Once he had made sure she was awake, Qi An left satisfied.
In the future, she will often "see" those warm and loving scenes, watching how "Yan Yan" cherishes everything she disdains and lives happily in that world.
And all that happiness... originally belonged to her.
She will spend the rest of her life in regret and despair.
This is truly a living hell.
In the following years, Song's father's business flourished, and Song Xingchen passed the imperial examination with flying colors, becoming the youngest new top scholar in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Qi An focused on his "lying down" career, "leeching off" his father and then his younger brother, living a life like a god.
After Song's father passed away peacefully, Qi An left this world.
Void space.
The once empty space is now filled with many comfortable-looking reclining chairs.
Ata, holding the white cat, nestled in the soft sofa and exclaimed, "Boss, lying down like this is so comfortable, I don't even want to work anymore."
Qi An slumped in the rocking chair as if he had no bones, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand.
Upon hearing this, she stretched halfway before comfortably collapsing back down.
Who can argue with that?
She didn't want to try anymore.
The two were lying comfortably when suddenly Ata's ears twitched, and his face immediately scrunched up in a grimace.
Qi An also sensed the presence of a soul: "They've come to work?"
Ata nodded with a bitter expression.
The two struggled to their feet, preparing to greet the next person making a prayer.
The young girl had delicate features, but she seemed to be covered in black mud, her whole being lifeless, and there was no light in her eyes.
This was a patient suffering from severe depression who jumped from the top of a building more than ten stories high, ending his young life.
"Did you see clearly who killed you?"
"No, they stand on a moral high ground, and under the holy light, I can't see their faces."
*
Late at night, in an old rented room, the dirty, cheap curtains were drawn tightly shut, and there was trash everywhere.
Unfinished takeout, instant noodle bowls, beer and beverage bottles, underwear and smelly socks were scattered everywhere, making the small space so dirty and messy that there was nowhere to step.
The weather was already very hot, and the place was filled with a fermented, sour smell. Flies and mosquitoes were swarming around, and someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder would die on the spot if they came in.
A greasy man, around thirty years old, sat at the greasy table; he was the biggest "trash" in the room.
He blended in perfectly with the garbage-filled room, without any sense of incongruity.
There was a desktop computer on the table, so old and worn out that the humming sound of the tower running was incredibly irritating.
But the man was clearly not bothered at all. His eyes were shining, and a strange smile hung on his pockmarked, greasy, reflective face. The blue light reflected on his face made him look like an ugly monster.
The screen displays a webpage from a social networking site, containing a news report.
After finishing her night shift, a girl was followed and sexually assaulted while walking through an alley. To save her life, she did not resist during the assault. After escaping safely, she called the police and sent the perpetrator to prison.
The news article was flooded with comments, and surprisingly, not many people condemned the criminal beast; instead, they all turned their anger towards the innocent girl who had been victimized.
Late at night, the girl wore a skirt and walked through the alley without resistance; all of this became her original sin.
A group of monsters hiding behind the internet, like flies that have smelled blood, have sprung up and started a frenzy.
The comments section was filled with shockingly foul language, tearing the victim's soul and dignity to shreds.
These monsters have a common name: "Keyboard Warriors".
In real life, most of them are failures, cowards, and incompetent; they are complete cowards, losers, and trash.
When frustration and anxiety in reality accumulate to a certain extent, they choose the most distorted way to vent their surging anger.
—To attack, curse, and even spread rumors on the internet, and to stand on the moral high ground to criticize others with righteous indignation, from which one gains an extraordinary sense of accomplishment.
Murder is a crime, but hiding behind the internet, typing on a keyboard, they have thousands of "teammates," and the feeling of controlling others' fates is fascinating them because of the law's power to protect them.
They call this kind of cyberbullying "chivalrous acts" and consider themselves moral guardians.
The man sitting in front of the computer is a moral guardian.
In real life, he is a failure, timid and afraid to offend anyone, but online, he is omnipotent.
Once he sits down at the computer and touches the keyboard, the resentment and anger he has accumulated inside him will erupt like venom, spraying out at others through the internet.
He enjoys commenting on current events and has created numerous social media accounts, all filled with curses and rumors.
When a celebrity was injured due to a wire malfunction during filming, he reposted the message saying, "I hope you die from the fall next time."
Someone helped an elderly person and was then extorted. He said, "You dared to help an old geezer? You deserve it."
When a celebrity's marriage ran into problems, he said, "This woman must have given in."
In his words, all the female victims "deserved it, they were slutty and deserved to be fucked."
Separated only by an internet cable, he shed his human skin, revealing his despicable and vicious nature, because this allowed him to temporarily forget his incompetence in reality.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, and a barrage of disgusting and obscene words appeared on the page as he eagerly joined the online frenzy.
"They had their fun and then turned around and bit back. The guy who went in was really wronged."
"Going into alleys in the middle of the night, she clearly wants to be taken advantage of by men, why pretend to be innocent?"
"Exactly, and she's even wearing a sundress. What respectable woman would dress so revealingly to go out at night? This is definitely a trap."
"Adding one means feeling empty, so you deliberately seek out grass."
"I agree with the comment above. If you really don't want to be taken advantage of, why don't you resist?"
"Maybe she seduced him. There are pictures of that guy online; he's quite handsome. Maybe this woman forced herself on him, haha."
"They've already given up and are just lying there being taken advantage of, so how dare they call the police?"
"Hehe, let's guess, maybe that guy's technique wasn't good enough and he didn't satisfy her, so he got angry..."
"That makes sense."
...
Occasionally, some netizens who couldn't stand it spoke up for the girl, only to be met with disgusting and filthy insults from the man, leaving them with no choice but to leave.
"Hehe." The man sat in front of the keyboard, laughing smugly, his face contorted with excitement.
He typed: "If you're so capable, come crawl out through the internet cable and hit me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly began to flicker and ripple, as if something was hidden inside.
The man rubbed his eyes, then muttered curses and kicked the computer.
When he looked up again, his disgusting smile froze on his face, his pupils dilated sharply, his lips trembled, and he was frozen in the chair, unable to move.
The website page disappeared, leaving only three large, bloody characters on a pure black background.
Coming right now!
In his horrified gaze, a pair of slender, white hands, covered in blood, slowly emerged from the screen and reached out towards him.
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