The fourth day of National Day.
In a three-story duplex villa in a high-end residential area in Wanghai, Lin Xueyan, wearing a loose nightgown, was lying in front of the computer, staring intently at the information surging like a tide, her hand clicking the mouse non-stop.
She is in the third year of junior high school, about the same age as Shikui, but looks even younger than Shikui. Her chubby face is delicate and charming, and her nightgown hides a quite spectacular view. She wears it quite casually at home, with the zipper on the side of the robe not zipped up, and her legs swaying, looking especially white in the dim sunlight.
Although Lin Xueyan didn't have detective talent, nor was she a reborn being, and couldn't sort out the endlessly vast and trivial matters that happened between people, she was very clear about what students liked to watch and how to make an account active and big.
After all, she failed to recognize the lies spread by Chen Tinghan, and with a little embellishment of her own, she turned the "incident" that was originally a lie into a "story" and spread it out. Wanghai's circle was not large, and soon this ingenious advertisement became widely circulated.
The result is that lies bring attention, traffic and more lies.
The nature of the confession wall has changed, gradually transforming into a so-called "mutual aid station in the same city."
Although this was originally Chen Tinghan's purpose, the speed at which this account changed was still astonishingly fast.
There are more and more customers, and they are full of temptations, playful behaviors and obvious malice with different motives. The requests for help from those who really need help are mixed in and difficult to distinguish.
She can't handle these on her own.
Fortunately, Lin Xueyan also has an extremely reliable partner.
The other party handled various situations encountered by the account in an orderly manner, and thoughtfully compiled several "formulas" for her. She can apply these formulas when encountering any situation. If there is something sudden that cannot be solved, she can contact him again.
He told Lin Xueyan that they weren't police officers, weren't Batman, didn't own a Batcave, and that two high school students couldn't and shouldn't be held responsible for the bad things happening in Wanghai. If anything, he and she were just Taobao customer service representatives who occasionally worked in shifts. Their job was to say, "Hello, darling, do you need to post something? Okay, darling, I'll get it posted for you right away."
Lin Xueyan didn't like this statement. It was as if he was watching someone in need die without helping them.
There was silence on the other end for a long time, a real long time. The chat in the morning didn't get a reply until the afternoon.
Looking at the reply, Lin Xueyan also fell silent.
"You may not realize that ever since the "Wall Street" account went viral, your focus has become biased, clearly more focused on disappearances, violence, and sexual assault. You're looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to fish in troubled waters."
"Of course, I'm not blaming you. I'm just reminding you that it's better to focus your limited energy on doing what you really want to do."
Lin Xueyan let go of the mouse, holding the water cup with the puppy pattern in her hand, sipping the water. After a while, she muttered to herself, "What a stinker."
"Who is so arrogant that dares to make our Xiaoxue unhappy?" A man walked up the stairs and appeared in Lin Xueyan's sight.
It was Lin Xueyan's uncle. She called softly, "Brother Jing."
Zhu Wenjing rubbed his niece's head lovingly, glanced casually at the computer screen, and asked, "How's it going? Is that person reliable?"
"Well, it's okay." Lin Xueyan responded a little absent-mindedly.
Zhu Wenjing had come all the way to see her, and he knew her temperament well. Without saying too many pleasantries, he smiled and got straight to the point, "It's done. The police officer named Zhou Jinwei is willing to accept the family's thanks in person, but he won't accept any gifts, not even banners. He just wants to meet me and hear me say thank you."
Lin Xueyan closed her laptop, her eyes a little hazy. "Savior," that word always seemed too distant. Only after experiencing hardship could it feel real, and only then could it have any weight.
Until now, it remains a mystery why she was kidnapped by the man named Wu Wu and who killed Wu Wu. Every time she thinks of the despair when she was imprisoned and the final murder scene, she feels terrified.
After a while, she came back to her senses and suddenly asked, "Brother Jing, what do you think of him?"
Zhu Wenjing pondered for a moment and then said, "Serious, conscientious, and sharp as a person in that line of work, he does things decisively... But to be honest, I think his style of doing things has changed dramatically since that incident, when he became so popular.
A police officer who used to be a bit rigid and followed the rules, but recently he has become much more active. As long as he puts his hands to it, there is nothing he can't accomplish."
"I believe a person can suddenly become enlightened, but his style of doing things has completely changed and become inconsistent. I think either he was hiding his incompetence before, or someone was secretly helping him later."
Lin Xueyan's eyes lit up and she said, "I just want to find this person."
Zhu Wenjing rubbed her head again and said lovingly, "This is all my guess. It's not certain whether there really is such a person. If there is, then this person is extraordinary.
"To be smart, have access, be analytical, and possess such abilities and skills, yet remain hidden from the public eye, spending all day doing things that offer no real benefit, like being in a TV drama. It's completely unrealistic. If such a person really exists, there's no guarantee they have a kind heart or are full of evil intentions."
Lin Xueyan pursed her lips, leaving some words unsaid.
Although Zhu Wenjing was busy running around for her, she could see that the other party did not really approve of what she was doing. He just thought that the people of Wang Hailin's family could do whatever they wanted, and regarded it as pampering and care for the children, without any deep recognition.
This is indeed the case.
Zhu Wenjing doted on her and could see clearly that the girl had just experienced a great ordeal. Although she was lucky and had not suffered any substantial harm, she was still in shock. She needed an emotional support and a virtual object to make up for the trauma in her heart.
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