episode 77
"It took my senior and me a month to go from receiving the anonymous tip to getting inside that entertainment company."
Yan Bitong recounted everything in an orderly manner, but her tense jaw and cheekbones still revealed the fact that she was currently indignant.
"The senior was very quick. In a short time, he filmed those bastards forcing a male trainee to take drugs and sexually assaulting him in the basement. The recording device on his body also recorded the whole process."
These few words made Mo Shilin's scalp tingle. He didn't even need to think about it; at this close range, he could only imagine how terrible it would be if He Xun were discovered.
Murder, drug use, arson.
What is it that those who are rich and powerful dare not do?
Based on his understanding of He Xun, it's quite possible that He Xun was hiding in that basement at the time, or even infiltrated it as a staff member.
Mo Shilin took a sip of water, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Then he was discovered."
“Yes.” Yan Bitong gave a sarcastic smile and asked him, “But do you know how he was discovered?”
Mo Shilin looked at her without saying a word.
Yan Bitong chuckled again and continued speaking to herself: "It was when he got the evidence and wanted to leave that he was identified on the spot by someone who was also a victim, but later turned against him because of money."
As expected, yet unexpected.
Mo Shilin sneered. Wasn't this just the ugliness of human nature? Yet he couldn't bear to mock him any longer. He only felt sorry for his He Xun: "Then... he must be very sad, right?"
"Hey, in those emergency situations, there's no time for sentimentality." Yan Bitong waved her hand. "Besides, my senior isn't as fragile as you think. After all these years in the entertainment industry, do you think he doesn't understand the principle that human nature is inherently evil? He's experienced far more of these kinds of things."
"That's true," Mo Shilin admitted calmly.
But he could never shake his subconscious worry about He Xun. If he could, he wouldn't have argued with He Xun like that that night.
Yan Bitong raised her hand and asked the waiter to bring a dessert before continuing, "Once exposed, there was no way to hide it anymore. In desperation, senior had no choice but to fight them to the death. Fortunately, those people were too arrogant. That night, when they went to the basement, they brought two or three bodyguards with them, and senior was able to get away quickly."
“But his face has been exposed.” At this point, Yan Bitong gripped her fork tightly, her voice becoming increasingly agitated. “His photos and information were quickly doxxed by those bastards, who then spread rumors within the industry that they would definitely kill him, and even offered a reward of ten million for his head.”
“Those people have a lot of influence. As soon as the senior’s videos and recordings are posted online, they are immediately deleted.”
"Although the senior was very vigilant, he was almost caught by those people several times. Helpless, he decided to go abroad to hide for a while."
"Fortunately, my identity had not been exposed at the time, so I asked my senior to hand over the USB drive containing the evidence to me. He thought about it and quickly agreed. I knew that he agreed so readily in order to ensure that the evidence would not fall into the hands of those beasts if he were really caught."
At this point, Yan Bitong's voice trembled slightly with tears: "Our plan was that as long as he handed over the USB drive to me, I would make a hundred copies and distribute them to investigative journalists across the country, so that this USB drive evidence would not be an isolated case."
"Mr. Mo, you work in the internet industry, so you should know that those people sent a lot of hackers to track your senior's online activities. Therefore, the evidence simply cannot be stored on electronic devices; it can only be stored on portable hard drives and USB flash drives."
"My senior and I arranged to meet at a certain place using a secret code, and he would personally hand me the USB drive then."
Yan Bitong's eyes were red, and she suddenly looked up at Mo Shilin: "But, but their power is too great! You can't even imagine how many people they sent to monitor your whereabouts, even your phone is being monitored! Do you think there's any justice in this world?!"
“On that very day, as soon as my senior showed up, he was hit by a speeding car…” Yan Bitong’s eyes suddenly welled up with salty tears. “I, who watched him stop breathing, was not spared either.”
Mo Shilin's arm veins bulged suddenly, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
Although he had already guessed how He Xun's fate would have been in his previous life when Yan Bitong uttered her first words, hearing the whole process with his own ears still almost made him lose his mind.
But what can he do?
What should I do for He Xun in my previous life?
As a computer science whiz who has loved computers since childhood, he even had an absurd thought that never happened before: Is such advanced technology really a good thing?
have no idea.
There is no solution.
He closed his eyes, and it took him a long time to regain his senses before handing Yan Bitong a tissue.
“…Thank you.” Yan Bitong took the tissue, blew her nose, and gave a forced smile. “You don’t know, senior is really a very good person.”
I know.
Mo Shilin thought to himself.
I know how good he is.
“Just two years after graduation, my senior won the George Polk Journalism Award, making him the youngest recipient in our time.” Yan Bitong’s eyes shone. “He went on to win the World Press Photo Award and the World Journalism Award. Keep in mind that he was not even thirty years old when he won these awards. He was born for journalism.”
"He even won these awards as an entertainment reporter, which is unprecedented and will never be repeated in the world!"
Yan Bitong held her head high, as if she herself had received these awards.
Mo Shilin also curled his lips, as if he could glimpse the shining He Xun that he had never seen before through his words.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know much about journalists,” he asked sincerely. “Why didn’t he become an investigative journalist but instead chose to be an entertainment reporter?”
“He was supposed to be an investigative journalist,” Yan Bitong said slowly. “But on the eve of graduation, he overheard someone at a dinner table saying that the entertainment industry is also very dark, and no one speaks up for the people at the bottom who are being hurt and oppressed. The media is just a convenient tool for capitalists in the entertainment industry. Those media outlets have no professional ethics and will only distort the truth for money. So, after a few seconds of silence, the senior said, ‘In that case, the entertainment industry should also have a journalist who puts the truth first. If no one does it, then I’ll do it.’”
"His grades were excellent. He received scholarships for several years during his university years. So when his classmates and younger students heard that he had become an entertainment reporter, they were all incredulous. Because in our major, the top students either went to work at TV stations or became glamorous hosts. Only he chose to become a lowly entertainment reporter. They all laughed at him for being foolish, called him Don Quixote, and mocked him for trying to move a tree like an ant, moving a mountain like the Foolish Old Man, or filling the sea like Jingwei."
Yan Bitong's eyes flickered, and she was lost in a distant memory. "But he smiled and said that there always has to be a first person to step forward."
"He said he was willing to be the first one, to be the fool."
"My God, how can there be such a person in the world?"
Yan Bitong sighed and smiled, her eyes revealing an appreciation that even the dazzling lights couldn't conceal. "He's terrifyingly persistent, but he knows what he's doing. We need people like that."
"Justice, fairness, and conscience are what he fought for throughout his life."
“A month before he died, we were drinking and chatting, and he said with great anticipation that he would die happy if he could win a Pulitzer Prize in his life.”
But his wish was not fulfilled.
"He shouldn't have died so tragically."
*
When Mo Shilin walked out of the coffee shop, it was already dark, and the surroundings were brightly lit.
He got into his car, left a message for his assistant to look up information about Yan Bitong, and then drove home.
His expression remained relatively calm, but the car sped up more and more. Upon arriving home, he drove straight into the villa's yard without even entering the garage. The snow on the ground shattered and scattered everywhere, leaving Aunt Mu, who was directing the servants to shovel snow in the yard, completely bewildered.
He carried the dessert bag, strode towards He Xun's room, closed the door, and locked it in one smooth motion.
He Xun was writing a manuscript on his computer, still wearing his uniform as a male servant, clearly having just finished his work and returned to his room. Hearing the noise, He Xun turned around and teased, "So it's you, the spendthrift number one on the list—"
Before she could finish speaking, the man kissed her down on the bed without saying a word.
He didn't know what had provoked Mo Shilin outside, that made him act so fiercely this time, and he couldn't utter a single word.
......
After what seemed like an eternity, the creaking of the little bed finally came to a stop.
He Xun, panting, pushed the man away. His fair face was flushed, and he didn't even have time to straighten his disheveled clothes. He weakly raised his hand and slapped Mo Shilin, saying speechlessly, "What... what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Although it was called a slap, when that slap landed on the man's face, it felt like a feather, making him feel an unbearable tingling sensation.
Mo Shilin took his hand in one swift motion, his eyes burning with passion.
From the moment he heard about He Xun's deeds in the coffee shop, his heart had been pounding with excitement.
Yes, he, a realist, did not understand He Xun's spirit of sacrifice.
But at this moment, and for all eternity, he is willing to fight alongside He Xun.
Idealists need a realist to support them, right?
He took a deep breath, his tone as devout as if he were making a vow in a church, "He Xun, you've really done a great job. It's an honor to be with you."
His hair was disheveled, his upper body was bare with clearly defined abs, and he was supporting himself with one hand on He Xun's side. Sweat was still dripping from his forehead and chin from the intense exercise he had just done.
He hadn't even come out of He Xun's body yet.
Such a sexy and alluring scene, followed by such a serious statement, left He Xun momentarily speechless.
It took a long time for my mind to start working again.
Reflecting on those words that sounded like wedding vows, He Xun felt both touched and amused.
He reached out and wiped the sweat from Mo Shilin's face, chuckling softly, "You're crazy."
After saying that, he put his arm around the man's shoulder and said with a smile, "Yes, you are very good too. I am honored to be with you."
Mo Shilin's breath hitched. He gripped He Xun's wrist and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Baby, let's live together. You can move into my room."
"......"
He Xun glanced at him sideways: "Do you think that's possible?"
The entire villa was packed with people!!
I'm still officially your male servant, you understand?!
"...Tsk."
Mo Shilin tilted his head back unhappily.
Seeing that the other party was about to bring up some new trouble, He Xun quickly changed the subject: "Did you run into someone today?"
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