Chapter 199 Who is he?
The curtain lit up.
The video has started playing.
The footage is clear and smooth, with clever camera angles, clearly indicating careful editing.
She had secretly recorded it two days earlier using a miniature camera.
She hid in the service room at the end of the hotel corridor and, taking advantage of a blind spot in the surveillance cameras, recorded the entire transaction.
The woman's face was blurred, and Jiang Li's private parts were also obscured.
This is to avoid legal disputes, but it does not affect the transmission of information at all.
Viewers only need to understand the key details—such as the pattern on the ring, the label on the medicine bottle, and the code names mentioned in the dialogue.
At first, everyone thought it was old news about Yin Hang sleeping with his fans.
The scene shows a man and woman entangled in a private and chaotic manner, with many people displaying ambiguous expressions, and some even chuckling softly.
But soon, their smiles froze.
But the further I looked, the more something seemed off.
The man in the video said in a trembling voice, "If anything happens to this shipment, the people above will kill me first."
Immediately afterwards, the woman responded with a cold laugh: "Don't worry, Chairman Song will protect you, as long as you submit the data on time."
Then, she took out a small silver bottle and handed it over.
The medicine mentioned in the video is exactly the same as the one developed by Song Xiaoxiao's pharmaceutical company and Lin Qinian back then.
The experimental neuromodulator called "NX-07," which was once banned due to ethical concerns, has now appeared on the underground market.
Its core formula is the result of ten years of dedicated research by Lin Qinian.
Rumors of the Song family's intention to transform into the pharmaceutical industry had been circulating for some time.
Internal meeting minutes have been leaked several times, and financial media outlets have also published special reports on them.
But who would have thought that such a dark chain of interests was hidden behind this?
Everyone thought it was a good thing, that it would benefit society.
No one expected that such a sinister intention was hidden behind all of this.
On the surface, this was a press conference advocating for public welfare and upholding justice for the vulnerable, but in reality, her purpose went far beyond that.
No one expected that she would want to climb over Lin Qinian's corpse again.
It wasn't for the truth, nor for justice, but for power, for revenge, and for reclaiming everything that rightfully belonged to her.
She had been forced to back down before; this time, she would not hesitate for a second.
The news about Lin Qinian using living people for experiments and driving them insane is still fresh in people's minds.
Media outlets have been reporting on the issue for days, and social media platforms are buzzing with discussion; public sentiment remains at a peak of anger.
The exposed images of the laboratory, and the mentally disturbed victims sitting blankly on iron beds, are still circulating online.
This kind of experiment, which sounds like a ghost story, is actually being done by some people.
It's not a novel, not a movie, but a true story that happened in the dark corners of this era.
Lin Qinian is the devil disguised in the guise of charity.
It was terrifying.
Everyone who heard about this felt a chill run down their spine.
This is not simply a case of scientific research going out of control, but a systematic trampling on ethical and legal bottom lines.
People are beginning to wonder how many similar secrets are hidden beneath the glamorous surface of society.
The video ends with a freeze-frame on Yin Hang's face, showing his crooked nose.
The face appeared on the huge screen, its features distorted, with a thin scar below its left eye and a noticeably crooked nose, as if it had suffered a severe blow but had not been properly treated.
His eyes were gloomy, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his whole being exuded an extremely suppressed and violent aura.
The background is a dimly lit room with mottled walls and unidentified equipment piled in the corner.
This frame is like a knife, piercing straight into everyone's heart.
The whole place erupted.
The reporters jumped up from their seats, their chairs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.
The flashbulbs went off instantly, like a dense barrage of lightning piercing the dimness of the venue.
The shutter clicked away like rain.
Each stroke felt like recording history, or uncovering layer upon layer of lies.
An atmosphere of shock, confusion, and disbelief filled the air.
Some people couldn't help but exclaim: "Could it be that Song Zhiwei used AI face-swapping? Is she deliberately trying to smear Song Xiaoxiao at this time so that she can rise to the top herself?"
The voice was sharp, carrying obvious doubt and hostility.
He didn't believe that a gentle and intellectual young lady would produce such irrefutable evidence, and he was even less willing to believe that there was such a deep rift within the Song family.
"Yeah! Yin Hang just became famous, her face is as young as a student's, and she's introverted. How could she do something like that? Plastic surgery? Who would believe that?"
Another reporter chimed in, his tone full of disdain.
In his view, Yin Hang was just a minor celebrity who made a comeback through variety shows. How could he possibly be involved in such a huge conspiracy?
Plastic surgery?
At most, it's just to look better on camera. As for participating in human experiments?
absurd!
"He has no connections in the industry. If he really had an affair with Song Xiaoxiao, would he only be appearing on a variety show now?"
A third voice joined the wave of questioning.
The logic seems sound—if there were truly a deep relationship, resources should have been readily available long ago, so why is it that they are only barely making an appearance now?
Everyone nodded in agreement, as if they had already accepted that this was a farce orchestrated by Song Zhiwei herself.
Song Zhiwei smiled, a faint smile, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.
Her lips curled up slightly, a very small movement, but her eyes were as cold as an icy lake.
The smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it revealed a hint of mockery and pity.
She looked at the skeptical faces below the stage, as if she were looking at a group of ignorant children.
"What you all say makes sense."
Her voice was clear and calm, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears.
There was no excitement, no explanation, only a calm and unwavering certainty.
"But if you had seen the trending topics this morning, you wouldn't have asked that question."
She spoke slowly, each word striking the air like a hammer blow.
"This morning? What's trending?"
Someone in the audience muttered something under their breath, which quickly sparked a chorus of whispers.
Most people looked at each other blankly, clearly not paying attention to the online activity this morning.
Nobody noticed.
They all stood guard at the entrance of the Song family's residence, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
They gathered here early in the morning, carrying cameras and carrying questions, ready to expose the so-called "fake heiress scam".
What they were expecting was tears, breakdowns, and scenes of incoherence.
But what he didn't expect was a heavy slap in the face.
"Li Bu, the outspoken and bold figure in the entertainment industry—the Brother Li you all know."
Song Zhiwei slightly raised her chin, her gaze sharp as a knife.
The moment the name was uttered, the venue fell silent.
Who is Li Bu?
She is that independent entertainment reporter who rose through the ranks from the bottom, known for her ruthless and unyielding reporting.
Some say he's crazy, some say he's brave, but no one dares to say he's faking it.
"This morning, he revealed a woman."
Song Zhiwei paused, looked around to make sure everyone was listening.
"He made tens of millions by secretly taking private photos of celebrities and then extorting money from them."
Upon hearing this, the entire audience gasped.
Such cases are not uncommon, but the fact that they involve tens of millions of yuan and that Li Bu personally handled the case indicates that the evidence is irrefutable.
silence.
The entire hall was quiet, even breathing seemed to slow down.
People held their breath, waiting for the next part.
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