Chapter 79
A hand stretched into the picture, its fingers were long and slender with distinct joints, and its thumb gently wiped away Yu Aiai's tears.
A male voice, with a distorted tone, came from the receiver: "Think carefully, what evidence do you have about the cliff fall? Is it the smell of perfume that can't be proven by words?"
"You're right... But now everyone on the internet is scolding me, and someone is waiting for me at the door. I don't even dare to go out."
Yu Aiai looked from top to bottom, tearfully gazing at the man outside the screen, looking pitiful.
"That's easy. I have a solution."
"What method?"
“Treat others as you would have them treat you.”
"What do you mean?" Yu Aiai opened her eyes wide in confusion.
"She used public opinion to put you in a situation where you were attacked. You also used public opinion to fight back, ensuring a turnaround and turning those who criticized you into supporters."
"What should I do?" Yu Aiai opened her eyes wide in confusion.
"Just do as I say."
Yu Aiai nodded vigorously, her face full of admiration.
There was a creaking sound of springs outside the screen, and the man seemed to sit on a sofa. A voice drifted over: "Come sit here."
Yu Aiai showed joy on her face and quickly stood up and walked out of the screen.
The spring made a sound again. Yu Aiai must have sat on the same sofa with the man.
There was only an empty bed left on the screen.
The man's voice said, "It's simple. Record a video and post it online, saying that this cartoon slandered you and was so devastating that it made you want to commit suicide."
Yu Aiai was shocked: "I won't commit suicide!"
The man said helplessly, "How could I bear to let you commit suicide? If you just hide for a while and don't show up, who on the Internet will know whether you committed suicide or not?"
Yu Aiai's voice suddenly became sweet: "I understand. People online will think I'm being forced to death, so they will sympathize with me and stand on my side."
"That's right," the man said. "Online public opinion is easily manipulated by emotions. The public naturally sympathizes with the weak. If public opinion is loud enough, it can suppress the truth. Once the video is released, the situation will be reversed, and she will be the one being cyberbullied."
"But..." Yu Aiai was obviously not so panicked anymore, "I can't really commit suicide. How can I make up for this later?"
"It's hard to say." The man's voice was tinged with laughter. "You could just scratch your wrist a few times, take a picture, post it on TikTok, and say you committed suicide and were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Who would bother to verify it?"
"You are so smart!" Yu Aiai's voice became even sweeter.
Although I can't see the images of the two people, judging from the sound, they should have been attached.
After a while, the man said, "Let me teach you how to speak when you record a video."
"Okay." Yu Aiai said happily.
"Just say: That night five years ago, it was Xu Candong who asked me to call Qiu Yue out..."
Yu Aiai's surprised voice interrupted him: "That can't be the case, it's obviously..."
The man interrupted Yu Aiai and asked, "Are you recording this video to tell the truth?"
"No...Oh, I see, I just have to lie!"
Yu Aiai let out a series of giggles.
The man remained silent, clearly irritated by Yu Aiai's stupidity. After a moment, he spoke again, "Okay, let's do it again. First, repeat what you just said."
"Which one?"
The man seemed to take a deep breath: "That night five years ago, it was Xu Candong..."
The man taught one sentence at a time, very seriously.
After Yu Aiai carries him on her back for a while, she starts to act coquettishly and cutely.
Through the screen, you can hear that the man's patience is running out, and his voice is getting colder and colder. Sometimes he can't bear it anymore and shows impatience, but he holds back and slows down his tone.
The light in the room gradually dims from natural light to lighting.
Later, Yu Aiai recorded a five-minute "last words video", and the man taught her a lesson for two hours.
One can't help but admire it.
During the two hours, Yu Aiai did not sit quietly on the sofa. She sat on the bed several times, reciting the poem incoherently while posing and pretending to accidentally expose her thighs.
She was obviously trying to seduce the man, but she failed to lead him to the bed.
Although I couldn't see the man's face, the resistance was overflowing through the screen. So the man never entered the shooting range.
All the audience could hear that the man wanted to strangle her to death at this time, but Yu Aiai was the only one who was completely unaware.
Finally, Yu Aiai had almost finished reciting the poem, and the man asked her to try to record it.
Yu Ai Ai started recording. She forgot the lyrics every time she recorded, and the failed recordings took another hour.
Chen He didn't have the patience to watch this long section and wanted to drag the progress bar through it.
But I was afraid of missing the information, so I had to grit my teeth and watch it at accelerated speed.
A conversation caught her attention, so she dragged the progress bar back a bit and adjusted the speed back to normal.
This segment is the intermission after Yu Aiai failed in recording again.
There is no one in the picture, but from the intimacy of the conversation, it can be heard that Yu Aiai should be sitting on the sofa, leaning in that person's arms.
"What is this? A little pig carved from a peach pit? How could someone of your status carry something so worthless?"
The man didn't answer immediately. After a while, he said, "This has special meaning to me."
"So cute! I didn't expect you to have such a cute side!" Yu Aiai giggled.
At the man's urging, Yu Aiai continued to try to record.
The last recording was done on the sofa outside the screen.
The man said, "You might be a little nervous. How about this: you drink while you record. That way you can relax and look like you're having a meltdown."
With a "clang" sound, something was placed on the coffee table.
Yu Aiai said happily: "You even brought some wine!"
"Champagne, not too strong."
"It doesn't matter if I'm drunk, you'll take care of me anyway."
The man didn't respond, probably because he couldn't continue the performance.
However, during the recording, she forgot how to pronounce the word "谶" that she had been taught to pronounce countless times. She stammered and finally pronounced it as "非".
The man's patience had clearly reached its limit, and his voice was filled with exhaustion. "Alright, that's it."
"That's great." Yu Aiai was clearly enjoying it. "I'll post it on my video account right away. I'm going to make sure she looks good this time..."
There was a "bang" sound, like the sound of a cell phone falling to the ground.
Yu Aiai's voice was weak: "I... I feel dizzy, as if... as if I'm drunk..."
Then with a "gulp", Yu Aiai entered the edge of the screen.
She was lying on her side, and the camera could pick up a bit of floorboards at the end of the bed, just enough to capture her head and shoulders.
Her head turned slightly, her eyes half-closed sleepily, and she was obviously in a daze.
"Go to hell, you idiot!" The man's voice finally lost its brutality.
A foot wearing leather shoes suddenly stepped towards Yu Aiai's head.
But it suddenly stopped, retracted, and retreated out of the screen.
"What I hate most is dirty people like you."
"I like clean and well-behaved girls. Who do you think you are? You're just a dog-skin plaster after sleeping with her once. It's disgusting."
"You can't even kill someone properly, you piece of shit."
"I should have killed you long ago. I knew you would be a nuisance if you were kept alive."
The man's cursing was recorded, and one could tell how much pain he had endured for the past few hours.
After a while, the man's angry breathing became calmer.
Two hands reached into the frame and removed the black butterfly hairpin from Yu Aiai's braid.
On one of the wrists, there was clearly a circle of small peach pits strung together with a thin string.
Then, Yu Aiai was suddenly dragged off the screen.
Yu Aiai must have been somewhat sober by now, and she mumbled, "Where...where are you taking me?"
"Send you to death, bitch."
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