That article was very long.
The layout is poorly formatted, and the paragraphs are disjointed.
It even contains a few glaring typos.
Clearly, the poster used the phone's built-in keyboard.
It was done by poking out each finger in a state of extreme exhaustion and anger.
But every word,
They were like iron nails driven into a wooden board, stiff yet sturdy.
I'm a rough man, I don't understand literature.
I have no idea what profound theory is behind your so-called "blood-soaked buns" theory.
All I know is that I stood on that rooftop for three hours last night, letting the cold wind blow on me for three hours.
That girl is only twenty-one years old.
When the forensic doctor lifted her out of the green belt, her hands were so tightly closed that they couldn't be pried open.
He clutched an unlabeled glass bottle tightly in his hand.
That was the lifeline the swindler gave her, but also the devilish hand that pushed her off the building.
Having worked in criminal investigation for twenty years, I've seen too many corpses to notice; I'm numb to it all now.
But this time I really felt suffocated.
Just yesterday afternoon, this girl called the "beauty loan" company, crying and begging for a few more days.
We retrieved the recording from that end, and the other party only replied with one sentence:
"Not dead yet? If you're not dead, go sell yourself, and come back to pay me back when you've sold enough."
Then, she really died.
I just took a quick look at the novel written by the author "Hell Dream Weaver".
Some people criticized him for being shady and accused him of trying to gain attention by associating with trending topics.
I think the insults were wrong.
All I want to say is: it's written too lightly.
The evil in reality is far dirtier, more rotten, and more repulsive than the man-eating fox spirit in the novel.
Those loan sharks don't need sorcery.
A few dual contracts, a few threatening phone calls,
They can dissect and devour a living person, leaving not even a bone fragment.
They stared at these naive children as if they were meat on a chopping board.
This novel isn't exploiting tragedy for profit; it's conducting an autopsy.
The author peels back the glamorous exterior, laying bare the rotten flesh and stinking bones for you to see.
He's telling those silly kids who're still dreaming of becoming beautiful:
Look closely, this isn't a fairy tale, it's hell.
If this is considered riding the wave of popularity, then I hope there's more of this kind of popularity.
If someone had written about this horror earlier, even if it only frightened one person...
Even if only one girl is too scared to sign the document,
Perhaps no one would jump from that rooftop.
One last thing: we are currently handling the case.
Those scum who lend money at exorbitant interest rates and sell unscrupulous beauty products will not escape.
I'm a materialist, but this time, I hope the hell the author described is real.
Because only there is a place worthy of those beasts.
The post's popularity skyrocketed.
The previously simmering and hostile comment section suddenly fell silent.
Those keyboard warriors clamoring for a ban, are unscrupulous.
It felt like someone had suddenly grabbed my throat, and I couldn't make a sound.
The comment section, which normally refreshes hundreds of times per second, suddenly experienced a gap in the display.
Those comments clamoring for a ban and insults,
It was as if it had been instantly extinguished by an invisible hand.
In front of the screen, countless fingers that were about to type on the keyboard froze in mid-air.
A full five minutes passed.
The first new comment has only just cautiously appeared.
[Old Liu from Chongqing Medical University]: I am a plastic surgeon, verified with my real name.
I read that article too.
Honestly, it's more effective than trying to dissuade a hundred girls from getting illegal cosmetic procedures.
Fear is sometimes the best vaccine.
This statement completely ignited public opinion.
[A nobody]: I cried... but not from being moved, I cried from being scared.
I had an appointment for a consultation tomorrow, and I also need to apply for a loan to pay in installments.
After reading the police officer's words, read the chapter about the dream weaver...
I just blocked the agent.
Thank you, dream weaver, for saving my life.
[Grumpy Guy]: Go to hell with "Baidu Convenience Store"!
Those who portray the dead as angels and forcefully evoke emotions are the ones profiting from human suffering!
The dream architect may be ruthless, but he was saving a life!
Redfruit.com, the book review section for "The Ferryman".
The rating data started fluctuating wildly.
From a low of 9.4, it has soared all the way up.
It has once again firmly cemented its position on the 9.9 pedestal.
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