Chapter 226 Chapter 221 Scheme (1)
Meng He only felt that her good intentions were being torn apart by a pack of dogs.
She angrily pressed down hard on the left mouse button, closing all the web pages. Looking at the time, it was not late, and she needed to take a shower.
She stood up, walked toward the balcony, and comforted herself, saying it’s just things online, online things.
The door opened, and Meng He stepped out, but couldn’t resist returning to close the door.
No matter what, she was still very angry.
She sat down in front of the computer and continued to click open websites, searching for Zhihu, habitually entering the homepage of Huahua Qiu.
Seeing a line indicating a permanent ban in red, she felt a surge of urgency, and it suddenly occurred to her.
Huahua Qiu had once said that he would randomly select people who agreed with the highly rated answers and send out a curse.
Startled, Meng He quickly clicked on her activity log, checking her likes page by page. Fortunately, she did not have a habit of being active on Zhihu, and she quickly found the answer she had liked.
With over two thousand likes, that was quite a lot on Zhihu—she quickly canceled the like, and when the page refreshed, the count changed to three thousand likes, and the answer had been updated.
“Surprised, a little-known person on Zhihu woke up to find three thousand likes, stunned by the attention…”
A screenshot of Huahua Qiu’s permanent ban.
“I advise you, if you’re ill, seek treatment. Don’t constantly post outrageous opinions online, it’s not good for your health.”
Meng He refreshed the page again, and the number of likes continued to rise.
She had intended to speak out to warn everyone, but looking at the red notification in the upper right corner, she wasn’t sure how many responses there were cursing her or how many people were private messaging to insult her.
She cooled her heart and hit the backspace key hard, deleting all the warnings she had typed out.
Strangely, that urgency to urinate, which had come quickly, also disappeared just as fast.
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“Bathroom, bathroom, make way, I need to go to the bathroom.”
In a bustling shopping mall, a well-dressed man in his thirties squeezed his legs together and hurriedly walked down the street, pushing past pedestrians.
He slipped and slammed his foot against the nearby stainless steel handrail.
“Thud!”
With a muffled sound, the entire handrail vibrated.
“Ah.”
The well-dressed man fell to the ground, his little toe had painfully hit the handrail, causing his eyes to turn red and tears to fall.
People nearby instinctively looked at him.
The urgency to urinate in the well-dressed man surged over tenfold. No matter how he tried to use every muscle he could, it was futile against the overwhelming urge flooding through his urethra.
It was as if a fire hydrant had burst open; urine poured over his underwear, the wetness spreading in the center of his suit pants, with urine also splattering through the fabric.
A foul odor began to spread.
Several young and fashionable women pinched their noses and hurriedly walked away with disgust.
“How disgusting.”
A young man quickly pulled his girlfriend’s hand and left.
But more people stopped behind, drawn by the smell to see what had happened, some out of curiosity, others out of disgust.
Several smartphones were pointed at him.
The well-dressed man quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed toward the bathroom, covering his face with his hands, dripping wet along the way.
In the lower level of the mall, at a milk tea shop.
A female university student drinking milk tea suddenly reached out to touch her eyes and exclaimed, “Who turned off the lights? I can’t see anything.”
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Meng He firmly believed that Huahua Qiu was not a clown. For some reason, this belief was even stronger after others cursed at her. Perhaps subconsciously, she felt that if she was wrong, and others were right to scold her, it would be even more embarrassing.
She kept searching for “I apologize to the Demon King” on Bilibili.
A video titled “I Apologize to the Demon King” appeared on Bilibili.
Meng He felt a bit more settled, planning to use this video as evidence to prove to those who had randomly insulted her that she was not wrong.
She immediately clicked to watch the video.
What appeared was Huahua Qiu’s avatar, continually using AI voice to repeat various outrageous remarks made by Huahua Qiu along with the music.
“I have never used cheats!”
When he shouted this line, a photo of the “real” Huahua Qiu appeared, along with a figure resembling Hitler, angrily banging on the table. Suddenly, a man’s scream was inserted.
Meng He glanced at the video category—Kichiku.
In the comment section below, a dozen comments appeared, all reading the same: “First.”
The first so-called “apology video” was Kichiku.
Meng He was at a loss for words; she watched the video’s views soar from three digits to four digits and then quickly to five digits in just an hour and a half.
She kept watching, even when her mother called her to take a shower outside the door, she didn’t go.
Meng He blinked her tired eyes and returned to Zhihu.
She ran back to the topic “How do you rate…”
She found that the top-rated answer had become:
“I, hereby, solemnly apologize to Mr. Huahua Qiu, I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me, the original answer has been deleted.”
The second answer read:
“The original answer has been deleted, I’m sorry.”
The third answer had become:
“Sorry, Demon King, I plead with everyone not to like anymore.”
This uniform chorus of apologies sent a shiver down Meng He’s spine.
She refreshed the page again, and a new answer had jumped to the top; it was an anonymous answer:
“The curse is real, the curse is real, the curse is real—very important, I’ll say it three times.”
Below this line was a screenshot of a response that had thirty-two likes and fifty-six comments. The response content read: “Don’t scold her! Don’t scold her! She was released two days early! People who were cursed by her are not replying! She might really be an extraordinary person.”
Meng He looked; that was her previous answer.
“I just cursed at this responder, they didn’t say anything wrong, Huahua Qiu might really be an extraordinary person. I was just cursed, I can’t see anything now. The text is all dictated by me, and I asked a friend to help type it. Everyone please don’t like it randomly. Those who should apologize, go apologize.”
Meng He felt inexplicably relieved, but suddenly, a sense of guilt rose up.
She opened the comment section, and it was filled with a panicked atmosphere.
“Really?”
“Impossible, someone like that pretending to be a woman, how could they gain extraordinary powers? Heaven is blind.”
“Everyone quickly cancel the likes.”
“Liar, this must be a lie.”
“Didn’t she say just posting an apology video somewhere is enough?”
“I just called that responder an idiot, now I feel foolish.”
While Meng He was witnessing the changes in public opinion.
“It has been confirmed; Huahua Qiu’s real name is Wan Ziqi, this is his IP address, he is registered under his real name.”
This outcome was somewhat unexpected; the tech team had prepared for a lengthy battle.
Because, based on the investigation, the other party was a programmer and most likely knew some ways to circumvent or evade supervision.
For example, a programmer had been spewing ultra-sensitive remarks online without anyone knowing who he was for ten years while living in the country.
But unexpectedly, it was so smooth; the other party had directly registered under their real name to get broadband, only needing to ask about the billing address.
“Remember, take it easy, don’t hurt the suspect at all.”
“Yes.”
Tianfu City.
In the city police station, officers gathered urgently.
The leading captain said, “Remember, take it easy, don’t hurt the suspect.”
“Yes!”
“According to the intelligence, the suspect can cause people to go deaf, blind, and mute. Everyone, catch him as quickly as possible, and move swiftly.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go.”
Several cars carried undercover police officers, heading directly to Ji Ma’s rental house in Tianfu City.
