Xiao Jin is truly one of the top hackers in the world. One scheduled Weibo post completely destroyed Gao Yize's carefully cultivated positive image over the past few years. The online police spent an entire day resolving the situation and finally managed to control the situation.
At 2 a.m., the Weibo post exposing Gao Yize had disappeared from the internet, but the tragic memories still lingered in the public's mind.
Even after his death, Gao Yize's Weibo account was well-managed by Starlight Entertainment. His personal page was adorned with warm candlelight and white flowers, and the photos he took during his lifetime were continuously displayed on the webpage for 24 hours. His fans remained steadfast, never canceling their subscriptions. Moreover, many people actively joined in, just to mourn his passing.
Countless celebrities mourned his death silently, and it seemed like his death had given a golden hue to his already positive image.
Of course, all of this was from 24 hours ago. Now, Gao Yize's Weibo had turned into a dull and desolate space, with the number of fans continuously decreasing. Occasionally, there would be a surge in the numbers, but those were just people coming to criticize, leaving behind a heap of extremely malicious curses.
In this world, there are rational people as well as crazy ones, especially in the fan community. All of Gao Yize's fan groups had disbanded, but there was still a small fraction of fans who remained. They didn't care about how the outside world condemned their idol, or how unreasonable his actions were. In their hearts, Gao Yize remained perfect and deeply loved. Now, with Gao Yize's death, this love would forever remain at its peak without dissipating.
In a dimly lit room, a heavily made-up, scantily dressed woman frowned as she looked at her computer. Her QQ kept chiming, and there was a cacophony of voices chatting, seemingly having a lively conversation.
A user named "Beloved Aze" spoke into the headset, "Sister, didn't you say you wanted to teach Van Golo a lesson? Was the plan successful?"
The woman's expression twisted momentarily, then she replied, "No, there were some hiccups."
"What hiccups?"
"Don't ask, it's better for you not to know too much."
"What's bad about it? For Aze, I'm willing to do anything! I want to kill that despicable person Van Golo. If not for him, Aze wouldn't have ended up like this! And that Xiao Jin, if he hadn't committed suicide, I would have definitely chopped him up!"
"The person is already dead. Our main goal should be Van Golo. Today I sent that despicable person a private message. I'm going to curse him out! If he can't help but respond, I'll screenshot his reply and post it on Weibo, exposing him! What kind of morality evaluation machine, bah! The most disgusting person in the world is him!"
"Yes, yes, I'll also send him a private message to curse him out!"
"Tell everyone in the group to go and curse him. Let's see if he can handle it."
"Okay, I'll go and inform everyone right away!"
At this point, the woman grinned triumphantly, then leaned towards the webcam to check her makeup. She was chatting via video with "Beloved Aze", and in the video conversation box appeared the gaudy face of Qingjie, who had previously intended to kidnap Van Golo.
Seemingly realizing something, Qingjie opened her Weibo private message page and screenshotted her insults to Van Golo, and shared it with her friends.
They were self-proclaimed most loyal protectors of Gao Yize, the last group of fans unwilling to leave. Of course, in the outside world, they had the even more resounding title of "brain-dead."
The crude and vulgar insults involving every part of the human body greatly pleased this small group. Everyone praised Qingjie, calling her a genius at insulting people, and a worthy leader.
Qingjie gained strong satisfaction from the praise. After the failed kidnapping of Van Golo, she had been quiet for a while. If not for the fact that Si Ge had only grazed himself on her knife instead of being severely injured, she might have already gone into hiding.
Moreover, since then, she had been frequently unlucky, encountering various dangers even when staying at home. A few days ago, her electric kettle suddenly exploded, scalding off a layer of skin from her thigh, rendering her immobile. The frustration of staying at home all day without moving stimulated her viciousness. She glared at the computer, quickly typing a line: "[Van Golo, I will make you accompany Gao Yize to the grave!]"
[?]
A question mark popped up on the webpage, leaving Qingjie dumbfounded. Even when Gao Yize was alive, she used to insult Van Golo daily, but had never received a response. How come she was singled out today?
In just a moment, her ecstatic emotions dispelled Qingjie's doubts, and she started tapping away at the keyboard, filling the screen with a series of non-repetitive profane words. Any ordinary person would probably have been angered at the sight of these vile words, but Van Golo remained composed and responded with another question mark.
This calm reply further infuriated Qingjie, and she gritted her teeth to type, "[Van Golo, you will die by my hands sooner or later!] I want your organs!"
[Who are you?] Two words appeared on the screen.
Before Qingjie could respond, two more words appeared: "[Why are you insulting me? I don't remember ever offending you?]"
Qingjie sneered disdainfully, "[I will insult and kill you if I want to. There's no reason!]"
The other side fell silent for nearly half a minute, leaving Qingjie so restless that she was about to lose her cool, when the screen displayed another pair of repeated words: [Who are you?]
Qingjie choked, then sneered, "[Aren't you a psychic? Can't you foresee death? Then guess who I am and how you're going to die."
Van Golo leaned back against the headboard and chuckled with interest, then leisurely tapped the keyboard: [I won't die, but I can predict what you will encounter in the next three minutes.]
Qingjie bombarded him with a string of curses, then screenshotted the conversation and posted it in the group, mocking, "Sisters, come and see, that despicable Van Golo is so darn hilarious! He thinks he's a god, predicting my fate! I spit on his Weibo homepage!"
True to her words, she quickly accumulated a mouthful of phlegm and spat at her computer. Seeing her actions through the video, everyone in the group burst into laughter and praised Qingjie for her domineering stance.
Little did they know that whilst Qingjie was doing this, Van Golo had placed his phone on the table, and extended his fair palm towards the screen, as if sensing something. He suddenly furrowed his brow, then shifted his body as if avoiding an oncoming object, his jet-black eyes unintentionally emitting a hint of coldness.
After about a dozen seconds, he picked up the phone again and nonchalantly typed a word: [Qingjie, be careful.]
Qingjie, who moments ago was laughing wildly, saw this message and her expression immediately changed. Her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound. How did Van Golo know her alias was Qingjie? She had never mentioned it on Weibo!
Gathering her thoughts, she prepared to strike back, but another string of words appeared: [It's lurking in the shadows.]
[It's staring at you.]
[Slowly edging closer to you, step by step, while you remain unaware.]
Qingjie spun around, only to find nothing behind her.
Seeing her panicked gestures and fearful expression, the people in the group began to question, [Boss, what happened? Did Van Golo insult you? Let us see!]
Qingjie's tense mood relaxed slightly, and she posted the screenshots in the group, mocking, "Damn, Van Golo is really good at playing tricks! Was there something behind me? Did you see it? I almost got fooled by him just now."
Everyone consoled her and told her there was nothing behind her, that Van Golo was just deceiving her.
Meanwhile, Van Golo continued to send messages, his tone neither hurried nor slow: [It's getting closer, and closer, even closer…]
[Finally, it jumps onto your shoulder and scratches your eyelids.]
[Blood gushes out, and the black and white eyeballs fall out of your eye sockets.]
Qingjie kept on screenshotting and forwarding to her buddies. When she finally saw the text in the image, Si Ge's black cat, kept at home, leaped out of nowhere and quickly pounced on her shoulder, then viciously scratched her eye. A scream shattered the silence of the night, followed by a screen full of spurting blood and the round, intact eyeball hanging by a fragile optic nerve.
These so-called warriors of justice and loyal defenders in the chat group were all terrified out of their wits. They had just read Van Golo's chat log, and the real scene had come to life as if it was not a coincidence, but a predestined scenario orchestrated through Van Golo's prophecy. He had predicted everything Qingjie would encounter in the next three minutes, so accurate, so terrifying!
The video chat group erupted with earth-shattering screams, with someone crying and shouting, "Call the police! Call 110 and 120!" at the same time.
"We don't know where the leader lives! What should we do?"
"Call the police first, then keep the video window open so the police can locate us!" Surprisingly, there were also one or two quick-thinking people in the group.
"Zhiaze" dared not close the video chat window and hurried to call the police.
Qingjie was in so much pain that she was on the verge of passing out. She was afraid that her eyeballs would actually fall to the ground, so she hastily held her hands to her face. Overwhelming fear and panic took over her entire mind. She had thought that the night in the Moon Bay community days ago was the most terrifying and darkest of all, but it turned out there was even darker and more terrifying. She fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and could only shout repeatedly, "Don't call the police! Don't call the police!"
Unfortunately, no one listened to her, as 110 had already answered the call and was rushing to the rescue.
After struggling for a long time, Qingjie finally got up. Before she could catch her breath, a private message from Fang L, 梵伽罗, appeared on her computer screen—[Do you know why it wants to hurt you?]
Qingjie stared at the computer screen, completely captivated by this sentence.
After a while, another line of text appeared slowly—[It wants to hurt you, so it hurts you, for no reason, just like what you've done to others. I'll give you one last piece of advice, never pick up money that inexplicably appears in the bushes by the roadside, it will bring bad luck.]
Pick up money? Bad luck? It seemed to remind her of something incredulous. Qingjie's breath stopped and then she collapsed completely.