Zhou Lin - Chapter 183 Chapter of the Sacrifice (4)

Two months later, I was completely popular, much more popular than I expected.

In these two months, I actually only did two things –

The first thing is to attack others. This other can be a person, a group of people, a group, a class, an event, a series of events, a phenomenon, a culture, etc., as long as it has a certain It’s okay if it’s famous or topical, as long as I think it meets the sacrifice standard.

The second thing is to use the skills of public opinion warfare to end his aggressive behavior.

Of course, not all of my opponents are fools. Some of them are very strong and experienced. After all, inciting online violence is not my specialty; fortunately, the targets I choose are all with good stories and are not good people in their own right. Impure… So they have irreparable weaknesses after all.

But then again, who doesn’t?

The most perfect public relations in the world is not to be a public figure at all, or even have too many interpersonal interactions – let your name not be known to too many people, and let everything you do become your own secret.

Otherwise, one day, any anonymous person sitting in front of the screen and typing on the keyboard can attack you.

Even those who have made outstanding contributions to the world and left valuable assets during their lifetime cannot escape this disaster.

It is only when they have just died that you can see almost everyone showing signs of remembrance, sadness and emotion; at this time, anyone who dares to make a slightly different sound will immediately be reviled by thousands of people. .

As for those who are sad and lamenting, in fact, the vast majority of them… have never paid to watch the movie starring the deceased, have never studied the scientific theories written by the deceased, and have never read the A literary masterpiece written by a deceased person, or even just knowing the name of the deceased, and it is not clear what his/her most significant achievements were.

People gathered together to express cheap sympathy and sentimentality, as if they had become holy and knowledgeable at this moment.

But in the final analysis, these people are not wrong, because this is human nature; sometimes, vanity and self-deception are also part of kindness, and this is nothing more than the wisdom of the world.

However, after a few years, time will eventually wash away the halo of those who were extremely respected when they died, and their names and lives will become the objects of comments and comments by anonymous people in the gossip.

This is a bit far-fetched, so let’s get back to me.

The me on the Internet is not really me, but a character.

He is an intellectual with academic background and professional qualities; an actor who contributes to society and participates in public affairs; an idealist with critical spirit and moral responsibility…

To put it simply, he is a typical and radical public knowledge.

From the moment I started playing this character, there was no looking back.

The name Li Xiaofan is no longer just a name; it has become a flag, under which many people have gathered. Like most people, they prefer to think about problems independently and objectively… … They prefer to follow a flag-bearer and let others tell them how they should look at various issues.

Or, under the leadership of opinion leaders, you think with preconceived prejudices and then come to a conclusion that is similar to self-persuasion.

I need these people and I love these people.

They are like ignorant villagers in the European Middle Ages, holding torches in their hands, standing on the high ground of religion and morality, hiding under the protection of the law does not punish the public, and burning to death under the guidance of a few people with ulterior motives. One witch after another.

What I did was just make sure they didn’t burn the wrong person.

Relying on these people, I became a hot celebrity in the company. Now, let alone Editor-in-Chief Luo, all the big leaders in the unit are very afraid of me.

I don’t even have to commute to get off work on time now. I can arrange my own work time at will in the name of “investigation”. At first, I would symbolically notify Editor Luo via email whether I would come today, and later I would even say hello. No fight either. As for the article I wrote, Editor Luo naturally didn’t dare to raise any comments. He didn’t even dare to change a word, let alone reject my manuscript.

In the final analysis… with him or without him, staying in this company or not, it makes no difference to me.

If I want, I can resign immediately and become an independent investigative reporter, a so-called self-media person; this unit is a springboard for me, and now I have taken off, if this springboard is not in the way , I don’t mind getting an extra salary here. If it hinders me, then it’s okay to get rid of it and then step on it hard.

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In early February, just after the New Year, people all over the country were still immersed in the joy of the New Year, but I entered the detention center.

This matter has to start a few days ago…

Years ago, I came to a third-tier city to investigate some rumors about local industrial pollution and corruption.

In a few days, I traveled to many places and visited many people, and then, as expected, I was targeted.

I had heard in the past that a female colleague was used by the police in some places to open the door of her room with a hotel key to conduct a surprise inspection in the name of anti-pornography. I did not expect that a similar thing would happen to me.

On the day of my arrest, I was suddenly woken up from my sleep by someone. When I woke up, I found that my room was full of people, some wearing uniforms, some not, and even a few faces that looked familiar to me.

Before I could react, I was handcuffed and taken away.

When I walked out of the hotel door, it was freezing and snowy outside. I was wearing autumn clothes, a coat over my head, and handcuffs on my hands. Someone was holding me down on my neck all the way to the police car.

It wasn’t until I entered the police station that I learned that I was arrested for possessing drugs; I didn’t ask them where they got the information, because if I asked them, they wouldn’t answer. Even if they did, they would just say report from the masses. Can shut me up.

When I was questioned, I learned that I had been taken away and that a certain amount of methamphetamine was searched from my luggage.

Then, a man in plain clothes who never wanted to reveal his identity began to do ideological work for me. He told me that the amount of what he found was not large, and he speculated that I smoked it myself and was not selling drugs. Look at me. I don’t look like an addict. As long as I am willing to sign a confession and be detained for a few days and fined, I will be fine.

Listening to his earnest persuasion and do it for my own good every time, I really want to laugh, but this is not the time to laugh, I need to think…

Am I overestimating myself? Is it too early to take action against those official figures?

In the past five months, have the attitudes of the people around me towards me and the victories I achieved caused me to have any illusions?

Compared with the cold cuffs on my wrists, are the things I have done in the past few months really that damaging?

In any case, in the end, I did not sign. After all, I am not a fool. I know what signing means. Although the other party used both soft and hard tactics, and his attitude changed from soft to tough to angry and outright intimidation, I remained unmoved.

Of course, this did not affect the outcome of my final arrest, because there was sufficient evidence and my uncooperative behavior only kept me in jail for 15 days; I basically spent this year in jail.

The procedures before entering the detention center were quite cumbersome, including blood tests, urine tests, physical examinations, etc. However, none of the test sheets passed through my own hands.

Because I have interviewed some people who frequent this kind of place before, I have a little idea of ​​the situation there.

In most detention centers, more than a dozen people sleep together in a large room, and everyone has bunks on the floor. If your family doesn’t bring you a bedding, the guards will give you a communal bedding; that kind of bedding looks dirty and doesn’t keep you warm. , but for this, you may not be able to cover it, because it is likely to be snatched away by the prison boss.

The toilet in the detention center is just a squat toilet in the corner, blocked by a small wall, and there is basically no privacy at all. According to the rules, the new baby has to squat next to the toilet. Only when someone better than you comes does you have the right to squat next to the wall.

As for those prison bosses who come and go frequently and are powerful, they lead a group of younger brothers to show their dominance in there every day, bragging, smoking, beating people… Generally speaking, they just fight in small ways and get slapped. The guards won’t care about slaps or anything like that.

In short, the detention center is actually a moderate deterrent to those habitual criminals. The only ones who will really feel that their days are like years are those law-abiding citizens who have made a mistake.

I was mentally prepared that I would lose some skin in these fifteen days, but I didn’t expect… nothing happened at all in the end.

No one came to bully me, or even talk to me. Even if I took the initiative to talk to others, all I got was silence and rejection; obviously, someone had greeted every prisoner who lived with me in advance. Now, tell them not to touch me.

According to the general thinking, this should be a sign that someone is covering me, but I soon realized – it was wrong.

If I suffered a lot in the detention center, I would feel more at ease, because it means that the person who did this to me this time just wanted to do this. After I get out, I can take a few pictures of myself being beaten like a victim. I took a selfie of my injury and continued to act as my “just fighter”.

However, this development now is very scary; this development shows that the person who brought me in, or those people, did not just want to teach me a lesson, but they wanted to push me into eternal destruction. situation.

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Fifteen days later, I regained my freedom, and my worries became a reality…

When I retrieved my personal belongings, I found that the information in the electronic devices I carried had been cleaned and everything that could become evidence had evaporated; not only that, all the information I had stored on the cloud disk had been evaporated. , all kinds of information I collected have also been removed.

In the place where I was changing clothes, I turned on my phone with mixed emotions, ignored the thousands of missed calls and tens of thousands of text messages, went directly to the social platform, and then saw this on the first trending list Li Xiaofan is released from prison today is a dazzling text; and under this item, there are several related items such as A well-known investigative journalist was arrested for drug involvement and Li Xiaofan spread rumors.

Scroll further and you can see: As early as half a month ago, on the night of my arrest…when I had not been formally taken into custody and was still being examined in the hospital, these were the details about what I would face after my arrest. News of the detention had already been released.

In the past fifteen days, new violent information about me has been released almost every three days to maintain the popularity of this incident; some of the news is true and some are false, and the true part basically comes from Records that I have in my own hands. Judging from these records, they may have even visited my home, so some information that only existed in my computer and notebook also appeared online; of course, they only released information that was detrimental to me. , such as the chat records between me and the trolls, they did not release the news-related evidence I collected.

As for the fake ones, I didn’t read them carefully, and I wasn’t very interested. They ranged from seeking money and killing people to forcing people to jump off buildings, from cheating on exams to workplace harassment… they were all very vivid.

I didn’t stay at the handover area for too long, and the guards wouldn’t let me. After changing my clothes and packing my things, I was kicked out of the detention center.

What was waiting for me outside that big iron door was the crowd, the microphone, the flashlight, the blaring and malicious leading questions, and pairs of ambitious eyes…

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It took me three days to get home, not only because I was catching up with the Spring Festival travel rush, but also because I was told when I purchased the ticket that I was on a credit blacklist, so I had to take a long-distance bus back home.

It happened to be night when I returned to my residence. Since all my phone number and address were exposed online, I checked again and again that no one was ambushing me nearby, and then I dared to enter the building.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I found that the door was still locked. After entering, there were no obvious signs that someone had invaded the room, but the tape mark I left on the crack of the door showed that someone had definitely come in.

The only good thing is that I live in a high-rise building, otherwise what I would expect would be broken glass everywhere, as well as stones, rotten eggs, and even excrement thrown in.

I didn’t call the police because I didn’t lose anything except data. In this case, there is a high probability that a case will not be filed.

I just took a shower quietly, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and went to bed first.

The next day, I woke up refreshed, turned on my computer, and calmly read the dismissal email from my employer and a lot of spam messages insulting me.

When I was halfway through, someone from the property management knocked on the door. It seemed that they knew that I had returned through the electronic door card record; I did not open the door, but just said a few words to the person through the door. Fortunately, The other party didn’t have any evil intentions, he just urged me to take away the express delivery I had accumulated these days, saying that there were a lot of things that took up space.

I guessed that the company had packed up all my personal belongings and sent them to me. They had no intention of letting me enter the office building again.

At this point, I have become a jobless vagrant that everyone calls out. I no longer have income or social status. In fact, I am not as good as ordinary people.

The name Li Xiaofan is no longer a flag. It has become a filth in people’s mouths. The people who originally gathered under this flag to show off their power have also dispersed; moreover, these people now hate me and hate me. The curses were probably even worse than those of passers-by.

The memory of netizens is indeed short-lived. Maybe I will no longer be their focus in a few days; but the memory of netizens can also be long-lasting. When they see a person who has been defeated by public opinion, they always Will immediately think of those negative labels on him/her.

It only took me half a year to go from becoming famous to being completely ruined.

Although I had already foreseen that something like this would happen one day, I didn’t expect that day to come so quickly.

I didn’t investigate who was behind this incident, or how many there were, because that wasn’t important… If a person makes too many enemies, something like this will happen sooner or later, not to mention that the people I offended were basically villains. and evildoers.

Anyway, now that the matter is over, it’s almost time for me to start the “final plan”.

What? Do you think it’s impossible for me to have a “backup” in this situation? Haha… didn’t I just say that?

I had foreseen that this would happen one day.

Long before I became an investigative reporter, when I was still a dispatch boy, when I chose to become a media person, when I determined to become a sacrifice… I had already foreseen today.

I knew from the beginning that I couldn’t win all the time.

I am just alone and not worth mentioning in front of really powerful people; when they are ready to do to me what I do to others, it is a hundred times easier than me to do it – they don’t need fancy words, There is no need for professional ability, much less awareness or risk… All it takes is an announcement or an order, and countless mouthpieces will speak for them, and countless hands will kill those questioning voices.

This is a battle that is impossible to win, so I have already prepared the last resort.

I’m spying on myself.

From the day I became an investigative reporter, I spent all my savings over the years to anonymously hire a team of professionals on the dark web to monitor my every move 24/7.

After I became famous and rich, these people naturally made offers to me. I pretended to bargain with them, and finally agreed to them – as long as my income after becoming famous was enough to pay their commissions and support my normal life, It doesn’t really matter how much.

And these people are indeed worthy of the price I paid: they installed hidden cameras in my home; they installed hidden cameras in my office; and of course they installed hidden cameras in the hotel room I stayed in… Even when I’m walking on the road, people are always following me and taking photos.

Now, it’s time to use what they captured; relying on this video evidence, and my USB flash drive (physical backup data) that I hid in my mother’s urn, my “final plan” can be implementation.

I myself am the first and last sacrifice.

Perhaps afterwards, my actions will be labeled as terrorism and slowly suppressed under the control of public opinion.

But as long as there are so many people who are touched by me for one day, one hour, and one moment, then all my sacrifices will be worth it.