Zhou Lin - Chapter 185 Chapter of the Sacrifice (5)

It was a sunny morning, warm and comfortable.

I lay in the open space outside the TV station, lying in a pool of my own blood, letting the warm sunshine shine on my face and body, as if it could heal the gunshot wound on my chest.

Is this the end? Or… is it just the beginning?

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I sneaked into the TV station building in the early morning. It was not difficult to sneak in. After all, I knew their internal situation very well.

In the past six months, I have interacted with many people, ranging from celebrities to coal miners, including colleagues who work in television stations.

Some of these interactions are sincere, while others are purely for fun, but no matter what kind of interactions they are, it does not prevent me from obtaining information.

People are very willing to share private things that are not their own with others. The only difference is that the tendency of sharing is different. For example, women are more likely to gossip, while men are more likely to complain about fucked up things at work.

For most people, as long as it is not their own secret, it is not a secret.

Take a taxi driver as an example. If you meet a talkative driver who takes the initiative to talk to you, unless you are very good at chatting, you can easily ask him a lot about his work during the conversation. Even about his family.

There’s also the chatty hairdresser, the senior citizen receiving physical therapy in the hospital, the buddy sitting next to you in the sauna, the guy standing in front or behind you in a long line at the arcade, etc.; as long as you have a certain With your social skills, any stranger who needs to stay with you for some reason can become your source of intelligence, and the easiest intelligence to get is trivial matters about their work.

Make up a few lies that are difficult to expose and that no one will delve into to make people feel that you resonate with him/her; say a few words to compliment the other person from time to time; make a certain reaction to every word of the other person, and the content of the reaction Use varying degrees of surprise and an I’m interested look on your face, and you’ll get the other person talking quickly.

After you become proficient, and add some sincere expressions and tones, the whole process will become very natural. If there is wine at the scene, things will be easier to handle.

Through this method, I gained a lot of inside information at each dinner party that outsiders didn’t know; although in the eyes of those who leaked it, it was all insignificant things, like the cleaners of the TV station usually leave Another staff passage, Night shift security change time and approximate number of people, Status of personnel on duty from late night to early morning and so on.

However, when necessary, this information will become useful and effective.

The long-term stability has made the security here very lax. Wearing a cleaning uniform that can be easily bought at a roadside shop, I got a key card from the lounge, and then pushed a car that looked full of goods. The cleaning supplies cart went to the floor I wanted to go to.

I came to a studio, took out a toy gun with a very realistic sound, fired a shot at the ceiling, and immediately took control of the scene.

This is just a local radio station, and there are not many people on duty in the early morning hours. After blocking the only exit, I took out a few pairs of handcuffs I bought from an adult product store and threw them to the few people present… these people The job was good, so they all cherished their lives, and some of them recognized me quickly. They knew that I was a ruined guy who was likely to go crazy, so my threats became very convincing.

I left a director behind and ordered him to play the video materials I had hidden in the cart through the TV station’s system, and let others handcuff themselves to several corners of the room.

While the director was lingering, the security guards and armed police in the building had already rushed outside the door; I was already prepared for this.

I took off my coat and exposed the fake bomb tied to my body in front of the surveillance cameras in the house. I took out a sign that read I will detonate it if you break the door and showed it to them.

Less than ten seconds after that, the noise outside the door quieted down, and the director also stopped stalling for time after my kind reminder.

The images I brought finally began to be played. The scenes where I was framed, the evidence and information I collected about the dark side of this society were broadcast in the form of videos or pictures; at the same time, these documents were also It went online, it went on my social media accounts, it went everywhere I could.

Ten minutes later, the negotiator arrived and spoke to me through the studio’s intercom.

He is a connoisseur, a veteran, and very professional. Unfortunately, so am I. I can do what he does, and with all due respect…I am much meaner than him.

He followed the process and first tried to gain my trust. I had no intention of stopping him; I pretended to follow his lead and trusted him, and then we entered into the I complained and made demands while he pretended to He persuaded me in a sympathetic way and negotiated terms with me at the same time.

I told him my experience and the purpose of this operation. I told him the truth and acted very sincerely. I pretended that I was about to cry.

He didn’t completely cater to me, nor did he completely deny me. He just stabilized me and continued to lead the conversation, hoping that I would release the female employees in the room first.

Of course, it was impossible for me to hand over real hostages just to show my gentlemanly or humanitarian spirit. I also made a request: I asked them to hand over the person who framed me.

They won’t hand it over, I know, because that’s impossible.

Unless I am kidnapping people at the same level or even higher than those who framed me, or directly kidnapping the relatives of those people, they will never consider such a proposal.

In fact, at this moment, I know exactly what is going on outside.

Long before this negotiator and I started the game, preparations for a strong attack had already begun outside, and the signal I asked the director to broadcast had been blocked by the outside world for about fifteen minutes.

The so-called negotiation I am conducting is just a means for negotiators to buy time for the combat team members responsible for the strong attack. Once the time is right, they will rush in.

In other words, if they can win for me to release them, they will be released, and if they can’t win, they will be forced to do so. Even if there are casualties, the truth and details of the incident will be written, announced, and determined by them.

They could just say that I had brutally killed all the hostages before the storm. It didn’t matter even if all the weapons I brought this time were either toys or fakes. The evidence could be forged anyway.

The images and materials I spread will be cleaned up in less than a week. As long as a few typical people who dare to spread these are caught and detained for a year and a half, and they cooperate with the official refutation of rumors, people will soon stop spreading the behavior. , because when their own safety is really involved, the keyboard warriors will often regain a certain degree of rationality; then, the official trolls will drive public opinion and solidify the concept that these information are all false and put any Those who hold objections will complain until they can no longer make a sound. Finally, if I go to the entertainment industry to find a heavyweight or make some hateful news with neighboring countries, the people will immediately forget about me.

I know all of the above.

After hearing this, you must ask, since I know that I am destined to fail, what is the point of doing this?

Oh, you will know after listening to me.

At dawn, after a lot of bargaining, I finally reached a consensus with the negotiators. I agreed to release all the hostages on the condition that I first tell my story on live television.

They readily accepted it, because they knew that the broadcast signal would not be sent out at all – if I released the hostages as agreed, that would be the best. If I did not, they would not waste any further time.

Then, like a news anchor, I sat down on the stage in the middle of the studio and started speaking.

My story, which is what you are listening to right now, started with My name is Li Xiaofan, I am 26 years old, and I am an investigative reporter. It has developed to the present, and I am sitting in front of the camera and telling you this.

It seems like this is almost coming to an end, right?

However, there is one thing I haven’t told you.

Actually… this is not the first time I have illegally sneaked into this TV station.

I was here in the early hours of yesterday morning. Of course, at that time, I didn’t make as big a fuss as I am now; I just disguised myself as a maintenance worker and installed some additional signaling devices in the ventilation system of this building. And some hidden cameras with long-distance radio capabilities.

Therefore, today, my entire action has been filmed from the beginning by the equipment I installed myself, bypassing the TV station’s own broadcast system and broadcast live with the help of your transmission tower.

The information I asked the director to broadcast through the studio system was both an introduction and a cover, and was not that important.

What matters is every move I make, the conversations you have with me, every word you discuss behind my back outside the house, including how to deal with it afterwards, and the names of those who framed me… although I actually don’t No idea who they are, but I assume you’ve already found out and discussed it, haven’t you? Haha… Anyway, those things that are there and those that are not, as well as the story I am telling you now, have all been broadcast live.

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I, Li Xiaofan, have a dream – a dream that is not so realistic and self-serving.

I want to be a pair of eyes, a pair of ears, a mouthpiece… to show people in the world things that they can’t see or hear, but should see and hear.

I want those who have given up thinking and introspection to regain the habit of reflection and the courage to question.

I will use any means necessary to realize this ideal and carry out my justice, even if it is a despicable justice.

As I flew out of the building, these words echoed in my mind again.

Although I was not strong enough to break through the building’s exterior glass, the bullet that shot through my body obviously did me a favor.

I thought that people who fell from a height died instantly, but this doesn’t seem to be absolute.

It was a sunny morning, warm and comfortable.

I lay in the open space outside the TV station, lying in a pool of my own blood, letting the warm sunshine shine on my face and body, as if it could heal the gunshot wound on my chest.

Is this the end? Or… is it just the beginning?