I was just telling a story, why is the whole internet urging me to turn myself in?

In the electronic evidence recovery laboratory on the third basement floor of the Provincial Public Security Department's Cyber ​​Security Corps.

Lin Jianguo stared at the newly restored "500,000 yuan transfer screenshot" and "20 million yuan breach of contract contract" on the screen, and then listened to Su Qing's seemingly resigned sigh in his earphones. He felt a current rush from his tailbone to the back of his head, making his scalp tingle.

"Su Qing, listen carefully." Lin Jianguo took a deep breath. "Immediately have your entire special case team in Jiangzhou on standby. Record and archive all the comments and donation IDs in Shen Feng's live stream! I have a feeling that what he's going to uncover tonight is definitely more than just a simple case of an internet celebrity falling to their death!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jianguo abruptly turned and yelled at technician Xiao Li, "Switch the live stream to the main screen! Now!"

At this moment, on the 68th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

Shen Feng sat upright in the Herman Miller ergonomic chair worth 100,000 yuan, looking at the terrifying data that the number of online users in the backend had exceeded 10 million, and couldn't help but secretly marvel.

"These netizens are staying up all night to listen to my story about a heartless boss exploiting his employees? It seems that the working class has suffered under the oppression of capital for too long." Shen Feng complained inwardly, and casually picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry water.

But in the eyes of eight million viewers and countless defense agents, the man on the screen wearing SpongeBob SquarePants loungewear exuded a suffocating divinity and coldness.

"Do you really think that all 80,000 hateful comments urging Xu Nian to die were typed by living people?"

Shen Feng put down his thermos, his top-notch broadcasting voice now tinged with a hint of pity and mockery. "Too naive."

"In the underground world of cybercrime, there is something called a 'mass control matrix.' As long as an overseas client pays 50,000 yuan, a cybercrime studio can activate tens of thousands of botnet accounts within two minutes, and accurately drop them into the target live stream with pre-set malicious keywords."

"This is a cyber torture device performed on an assembly line."

Shen Feng leaned forward slightly, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the screen, staring directly at the demons and monsters hidden behind the internet. "And Xu Nian's MCN agency not only failed to help her resist this atrocity, but instead handed her a 'supplementary gambling agreement'."

"They offered Xu Nian an extremely high contract signing bonus, but in the contract appendix, they set impossible sales KPIs. If public opinion gets out of control and the KPIs are not met, the 20 million yuan penalty will be like a mountain that will crush her completely."

"Disobedient? We'll squeeze every last drop of blood out of you; want to terminate the contract? We'll bankrupt you."

Shen Feng tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the table: "The scythe of capital never discriminates over its prey."

boom!

As soon as Shen Feng finished speaking, the live broadcast room, which had been briefly silent due to the oppressive atmosphere, completely erupted!

Without Shen Feng's deliberate instigation, countless small streamers and content creators with "yellow V" certifications actually started crying out in the comments!

[Xiaoqi, former contracted streamer of Xinghai Guild: What the founder said is all true! I was tricked into signing a gambling agreement back then, and now I'm working in an electronics factory, screwing in screws to pay off my three million yuan debt!]

[Beauty Zone - Meow Meow: This is terrifying! Last month, my company forced me to sign a supplementary agreement with a penalty of ten million. I felt like dying...]

[A concerned netizen from Jiangzhou: Holy crap! This isn't a novel, it's a court hearing held online! Tag the Jiangzhou Cyberspace Administration! Tag the Market Supervision Bureau! Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!]

Shen Feng's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the screen full of real-name reports.

"No, I just read a passage from the script the system gave me. How did it cause such an industry upheaval? Just how many unethical things have these MCN agencies done that make me, a law-abiding boss, look like a saint?"

Shen Feng suppressed the urge to rant and, relying on the master-level aura brought by his [God-Level Criminal Psychology], adjusted the expression on his face to the most perfect state of compassion.

"At the end of the story, we return to that 24th-floor rooftop where it was drizzling."

Shen Feng's voice lowered, as if carrying a biting cold wind that blew into the ears of every audience member.

Xu Nian stood on the edge, her white dress fluttering in the wind. She held her phone, refreshing the live stream chat again and again.

What was she looking for? She was looking for even a single word, "Don't jump," or even a single word, "I believe in you."

"But in the midst of the carnival of 100,000 people, those scattered acts of goodwill were instantly swallowed up by the malicious clamor of 'Jump now!'"

"At 2:14 a.m., Xu Nian gave up."

Shen Feng closed his eyes, as if he were witnessing the despairing soul with his own eyes. "She opened WeChat and sent her last text message to her mother, who was far away in her hometown."

She said, "Mom, it's too cold here, I want to go home."

"bite."

"Three seconds after the text message was sent, her mother called back. The word 'Mom' appeared on the screen. Xu Nian looked at the caller ID, and tears finally broke free."

"But she didn't answer. Because the live stream was flooded with countdown messages."

"10, 9, 8... Why isn't it jumping yet? You're a liar!"

"Xu Nian faced the camera with a smile that was more like a grimace. She released her grip on the railing and, like a fallen leaf, disappeared into the cold night of Jiangzhou."

……

The Provincial Cyber ​​Security Department's large screen was completely silent.

All the technical operators were frozen in place, staring blankly at the man with his eyes closed on the screen.

"Lin... Team Leader Lin..." Technician Xiao Li's teeth were chattering wildly. He stiffly turned his head and handed a paper file to Lin Jianguo.

That was a photocopy of physical evidence extracted by the Jiangzhou Defense Agency from the phone of the deceased's mother, Aunt Zhang, three months ago, after the Rabbit-chan's fall from the building.

Lin Jianguo grabbed the file and stared intently at the last screenshot of a text message.

Sending time: 2:14 AM.

Message from: [Mom, it's too cold here, I want to go home.]

Word for word.

Even the punctuation marks are exactly the same!

"Clatter." The lighter in Lin Jianguo's hand fell to the ground. This tough guy who had worked in criminal investigation for twenty years felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing his heart.

"How could he possibly know..." Lin Jianguo muttered to himself, "Rabbit-chan's phone was smashed to pieces, and Aunt Zhang's phone was sealed away as top-secret evidence. In this world, besides the police investigating the case, there's absolutely no third person who could know the specific contents of this text message!"

"Unless... he was standing on that rooftop when the incident happened, watching her jump!"

At the same time, Shen Feng opened his eyes in the live broadcast room.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight through the camera lens: "Do you think that Xu Nian was killed by the assistant who forged the chat logs? Or by those haters who left malicious comments?"

"No."

"What truly killed her was a cannibalistic system!"

"It's the platform's algorithm that allows controversial content to be pushed endlessly, profiting from people's suffering!"

"These are MCN capital entities that treat young livestreamers like expendable resources, exploiting them with predatory contracts to drain their very essence!"

"It's a black market matrix that monetizes traffic and has virtually zero cost to spread rumors!"

"When the internet can be used to arbitrarily convict, and when the keyboard becomes the safest murder weapon, this public opinion manipulated by capital is a gallows hanging over everyone's head!"

As soon as Shen Feng finished speaking, the entire Tomato Live platform's servers experienced a severe lag.

Top floor CEO's office, Tomato Live headquarters building, CBD, Jiangzhou City.

Mr. Wang slumped in his boss's chair, covered in cold sweat. He stared at the angry comments in the live stream that were about to overflow the screen, and the number of online viewers in the background that had skyrocketed to twelve million. He felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

"Mr. Wang! This is terrible! Our platform's app store rating is plummeting! Countless netizens are accusing us of 'profiting from tragedy'!" The operations director stumbled into the office. "And... and the Jiangzhou Cyberspace Administration has already called the front desk!"

"The patriarch is dealing cards like this, he's going to physically exterminate our entire platform!" Mr. Wang jumped up from his chair in shock, roaring, "Quick! Have the legal department void all those betting contracts involving exorbitant penalty clauses! Immediately! Right now!"

"But Mr. Wang, that's hundreds of millions in potential profits..."

"Profits my ass! What's the point of money if we're dead?!" Boss Wang roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot. "Use the platform's highest official privileges immediately to post a site-wide pinned announcement! Hurry! A second later and we're all going to be working those sewing machines!"