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

Chapter 67 The Canary's Trap is Closed! He even calculated the cost-effectiveness of going to jail?!

Jiangzhou Defense Agency, Special Case Unit Independent Monitoring Room.

Su Qing stared at a short video that "Mr. Shadow" had just posted on her computer screen.

In the video, a jarring, synthesized electronic voice is mocking Shen Feng's guilty conscience: "According to reliable inside information, this bloodthirsty master has secretly contacted overseas intermediaries and is preparing to change safe houses tonight in an attempt to evade legal punishment—"

The video was still playing, but Su Qing could no longer hear the sounds coming from behind.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat, and the chill that crept up her spine made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Two days ago, she sent six completely different pieces of false information to the six core members of the special task force.

Regarding the message that "Shen Feng is about to change his residence," the recipient is Zhao Peng.

Zhao Peng is a young technical monitoring officer who has just graduated from police academy and has only been on the job for eight months.

He always smiles at everyone he meets, is the most enthusiastic about working overtime, and even thoughtfully makes coffee for Su Qing when she stays up late investigating cases.

"It really is you—" Su Qing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Having worked on the front lines of criminal investigation for so many years, Su Qing knew very well that a rookie who had only been on the job for eight months would absolutely not have the courage or the means to contact a dark web force like "Mr. Shadow" that possessed a top-notch hacking workshop.

Zhao Peng is, at best, just a mouthpiece.

Su Qing immediately retrieved Zhao Peng's personal whereabouts data for the past three months.

Through reverse investigation by the Skynet system, an extremely unusual pattern emerged.

Zhao Peng is a bachelor who neither smokes nor drinks, but without fail, he spends an entire afternoon at a dilapidated mahjong parlor called "Juyou" in the old town of Jiangzhou on his four days off every month.

Following the clues, Su Qing investigated the owner of the card and mahjong parlor.

When Su Qing saw the name on the business registration information, her pupils suddenly contracted.

The proprietress's surname is Liu, and she is a cousin of the wife of Wang Hai, the former head of the Economic Crime Investigation Division!

The clues were now complete.

Although Wang Hai has been arrested in the "Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical Case", he and Cao Kun, the pharmaceutical tycoon who committed suicide by jumping off a building, are clearly just pawns pushed out by the entire Jiangzhou interest group.

Their network of relationships was not completely eradicated; instead, like a centipede, it continued to lurk in the shadow of the Jiangzhou Defense Headquarters.

"No wonder three pages of Qin Zheng's forty-seven-page top-secret report were secretly removed—"

Su Qing leaned back in her chair, muttering to herself.

Shen Feng, the man regarded by everyone as an extremely dangerous individual, saw through this deep water much earlier than the entire Defense Agency.

Meanwhile, on the 68th floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

Shen Feng sat in the large boss's chair, watching the negative trending topics on the computer screen refresh wildly, and felt a sudden toothache.

"That Mr. Shadow is truly a master of manipulating public opinion!" Shen Feng mentally ranted. "The public outcry over that fake recording has been insane, and the Defense Agency's spies have probably surrounded the Shanghai World Financial Center like an ironclad fortress! I have to be on tenterhooks even to go downstairs to buy a jianbing (Chinese crepe). What kind of mess is this?!"

Although he was bursting with urges to complain, Shen Feng knew very well that now was not the time to back down.

The war of public opinion is a quagmire; the more you remain silent, the deeper you sink.

To break the deadlock, one must use stronger logic and storytelling to completely muddy the waters and incidentally gain popularity to expand one's own resources.

"Grandmaster," Xiaoyu peeked out from behind the computer screen, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, "The overseas nodes are all connected and ready to stream. But the current comment environment is terrible, full of trolls manipulated by Mr. Shadow. Should I put everyone on mute?"

"No need." Shen Feng picked up his thermos, blew on the goji berries floating on the surface, and said, "It's easier to stop the people from talking than to stop a river from overflowing. Let them rant. Once they're tired of ranting, they'll naturally calm down and listen to the story."

He appears calm and collected on the surface, but is actually panicking.

Shen Feng adjusted the collar of his turtleneck sweater and, with the added boost of his "superior aura," pressed the start button.

In an instant, a barrage of black comments filled the entire screen like snowflakes, and the number of online users soared to over eight million, and was still climbing at an alarming rate.

"A murderer dares to go live on TV?!"

"Why hasn't the National Defense Agency arrested anyone yet? The recordings are solid evidence!"

"Resist the bloodthirsty greed of capital! Resist profiting from human suffering!"

Shen Feng ignored the hostility filling the screen.

He adjusted the angle of the lamp so that the warm yellow light perfectly outlined his angular profile.

[Top-notch Broadcast Voice] is activated, and a deep, mellow voice with extremely strong penetrating power instantly resonates in the ears of millions.

"Last night, we discussed a trick involving switching corpses," Shen Feng said calmly. "Many people are amazed by Shi Hong's mathematical genius. But have you ever wondered why someone with such extraordinary talent would go to such lengths for an ordinary single mother?"

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment.

"In the eyes of the world, Shi Hong is an oddball." Shen Feng's gaze was deep, as if he could see through the screen and see the soul struggling in the cramped rented room. "Every day, besides teaching, he does nothing but solve math problems. He has no friends, no social life, messy hair, and dull eyes. He's like a machine that can only run logical formulas, unable to find any meaning in this noisy world."

"Until one day, he felt that the machine should be scrapped."

Shen Feng's voice was low, yet carried a power that struck straight to the heart: "He put the noose around his neck and kicked away the stool beneath his feet. Just as he was about to embrace death—"

The doorbell rang.

Shen Feng tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on the solid wood table.

"Thump."

The slight thud, combined with the emotional resonance brought about by the "God-Level Criminal Psychology," caused the hearts of millions of viewers in the live stream to involuntarily skip a beat.

He struggled to free his neck from the noose and opened the door. Outside stood his new neighbor, Yasuko, and her daughter.

"They were dressed in clean clothes, with bright smiles on their faces, and said to him: 'Hello, we are your new neighbors, please take care of us.'"

"For Yasuko and her daughter, it was just an ordinary exchange of pleasantries. But for Ishihiro—"

"That was the brightest light he had ever seen in his life."

"From that day on, his only motivation to live was to go to the convenience store where Jingzi worked every morning and buy a signature bento that he didn't like at all, just to catch a glimpse of her smile."

In the live stream, the number of trolls and online trolls who were frantically spamming the chat had miraculously decreased by more than half.

An indescribable sense of oppression spread along the internet cable to everyone's screen.

"So, when Jingzi accidentally killed her exploitative ex-husband, Shi Hong didn't call the police." Shen Feng's tone shifted, becoming absolutely rational again. "He not only replaced the body, he even—had already written the script for taking the blame himself."

Question marks filled the screen.

"Take the blame? Isn't that obvious? If you help someone cover up a murder, you'll eventually have to take the fall yourself."

"What's so great about that? It's just the self-cultivation of a simp."

Looking at these comments, Shen Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Do you think his sacrifice was just a momentary impulse?" Shen Feng shook his head. "No."

He was a mathematician. He treated the act of "dedication" as a rigorous mathematical problem to solve.

"He calculated the current legal provisions in Jiangzhou. If he surrendered and confessed to killing his ex-husband and the homeless man, considering his voluntary confession and protection of his neighbors, he would most likely be sentenced to life imprisonment rather than the death penalty."

"He calculated Yasuko's current salary and her daughter's future tuition fees, and confirmed that as long as there was no extortion from her ex-husband, the mother and daughter could live a decent life."

"He even consulted a large amount of medical literature, calculating how many years he could live in a prison environment given his current physical condition. He wanted to ensure he could live long enough in prison, long enough for the police to completely lose interest in the case, long enough for Yasuko's daughter to graduate from university, get married, and have children!"

"He fabricated false clues pointing to himself, he kept the murder weapon, and he planned the timing of his surrender. He packaged all the clues, all the logic, and all the crimes, tightly binding them all to himself!"

"He even calculated the cost-effectiveness of going to jail to two decimal places!"

At this moment, the number of online viewers in the live stream, which had already exceeded 15 million, fell into a deathly silence.

Millions of viewers were completely overwhelmed by the genius's almost pathological, yet pure and extreme despair and love!

Is this the kind of logic a carbon-based being could come up with?! To quantify one's own life, one's own freedom, and even the shame of one's entire life into a mathematical formula, just to pave the way for another woman's remaining years!

After a long pause of more than ten seconds, a lone comment slowly floated across the screen: "This is not a perfect crime at all—this is the most cruel martyrdom—"