Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The moon is in the sky.

The stars twinkle among the clouds.

【A Newspaper Office】The lights in the coffee shop are on.

The lights were also on in the bakery next door.

The bodyguards crowded inside to drink coffee and eat bread, their voices almost muffled in the store.

Several black cars were parked quietly at the door, and everything seemed very quiet.

The first floor of the coffee shop was empty. The metal-bodied coffee machine quietly reflected the motionless flowers and lights in the room, as well as several empty wine bottles lying crookedly on a table.

On the second floor, Ye Kong sat on the carpet with his back against the bed, wearing warm VR glasses on his face.

Behind her, Wen Can was lying unconscious on her bed - he was drunk and fell asleep after drinking several bottles of wine.

The night breeze was blowing outside the window, and the bodyguards' voices in the bakery turned into hypnotic whispers. In such a quiet night, Ye Kong saw Chi Wandao again in the virtual world.

Those warm parts now seem to have completely changed color. Looking at the lively Chi Wandao who can run and laugh, Ye Kong can hardly describe the feeling in his heart, until the explosion happened again.

-

Not the same.

When his vision became blurred and shattered, and pear blossoms all over the sky appeared outside the cracked glass, Ye Kong knew that Wen Can had made changes to the onboard image.

The change is that he went from being a helpless survivor outside the car to a victim inside the car who was unable to escape.

He turned into Chi Machete.

-

The explosion was so close that it seemed to occur inside the body, but the flames were still burning after the loud bang.

The vision was distorted, everything was melting, boiling, evaporating and splashing everywhere.

VR glasses cannot transmit pain, but they can connect the five senses. Just like when people see bloody bones piercing the flesh, they will involuntarily twist their faces to feel the pain. Such extremely realistic vision is enough to bring a horrible feeling to the experiencer's brain.

Ye Kong's hands involuntarily clasped the carpet tightly.

She thought it should be over, but the image continued.

"She" lowered her head and saw her burning legs, the metal piercing her arms, and the endless blood all over her body.

"She" looked to the left, and saw the sky outside the jagged and hideous glass window, which was within reach but forever out of reach.

"She" looked to the right and saw the flying ashes of book pages. On those burning pieces of paper, some were "Flowers of the Galaxy" and some were "Handbook of Wisdom in Family Management".

Finally, "she" turned her gaze forward.

Through the red flames and the twisted air, "she" saw her child, stood up from the pear blossoms, and turned away from the road.

But he didn't really go out.

He just turned his back to her and walked further and further away. On the way, he put on a suit and tie, his face gradually matured, and he walked in and out of the noble and elegant manor in high-end leather shoes. He talked and laughed with the enemy who killed him, and was respectful to the accomplice who hid the truth. He walked in the VIP channel of the airport and walked in the high-rise buildings surrounded by elites. He went to many places, saw many landscapes, made a lot of money, and experienced many things...

He continued with his life, and without stopping for a moment, he gradually grew into an extremely successful person.

But the car is stuck in the same place forever.

The fire also continued to burn.

-

This video has no end.

The Wen Can in the distance outside the window is him in the real world—President Wen of Wen’s Group, who has been seen countless times in various high-end places.

Wen Can implanted these images into the video, completely linking his fictional Chi Wandao and the real him together.

The sound of fire burning in my head continued, as if it would never end - or perhaps it would only end when the Wen Can in my sight died.

-

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Kong finally tore off the device.

It was a not-so-light object, and it hit the carpet with a very light muffled sound.

Then there was no sound.

Ye Kong sat on the carpet motionless for a long time before he shifted his gaze to look at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

The night was boundless, and the glass reflected a large area of ​​the interior decoration and the figure sleeping soundly on the bed.

She looked at the sleeping shadow, and everything that happened on the way back involuntarily emerged in her head, which still remembered the burning sound.

The words that Wen Can said.

She thought that it was understandable that he felt ashamed and collapsed because of his truest emotions in his heart. In fact, the mind of a murderer was not worth studying. What kind of person was Wen Rong, who he loved and who he didn't love, whether he was acting or it was real, were all not worth studying. All we had to know was that he broke the law and he deserved to die.

Yes, this is true for everyone - but for Wen Can... he can do nothing about it.

Faintly, another shadow appeared on the glass.

That was the scene she saw in Southport.

In the dim light illuminated only by the moonlight, Wen Rong, wearing a mask, beat his son madly at night, trying to beat him to death. Wen Can knew who was under the mask, and knew that just shouting out his name would scare him so much that he could easily fight back, but he remained silent.

At that time, Ye Kong didn't understand why she shed tears at that scene, but now, she seemed to vaguely understand.

Such a crazy, hideous, yet silent and silent scene.

The vision gradually became blurred.

Something formed a film over the pupil, then gathered together, soaked the lower eye socket, and fell heavily.

It's tears.

Ye Kong no longer panicked and touched his eyes like he did the first time he cried.

She still just sat there, continuing to look at the drunken shadow on the bed.

She saw his wounds.

Unlike the unharmed Wen Can lying on the bed, she saw another Wen Can covered in scars in the glass.

He did not cry out in pain, nor did he even show any expression of endurance, but the blood gradually soaked his clothes.

Ye Kong just leaned against the bed, looking at his shadow on the glass, without saying a word, but tears flowed for a long time without him realizing it.

There was probably a strong wind blowing outside the window, and the glass door downstairs was shaking, causing the wind chimes to ring.

Amid the sound of distant bells, Ye Kong heard his own voice coming from a distant time and space.

"If someone can make me understand what true love is one day, I am willing to give him all my wealth."

Young Ye Shiyi sat on a branch of an apple tree and casually shook a small wind chime made of fruit.

Amid the sound as clear as that of spring water, someone under the tree turned his head to look over. His eyes sparkled in the mottled light and he was smiling.

"Are you sure? Whatever the emotion is?"

The boy's voice was vague and malicious: "What if it's pain? What if it's a strong, unrelieved, and unsolvable sadness? That would be extremely uncomfortable, and you might cry."

After a snort of laughter, Ye Shiyi on the tree clapped his hands three times crisply.

"Isn't that even better? If there really is such a person, then not only can I share half of my current net worth, but also my future income with him. Even a large part is fine."

"Haha, you are so arrogant. I don't know whether I should envy that person in advance or sympathize with him."

The boy's laughter and the sound of the fruit shell bells floated into the midsummer sky on the wind and floated to this quiet spring night many years later.

Ye Kong washed his eyes with tears, and murmured to himself as he looked at the ambiguous shadow on the glass: "You're right. This feeling is really unpleasant."

·

The phone next to me vibrated.

Ye Kong picked it up, took a look at it, and clicked on the message.

It was Qu Wu who sent the progress report.

She wiped her face and looked frowning.

The news that Qu Wu posted on another social platform using his employee account about suing Weibo received great exposure, with more than 200,000 likes and more than 50,000 comments. From this point on, the influence also spread to other platforms at the same time.

Forums, Weibo, and video sites were all simultaneously carrying this post in different ways. With the surge in traffic, the celebrity scandal that was temporarily released on Weibo was severely suppressed.

The top two hot search terms became "The Undead Demon Sues Weibo for Thousands of Millions in Claims" and "Ye Kong, the Undead Demon, Goes to War for His Blue Friend".

Views and engagement are soaring.

Qu Wu: They have been forcibly changing the popularity and trying to remove the trending search, but their programmers are too busy tonight and can't take care of so many things.

A few minutes later, Qu Wu sent another message.

[The other party contacted us and wanted to communicate privately. The solution they offered was that we withdraw the lawsuit and the studio should stop making any updates on the matter. Then they would cancel the ban on the account. The original Weibo post would not be deleted, and netizens could continue to interact under that Weibo post.]

Ye Kong curled the corners of his mouth in contempt and typed the word "reject".

[Either lift the ban or go to court, or do they want to treat me like an ordinary netizen who they can ban and cancel without paying any price? Then I'll give it a try. Anyway, I have plenty of money and time. ]

I guess they're dealing with it over there.

After a while, Qu Wu suddenly asked: [Are you unhappy? ]

【How to say? 】

[I've never seen you so emotional, it's so rare, it's like the sun rising in the middle of the night, I feel so refreshed]

【…】

Ye Kong took a deep breath.

After a long time, Qu Wu sent a message.

They compromised.

【. 】

[Your fans hacked into your boss’ Weibo account to the point where it was in one-click protection mode, and a crazy hacker sent a threatening message to your boss, saying he was going to open the accounts of his entire family]

Ye Kong: ...

[That crazy hacker isn't you, is he? ]

【Surprised.JPG I am a good citizen, how could I do such a thing? 】

Ye Kong: ...

·

When the account of the Undead Demon Studio returned to normal, the sky was already turning pale.

But countless netizens who were still heating up this matter late into the night were like people who had been given a shot of chicken blood. They covered themselves with quilts, hid in the toilet, or simply gathered around the table in the dormitory holding each other's hands, and at the same time cheered loudly, big or small, wantonly or suppressed.

"Great!"

"Keep posting!"

"I still don't believe it!"

"Ahhhhh I want that beast to die!!!"

"Although the topic has been revived, the heat has been decreasing! Keep going!"

“Post, post, post…”

·

There was a slight movement on the bed.

Ye Kong put down his phone and turned to look.