Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Ata: "Boss, is she really crazy?"

Qi An frowned, stretched out a finger and pointed at Zhang Yanyan in the air. A beam of light penetrated into her forehead and quickly disappeared.

"I don't care whether she is really crazy or not. As long as I don't allow her to, she won't be crazy."

If she goes crazy, she won't know anything. It's too easy for her. She needs to live soberly and atone for her sins soberly.

The confusion in Zhang Yanyan's eyes faded away, and her eyes gradually became clear.

Thinking of the heartbreaking scenes she had just seen, she collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I want to go home, let me go home... This is not my home..."

After making sure she was awake, Qi An left with satisfaction.

From now on, she will often "see" those warm and loving scenes, watching how that "Yan Yan" cherishes everything that she disdains, and lives happily in that world.

And all that happiness...originally belonged to her.

She will spend the rest of her life in regret and collapse.

This is truly a life worse than death.

In the following years, Song's father's business became more and more prosperous, and Song Xingchen passed the imperial examination and became the youngest top scholar in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Qi An concentrates on his career of lying low, "eating" his father and "eating" his younger brother, and his life is like a god.

Qi An left this world only after Song's father passed away.

Empty space.

The places that were empty in the past are now filled with many artifacts for lying down that look very comfortable at first glance.

Ata held the white cat in his arms, curled up in the soft sofa, and said with emotion: "Boss, lying down is so comfortable. I don't even want to work hard anymore."

Qi An was slumped in the rocking chair, rocking like a boneless person, with a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

Hearing this, she stretched halfway and then collapsed comfortably.

Who said no?

She didn't want to try anymore.

The two were lying comfortably when suddenly Ata's ears moved and his face wrinkled into a bitter look.

Qi An also sensed the breath of the soul: "Is it alive?"

Ata nodded with a bitter face.

The two men stood up with difficulty, ready to greet the next petitioner.

The young girl had a pretty face, but she seemed to be wrapped in black mud. She looked lifeless and there was no light in her eyes.

This was a patient suffering from severe depression who jumped from the roof of a building more than ten stories high and ended his young life.

"Did you see who killed you?"

"No, they are on the moral high ground. Under the holy light, I can't see their faces clearly."

*

Late at night, in the old rental house, the dirty and low-quality curtains were drawn tightly, and garbage was everywhere.

Unfinished takeout, instant noodle bowls, beer and drink bottles, underwear and smelly socks were thrown everywhere, and the entire small space was so dirty that there was no place to step.

The weather was already very hot, the sour smell of fermentation filled the air, mosquitoes and flies were flying around, and people with obsessive-compulsive disorder would die on the spot if they came in.

Sitting in front of the greasy table was an even greasy man, who looked to be in his thirties and was the biggest piece of trash in the room.

He blended in perfectly with this garbage-like room, with no sense of incongruity.

There was a desktop computer on the table. It was very old and the buzzing sound when the main computer was running was so irritating that it made people feel irritated.

But it was obvious that the man was not annoyed at all. His eyes were shining and there was a strange smile on his bumpy and greasy face. The blue light reflected on his face made him look like an ugly monster.

On the screen is a webpage of a social networking site, which contains a report.

The girl was followed and sexually assaulted while walking through an alley after her night shift. In order to save her life, she did not resist. After she escaped safely, she called the police and sent the criminal to prison.

There are a lot of comments under this news. The amazing thing is that not many people condemn the beast who committed the crime. Instead, they all point their fingers at the girl who was victimized for no reason.

Late at night, the girl wore a skirt and walked in the alley without resisting, and all of these became original sins.

A group of monsters hiding behind the Internet popped up like flies smelling blood and started a party.

The comment section was filled with shocking obscenities that tore the victim's soul and dignity into pieces.

This group of monsters has a unified name, called "Keyboard Warriors".

Most of them have accomplished nothing in real life, are cowardly and incompetent, and are complete cowards, losers, and trash.

When the frustration and anxiety in reality accumulate to a certain level, they choose the most twisted way to vent their anger.

- Attack, curse and even spread rumors wantonly on the Internet, criticize others righteously from the moral high ground, and gain an extraordinary sense of accomplishment from it.

Murder is against the law, but by hiding behind the Internet and tapping on the keyboard, they have thousands of "teammates", and the law does not hold everyone responsible, so the feeling of dominating the fate of others fascinates them.

They call this kind of online violence "chivalrous and righteous" and consider themselves to be the guardians of morality.

The man sitting in front of the computer is a moral guardian.

He has accomplished nothing in life and is timid and afraid to offend anyone, but on the Internet, he can do anything.

Once he sits in front of the computer and touches the keyboard, the resentment and anger accumulated in his heart will burst out like venom and spray towards others through the Internet.

He likes to comment on current affairs and has created many social media accounts, all of which are filled with curses and rumors.

When a star was injured during filming due to a problem with the wirework, he reposted it and said "I hope you fall to your death next time".

Someone was blackmailed when he helped an old man, and he said, "How dare you help this old man? You deserve it."

When a celebrity has problems in his marriage, he says, "This woman must be loose."

In his words, all the victimized women "deserve it, they are slutty and deserve to be fucked".

With just a network cable between them, he took off his human skin and revealed his meanness and viciousness, because this allowed him to temporarily forget his incompetence in reality.

His ten fingers flew across the keyboard, a large number of disgusting and obscene words appeared on the page, and he couldn't wait to join the online carnival.

"After having fun, he bites back. It's really unfair for the guy who went in."

"You sneak into the alley in the middle of the night. It's obvious that you want to be fucked by a man. Why are you pretending to be innocent?"

"That's right. She's wearing a suspender skirt. What decent woman would go out at night wearing something so revealing? She must be fishing."

"Plus one means it's empty, and I'm deliberately looking for grass."

"I agree with the guy above. If you really don't want to be fucked, why don't you resist?"

"Maybe she was the one who seduced him. There are photos of that guy online. He's quite handsome. Maybe this woman raped him, haha."

"You were lying down and letting me fuck you, how dare you call the police?"

"Hehe, let me make a bold guess. Maybe that guy's skills weren't good enough to satisfy her, so he got mad..."

"It makes sense."

……

Occasionally, some netizens who couldn’t stand it would speak up for the girl, but they were cursed back by the man with disgusting and obscene words, and they had no choice but to leave.

"Hehe." The man sat in front of the keyboard and smiled smugly, his face twisted with excitement.

He typed: "If you have the guts, get out through the network cable and hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly began to flicker and fluctuate, as if something was hidden in it.

The man rubbed his eyes, cursed, and kicked the host computer.

When he looked up again, his disgusting smile froze on his face, his pupils dilated sharply, his lips trembled, and he was fixed on the chair, unable to move.

The website page disappeared, and three large bloody words appeared on a pure black background.

Coming right here!

In his horrified eyes, a pair of slender, white, blood-covered hands slowly emerged from the screen and reached out to him.