Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

——I’m sorry, I once followed the trend and joined the crusade against xx. I didn’t know that my words would cause such great harm to others. I apologize.

——I’m sorry, I was also involved. I didn’t know the truth, but I thought that since so many people said she was wrong, it must be her fault. I apologize.

——I’m sorry, I was in a bad mood at the time, so I cursed a few times to vent my frustration. I apologize.

——I’m sorry. I…

The dog at the entrance of the village barked, and then the dogs in the village followed suit, even though they didn't know why they were barking.

Boss Qi, who had just killed another keyboard warrior, hadn't even walked out of the screen when he saw the overwhelming apology remarks and curled his lips sarcastically.

So a comment appeared under each apology text.

——I don’t forgive!

Ata: "Boss, do you think they really don't know that their words will hurt others?"

Qi An sneered: "Of course I know, but they think, if everyone else is cursing, what's wrong with me cursing a few words, if everyone else is throwing paint, what's wrong with me throwing a few buckets of paint too?"

The biggest characteristic of group crimes is that everyone thinks they are innocent, not to mention that the virtual network makes people unscrupulous.

But in fact, when an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent.

With so many deaths, some news can no longer be covered up.

The relevant departments urgently issued a notice, saying that recently there has been a serial killer targeting keyboard warriors who took the lead in exposing others online, so everyone is requested to be careful with their words.

It is impossible for the authorities to not see the online comments, but this notice did not refute the rumors or deny netizens’ speculation about “ghost killings.”

In addition, the death toll was still increasing, and videos of the scene were uploaded one after another, and the panic quickly reached its peak.

For more than ten days, people died every day, and without exception, they were keyboard warriors who led the cyber violence.

Under great panic, some people began to record tearful apology videos under their real names and reflect on their own behavior.

Even if I just made a casual comment like "Go to hell" at the time, I would still worry about retaliation.

Some people have taken a different approach and started donating to charity in poor areas, and posted proof of their donations to prove that they are atonement.

The online environment has reached an unprecedented level of harmony and friendship.

That day, after killing the last idiot who had led the cyber violence, Qi An began to change his tactics.

In the next few days, all hospitals across the country were suddenly overcrowded.

Overnight, many more patients came for treatment. Without exception, all of them had rotten hands, and some patients' bones were exposed when they came.

The decay was happening so fast that no medication could alleviate it, and it was still spreading to the arm.

In the end, these people had no choice but to saw off their hands to save their lives.

They knew very well that these hands had followed the trend in cyberbullying others, and this was retribution.

However, compared to those cyber violence leaders who died tragically, they were lucky to have only lost their hands. At least they were still alive.

Those who survived by chance later realized that they were still naive.

Because not only did they lose their hands, they also had three red words tattooed on their foreheads - Keyboard Warriors.

The kind that can't be covered or removed no matter what.

I will have to live my whole life with these three words on my forehead. It’s suffocating just thinking about it. Who says social death is not death?

It was Ata who reminded Qi An of this idea.

After killing those extremely evil leaders, Qi An fell into silence as he looked at the overwhelming confessions and apologies on the Internet.

There are too many of them. It's unrealistic to kill them all.

But we can't just let them go like this. They have to pay the price for following the trend of online violence.

Otherwise, when they go out in the future, who would know that they have hurt others in the virtual online world.

Ata hesitated: "Yeah, the word bad guy is not written on his face."

Qi An's eyes lit up. Yes, then just write it on their faces.

The terror hunt finally stopped.

No one dared to speak nonsense on the Internet anymore, and cyberbullying others became a taboo. People learned to use civilized language in an instant.

A new Internet law was also introduced, which stipulates that those who cyberbully and spread rumors about others will be sentenced to criminal punishment depending on the severity of the circumstances. The Internet is no longer a lawless place.

There are no more so-called anonymous accounts. All netizens must be authenticated with their real names. The avatar is the real person, and everyone is responsible for every word they type.

As long as malicious attacks or cyberbullying of others are discovered and confirmed, not only will the person wearing the silver bracelet be put on the Internet blacklist.

Once you are blacklisted, you will no longer be able to register any online account, and like people of dishonesty, your descendants’ chances of taking civil service exams or finding employment will be affected.

The reason why keyboard warriors exist is, first, that they are not taken seriously and are not under control, and second, that there are too many virtual protection layers.

They dare to hide behind layers of virtuality and use the help of many like-minded people to disgust others, but they dare not do it with their true faces.

Without the protective layer, the former keyboard warriors have learned to speak human language without any instruction.

They live with the words on their foreheads, the strange looks from others, the complaints and disgust from their children, and the pain of broken hands always in their minds. They tremble in fear and are cautious in their words and actions.

Ata asked Qi An: "Every year people die because of cyber violence, why didn't you take it seriously before?"

Someone always dies from cyber violence, the whole network condemns it, it calms down for a while, and then the next cyber violence begins. Why does no one do anything?

Qi An sneered: "Have you ever seen truly sensitive content posted online? For example, harmful content involving Z."

Ata shook his head.

"So, there is nothing that cannot be managed, it's just that we don't take it seriously. It's just a small matter and it doesn't affect the overall situation."

There are too many casualties now, causing panic among the entire nation, and we have to take it seriously.

Ata seemed to understand but not quite.

Li Siting's wish, besides revenge, is to save people.

She said, "If you can, could you please save that poor mother and her child?"

Qi An agreed to her.

Time goes back, some things have not happened yet, and some regrets can still be undone.

In a primary school, children are chasing and playing, and their carefree laughter fills the campus.

On the playground, the lively little boy is running, jumping and playing with his classmates, making faces from time to time, looking naughty and cute.

Suddenly a car lost control and rushed towards him backwards. The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge.

The little boy was so frightened that he stood there motionless. The adults and children who saw this scene screamed in fear.

"Be careful, run..."

"Stop, there's someone behind you, stop quickly..."

The car had already reached the little boy. Seeing the tragedy about to happen, many children had closed their eyes in fear.

Suddenly, the car seemed to have been kicked violently, and it made a strange sharp turn. Then, as if the brakes failed, it crashed into the wall at lightning speed.

With a loud bang, the wall collapsed instantly. The rear of the car was deeply embedded in the wall. The bricks and stones buried the person in the driver's seat, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

At the critical moment, the little boy was pulled into someone's arms, and the person was holding a candied haws in his hand.

His face was pale as he trembled in Qi An's arms until his teachers and classmates surrounded him, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

Then he burst into tears.