Quickly wear the cannon fodder to turn over and sing

Xiao Minglang was filled with anger, but he knew that impulse would not solve the problem. He had to prove his innocence.

He dug out the outline, reflections and draft of the article he had written before, and then began running around, trying to use them to prove that he did not plagiarize, and that it was Jia Xianhui who plagiarized his article.

However, on the contrary, Jia Xianhui finished the article two days earlier than him, and that article has already caused a strong social response and received widespread recognition and praise!

This fact shocked and confused him. He had originally firmly believed that he was the original author, but now he fell into deep self-doubt.

Did he really misunderstand Jia Xianhui? Did he really plagiarize without knowing it?

The manuscript outline can prove that he did not plagiarize, but no one believes him except himself who knows that he did not plagiarize.

He was busy for several days, but ended up being accused of plagiarism.

Xiao Minglang returned home tired, locked himself in the room, his mind in a mess.

I did not plagiarize, and neither did Jia Xianhui, so what was going on?

For a time, rumors about Xiao Minglang spread all over the streets. People pointed fingers at him, and the once highly respected and praised writer became the target of public criticism.

His career fell into an unprecedented predicament and his reputation plummeted.

However, in the face of all this, Xiao Minglang did not succumb to pressure. He always firmly believed in the principle that "the innocent will be cleared".

Some people began to attack him fiercely in the newspapers, asking whether he had reached the end of his rope and could no longer create works that were truly his own.

Others began to doubt whether Xiao Minglang's previous articles were written by him. They believed that if his current works were problematic, then his past achievements might just be an illusion.

At this time, someone else came forward and claimed that the article he wrote was taken over by Xiao Minglang. These so-called "evidences" made Xiao Minglang so angry that he fell ill.

Xiao Minglang, lying on the sickbed, was in a very heavy mood. Only then did he realize that Jia Xianhui was not only of extraordinary status, but also vindictive.

He decided to go to Jia Xianhui to argue and ask for an explanation after he recovered. But before he recovered, Jia Xianhui came to his house.

"Mr. Xiao, how are you?" Jia Xianhui walked in with a group of people, smiling.

Xiao Minglang glared at her, "How dare you come here? Are you trespassing?"

Jia Xianhui asked back: "Why don't I dare to come? Trespassing? There is no place in Marshal Jia's territory that I can't go? But you, you must be having a hard time now, right?"

"Thanks to you!" Xiao Minglang said gritting his teeth.

Jia Xianhui smiled and said, "Actually, if you are willing to listen, I can still consider letting you go."

"Don't even think about it!" Xiao Minglang yelled, "You plagiarized me!"

"Where's the evidence?" Jia Xianhui said smugly, "Who do you think will believe you? Mr. Xiao, I advise you to be sensible."

Jia Xianhui ordered his men again, "Take him away!"

Eventually, he was forcibly taken away and disappeared into the darkness.

Xiao Minglang was taken to a secret place, which was a secluded house.

In this house, Xiao Minglang was imprisoned in a small room. His freedom was strictly restricted and he could not contact the outside world.

Jia Xianhui threatened him with his family and forced him to write articles every day. When he was in a good mood, she let him take a breath in the yard, and when he was in a bad mood, she tortured him.

Later, he was forced to write some articles praising the achievements of the country and whitewashing the situation, which he absolutely could not tolerate.

After pretending to agree, he ended his life that night.