"After deleting the video, release some misleading information, such as movie special effects..." Feng Qian spoke eloquently about his solution.
It's just some videos and photos circulating online, what's the big deal?
Mu Xingrui shook his head as he listened. "The difficulty lies in the first step. We simply cannot delete the source of those videos and pictures of Luo Dian's rampage, killing people and chopping down buildings!"
"Huh?!" Feng Qian seemed somewhat shocked. "What's going on?"
Mu Xingrui pondered for a moment and said, "Either they are an extremely skilled internet user who created data that cannot be deleted."
"Or... this could be another supernatural event, spreading online through videos and photos from Luo Dian."
Feng Qian was shocked by Mu Xingrui's bold guess, but upon further reflection, he felt that it made some sense.
"Alright, go ahead and do your work. Let the public opinion management department handle this as soon as possible." Mu Xingrui waved his hand.
Feng Qian respectfully left the office. The news about the supernatural event had suddenly leaked online, which had indeed caught the Investigation Bureau off guard.
In fact, they are not afraid of the public knowing too much, because the public is easily fooled. Even if they accidentally come into contact with real guns, the authorities have ways to reverse public opinion.
What we really need to be wary of are other countries.
I've heard that many supernatural events have occurred abroad, but each country is keeping it very secret, trying to cover it up and monopolize the benefits brought by the supernatural.
The bright light of the streetlights illuminated the streets at night, casting a long shadow of Jiang Jianwei.
She was wearing cheap clothes she bought online, which looked decent on the surface, but were actually quite uncomfortable.
Her face was etched with exhaustion. As a working woman who stayed up late every day and was also an older, unmarried woman, she felt a lot of malice every day, as if the whole world was against her.
After getting off work, she walked for a long time before finally returning to the front of her dilapidated rented room. She took out her key, opened the door, and went inside.
The room was cramped and messy, with all sorts of cheap fast food items scattered everywhere. Given the room's size, even if she wanted to keep it clean and spacious, it was simply impossible, so she just left it to rot.
I'm already exhausted from work every day, I really don't have time to do housework.
I remember back in my student days, she was quite a clean freak, but now she can tolerate the messiness of her rented apartment. Isn't that a kind of progress?
The more I think about it, the more ironic it seems.
All those years of hard study were just to face the hardships of life in society.
She ate two packets of instant noodles as a late-night snack, washed her face, and did a quick freshening up. Then, Jiang Jianwei threw herself onto the bed, took out her phone, and started scrolling through short videos.
Short videos, in a sense, can be considered fragmented junk information.
Even though she knew it was rubbish, Jiang Jianwei continued watching anyway. Her rest time had been squeezed to the limit by work; what other choice did she have but to absorb this fragmented information and learn about things outside of work?
Leaks featuring male livestreamers on the fringes of the entertainment industry and mindless short stories—these things allow her to temporarily set aside her negative emotions and gain a moment of pleasure.
She couldn't possibly do what the experts suggested, using her time after get off work to learn this and that and enrich herself.
The high-intensity work had already exhausted her physically and mentally. To do anything that required physical or mental exertion would simply be burning through her lifespan!
"Speaking of which, why hasn't Zhang Xiaowu, the borderline male streamer I used to follow, posted any videos or done any live streams anymore?"
This question didn't linger in Jiang Jianwei's mind for long; she continued scrolling through her phone out of boredom.
Then she saw the famous scene of an office building in New Yan City being split in two.
"Does anyone really believe that this office building collapsed because of a gas explosion? If a single gas cylinder could blow up a building, that would be pure shoddy construction, and those responsible must be held accountable!"
Don't be fooled by the official announcements; the truth is right here!
"The public has the right to know. We don't want to be misled; we want to know the truth!"
After watching the entire video, Jiang Jianwei suddenly felt a little curious. She immediately did some related searches and looked at the videos and photos that had been circulating online over and over again.
The video features a demon wielding a large, black machete, its skin charred and smoking—it's incredibly thrilling!
At that moment, her physical and mental fatigue seemed to vanish without a trace. With a gossipy expression, she began to browse through all the information about "evil spirits," becoming more and more excited as she read.
However, the online accounts are varied and conflicting. Some say that the "evil spirit" is the boss of a violent debt collection company in New Yan City who suddenly mutated and went mad; others say that it is a practitioner of evil arts who went astray and lost his mind.
Various short stories flashed before Jiang Jianwei's eyes. After the initial excitement, she felt speechless. Nowadays, netizens are really cunning, making up stories with the slightest effort.
Just as she was feeling tired and wanted to turn off her phone and go to sleep, she suddenly saw a short video that provided a very detailed and reliable explanation of "evil spirits".
The trailer for director XX's latest movie has been released, stay tuned!
"Shocking! The special effects created by the XX team are incredibly realistic!"
Seeing this, Jiang Jianwei rolled her eyes, feeling utterly bored. "So it was just movie special effects. I knew it! How could there be a crazed demon going around hacking people to death in the real world?"
"With special effects like this, the movie is probably going to be a flop."
With a sigh, Jiang Jianwei felt very sleepy, but she suffered from urinary incontinence. No matter how tired she was, she had to go to the toilet before going to bed, otherwise she couldn't fall asleep.
She was already a corporate slave with a lot of bad habits. Sometimes she would complain about how pretentious she was, saying that she was destined to be a servant but had the airs of a princess.
Despite complaining in her heart, she still stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
The bathroom mirror reflected her image. Jiang Jianwei glanced at it a few more times, feeling that the mirror seemed a little strange today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
It was too late, and she didn't have the energy to think about any of that. After using the restroom, she quickly went to bed and went to sleep.
Although she hates her colleagues, her boss, humanity, and the world in her daily life—she's practically the epitome of pure hatred—she never hesitates to clock in for work, as it's related to her perfect attendance record.
Jiang Jianwei quickly fell asleep, didn't notice that after she left the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror didn't disappear with her. Instead, like a painting, it remained in the mirror, its eyes vacant, staring blankly into the distance.