Microscopes Come Alive: Netizens Uncover Clues About the Skydiving Incident

Back at the camp, Jiang Fang swept his gaze around and, sure enough, did not see Qin Yan.

Jiang Fang smiled faintly, rubbed the kitten's warm little head, packed up his things, and went into the tent.

His effort had not been in vain. Everything had gone as expected; he just did not know what Qin Yan would do.

When Qin Yan returned to camp, only Fang Yi was still outside the tent.

"Brother Qin, where did you go? Why are you only back now?!"

Qin Yan froze where he stood, staring at Jiang Fang's tent in a daze.

"Brother Qin? Brother Qin?" Seeing no response, Fang Yi waved a hand in front of his face. "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Yan came back to himself and brushed him off. "Nothing. I'm a little tired. I'm going to sleep first."

"Oh... huh?"

Fang "the camp's only sweet innocent fool" Yi: It's not even eight yet. Is everyone going to bed this early?

Back in his tent, Jiang Fang and Bai Ziyu's conversation still seemed to echo in his ears.

It had not been an accident.

The extreme skydive in the first shot had not been an accident at all. It had been premeditated murder.

Qin Yan clenched his fists. Recalling what had happened then, he gritted his teeth as a wave of lingering fear rose within him.

If there had been even the slightest mistake back then, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

That lively Jiang Fang—the one who teased him and played with the kitten—might have ceased to exist.

Qin Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he could not suppress the fury in his heart.

Bai! Zi! Yu!

Thinking of the two solutions Jiang Fang had offered Bai Ziyu, Qin Yan still felt that Jiang Fang was too kind. Turning himself in was what Bai Ziyu ought to do. That cliff was only seven or eight meters high—how could that possibly be enough to repay his debt?

Besides, Bai Ziyu was still harboring malicious intentions. Jiang Fang had not seen it, but Qin Yan had caught Bai Ziyu's vicious gaze in full. If he had dared to kill someone on a live variety show, what else would he not dare to do?

Qin Yan had spent several years navigating the entertainment industry and had seen too many people like that—one face in public, another behind the scenes. Backstabbing was commonplace.

Bai Ziyu would never let this go so easily. With such a huge weakness in Jiang Fang's hands, the best option would be to go all the way and eliminate the root of the problem.

After thinking it over, Qin Yan pulled a black communicator from his bag.

Everyone in camp was making their own calculations, while Jiang Fang's declaration that "Bai Ziyu owes him two lives" once again thrust him into the eye of the storm.

No, more precisely, it thrust both Bai Ziyu and Jiang Fang into the eye of the storm.

As one of the entertainment industry's hottest rising stars, Bai Ziyu still had as many fans as ever despite his recent poor performance on the livestream, where he had repeatedly made a fool of himself and lost a wave of supporters. That was simply the state of the domestic entertainment industry.

Jiang Fang, on the other hand, had gained a number of fans, and plenty of people spoke up for him in the livestream, but his supporters on Weibo were still no match for Bai Ziyu's.

Otherwise, the uproar would not have reached B University.

But Jiang Fang could not contact the outside world right now, so he knew nothing about any of this.

Nor did he know that the words he had used merely to frighten Bai Ziyu had become prophecy.

#Jiang Fang Claims Bai Ziyu Owes Him Two Lives#

The hashtag shot up the trending list, and more people were mocking Jiang Fang.

[What the hell is this? Jiang Fang can only run his mouth for a few more days. Once the show ends, sue him immediately.]

[@Bai Ziyu Studio, once Yuyu gets out and contacts you, make sure you sue him into the ground! Yuyu fans, let's boost this post and get Jiang Fang a few more years on his sentence!]

[He's probably gone crazy trying to get famous. The production team must be having a headache over why they picked such a nobody.]

[Aaaaah, Jiang Fang is targeting our Yuyu! I'm so mad! What right does he have? The treasure I've been so careful with, afraid he'd melt in my mouth or break in my hands—was he supposed to be slandered like this by Jiang Fang?]

[Emmm... other than definitely targeting Bai Ziyu, Jiang Fang actually seems pretty decent? Whenever those two look at each other, the atmosphere feels really strange.]

[Holy shit! I thought I was the only one who felt that way. Anyone who watched the livestream knows Jiang Fang definitely isn't some empty-headed idiot. Every time he says things like that to Bai Ziyu, he's dripping with sarcasm and completely unafraid of how the livestream reacts. Could there really be something going on?]

At some point, the tide under the hashtag abruptly shifted. With the addition of the word "murder," the public's appetite for gossip erupted again, and the hashtag's popularity exploded once more.

Some people even pulled out recordings of the livestream from when the accident happened and scrutinized them with microscopes, rivaling the analysis of Empresses in the Palace.

The Yuyu fans could not stand for that.

What did all these netizens mean? They were actually suspecting their Yuyu? So the big fan accounts and fan-site admins jumped in one after another, flooding the feed with reports.

That was a big mistake. Netizens were said to be one hundred pounds, ninety-nine of them pure contrarianism—and that was no exaggeration.

You wanted to silence people? Were you feeling guilty? Then they wanted to look even more! They wanted to make an even bigger scene!

And so, the microscope squad grew even larger.

As the saying went, many hands made light work. And sure enough, netizens really did find a few clues.

The protagonist of this development was Yu Xingxing, a graduate student who had completed his task and had nothing better to do.

Driven by his desire for gossip, he found recordings of the two men's livestreams. At first, everything looked normal. Jiang Fang seemed to have simply fallen by accident.

Yu Xingxing refused to believe it.

So, with nothing better to do, he went through the footage frame by frame, picking it apart—and really did find a clue.

It was an ordinary day, but also a day that would go down in history as a major event in the entertainment industry.

The fuse that would bring down a top star had been lit.

Bai Ziyu had truly been cautious—at least, there was nothing suspicious in the recording of the two men's livestreams.

Unfortunately for him, he had run into microscopes that had come alive.

In the two videos, Jiang Fang's camera was clearly aimed at the air below the helicopter, showing only a small part of the helicopter's frame. Bai Ziyu's own camera, however, had a clearer field of view because he had been standing behind Jiang Fang.

Yu Xingxing focused on Bai Ziyu's video and played it back in slow motion. Unfortunately, the front of Bai Ziyu's camera was not aimed at Jiang Fang, but at the interior of the helicopter.

Most people online carefully watched it and came away empty-handed, earning them ridicule from a large number of Yuyu fans.

Yu Xingxing had been the same at first. He watched it over and over, nearly going blind. Just as he was about to give up, his attention was suddenly caught by the small television screen in the helicopter shown in Bai Ziyu's livestream, which had been turned off.

Yu Xingxing's heart skipped a beat.

He zoomed in and looked carefully. A figure was reflected in the screen, standing at the helicopter door and preparing to skydive.

Yu Xingxing instantly held his breath, his scalp tingling with excitement.

The video continued playing. Yu Xingxing widened his eyes, afraid of missing even the slightest clue.

However, there was only one person in the reflection, and Bai Ziyu's actions had not been captured. That dampened Yu Xingxing's appetite for gossip somewhat.

So the rumors online were just rumors after all. He had wondered whether big celebrities played things that hard these days. Tax evasion, prostitution, rape—if murder were added to the list, the domestic entertainment industry could just hold classes in prison.

Yu Xingxing took a sip of water, but his eyes remained fixed on the reflection in the little television screen.

Suddenly, he saw something, and his eyes flew wide open.

"Pfft—cough, cough, fuck!"