Yu Guang

Chapter 8 Suppressed Public Opinion
Qi Ming didn't remember how he got to the No. [-] carriage at all.

When she saw Wang Ze and He Qiu standing there intact, most of the colors in the whole world suddenly returned.

She took a few quick steps and rushed over to say something, but felt her throat was constricted again, and shifted her gaze to the front of the cab door, where the blood splattered, the corpse lying on its side...

Qi Ming wanted to turn his head and retch, but tried his best to hold back, and walked behind Wang Ze and He Qiu, covering his mouth.

"Only a little slower."

He Chou said in a low voice, with the usual expression.

Wang Ze just stared at the corpse without saying a word, as if he was thinking about some problem.

It wasn't until the flight attendant reminded them that they had to take their seats and fasten their seat belts that Wang Ze turned his head and looked at He Qiu, and said in a low voice, "He should have an accomplice and keep all the passengers behind."

"Associate?"

He Qiu was a little surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.

He identified himself, began to organize the crew to protect the scene, and took the initiative to contact the suspended police cars swarming from all directions in the sky.

Qi Ming sat beside Wang Ze, and the discomfort in his body was gradually fading away.

Soon, she was attracted by Wang Ze's fast sliding fingers, turned her head to look at the square screen in Wang Ze's palm, and asked in a low voice:
"Boss, is there a problem with this Weixing Group?"

"I don't know. I'm relatively new to this group, so I can't make any conclusions yet."

Wang Ze obviously has no interest in chatting at the moment.

Qi Ming hummed, and continued to keep his head down and busy with his own affairs, trying not to look in the direction of the cab.

About 5 minutes later, the Skyrail train was surrounded by police cars. After confirming that the internal situation was under control, a large number of police cars escorted outside the standpipe track.

When the cloud rail train entered the spare platform, eight expensive mechanical police officers remotely controlled by the police opened the way, and dozens of police officers with live ammunition quickly took over all the cars of the train.

He Qiu is a local criminal policeman, and he has no authority to mobilize the air patrol.

But he has been in the police force for so many years, of course he also has many acquaintances.

Thanks to this, Wang Ze's opinion was successfully adopted, and they could continue to stay near the hijacker's body without being expelled, and no one came forward for questioning.

What caught the police by surprise was that No. 2 dead person was found in carriage No. [-] while recording passenger documents.

……

This is an old man.

He was wearing a peaked cap and a black leather jacket on his upper body, with a warm and satisfied smile on his slightly wrinkled face, leaning on the seat as if he had fallen asleep.

But testing equipment showed that he had no signs of life.

He Qiu and Wang Ze came after hearing the news, and after a brief negotiation, they stood in front of the deceased.

Wang Ze put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned forward, observed closely, and sniffed the old man's hand a few times.

He Chou reminded: "Be careful, this kind of situation is likely to be caused by highly toxic chemicals."

Wang Ze said: "He should be the accomplice of the hijacker."

"Huh? Why? Why are you so sure this time?"

He Chou was a little confused, muttering: "You never give me the answer directly, every time you have to explain a lot."

Several police officers around also cast curious eyes.

"The cuffs of the deceased still smelled of sauces," Wang Ze said. "This smell is very similar to the lunch box the hijackers opened. It is a relatively rare seasoning."

He Qiu frowned and sniffed a few times, and a middle-aged police officer walked quickly in the distance, saying quickly:

"Captain He, we've found out!

"We just called up the train monitoring, and the dead man was the only person who had contact with the hijacker, and he handed the hijacker the lunch box with the improvised pulse pistol!
"This is a big problem. The security system of the transfer station is probably going to be taken down."

He Qiu and Wang Ze exchanged glances.

organized hijacking;

The obvious meaning of targeting;

Hijacking gangs like dead men...

"Are Weixing Group's competitors doing something wrong?"

A patrolman muttered in a low voice, and after being stared at a few times, he didn't dare to speak any more.

Wang Ze asked: "Is Liming Street the main product of Weixing Group?"

He Qiu nodded, his breathing became much slower.

"That...boss!"

Qi Ming's shout came from the entrance of the carriage.

She was holding the watch, and she was obviously a little nervous at the moment, trying her best to keep her voice calm:
"The trend of public opinion on the major forums on the home planet is a bit strange, why don't you come over and take a look."

Wang Ze looked down at the old man's body, and hurried to the spiral staircase.

Wang Ze couldn't help thinking about the contented expression of the deceased, and also shuddered a little.

He Qiu stayed at the scene, folded his arms and frowned, discussing the case in a low voice with the middle-aged police officer.

Years of experience in handling cases told He Qiu that there might be some connection between this hijacking incident and the virtual reality homicide on Liming Street.

At this moment, all the contradictions turned into arrows, pointing to the star enterprise on the human home planet.

Weixing Group.

……

"Boss, I've been staring at the discussions on several major portals, as well as the posts on the virtual block forum.

"Look at these screenshots of the homepage of the forum. The first information about the hijacking incident was all about the dynamic screenshots of the live broadcast, which spread wildly across the Internet in a short period of time.

"But within a few minutes, a large number of deleted posts appeared on the entire network, and forum users everywhere began to abuse Weixing Group, saying that their public relations behavior is so disgusting.

"Soon, the trend of discussions on the Internet changed again... I'll show you the current homepages of these forums."

Qi Ming tapped the left side of the watch lightly with his fingers, and the information on the projection screen was refreshed quickly. The four split screens carried the homepages of four forum portals, and the homepages of each website had several similar news items.

"Direct Hijacking Scene!The heroic attack of the star detectives of the sixth star cluster and the backbone detectives of the parent star! "

"I found the lawyer's information!He is from the sixth star cluster! "

"exclusive!Second dead in plane hijacking!Suspected as an accomplice of the hijackers! "

While Wang Ze was scanning through these headlines, a post titled "Weixing Group's Remnants of Ten Thousand Years" appeared on the forum page in the upper left corner, but the post disappeared from the homepage within ten seconds after it climbed to the homepage.

Soon, there were two more hot posts about 'Star Detective' on the homepage of this website.

"Look at the content."

"Good boss."

Qi Ming opened a hot post with brisk fingers, and several photos of Wang Ze jumped out.

Live screenshot;

ID photo;
Photos of life when I was a little younger and graduation photos from the police academy...

Qi Ming looked at Wang Ze's expression, and carefully reminded: "Boss, it seems that you were pulled out by the public relations of Weixing Group to block the gun."

Blocking guns, a common public relations method, originated in the era of information cocoons when earth civilization has not yet left the parent planet.

When there is a public relations event of public concern, the party suffering from the crisis will take the initiative to guide public opinion, buy portal platforms, and divert the heat of the topic, so as to alleviate the pressure of public opinion on itself.

"Their actions are quite fast," Wang Ze replied calmly, "Weixing Group's public relations team is really good."

Seeing that the boss didn't care about this kind of thing, Qi Ming was also relieved.

She smiled and said, "Boss, you have become an Internet celebrity since you first came to your home planet."

Wang Ze ordered, "Help me investigate the hijacker's family information, as detailed as possible."

"Okay! Let's work now, little one!"

"Well, the efficiency is not bad."

The boss praised us?
Qi Ming immediately smiled, and hurried downstairs with his watch in his arms, his ponytail dangling.

Wang Ze noticed the gazes coming up and down the stairs, and many people had already started pointing at him.

Wang Ze didn't care about this, and rushed to the second carriage.

In the corner of the carriage, a mother and daughter are being questioned by the police.

The young mother hugged her child tightly, her voice trembling, repeatedly emphasizing how fierce the hijacker's eyes were.

Wang Ze went straight to the seat surrounded by the cordon, and carefully looked at the lunch box turned upside down on the ground.

He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, then went to the corner to take a seat, turned on the mobile phone, and after a lot of trouble, he found the video of the previous live broadcast, downloaded the backup, and started to play it repeatedly.

Until the orange-red sunset outside the porthole dyed the large fire clouds red with the afterglow.

"Old Wang, why are you sitting here?"

He Qiu's slightly hoarse voice came.

The police officer appeared in front of Wang Ze with a tired face, and said in a low voice:
"Let's go, the car that picked us up is coming, some reporters outside seem to be squatting at you... Have you found anything new?"

"Not yet."

Wang Ze put away the network access terminal and put on his coat casually: "This hijacking incident is a bit weird."

"That's right, both hijackers chose to commit suicide, obviously premeditated," He Chou said in a low voice, "What was their motive? Just to lower Weixing's stock price?"

"Weixing's stock price has fallen?"

"It has fallen, but not by a large margin. What the capital market cares about is not the reputation of the group, but its ability to attract money."

He Qiu cursed a few words, and led Wang Ze to the door of the No. [-] carriage.

The police officer's big black face was full of dislike for the Weixing Group:
"Now the public opinion trend has been taken into a bad shape, starting to say that the hijacker was bought by Wei Xing's opponent, terminally ill and desperate to make a lot of money.

"Hmph! These big groups don't make much contribution to the progress of science and technology, and they are very powerful in doing this kind of thing!"

In front of the carriage door, Wang Ze suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"By the way, Lao He, what did you just say? Squatting my reporter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the carriage opened automatically, and there was a faint and mysterious buzzing sound from outside, and spherical miniature cameras swarmed over, surrounding Wang Ze and He Qiu.

Become an Internet celebrity's troubles.

(End of this chapter)