darkest personality

Chapter 15 15. Countdown to Death

Bai Ye immediately turned around and approached John, trying to let him see the contents of the three pieces of paper.

"This is……"

John's face was immediately filled with panic, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, but he couldn't speak a word.

Then, Bai Ye found that his perspective was drawn by a strong suction force, pulling him towards the opponent's eyes strangely.

The other party's pupils began to spin, and Bai Ye entered a yellowish memory screen...

7 month 16 day.

The camera gives the desk clock with the calendar on it, and pauses for a moment.

Chicken coop head, bearded John is sitting in a small messy bedroom, the ashtray next to him is full of cigarette butts.

On the computer screen in front of him, he was negotiating a 'big deal' with a 'big client'.

A customer sent a screenshot of a news website, with a piece of content outlined in red:
"No matter what method you use, if you want to promote the popularity of this article, as for the commission... Each comment will be [-] cents more than the last time. If the popularity exceeds [-], the bonus will be calculated separately."

John's eyes lit up, and he quickly clicked on the website link sent by the other party.

I saw that the title of the content was: Campus bullying is widespread, XXX middle school senior students staged Mortal Kombat on the street.

Scrolling down is an abnormally shot video clip.

In the video, a strong blond boy was grabbing the collar of another short and thin boy, punching the opponent's eye sockets one after another, and yelling and cursing loudly.

After knocking the opponent to the ground, the blond boy didn't vent his anger enough to go up and kick him several times...

"Good news material."

John licked his lips. In his job, although he is not a professional journalist, he still has the ability to judge the sensitivity of some events.

Recently, incidents of "campus bullying" are common, and various reports emerge in endlessly, which always arouse a certain amount of attention and discussion.

The vast majority of the masses are blind and emotional animals. When they see such news, they will always be filled with mindless righteous indignation.

Out of cheap sympathy for the disadvantaged, their voices can easily be manipulated into a one-sided situation.

John just glanced at it, and had already conceived several plans in his mind to promote the popularity of this content.

He quickly left a comment below: This kind of scum is unforgivable, it is best to die immediately!
Then he immediately switched on his many vests and began to sing oboe under that comment.

The comments that Majia replied were quite decent. Some replies supported John’s point of view, while others opposed this point of view and accused John of being too extreme.

He even imitated some of the guys who passed by pouring water quite well, with the attitude of "everyone in this group is my trumpet, if you don't believe me, I'll give you a try."

After this 'performance' successfully pushed the number of comments back to thousands, and many ignorant netizens followed up to join in the fun, John shifted his position in time and brought up a new topic-the guy who caused campus bullying All should be sentenced!
On this topic, he can introduce the imperfection of the national legal system, the lack of social moral awareness, etc., and expand the depth of the topic, thereby attracting the attention of some gangsters, patriots, and map guns, and the popularity of comments has once again gained Detonate.

So far, the customer's news content has been steadily on the homepage of the website, and the popularity has exceeded ten thousand.

"Hey, that's all right, the bonus is easy to get."

At this moment, John felt that he was a well-deserved god in the field of 'Water Army'!

His clients say they are very satisfied:
"You did a good job. If you can keep this popularity on the homepage for more than three days, I will give you an extra big red envelope."

When he heard that there was more money to be made, John was even more motivated, and immediately replied to his employer: "Promise to complete the task."

The forum is John's battlefield. He has rich experience, superior combat effectiveness, and has many tricks and killers in reserve.

He continued to give full play to his talent of 'fueling the fire' under that report, leaving a new comment:
His parents have to bear the main responsibility for this!This is a failure in family education!

The fire of war was led by him again. If the previous comment criticizing the imperfection of the national system was a shotgun, the damage was scattered, and too many targets were hit, resulting in disagreement.

Now this comment is like a precise sniper, directly targeting "parents" and "family education", and it hits the soul.

As a result, countless trolls on the Internet who either had the same purpose as John, or were purely for venting, or blindly followed suit, immediately found a unified point of venting.

They speak boldly, talk eloquently, point out the country, write passionately, and stand on the commanding heights of morality, making them invincible. Across the computer screen, the keyboard is their sharpest weapon.

John had the smile of a successful man on his face. Even though he was just the skin of a bald and frustrated man sitting in front of the computer, he exuded the aura of a king overlooking all living beings.

……

……

The memory ends here.

The spinning pupils stopped, and Bai Ye's sight was gradually pulled away and returned to normal.

There are still 50 seconds left before the 'fuel on fire' device is activated...

"It's over, it's over...I'm going to die, I don't want to die yet.

Oh Falk... you white-haired bastard, are you delaying time on purpose, you definitely want to kill me..."

John, who was tied to the red-hot iron pillar, had lost his mind, roaring loudly with his eyes open.

'I don't really want to save this guy anymore. '

Bai Ye curled his lips, his forehead was knotted with veins, and he squeezed the three pieces of paper in his hand into a ball.

The reason why this kind of nationwide trial occurs is that John played a key role in promoting it, but in fact, the main reason is the lack of self-consciousness of the people.

Treat incident reports with faith, blindly follow the trend, follow others' opinions, and never know how to make independent judgments. It is inevitable that they will become puppets and tools of premeditated designers...

'As for the timer code, that's pretty obvious. '

After entering John's memory, the first freeze-frame image is the desk clock with the date on the table.

Apart from this, no other specific figures appeared in memory.

So, 716 is obviously the correct three-digit code.

The original intention of the password setter... probably to let John remember this special day, right?

Bai Ye walked to the timing device, turned the password wheel on it, and entered the three numbers 7, 1, and 6 in sequence.

Gada...

clack clack...

After a series of noises, the combination wheel jumped to unlock the lock, and the death countdown on the timer also stopped.

——Your accurate and unmistakable deciphering made the proficiency of Concentrating Stance +100.

Huh...it worked
Bai Ye finally wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ha... haha... I didn't die, I survived, thank God, I deserved my life!"

John, who closed his eyes and waited to die, heard the series of sounds and noticed that the timer stopped at the last 10 seconds, and immediately wept with joy.

"Hey! Dude, I knew you could do it. You are really my savior. You are an angel sent by God. I will definitely repay you..."

This guy changed his face quite quickly. Before, he yelled at Bai Ye for being a white-haired bastard, but now he licked his face and said all kinds of compliments, and the content switching didn't feel out of place at all.

He relaxes completely and begins to think about the future:
"If you survive a catastrophe, you must have a good fortune! If I go out from here, I will find a bar to get drunk first, and then find some punctual chicks. Hehe, let's have a good celebration..."

Is it really appropriate to speak so early?

You haven't left here yet, have you?

Bai Ye seized the time and began to approach the 'fuel on fire' device, preparing to free John from the device.

But at this moment, the timer device arranged above the head suddenly sounded a rush of 'di...di...' countdown sound again.

Oops!

Bai Ye looked up, and the last 10 seconds of the freeze frame really started counting down again, and the countdown speed was accelerated a lot.

At most, only four or five seconds passed.

When the last second becomes 1...

The traction device connected to the other end of the timer started immediately, and the sound of the rotating shaft clicking was like the evocative sound brought by the god of death.

The iron wire connected to the cork of the fuel barrel was pulled...

John stared at the cork that fell above his head, dumbfounded:
"Oh... Fakemi!"

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