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Had lunch.

Qiao Mu and Du Ruo returned to the editorial office.

Zhou Mingke didn't come to work today. Qiao Mu watched as Du Ruo opened a form and started to fill in the contents. This was a form for applying to use [Urban Crowd].

Qiao Mu took a look at it in case of emergency. He found that the contents inside were quite simple. As long as he read it once, he could fill it out by himself.

After all, when it comes to anomalies, rules and regulations are useless, and you can't predict whether what you write will really be used.

The biggest use of this application form is that if the [rabble] gets out of control and causes irreversible serious consequences, everyone can trace the source and find the person responsible for taking the blame.

"Thinking about it this way, I can write it myself."

Qiao Mu later realized that agreeing to Du Ruo just now seemed a bit too natural.

Recalling his previous experiences and the reminders from those words, Qiao Mu suddenly felt that maybe Du Ruo's extraordinary ability was to make everything about him reasonable.

But after writing, Qiao Mu naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity to study.

"Read these words again."

Du Ruo pointed to the comments on Qiao Mu's "Scientific Exploration Bot" novel on the computer screen.

Qiao Mu rubbed his eyes and observed carefully.

Among the comments, several began to squirm, like insects, twisting and trying to crawl out of the screen.

In addition, there were some comments, floating and sketching like gray mist, trying to get into Qiao Mu's mind.

Qiao Mu didn't resist and breathed in the storm in one breath.

Layers of murmurs sounded in his ears in his own voice.

"Uuuuuuuah, how pitiful, they were killed like this!"

"This landlord is too bad. Can't the truth be revealed?"

"No, I have to forward it to more people to see. We can't let the real criminal go free."

"Although this story seems bizarre, I believe it must be based on facts!"

Voices like these echoed in agreement with Qiao Mu's views, similar to the reactions brought about by those black worms before.

Qiao Mu sneezed.

The gray mist dissipated immediately.

"Just like this, there are two currents of thought on the Internet right now."

Du Ruo said easily, not as if he was explaining a strange anomaly, but as if he was discussing the heavy rain in the morning.

"Both of these trends of thought will be affected by [the mob]. As for who will win in the end, it depends on the reaction of the people affected by the trend of thought."

"So, it still depends on me."

Qiao Mu seriously considered the possibility that he had been sold.

Fortunately, he has the power of "Ghost". Through this article "A Happy Old House", readers can immerse themselves in the experience of that night, which is very contagious.

From a communication perspective, Qiao Mu felt that he was very advantageous.

Because the essence of modern marketing is storytelling.

Whoever can tell a good story will gain a larger audience. The handicraft heritage of a century-old store, the entrepreneurial story of a prodigal son returning home, and the business legend of starting from scratch are all routines.

Compared with the common accidents caused by idle people in society, which are full of loopholes, it is obvious that the disaster caused by rich people raising imps is more gimmick.

He sat in front of the computer and refreshed the Shudong.com page.

I found that there were several more reposts, and the number of comments and likes also increased a lot.

I have to say, it’s quite exciting to watch the data grow.

Qiao Mu browsed these comments from the background. He found that most of the comments were covered with a layer of color, hazy, like tiny insects.

Some are white, indicating support for Qiao Mu's comments.

Some are black, and they are comments from the trolls hired by the landlord.

There are some comments in the middle that are in their original fonts, but with the passage of time, these words have become more or less stained with white and black.

This is a confrontation of ideological trends.

So Qiao Mu closed her eyes.

In that illusory world composed of 0s and 1s, little ripples rippled.

This was just a shock wave caused by a pebble thrown into the sea, but as the waves surged, the ripples gradually climbed up and turned into a terrifying wave.

The waves raced in the boundless sea, lighting up countless colorful stars in the deep sea.

Those are people floating in the sea.

Some of them were standing at the intersection waiting for the red light, picking up their mobile phones out of boredom and refreshing the news.

Some people are sitting in front of the company's computer and have just finished a period of work. They can't help but take out their mobile phones and want to have some fun.

Some people were meeting the blind date introduced by their elders in the cafe. The two of them tacitly agreed not to communicate anymore, but each looked at the group chat on their mobile phones.

Some people just finished playing a game and stretched themselves. Instead of looking at their results, they habitually refreshed the web page.

This is all living things.

It’s also a [rabble].

"It's really strange that there is such a story behind this fire case."

"It caught on so quickly. I started writing novels just now."

"I actually feel that this novel is more true than the report. Is there something wrong with my brain?"

"Why do rich people like to raise little devils? There is nothing new!"

"It's a pity that all the people in the same building are dead. Now there is no evidence of the death, and no one knows what happened."

"It turns out that such a tragic accident happened in Jiangcheng. Tsk, tsk, this world is not easy for everyone."

Countless thoughts flash through the dark world through regular electrical signals, and the torrent of data condenses into a wave, rushing forward, as if it will never stop.

The two opposing waves mirrored each other, each spreading their influence. The turbulent ripples triggered more waves, creating an uproar.

Qiao Mu saw that from an infinite distance, golden threads slowly dropped and wrapped around the bodies of ordinary people.

At the same time, the reading, forwarding, comments, likes and other data of the "Science Exploration Bot" novel are also constantly rising.

In fact, some keen self-media have begun to clean up the manuscript, remove the source of the novel and repost it on their own public accounts, or make it into a short video with AI-synthesized sounds.

By the evening, the novel "Happy Old House" had more than 7,000 reposts, nearly 5,000 comments, and more than 100,000 likes.

Even the number of fans of the "Science Exploration Bot" has reached more than 20,000.

Qiao Mu glanced at it.

It’s on trending searches.

In addition to celebrity scandals and gossip, useless life knowledge, and distant international news, the fire case that occurred in Jiangcheng a few days ago suddenly became the focus of public attention.

Qiao Mu watched as the completion rate of his [Lao Fang Youxi] slowly climbed to 20%, and he was ready to go home with satisfaction.

Then his phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone and soon heard a serious voice.

"Hello, is this Qiao Mu?"

"That's me."

Qiao Mu stood up immediately.

"That's it, we are from the Jiangcheng City Police Headquarters. There are some situations here that we would like to ask you to cooperate with our investigation. Can you come to the station now, or tell us your current location, and we will send a car to pick you up. "

On the other side of the radio wave, the other party said.

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Qiao Mu immediately hung up the phone and installed an anti-fraud APP on his phone.

If you want to lie to him, there is no way!