Two months later, I became completely popular, far beyond my expectations.

In these two months, I have only done two things-

The first thing is to attack others. This "other" can be a person, a group, a group, a class, a thing, a series of things, a phenomenon, a culture, etc. As long as it has a certain popularity or topic, as long as it is something I think is enough to meet the "sacrificial" standards, it is fine.

The second thing is to use the skills of public opinion warfare to end your attack.

Of course, my opponents are not all fools. Some of them are very strong and experienced. After all, inciting online violence is not my patent. Fortunately, all the goals I choose are talkative, and they are all things that are not clean in life... So they ultimately have irreparable weaknesses.

But then again, who doesn't have it?

The most perfect public relations in the world is to not be a public figure at all, or even have too many interpersonal relationships - to prevent your name from being known to too many people, and to make everything you have done become your own secret.

Otherwise, one day, any anonymous sitting in front of the screen and typing on the keyboard can attack you.

Even those who have made outstanding contributions to the world and left valuable assets during their lifetime cannot escape this disaster.

Only when they die can you see almost everyone showing a look of remembrance, sadness and emotion; at this time, if anyone dares to make a different voice, he will be immediately scolded by thousands of people.

As for those sad and emotional people, in fact, most of them... have never paid to watch the movies played by the deceased, have never studied the scientific theories written by the deceased, have never read the literary masterpieces written by the deceased, and even just know the name of the deceased, and are not very clear about what his/her most significant achievements are.

People gathered together to express cheap sympathy and sentimentality, as if at this moment they had become holy and profound.

But after all, these people are not wrong, because this is human nature; sometimes vanity and self-deception are also part of kindness, and human nature is nothing more than this.

However, after several years, time will eventually wash away the halo of those who are extremely respected when they die, and make their names and lives arguably the objects of those anonymous people's comments after dinner.

It's a bit too far, let's talk about it back to me.

The me on the Internet is not the real me, but a character.

He is a knowledgeable person with academic background and professional qualities; an actor who speaks about society and participates in public affairs; an ideal person with a critical spirit and moral responsibility...

Simply put, it is a typical and radical public intellectual.

Since I started playing this role, I have been unable to look back.

The name "Li Xiaofan" is no longer just a name; it has become a banner, and under this banner, many people have gathered. Like most people, they think about problems objectively than independent and objectively... They are more willing to follow a flag carrier and let others tell them how to view various problems.

Or you can think with preconceived prejudice under the leadership of the opinion leader, and then come to a conclusion that is similar to self-persuasion.

I need these people, and I love these people too.

They were like foolish villagers in the medieval European era, holding up the torches in their hands, standing on the high ground of religion and morality, hiding under the protection of "the law does not punish the masses", and burning one witch after another under the guidance of a few people with ulterior motives.

And what I did was just to make sure they did not burn the wrong person.

Relying on these people, I became a popular celebrity in the company. Now, let alone Editor Luo, the leaders of the unit are all afraid of me.

I don’t even have to go to and from get off work on time now. I can arrange my attendance time at will in the name of “investigation”; at first I would symbolically notify Editor Luo via email whether I would come today, but later I simply didn’t even say hello. As for the article I wrote, Editor Luo naturally didn’t dare to give any more opinions. He didn’t even dare to change a word, let alone return my manuscript.

After all... it is no difference to me that he or not, staying in this company or not.

If I want, I can resign immediately and become an independent investigative journalist, a so-called "self-media person". This unit is a springboard for me, and now I have taken off. If this springboard is not in the way, I don't mind getting an extra salary here. If it hinders me, then it's OK to throw it away and then step on it hard.

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In early February, just after the end of the year, people across the country were still immersed in the joy of the New Year, and I went to the detention center.

This matter has to start a few days ago...

A few years ago, I came to a third-tier city to investigate some rumors about local industrial pollution and corruption.

In a few days, I walked around many places, visited many people, and then, if nothing unexpected happened, I was targeted.

I have heard of a female colleague who was directly opened by the police in some places with a hotel key to conduct a surprise inspection under the name of "anti-pornography". Unexpectedly, similar things happened to me.

On the day I was arrested, I was suddenly woken up while I was asleep. When I woke up, I found that my room was full of people, some were wearing uniforms, some did not, and there were even a few familiar faces that I looked familiar.

Before I could react, I was handcuffed and taken away.

When I walked out of the hotel gate, there was snow and ice outside. I was wearing autumn clothes and pants, a coat on my head and handcuffs. I was pressed all the way to the police car.

It was not until I got into the bureau that I realized that I was arrested for "hiding drugs". I didn't ask them where they got the news, because they wouldn't answer after asking. Even if I answered, I could shut up with a sentence of "report from the masses".

When I was asked, I learned that I had "taken away" and said that I had "searching" some methamphetamine from my luggage.

Then, a man in plain clothes and unwilling to reveal his identity began to do ideological work for me. He told me that the amount of things I found was not large, and I guess I sucked it myself, not drug trafficking, and I didn’t look like an addict. As long as I was willing to sign and confess my guilt, I was detained for a few days and fined it would be fine.

Listening to his earnest "persuasion" and those sentences of "for my good", I really want to laugh, but this is not the time to laugh, I need to think about it...

Have I overestimated myself? Is it too early to attack those official figures?

Have the attitudes towards me and the victory I have achieved in the past five months have made me feel illusioned?

Compared to the cold handcuffs on my wrist, are the things I have done in the past few months really that much lethal?

In any case, in the end, I didn't sign. After all, I was not a fool. I knew what it meant to sign. Although the other party used both soft and hard, his attitude went from softening to toughness to anger and naked intimidation, I was not moved.

Of course, this did not affect the result of my final detention, because "the evidence is sufficient", my "uncooperation" behavior only allowed me to stay for 15 days; I basically spent this year in prison.

The procedures before entering the detention center are quite complicated, including blood tests, urine tests, physical examinations, etc., but no test form has passed by myself.

Because I have interviewed some people who often go to such places before, I will know a little about the situation in the institute.

Most detention centers have more than a dozen people sleep in a large room together, and they all have floors. If your family does not send you a bedding, the guard will send you a public bedding. The bedding looks dirty and does not keep warm, but you may not be able to cover it, because it is very likely that it will be snatched away by the "prison boss".

The toilet in the detention center is a squat toilet in the corner, blocking it with a small wall, and there is basically no privacy. According to the rules, new young men have to squat at the toilet. You will be qualified to squat by the wall when someone is more delicious than you.

Those "prison bosses" who often come and go, and Kong Wu, take a group of younger brothers in there every day to act arrogantly, brag, smoke, and hit people... Generally speaking, the guards don't care about small fuss, slaps, etc.

In short, the detention center is actually very deterrent to those habitual criminals. They really feel that life is like a year, and they are those law-abiding citizens who make mistakes for a while.

I was already mentally prepared and probably had to lose my skin in these fifteen days, but I didn't expect... I didn't have any last thing.

No one came to oppress me, or even talk to me. Even if I took the initiative to talk to others, all I got was silence and expulsion. Obviously, "someone" greeted every prisoner who lived with me in advance, and told them not to touch me.

According to the general idea, this should be a manifestation of someone "covering me", but I quickly realized that - it was wrong.

If I suffered a lot in the detention center, I would feel more at ease, because that means that the person who made me this time just wanted to do this. After I went out, I could take a few selfies of myself being beaten up like a victim and continue to play my "justice fighter".

However, this kind of development is very terrible; this kind of development shows that the person who brought me in, or those people, did not just want to "teach me a lesson", but wanted to push me to a state of doom.

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Fifteen days later, I regained my freedom, and my worries became reality...

When I retrieved my personal belongings, I found that the information in the electronic devices I carried had been "cleaned up" and all the things that might become evidence had evaporated; not only that, all the information I collected on the cloud disk was also removed.

When I was changing my clothes, I turned on my phone with a complicated mood, ignored the thousands of missed calls and tens of thousands of text messages, and directly appeared on the social platform. Then I saw the dazzling text "Li Xiaofan was released from prison today" on the first post of the hot search list; and under this post, there are several related posts such as "a well-known investigative reporter arrested for drug-related crimes", "Li Xiaofan spread rumors".

Looking further forward, you can see: As early as half a month ago, on the night of my arrest... when I was not officially detained and was still undergoing a check-up in the hospital, these news about my arrest and being faced with detention had been released.

In the past fifteen days, new "popular information" about me has been released almost every three days to maintain the popularity of this incident; the news is true and false, and the real part basically comes from records I have in my own hands. Judging from these records, they may have been to my home, so some information that only exists in my computer and notebook have also appeared on the Internet; of course, they only released information that is unfavorable to me, such as chat records between me and the Internet navy, and they did not release the evidence related to the news I collected.

I didn't look at the fake ones carefully, and I wasn't very interested; from killing money to forcing people to jump off a building, from cheating in exams to harassment in the workplace... everything is available, vividly.

I didn't stay at the junction for too long, and the guards didn't allow me to change my clothes and pack my things, and I was kicked out of the detention center.

What awaits me outside the big iron door is the crowd, the microphone, the flash, the face-shaking, malicious inducing questions, and a pair of ambitious eyes...

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It took me three days to get home, not only because I was in the Spring Festival travel rush, but also because I was told when I was buying tickets that I had already been on the credit blacklist, so I had to take a long-distance bus to return.

It happened to be at night when I returned to my residence. Since all my phone address and other information were exposed online, I repeatedly checked that there was no ambush nearby, so I dared to enter the building.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I found that the door was still locked. After entering, there were no obvious signs of invasion in the room, but the tape mark I left at the crack of the door showed that someone had definitely come in.

The only thing that is thankful is that I live on the high-rise building, otherwise 80% of what I wait for me would be broken glass on the ground, the stones thrown in, rotten eggs, even excrement, etc.

I did not call the police because I did not lose anything except data. There is a high probability that the case will not be filed.

I just took a shower quietly, ate a bowl of instant noodles, and went to bed first.

The next day, I woke up refreshed, turned on the computer, and calmly read the dismissal emails sent by the unit and a lot of spam messages that insulted me.

When I saw it halfway, a property owner came to knock on the door. It seemed that they knew that I had returned through the electronic door card record. I didn't open the door, but just said a few words to the other party through the door. Fortunately, the other party had no bad intentions, and just urged me to take away the express delivery I had accumulated over the past few days, saying that a lot of things were placed to take up space.

I guessed that the company should have packed all my personal belongings and sent them to me. They didn't plan to let me enter the office building again.

At this point, I became an unemployed vagrant who everyone calls for, no longer have income or social status, and in fact I am not as good as ordinary people.

The name "Li Xiaofan" is no longer a flag. It has become the maggots, flies, and feces in people's mouths. The people who originally gathered under this flag were all scattered like birds and beasts. Moreover, the hatred and cursed me by these people now may be even more serious than those passers-by.

Netizens’ memories are indeed short-lived. Maybe I will no longer be their focus in a few days; but netizens’ memories can also be long-lasting. When they see a person who has been defeated by public opinion, they will always think of the negative labels on him/her at the first time.

It only took me half a year from becoming famous once to being disgraced.

Although I had already foreseen that something like this would happen one day, I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

I did not investigate who or how many of the drivers behind this incident were, because that doesn't matter... A person makes too many enemies, and this kind of thing will happen sooner or later, not to mention that I offend basically all villains and evil people.

Anyway, now that things have come to this point, it’s almost time for me to start the “final plan”.

What? Do you think it is impossible for me to have a "backhand" in this situation? Haha... Didn't I just say it?

"I had already foreseen that something like this would happen one day."

Long before I became an investigative reporter, when I was still a little brother of Paixin, when I chose to become a media person, when I was determined to become a "sacrifice"... I had already foresawed today.

From the very beginning, I knew that I couldn't keep winning.

I am just alone, not worth mentioning in front of truly powerful people; when they are ready to do what I do to others, it is a hundred times easier to implement than me - they do not need gorgeous rhetoric, professional ability, and no need to take any awareness or risks... Just a notice or an order, there will be countless mouthpieces that will speak for them, and countless hands will kill those doubtful voices.

This is a battle that is impossible to win, so I have prepared the "final means".

I am monitoring myself.

From the day I became an investigative reporter, I spent all my savings over the years and hired a team of "professionals" on the dark web as anonymously, allowing them to monitor my every move 24 hours a day.

After I gained both fame and fortune, these people naturally raised prices with me. I pretended to bargain with them, but finally agreed to them - as long as my income after becoming famous is enough to pay their commissions and provide me with a normal life, it doesn't matter how much it costs.

And these people are indeed worthy of the price I paid: I have hidden cameras they installed at home; I have hidden cameras they installed in my office; I have hidden cameras they installed in the hotel room I stayed in... Even if I walk on the road, people will keep following and taking photos.

Now, it's time to use the things they took; with these video evidence, and my USB drive (physical backup data) that I hid in my mother's urn, my "final plan" can be implemented.

I myself are the first and last "sacrifices".

Perhaps afterwards, my actions will be labeled as terrorism and will be slowly suppressed under public opinion control.

But as long as there are a day, a moment, a moment, and a few people who are touched by me, all my sacrifices will be worth it.
Chapter completed!