Eight fifty-five o'clock.

Dashou analyzed the causes and consequences of this ban.

Among the dozens of 10,000 fan accounts, 16 have empirical evidence, proving that they are the contract number of a media company.

These dozens of accounts have recently posted Weibo about Yang Xuan, belittling Yang Xuan's personality without naming her from different angles.

The Weibo accusing Yang Xuan of bullying was registered three years ago. This account posted a Weibo post two years ago cheering for her sister's college entrance examination, which can prove that she is at least two years older than Yang Xuan. They can't be classmates.

The police report proves the fact that the rumors are spreading.

The trumpet ban proves that public opinion is brought up by the trolls.

Mjolnir.

Dashou's Weibo account is Hu La Xiaopengyou.

At the end of the analysis of the long Weibo, he wrote a sentence: The mistake of the program team caused the boat to capsize during filming, 12 girls drowned, and Yang Xuan woke up after being in a coma for 8 hours. After waking up, what she faced was not an apology and condolences from the program team, but a bad comment from the whole network. No one held the program team responsible, but asked Yang Xuan to apologize and quit the group, just because of a few smoking photos and a Weibo account that didn't know the truth or falsehood. She was only 19 years old and had not broken a single law.

The door to the room was slammed open.

The rest of the team members who walked forward 123 stood outside the door.

"We heard a little noise, and we couldn't knock on the door, so we ......" Looking at the situation in the room, the team members were stunned.

"Something happened," Yang Xuan walked up to Bi Ying, and she pulled her up, "Captain, I may have to go to your room to do a live broadcast." ”

The team member looked at Bi Ying, Bi Ying nodded, and she said, "Something happened, and I'll explain it to you later." ”

Yang Xuan picked up the phone.

There was a hint of determination in her expression.

Sit down at the desk in Bi Ying's room.

Put your phone away and turn on Bell Pepper Live.

Nine.

Press the start key.

The number of people online is slowly jumping upwards.

"I'm Yang Xuan," she smiled, "I've been resting since I was discharged from the hospital, and I'm also thinking about ......"

A small plane flew by.

The username is Recall Abdominal Muscle Little Flower Farmer.

P.S. Live with peace of mind.

"Thank you, little flower farmer," she smiled again, holding back her tears, she felt calm: "I, I haven't bullied anyone...... There is no ......"

Jiang You looked down at his phone.

Yang Xuan in the live broadcast room was not lighted, her skin looked a little yellow, her hair was not dyed, her hair roots were a little black, and her clothes were a little wrinkled.

Her voice froze suddenly.

Jiang You raised his head.

Tang Butian, who was originally standing in front, was gone.

Tang Butian walked past the street lamps one by one.

Orange lights illuminated the red dress.

The wind blows, and the branches and leaves sway.

The slender black shadow came out of the shadow of the tree, like a snake and a fish, swimming between the light and shadow, constantly getting bigger, it opened its mouth, revealing dense sharp teeth, and bit towards Tang Butian's shadow.

Jiang You turned around and looked around, there was no one on the street, and the silence was terrifying.

The street lamps dimmed one by one.

The black mist enveloped one building after another, and a terrible cry could be heard in the distance.

"The special effects are not bad, but the coach said that I have enough exercise today." Jiang You pulled out a box of cigarettes and a silver lighter from his satchel.

Ignite.

Smoke slowly.

Yang Xuan's live broadcast on the mobile phone screen continues.

"Let me tell you about the future itinerary of 123, they are all here," Yang Xuan let go of her body a little, "We will have an album in August......"

The red smoke of the fingertips lit up and flickered.

A slender black shadow swam in the middle of the road, and in the sky, the shadow obscured the moon.

The dark shadows of the ground and the sky opened their mouths at the same time.

Dense with sharp teeth.

A little soot fell.

Fall on the dark shadow.

Spasm.

Twist.

It felt like it was burned.

Biting Tang Butian's shadow, the black shadow quickly retreated.

Tang Butian stretched out his hand.

The wooden knife flew back.

Clench.

The blade is lit up in a dark light.

With her body as the center, circles of ripples vibrated and spread outward.

The shadow was crushed into smoke and dissipated.

It was as if the entire street had been recolored.

The wind is clear and the moon is clear.

She turned around, and Jiang You stood behind her.

In the basement of a villa in Wuping District, Tangjiang City, hundreds of white statues of gods of different sizes are densely placed.

Lei Yao stood in the middle of the basement.

The wind blew, and the ever-bright lights went out.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to her knees, her head tilted, the face of a statue of a god reflected in her pupils.

Nine-fifteen.

apologized to Yang Xuan and topped the hot search on Weibo.

Apologies and rewards appeared in the live broadcast room one after another.

"I, why suddenly, I, I'm not mistaken, it's not that I'm hallucinating, don't you need to tip, no, don't apologize, how suddenly...... Who's going to give me a lesson...... Captain, you know, then you hurry up and talk to me......"

"Yes, my teammates are there, I just said that...... Who do you want to see...... Ah, it's not haggard, I didn't turn on the beauty light, I, wait for me and I'll turn on the light......"

Jiang You clicked on Weibo, and after learning a little about the cause and effect, he looked up at Tang Butian, "Good job." ”

"So are you."

"Who is Hu La Xiaopengyou?"

"Sun Yu."

"Three-month rotation, he's going to another department, right?"

"He decided to stay in Tecco."

"Do you see the future?"

"I talked to him."

"This police report maliciously spread rumors, which is actually related to Liang Hao's case, right?" Jiang You put the phone back in his bag.

"That's right," Tang Butian took a step forward, "Did you kill him?" ”

Jiang You knew who he was in Tang Butian's mouth, and he denied it, "No." ”

"Liu Yong's body was disguised, and they didn't know that the man was dead."

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

The girl's eyes bloomed with brilliance.

"You're really not giving up." Jiang You snuffed out the cigarette.

Eleven.

Yang Xuan's live broadcast ended.

It's about to come to an end.

After enduring it for almost two weeks, tears were vented.

Twelve girls hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Twelve.

Jiang You received Yang Xuan's WeChat when he was half-lying on the bed and playing with entertainment.

Yang Xuan: I don't know how to thank you, thank you, thank you so much.

Jiang You: Promise by example?

Yang Xuan: I'll help you promote your store more, I have more fans now.

Jiang You: Now you think it's worth spending 200 yuan, right? Just ask your teammates to buy a few more.

He attached a link to his Taobao store.

Yang Xuan: It's worth it, it's worth it! I'll make you pork knuckles next time.

Put down your phone.

Lie down.

Close your eyes.

Fell asleep.