Two months later, I was completely on fire, far more than I expected.

In the past two months, I have actually only done two things-

The first thing is to attack others, and this "other" can be a person, a group of people, a group, a class, an event, a series of things, a phenomenon, a culture, and so on, as long as it has a certain popularity or topicality, as long as it is worthy of the "sacrifice" standard, it can be.

And the second thing is to use the skills of public opinion warfare to end up with your own attacks.

Of course, my opponents are not all fools, some of them are strong and experienced, after all, inciting online violence is not my patent; Fortunately, the targets I chose were all handled, and they were all unclean as human beings...... So they have irreparable weaknesses after all.

But then again, who doesn't?

The perfect PR in the world is to not be a public figure at all, and you don't even have too many interpersonal connections – keep your name from being known by too many people, and make everything you do your own secret.

Otherwise, one day, any anonymous sitting in front of a screen tapping on a keyboard can come and attack you.

Even those who have made outstanding contributions to the world and left behind valuable possessions during their lifetimes are not immune to this fate.

It is only when they have just died that you can see that almost all of them put on a look of remembrance, pathos and emotion; At this time, if anyone dares to make a different sound, they will immediately be scolded by tens of thousands of people.

And what about those who are sad and lamented, in fact, the vast majority of them ...... I have never paid to see a movie made by the deceased, I have never studied the scientific theories written by the deceased, I have never read the literary masterpieces written by the deceased, or even know the name of the deceased, or even what his or her most notable achievements are.

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

But at the end of the day, these people are not wrong, because it is human nature; Sometimes, vanity and self-deception are also part of goodness, and human feelings are nothing more than that.

However, after a few years, time will eventually wash away the aura of those who were extremely revered at the time of death, and let their names and lives become the object of criticism after dinner by those who are anonymous in the midst of false rumors.

It's a bit of a stretch, so let's get back to me.

I am not the real me, but a character.

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

To put it simply, it is a typical, radical public knowledge.

From the moment I started playing this role, I couldn't go back.

The name "Li Xiaofan" is no longer just a name; It has become a banner under which many people have gathered, who, like the majority of the population, think more independently and objectively...... They prefer to follow a flag bearer and have someone tell them how to look at the issues.

Or it is to think with preconceived prejudices under the guidance of opinion leaders, and then come to a conclusion similar to self-persuasion.

I need these people, and I love them.

They are like the ignorant villagers of the European Middle Ages, holding torches in their hands, standing on the high ground of religion and morality, hiding under the protection of "the law does not blame the public", and under the guidance of a few people with ulterior motives, they went to burn witches one after another.

And what I do is just make sure they don't burn the wrong people.

Relying on these people, I have become a hot celebrity in the company, and now let alone the editor-in-chief Luo, the big leaders of the unit have to be afraid of me.

I don't even have to commute to and from work on time now, and I can schedule my own attendance hours in the name of "surveys"; At first, I would symbolically inform Editor-in-Chief Luo by email that I would not come today, and then I simply stopped saying hello. As for the article I wrote, Editor-in-Chief Luo naturally didn't dare to put forward any more opinions, he didn't even dare to change half a word, let alone reject my manuscript.

Ultimately...... With him or without him, it doesn't make a difference to me whether I stay in this company or not.

If I wanted to, I could quit my job immediately and become an independent investigative journalist, a so-called "self-media person"; This unit was a springboard for me, and now that I've taken off, I don't mind getting an extra salary here if this springboard doesn't get in the way, and if it gets in the way, it's okay to get rid of it and step on it again.

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In early February, just after the end of the New Year, the whole country was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, and I went to the detention center.

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

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

Over the course of a few days, I traveled a lot, visited a lot of people, and then, unsurprisingly, was targeted.

I have heard of a female colleague who was directly used by the police to open the door of the house with a hotel key in some places to conduct a surprise inspection in the name of "anti-pornography", but I didn't expect something similar to happen to me.

On the day of my arrest, I was suddenly woken up from my deep sleep, and when I woke up, I found that my room was full of people, some in uniform, some not, and even a few familiar faces to me.

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

When I walked out of the hotel gate, it was freezing and snowy outside, and I was wearing an autumn coat and pants, a coat over my head, and handcuffs on my hands, and I was pressed all the way to the police car.

It wasn't until I entered the bureau that I learned that I was arrested for "drug possession"; I didn't ask them where they got the news, because they wouldn't answer, and even if they did, a "mass report" would shut me up.

When I was questioned, I learned that I had "stolen and seized", saying that I had "searched" some methamphetamine from my luggage.

Then, a man in plain clothes, who had never been willing to reveal his identity, began to do ideological work for me; He told me that the amount of things he found was not large, and that I was not a drug dealer, and that I did not look like an addict, and that as long as I was willing to sign and plead guilty, I would be fine for a few days and a fine.

Listening to his painstaking "persuasion", the sentence of "good for me", I want to laugh, but this is not the time to laugh, I need to think......

Am I overestimating myself? Is it too early to do it to those official figures?

In the past five months, has the attitude of the people around me and the victories I have achieved made me delusional?

Compared to the cold cuffs on my wrists, are the things I've done over the past few months really that lethal?

Anyway, in the end, I didn't sign it, after all, I'm not a fool either, I know what it means to sign. Despite the other party's combination of hard and soft attitudes, from softening to toughness to annoyance and outright intimidation, I was unmoved.

Of course, this did not affect the outcome of my final detention, because the "evidence was sufficient", and my "non-cooperation" only allowed me to stay for 15 days; I've been in prison for a year.

Before entering the detention center, the procedures were complicated, such as blood and urine tests, physical examinations, etc., but none of the test results passed through my own hands.

Because I've interviewed some people who frequented this kind of place before, I don't know a thing or two about it.

In most detention centers, a dozen people sleep in a large room, all of them are covered with bunks, and if your family doesn't bring you a bed, the guards will give you a common bed; That kind of bed covers look very dirty and not very warm, but at this point, you may not be able to cover them, because it is likely to be robbed by the "prison boss".

The toilet in the detention center is a squatting toilet in the corner, blocked by a small low wall, with little privacy to speak of. According to the rules, the new chicks have to go to the toilet to squat, and you are not qualified to squat by the wall until someone more than you comes.

What about those "prison bosses" who often come and go, and who are powerful and powerful, take a group of younger brothers to act as a prestige in them every day, bragging, smoking, and beating people...... Generally speaking, the guards will not care about petty fights, slaps or whatever.

In short, the place of detention is actually a mediocre deterrent to those habitual offenders, and it is those law-abiding citizens who really feel that they are living like a year.

I was mentally prepared to lose my skin in the next fifteen days, but I didn't expect it...... Nothing at the end.

No one came to oppress me, no one even came to talk to me, and even if I took the initiative to talk to others, all I got in exchange was silence and expulsion; Apparently, "someone" had greeted every prisoner I was living with beforehand and told them not to touch me.

Normally, this was supposed to be a sign that someone was "covering me", but I quickly realized that it wasn't right.

If I have suffered a lot in the detention center, I will feel more at ease, because it means that the people who made me this time just want to do this, and after I get out, I can take a few selfies of myself being injured like a victim and continue to play my "justice fighter".

However, this development is now very scary; This development shows that the person or the person who brought me in was not just trying to "teach" me, but to push me into a situation from which I could never recover.

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Fifteen days later, I was free, and my fears became a reality......

When I retrieved my personal belongings, I found that the information in the electronic device I was carrying had been "cleaned" and everything that could have been used as evidence had evaporated; Not only that, but all the information I stored in the cloud and all the information I collected was also removed.

At the place where I changed clothes, I turned on my phone with mixed feelings, ignored the thousands of missed calls and tens of thousands of text message records, and went directly to the social platform, and then saw the dazzling text "Li Xiaofan was released from prison today" on the first hot search list; Under this article, there are several related articles such as "well-known investigative reporter arrested for drug-related crimes" and "Li Xiaofan spreading rumors".

Flipping further back, you can still see: as early as half a month ago, on the night of my arrest...... Before I was officially taken into custody and was still being examined in the hospital, the news was released that I had been arrested and would face detention.

And in the past fifteen days, new "fierce news" about me has been released almost every three days to maintain the heat of this incident; Some of the news is true and some are false, and the true part is basically based on the records I have in my own hands. Judging from these records, they may have even visited my home, so some of the information that only existed on my home computer and notebook also appeared on the Internet; Of course, they only released information that was unfavorable to me, such as the chat logs between me and the Internet trolls, and they did not release the news-related evidence I collected.

I didn't look closely at the fake ones, and I wasn't very interested; From murder for money to forcing people to jump off buildings, from cheating in exams to harassment in the workplace...... Everything you need, everything you need.

I didn't stay at the junction for long, the guards wouldn't let me, and after changing my clothes and packing my belongings, I was kicked out of the detention center.

Waiting for me outside that big iron door were the crowd, the microphone, the flashing lights, the slashing face, the malicious inducing questions, and the ambitious eyes......

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It took me three days to get home, not only because I was in time for the Spring Festival, but also because I was told that I had been blacklisted when I bought my ticket, so I had to take a long-distance bus ride back.

When I returned to my accommodation, it happened to be night, and because all the information such as my phone address was exposed on the Internet, I double-checked that there was no one in ambush nearby, so I dared to enter the building.

When I came to the door, I found that the door was still locked, and after entering, there were no obvious signs of intrusion in the room, but the tape mark I left on the crack of the door showed that someone had definitely entered.

The only thing to be thankful for is that I live on the upper floors, otherwise what awaits me is a place of broken glass, rocks thrown in, rotten eggs, and even excrement.

I didn't call the police because I didn't lose anything other than my data, and there is a high probability that this case will not be filed.

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

The next day, I woke up refreshed, turned on the computer, and calmly read the dismissal email and a lot of spam messages abusing me from the unit.

Halfway through what I saw, there was also a person from the property who came knocking on the door, and it seemed that they knew that I had come back through the records of the electronic key card; I didn't open the door, just said a few words to the other party through the door, but fortunately, the other party didn't have any bad intentions, just urged me to take away the express delivery that I had accumulated these days, saying that there were a lot of things to occupy the space.

I figured that the company had packed all my personal belongings and sent them to me, and they didn't plan to let me enter the building again.

At this point, I have become a jobless vagrant that everyone shouts at, no longer has income, no longer has social status, in fact, I am not even as good as ordinary people.

The name "Li Xiaofan" is no longer a banner, it has become maggots and flies in people's mouths, and the people who originally gathered under this banner to show off their might are also scattered; Moreover, these people now hate and curse me even more than those who pass by.

The memories of netizens are indeed short-lived, and maybe in a few days I will no longer be their focus; But the memory of netizens can also be long-lasting, when they see a person who has been defeated by public opinion, they will always think of those negative labels on him/her for the first time.

From becoming famous to being ruined, it only took me half a year.

Although I had foreseen this one day, I didn't expect it to come so soon.

I didn't investigate who's behind this incident, or how many there are, because that doesn't matter...... If a person makes too many enemies, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later, not to mention that the people I offend are basically villains and wicked people.

Anyway, now that we've gotten to it, it's almost time for me to start the "final plan".

What the? Do you think it's impossible for me to have a "back hand" in this situation? Scold...... Didn't I just say that?

"I had foreseen something like this one day."

Long before I became an investigative journalist, when I was still a letter boy, when I chose to become a media person, when I was determined to become a "sacrificer...... I have foreseen it today.

I knew from the beginning that I couldn't keep winning.

I am just alone, and I am not worth mentioning in front of the truly powerful; When they are ready to do to me what I do to others, it is a hundred times easier to implement than I am – they don't need flowery rhetoric, they don't need professional competence, and they don't need to take any consciousness or risk...... All it takes is an announcement, an order, and there will be countless mouthpieces who will speak for them, and there will be countless hands that will stifle those doubtful voices.

This is a battle that is impossible to win in the first place, so I have already prepared the "last resort".

I'm spying on myself.

From the day I became an investigative journalist, I spent all my savings over the years to hire a team of "professionals" on the dark web under an anonymous identity to monitor my every move 24 hours a day.

After my fame and fortune, these people naturally offered me a price, I pretended to bargain with them, and finally agreed to them - as long as I made enough money to pay their commissions and provide for my normal life, it didn't matter how much.

And these people are really worth the price I pay: I have hidden cameras in my home; In my office, there are hidden cameras they have installed; In the hotel room where I stayed, of course, there were also hidden cameras installed by them...... Even when I'm walking on the road, I'm always followed and candidly photographed.

Now, it's time to use what they've photographed; Relying on this video evidence, as well as my USB flash drive (physical backup data) that I hid in my mother's urn, my "final plan" was implemented.

I myself am the first and last "sacrifice".

Perhaps afterwards, my actions will be labelled as terrorism and slowly suppressed in the control of public opinion.

But as long as there is a day, a moment, a moment, and some people who are touched by me, then all my sacrifices will be worth it.