Had lunch.

Qiao Du and Du Ruo returned to the editorial office.

Zhou Mingke didn't come to work today, Qiao Du watched Du Ruo open a form and began to fill in the contents, this is the form to apply for the use of [Rabble].

Qiao Du glanced at it twice in case he needed it, and he found that the contents were quite simple, and he could fill them in by himself as long as he had seen them once.

After all, rules and regulations don't really work when it comes to anomalies, and you can't predict if what you're writing will actually be used that way.

The biggest use of this application form is that in case the [rabble] gets out of control and causes irreparable serious consequences, you can trace back to the source and find the one responsible for the blame.

"If I think about it, I can write it myself."

Qiao Dui realized that it seemed a little too natural to promise Du Ruo just now.

Thinking of his previous experience and the hints of those words, Qiao Du suddenly felt that maybe Du Ruo's extraordinary ability was to make everything about him reasonable.

However, all the writing was written, and Qiao Duan naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity to learn.

"Look at the words again."

Du Ruo pointed to the review of Qiao Dui's "Science Exploration Bot" novel on the computer screen.

Qiao Du rubbed her eyes and looked closely.

In the comments, several of them began to wriggle, like worms, twisting and trying to crawl out of the screen.

In addition, there are some comments, floating like a gray mist, sketching, trying to burrow into Qiao Dui's head.

Qiao Du didn't resist, and inhaled the storm in one go.

Layers of whispers rang in his own voice.

"Woo woo, 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, and I can't let the real criminals go unpunished."

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

Voices like this echoed Qiao Dui's opinion, similar to the reaction of the black worms that had come before.

Jo Twilight sneezed.

The gray mist suddenly dissipated.

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

Du Ruo said lightly, not like he was explaining the treacherous anomaly, as if he was discussing the heavy rain in the morning.

"Both currents of thought will be affected by the [rabble], and as for who wins in the end, it depends on the reaction of those affected by the ideology."

"So, it's up to me."

Qiao Du seriously considered the possibility of whether she had been sold.

Fortunately, he has the power of [ghost], and through this "Old House Happiness", readers can experience the experience of that night immersively, which is full of infectiousness.

From a communication perspective, Qiao Du felt that she was very advantageous.

Because modern marketing is all about storytelling.

Whoever can tell a good story will be able to get more audiences, what is the handmade inheritance of a century-old store, the entrepreneurial story of the prodigal son's return, and the self-made business legend, in fact, they are all routines.

Compared with the accidents caused by the flawed and commonplace idle people in society, it is obvious that the rich people raise imps to cause disasters even more gimmicky.

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

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

I have to say that watching the data grow, it's quite emotional.

Qiao Twilight scanned the comments from the background, and he found that most of the comments were covered in a layer of color, hazy, like tiny bugs.

Some are white, representing comments in support of Qiao Dui.

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

There are also comments in the middle that are in the original font, but with the passage of time, these words are more or less stained with white and black.

This is a confrontation of ideologies.

So Qiao Du closed her eyes.

In that illusory world of 0s and 1s, a little ripple ripples.

This was just a shock wave caused by a small pebble thrown into the sea, but with the tumbling of the waves, the ripple gradually climbed and became a terrifying wave.

The waves rushed in the endless sea, lighting up the colorful stars in the countless secluded seas.

It was the people who were floating in the sea.

Some of them are standing at the intersection waiting for a red light, boredly picking up their phones to refresh the news.

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

Some people were dealing with the blind date introduced by their elders in the café, and the two tacitly did not communicate again, but looked at the group chat on their mobile phones.

Some people just finished playing a game, stretched their waists, and didn't look at the results, but habitually refreshed the web page.

It's a multitude of beings.

It is also a rabble.

"It's really strange that this fire case has this kind of story behind it."

"It's so fast to gain popularity, and it's only been a long time since I started writing novels."

"I actually think that this novel is more real than the report, is there something wrong with my brain?"

"Why do rich people like to raise little ghosts, there is nothing new!"

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

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

Countless thoughts flickered in that dark world through regular electrical signals, and the torrent of data condensed into a wave, rushing forward, as if it would never stop.

The two opposing waves reflected each other from afar, each spreading its influence, and the stirring ripples triggered more waves, seething.

Qiao Du saw that from infinity high, the golden silk threads slowly drooped and wrapped around the bodies of those ordinary people.

At the same time, the reading, retweeting, commenting, and liking data of the novel "Science Exploration Bot" are also climbing.

Even, some keen self-media have begun to wash the manuscript, remove the source of this novel and reprint it on their official account, or match it with AI's synthesized sound to make a short video.

By the evening, the number of retweets of the novel "Old House Youxi" had exceeded 7,000, the comments were close to 5,000, and the likes had exceeded 100,000.

Even the number of fans with the "scientific exploration bot" has reached more than 20,000.

Qiao Du looked.

It's on the hot search.

In addition to the scandals and gossip of celebrities, 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 again.

Qiao Du watched the completion of his [Old Fang Youxi] slowly climb to 20%, and was ready to go home satisfied.

Then his phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone and soon heard a serious voice.

"Hello, is it Qiao Dui?"

"It's me."

Qiao Du immediately stood up.

"That's right, we are from the Jiangcheng City Police Bureau, there are some situations I want you to cooperate with our investigation, can you come to the bureau now, or tell you where you are now, we will send a car to pick you up."

On the other side of the airwaves, the other party said.

“......”

Qiao Du immediately hung up the phone, and then installed the anti-fraud APP on her mobile phone.

If you want to lie to him, no way!