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Had lunch.

Qiao Mu and Du Ruo returned to the editorial department.

Zhou Mingke didn't come to work today. Qiao Mu watched as Du Ruo opened a form and began to fill in the contents. This is the form for applying to use [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, for exceptions, rules and regulations are useless, and you can't predict whether what you write is really useful.

The greatest use of this application form is that in case the [crowd] gets out of control and causes serious and irreparable consequences, everyone can trace the source and find the one responsible for it.

"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 everything, Qiao Mu naturally couldn't let go of the opportunity to learn.

"Read these words again."

Du Ruo pointed to the comment 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 that drifted and outlined like a gray mist, trying to get into Qiao Mu's mind.

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

Layers upon layers of ravings rang in his ears with 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. I can't let the real criminal get away with it."

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

Such voices agreeing with Qiao Mu's opinion sounded similar to the reaction brought by those black worms before.

Qiao Mu sneezed.

The gray mist dissipated immediately.

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

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 trends of thought will be affected by [the rabble]. As for who will win in the end, it depends on the reactions of those affected by the trends of thought."

"So, it's still up to me."

Qiao Mu seriously considered the possibility of being sold out.

Fortunately, he has the power of "Ghost". Through this article "The Old House is Happy", readers can personally experience the experience of that night, which is full of appeal.

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

Because the essence of modern marketing is storytelling.

Whoever can tell a good story will gain more audiences. The manual inheritance of a century-old store, the entrepreneurial story of a prodigal son, and the business legend of starting from scratch are all routines.

Compared with the accidents caused by idlers in society which are full of loopholes, it is obvious that rich people raise ghosts and cause disasters are more gimmicks.

He sat in front of the computer and refreshed the page of Shudong.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 growth is quite exciting.

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

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

Some are black, which are the comments of the navy hired by the landlord.

There are some 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 the confrontation of ideological trends.

So Qiao Mu closed her eyes.

In that illusory world made up of 0 and 1, little ripples spread out.

This was just a shock wave caused by a small stone thrown into the sea, but with the turbulence of the waves, the ripples gradually climbed up and became a terrifying sea wave.

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

Those are the people who are sinking and floating in the sea.

Some of them are standing at the crossroads waiting for the red light, picking up their mobile phones in boredom to update the news.

Some people just finished a period of work while sitting in front of the company's computer, and couldn't help but take out their mobile phones, wanting to have some fun.

Some people were meeting the blind date introduced by their elders in a cafe. The two tacitly stopped communicating, but looked at the group chat on their mobile phones.

Some people just finished playing a game, stretched their waists, did not check the record, but refreshed the webpage habitually.

This is all beings.

It is also [the mob].

"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 ghosts? It's nothing new!"

"It's a pity that everyone in a building is dead. 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 tsk, it's not easy for everyone in this world."

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

The two opposing waves reflect each other from a distance, and each spreads its influence, and the turbulent ripples trigger more waves, creating an uproar.

Qiao Mu saw that from an infinite height, the golden thread was slowly falling down, wrapping around the bodies of those ordinary people.

At the same time, the reading, reposting, commenting, likes and other data of the novel "Scientific Exploration Bot" are also rising.

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

By the evening, the novel "Happy Old House" had more than [-] reposts, nearly [-] comments, and more than [-] likes.

Even the number of fans with the "Scientific Exploration Bot" has reached more than 2.

Qiao Mu glanced at it.

Hot search.

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

Qiao Mu watched the completion of his [Lao Fang You Xi] slowly climb to 20%, and was ready to go home satisfied.

Then his cell phone rang.

is an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone and soon heard a serious voice.

"Hello, is this Qiao Mu?"

"It'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!

(End of this chapter)