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I established a law enforcement agency in Southeast Asia, specializing in dealing with those who the law can't touch. One day, I encountered a heartbroken grandmother. The murderer who brutally killed her granddaughter was acquitted, and on the day he was released, he hired thugs to smash the old woman’s door. He threw photos of the girl's mutilated and exposed body right into her face. With arrogance, he taunted her, “Go ahead, call the police. Report me. Tomorrow, I’ll dig up her grave.”

That same day, the grandmother picked up each photo of her granddaughter, one by one, and came to us—the Justice Agency.

《Justice in the Shadows》

Zhao's mother was determined to track down Wang Rui's grandmother and uncover the mastermind behind everything. But when she finally arrived at the dilapidated tenement building, it was completely abandoned. With no leads, she had no choice but to continue pressuring the online platforms. Despite hiring top-tier programmers, Zhao Ba's scandal continued to spread uncontrollably, with furious netizens attacking both Zhao Ba and the Xinlei Art School, their outrage reverberating across every platform.

Just then, Zhao's mother had a "brilliant" idea—We can hire our own trolls!

The plan was set into motion. Hired internet trolls flooded the comment sections, engaging in heated battles with the public. Zhao's team worked tirelessly to smear Xu Xi, portraying her as a scheming gold digger, while depicting Xu Xi's grandmother as a vile woman exploiting her granddaughter's tragedy for profit.

"What rape and murder? It's clear that little tramp tried to seduce a rich kid and, ashamed after failing, committed suicide!"

"That 'poor' grandmother? She's just milking her granddaughter's death for money, that's all!"

"The dismembered body? That old hag probably did it herself! For cash, she's capable of anything. You fools are just being used!"

The war of words escalated, and soon, the public's attention was successfully diverted. Zhao's mother sighed in relief. It was late at night, and she put down her phone, applying an expensive face mask. With smug satisfaction, she thought, "How dare a bunch of poor nobodies challenge us?" As soothing music filled the villa, she glided down the spiral staircase in her silk nightgown, eager to show Zhao Ba how she had decisively handled the crisis.

But as she stepped into the living room, a chill swept through her body. She froze, paralyzed with fear. At some point, a life-sized doll of Xu Xi had appeared in the room. Zhao Ba and the five bodyguards were nowhere to be found.

The doll slowly turned its head, revealing a bloodied stump where its left leg should have been. Its bloodshot eyes locked onto her, and the pale lips moved, opening and closing mechanically:

Zhao's mother screamed, tumbling down the staircase, her costly face mask now smeared with dust. Panicking, she looked up, only to see the doll standing right in front of her, smiling eerily as it reached out and pressed her face against its bloody, mutilated leg stump.

Her blood-curdling screams echoed through the villa, but they failed to disturb anyone. Outside the gated community, a sleepy security guard yawned, casually watching as a garbage truck drove away. Inside the trash bin, there was a series of dull thuds. One of the bodyguards in a black uniform lifted the lid and punched fiercely into the container. Moments later, silence returned.

By dawn, the city would once again be clean and orderly. The trash would be sent to the disposal center—crushed, burned, composted...

That's where garbage belongs, isn't it?

Meanwhile, the internet awaited. The netizens had become accustomed to the wait—for the next six-hour cycle of madness to begin again.

Zhao Mother's "Brilliant" Plan: A Crisis Rebounds in Manipulating Public Opinion