Chapter 1996: Filing an Investigation

“Many thanks. If you have evidence, please provide it to us as soon as possible. We’ll also interview each victim one by one. Sorry to trouble you.”

Nan Jiaojiao really didn’t like that “sorry to trouble you”, but she smoothly caught it and sidestepped it with ease.

She went on, “As for that whole thing about me imprisoning Miss Song in the hospital, I’m providing the full set of surveillance footage, including what I personally recorded and the cameras in the hospital and the ward. That’s enough to prove my innocence. As for Miss Song’s parents—her mother could go in and out of the ward whenever she wanted. It’s just really strange that in all those videos that blew up online, there just happens to be no footage of Mrs. Song at all, so I’ve filled in that gap.”

Song Yuan looked up in shock. “Impossible, how could you have surveillance footage!”

Nan Jiaojiao fished a button out of her pocket and handed it to the officer. “This is a micro camera. Back then it was clipped to my clothes. I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you officers a bit—the recording runs pretty long.”

Song Yuan: “…”

“I’m reserving the right to pursue legal action against Miss Song for rumor-mongering, slander, malicious defamation, and online violence, and I formally request that a case be opened and investigated.”

“Nan Jiaojiao! Nan Jiaojiao!”

“Why are you yelling, you ashamed and angry now?”

Nan Jiaojiao shot her a look, then swept a glance over the livestream room. She wasn’t interested in reading what the chat was spamming. Chu Yao had found a chair and sat down, camping in the livestream, watching the barrage of comments for her own amusement.

Obviously, as the evidence piled up, the direction of public opinion naturally started to shift. The bigger a scene Song Yuan had made before, the harder it would be to rein it in once the spectacle grew big enough to bite her back.

From the beginning, Nan Jiaojiao had never planned on going easy.

“Oh right, I don’t really understand the law. I’ve already uploaded the surveillance from the cross-sea bridge and the cameras inside and outside the ward. If any of that crosses a line, I’ll delete the videos. It’s just, I don’t have that kind of money to buy trending topics, and I’m also worried that once the videos go online, if anything’s inappropriate it might break the law. So I only posted them on my own Weibo. I’ll drop the link for everyone—anyone who wants to watch can go.”

She doesn’t understand the law?

Ha.

Chu Yao laughed. What is this girl, really—before her “whitewashing” she was a killer with a golden belt, after the wash she’s a pure, fragile little white flower. The key point is, when she was in the Killing Alliance, whenever she got hurt and blood was spilled, it was the blood of scumbags. Put in today’s terms, she ought to be commended for that. No one understands the law better than she does.

Chu Yao adored that vengeful little temper of hers, and the domineering streak she has when she pretends to be clueless.

The Weibo account was Chu Yao’s alt, registered just for fun. She lent it to Nan Jiaojiao to use. After the link was sent to Mo Tingshen, within a second the two livestream rooms were flooded with spammed links. All other voices practically vanished—everyone just clicked the URLs in the chat and followed them to watch.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Nan Jiaojiao looked at Song Yuan, whose face had gone pale with fright, “I was afraid Miss Song would get mobbed online, so anytime your face shows up, I pixelated it for you.”

Song Yuan: “…”

She was clearly mocking those videos online where her own face hadn’t been pixelated, right?

Back then they could still pin it on Nan Jiaojiao, saying she was using the traffic to ride the wave and debut as an influencer. So a lot of the videos were processed in HD, exposing her face in crystal clarity.

Netizens are easy to manipulate, and they’re used to that “first impression is king” mindset. For a whole day, Nan Jiaojiao had been cursed into oblivion.

But with that light, offhand comment of hers, netizens slowly realized what was really going on, and finally clocked that every last one of them had been played, turned into members of the online mob.

It was downright vile!

“Let me think what else there is…”

“Enough…”

Song Yuan couldn’t take it anymore. It was all over. She didn’t dare imagine how badly she was going to get roasted online.

This was a livestream—nothing could be hidden!