Chapter 617: The Dignity of Food
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The relaxed and lighthearted tone of the post, that apathetic and nonchalant attitude... Even Quan Shaoteng shuddered when he saw that post.
“D*rn!” He took Salimu’s phone and put it on the table, face down before looking at everyone. “Even my hairs are standing on ends—”
“What is it?” Bai Muchuan showed a puzzled frown on his face.
“It’s better for everyone to not know, especially won...” Quan Shaoteng revealed a spooky smile. “At least, let’s have our dinner first before looking at it.”
Salimu wanted to take back his phone. “But...”
Quan Shaoteng gave him a glare and stopped him from taking the phone. “Young lad, just heed my words!”
“...”
Everyone could more or less guess what Salimu and Quan Shaoteng saw.
“Is it sothing really bloody?” i Xin asked in bewildernt, “a corpse cut by chainsaw, visceral dissection, or organ dissection?...”
Quan Shaoteng: “...”
He pointed to so at dishes before him with his chopsticks, then looked at the hotpot soup which was starting to boil. “Miss i, can’t you leave so dignity for this food?”
“Eh?” i Xin still looked as confused as ever. “Food, dignity?”
She did not understand at all.
Quan Shaoteng sighed. He felt that he was playing a lute to a cow as i Xin couldn’t understand at all.
“I an, these foods are also considered corpses, internal organs and organs.”
“Yeah!” i Xin answered seriously, “Which one of our food is not?”
When the two of them were talking between themselves, the rest of the group could hear them very clearly. Their expressions were frozen and cracks seed to have ford on their faces.
“Excuse ,” Salimu looked at i Xin and Quan Shaoteng, “Can’t we just talk properly?” The young fellow had a bitter expression. He was the youngest among them and the bulk of his work was mainly ‘hacking’ and analyzing. There were not many opportunities for him to go to cri scenes and observe bloody corpses. When the two of them talked about corpses and internal organs, he felt that the delicious hotpot before them had changed its flavor.
“I have made sure not to eat earlier so I can eat more hotpot. Are you two trying to make leave this place with an empty stomach?”
Xiang Wan gulped. She had the sa feeling as well.
She had been missing the taste of hotpot. However, their topic sparked off a vivid imagination in her head that thwarted her appetite.
“Urrgh! Orh, sorry—” Fang Yuanyuan had a more direct response. Her stomach was churning and she felt like vomiting. She covered her mouth and looked at everyone apologetically. After that, her gaze moved to Xiang Wan. “I need to go to the ladies, but... I’m scared.”
Xiang Wan: “...”
She accompanied Fang Yuanyuan to the ladies’ room.
After washing her hands, she cald herself down and by the ti she got out, her mood was much better.
“Do you think we can still swallow the food?” she asked Xiang Wan.
“That depends on how you feel.”
“What about you?”
“?” Xiang Wan ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m not really hungry.”
Fang Yuanyuan cracked up in laughter after a second. A feeling of empathy took the edge off her fear. She put an arm around Xiang Wan’s shoulders as they walked out of the Ladies. “This is actually a psychological thing. I feel that we should train ourselves more as we are the wives of detectives. Sothing like this should be a common occurrence going ahead, right? We shouldn’t let the good food down because of this...”
“Why do you want to do that?” Xiang Wan glanced at her from the corners of her eyes. “Isn’t it good to go on a diet?”
Fang Yuanyuan pulled a long face. “You’ll lose like that.”
“I’m wrong. Please continue to protect your 120 pounds of at.”
“Hurhur! Let’s eat! I still want my dinner!”
The two of them chatted while on the way back to the private dining room. It was not easy to calm down and overco the feeling of nausea. Yet the mont they pushed open the door, Fang Yuanyuan felt like her stomach was starting to churn again.
“My goodness... Excuse , I still want to eat my dinner.”
...
Everyone was now discussing that post.
Even though Quan Shaoteng wanted Salimu to say it after dinner, the curiosity of human nature was difficult to suppress.
i Xin did a search on the internet and found that post. She also posted the link in the Gossip group chat.
In just a short ti, that post beca one of the top trending topics.
However, the original post got deleted by the social dia platform.
What was left were the retweets or screenshots of the post.
From the screenshot, it was clear that in less than half an hour, that post had gathered more than 20,000 votes and ssages...
The netizens loved to look out for drama. They were mostly unbothered about how the matter would be blown out of proportion. The keyboard warriors even helped to co up with all kinds of suggestions for the murderer’s script instead. They left comnts to inform the microblog owner that the poll was not exciting enough. They showed off their creativity and thought of all kinds of strange and bizarre thods of killing soone. They simply voiced their thoughts so casually without any careful consideration...
This topic was really hot.
The discussions were mixed with criticism. It quickly beca a vortex that swept the Internet, drawing in the attention of countless numbers of people.
Whether people were eating, working or socializing with their friends, many of them were looking at the news with their phones.
“This world is like an ice cellar. Nobody sees death coming, nor does anyone see the imminent pain that the victims will face. People indulge in their own self-created fantasy that they are addicted to... Evil feeds on the lives of fellow humans, and they will still continue to eat with relish with the stench of human blood in the air... The world is not worth it, n are not worth it. You devils should go die!”
Ten minutes later, the microblog owner of the original post which got deleted made another post.
The resentful tone of the owner lanted about the rcilessness of human beings before a warning was issued.
“The votes have been tabulated and the script will et the public very soon... What everyone wanted, will co! Everything will co! Darkness will co! Death will co! Until all of the sins are swallowed up!”
A countless number of remarks were made under that post.
“Wow! I’m so looking forward to it. To the owner, please make it co fast!”
The first remark received several thousands of likes and hundreds of replies.
“I hope the script can co out first before the real thing starts. Otherwise, there’s no excitent at all.”
The second remark also received a similar amount of likes, similar to the first remark as well as hundreds of replies.
“The Internet is not a lawless land. Netizens, open your door, water ter check!”
The third remark did not receive a lot of likes but received more comnts—which were basically verbal abuses at the one who made the remark.
“Dear owner, I have a suggestion! If you want to kill soone, then kill those wealthy ones. People like Xu Siqi are not interesting as they were not as rich and famous. At least, kill soone like Xie Wanwan which could be a test of nerves and create more topics of interest... Heheh, everyone please like my comnt so the owner can see this.”
This comnt received so many likes and replies...
In no ti, it beca the top comnt.
The more one read, the more chills they would feel.
The comnts and replies of the keyboard warriors were mostly toxic and negative.
They hated everything so much that they wished everyone would be annihilated.
They hated everything so much that they wished they were the only ones left in this world.
They dumped all of their disappointnts and frustrations in reality on the Internet like dumping rubbish and spread such negative thoughts like a plague.
Positive energy was overwheld by negative energy...
Hardly anyone would go deep to understand the real intention of the one who created this post. The keyboard warriors were dysfunctional in their brains. In order to gain attention, they insult and destroy relentlessly without qualms. They hide behind their screens; their hearts have already beco rotten, leaving only the body to continue to do evil...
The world under this post was cold and indifferent.
If soone disagreed with them, he or she would be jointly attacked by these keyboard warriors.
There were more who chose to be the silent majority.
They were unconcerned and detached.
That was all there was to it.
Xiang Wan read the post on her mobile phone. Her blood had turned cold. For a mont, she thought she had fallen into an ice cellar.
“We really shouldn’t have chosen to eat hotpot.”
“Does it matter what we eat?”
“If only we had chosen to eat vegetarian!” Xiang Wan sighed softly. “In this way, we could reduce the sins of these fellow humans.”
“...”
Bai Muchuan had been staying quiet since earlier. After he finished reading all the relevant posts, he turned to Salimu.
“Find out the identity of that microblog owner when we get back later.”
Salimu nodded his head. “Our Captain has already sent this in our Intelligence Teamwork chat. They have started to look into this!”
Bai Muchuan put down his phone and calmly placed food into the hotpot as though nothing had happened.
“Let’s eat.”
Everyone looked at him.
“Co on everyone, let’s dig in!”
“Yeah everyone, help yourselves to the food...”
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