Watching him leave, Officer Lu sighed, "I thought it was a lover's revenge for love, but I didn't expect that after all the twists and turns, it turned out to be a dispute over money. Xiang Xiaoyuan is too miserable."
He asked: "Master, haven't you found Xiang Xiaoyuan yet?"
Lin Dapeng was sorting out his notes. Hearing this, he looked at the time and said, "I haven't received a call today."
Officer Lu muttered, "No matter how big that place is, we should be able to find the person."
At this time, a young policeman rushed in and said, "Captain Lin, something bad has happened."
"He Youwei live-broadcasted outside the police station, demanding that we give the public an explanation."
There was a huge crowd of people in front of the Municipal Bureau.
He Youwei stood in front of the camera and said with a serious face: "… Regarding the recent kidnapping case in our city, I hope the police will report the case as soon as possible and not cause unnecessary panic to the public."
"As citizens, we have the right to know about the case. The people do not want to be fooled, let alone fooled by certain snobbish groups."
She wore light makeup, and her pretty face was full of determination. In the cold wind of late autumn, she looked pitiful. She was surrounded by people holding their phones high, some were watching the excitement, and some were fanning the flames. They surrounded her like stars surrounding the moon.
The young policeman asked anxiously: "Captain, what should we do?"
Lin Dapeng was not good at handling public relations. He said, "What did the director say?"
The head of the public relations department also came and said, "Director Lu is not here today. He went to the provincial government for a meeting."
"Lao Lin, tell me the truth, what should I say?"
Lin Dapeng sighed, "I'll go down and talk to them."
The head of the public relations department refused, “I suggest you not do that.”
"You don't know how terrifying the media is. If you dare to show up now, they will dig up your entire family tomorrow morning."
"They will use you to make jokes, question your malfeasance without any reason, or even quote your words out of context, and then the trolls will attack you."
"I'm serious, Lao Lin, don't make trouble for yourself. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your sister-in-law and Zhixiang."
Lin Dapeng sighed, "I am the only one who knows the details of the case. Besides, even if you come forward, they will still frame you."
"Aren't these people just causing trouble? We clearly issued a notice, if they don't believe it, they can check it themselves." Officer Lu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry about it, I'll go."
The PR manager quickly stopped him and said, "Hey, please calm down."
"Your identity is original sin."
"Believe it or not, they will definitely find out who you are in less than three minutes. Then they will make up a story about you, saying that you are the son of the director. You are so young and hold such a high position. You must have had connections."
Officer Lu was dissatisfied, "How can my position be considered high? I am already in my forties, and I should be able to get to this position even if I have worked hard."
The PR manager waved his hands and said, "Those trolls won't believe it."
"In their eyes, all officials are bad people, and the second generation are all rich and unkind. You'd better stop adding to our work pressure."
The three were worried when the young police officer came over with his phone and reported: "Brother Bird is here."
Downstairs, He Youwei tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears and said firmly: "Today I stand here, representing the people of this city—"
A slender white hand suddenly appeared in the camera and snatched the microphone from her.
Lin Jiaqiao turned the microphone around so that the "Reading Newspapers at Leisure" logo faced himself so that no one could see it.
She asked He Youwei's photographer, "Is it live?"
The photographer was confused by the question and nodded blankly.
Lin Jiaqiao was only wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans, and her makeup from the morning was already smudged. Her nose and forehead were a little oily, and her shoulder-length black hair was casually tied into a ponytail.
They are completely different from He Youwei who has dressed up specially.
But she was very confident, as if this was a shot of their "Leisure Reading" program and the microphone originally belonged to her.
She said to the camera, "Shut up! What did the people of this city do wrong to deserve a rubbish like you as their representative?"
Everyone at the scene was stunned by her actions, and finally came to their senses at this time, with voices of protest and booing rising one after another.
Lin Jiaqiao was not flustered at all. He calmly took out his cell phone and put it next to the microphone.
A sharp whistle sounded immediately.
Everyone covered their ears and the scene finally became quiet.
Lin Jiaqiao stared at He Youwei and said, "Excuse me, the microphone is in my hand now. My voice is the loudest, and you must listen to me."
"The first question is, do you know '911'?"
Someone replied disdainfully, “Everyone knows this.”
Lin Jiaqiao nodded, "Very good, now for the second question. Who was the person who flew the plane into the Twin Towers?"
This time, more people answered, "Terrorists."
Lin Jiaqiao shook his finger. “I’m not asking about the identity given to them by the American media. I’m asking about their own identity.”
"No one knows?"
She put the microphone close to He Youwei's mouth, "He Youwei, you don't know either. Your 'Wei Guan News' commemorates '911' every year and calls for world peace. You should know this."
He Youwei pursed her lips and said nothing, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Lin Jiaqiao comforted her: "You should blame yourself for your ignorance."
"I'll tell you who they are."
"Some of them received full scholarships from the Department of Mathematics at the University of Bonn, some studied urban planning at the Technical University of Hamburg, and some studied mechanical engineering in the United States or China."
"They have all been educated in Western countries and enjoy a Western lifestyle. They have seen the best of the best. They are the elite among the elite."
"But why would they rather abandon everything they have and fly a plane into that building?"
"I'm not saying this isn't bad, I'm just reminding everyone that the media always likes to tell the stories behind murderers, but no one cared about their identities until I raised this question."
"Of course, it's not our fault."
"Because the US holds the microphone and shouts all the time that these people are terrorists, we assume that they are crazy."
"And here's another little-known fact for you. The CIA admitted that on the same day in 1948, they murdered Chile's democratically elected president, Salvador Allende."
“On the same September 11th, why do people only say ‘God bless America’ but do not condemn the atrocities committed by the United States.”
"Because they have the microphone!"
"They have been holding the microphone and shouting to the world for twenty years!"
"They didn't lie, they just lied to the people."
"They never report the truth, they only take the pieces that are useful to them."
“And you guys are doing the same thing.”
"It feels good to be an opinion leader, right? You feel like you have become a great person and everyone is following your lead."
"No, you are just a bunch of liars who are trying to attract attention."
Hearing someone protesting quietly from below, Lin Jiaqiao asked, "Why, you can't stand it?"
"You chose to be liars, so you should listen obediently when you are scolded."
"I can't stand what I've just said, and I haven't said anything more unpleasant yet."
"You want to do bad things, but you don't want to be punished early. There is no such good thing in the world."
A young man next to He Youwei said aggrievedly: "I just came to join in the fun, there's no need for you to say such harsh words."
Lin Jiaqiao looked at him seriously, "I guarantee that most of the people here think so."
"'I didn't do anything wrong, I was just joining in the fun', 'I didn't do anything wrong, it's just my job'. 'I didn't do anything wrong, that's what everyone else says'."
"No, you did it wrong."
"You didn't stop it, so you were accomplices."
"Do you know what 'banality of evil' is?"
"Go back and look it up in the dictionary."
Lin Jiaqiao said: "I hope you will not be ashamed of your work."
As soon as she finished speaking, He Youwei applauded, "That's very well said, you are worthy of being Lin Jiaqiao."
She said loudly: "You may not know this, but this Miss Lin Jiaqiao is the daughter of Mr. Lin Dapeng, the head of the criminal investigation team of the Municipal Bureau."
"Ms. Lin said we are liars and that our news was fake. What about you? You—"
Lin Jiaqiao sneered, "I am not only Mr. Lin Dapeng's daughter, but also your junior. Of course, that was before you were fired from Youxiandubao for false news."
"You can just label someone and say whatever you want, right? Well, I'll just say it straight."
"He Youwei, Liu Yang is your lover, scold him."
He Youwei's face froze: "You, don't change the subject. It is a fact that the police did not disclose the case, and we the public have the right to express our opinions. You police cannot fool us!"
Lin Jiaqiao's face turned cold, "Don't use this kind of rhetoric to fool people."
"The police station is the police station, and I am me. The police station is a place to protect the people, and I am just an ordinary beautiful woman who stands up for justice."
"You are not a member of the public. You are a member of the media. If I let you know the details of the case, can you guarantee that this case will not become the next 'white case'?"
Because of the media's excessive involvement, the girl who should have been rescued ended up dying tragically at the hands of the kidnappers.
He Youwei forced herself to remain calm: "You sound so high-sounding, but it's because you and the mastermind Xiang Xiaoyuan are good friends."
Lin Jiaqiao smiled brightly at her. She said, "I was just waiting for you to say that."
"Ms. He Youwei, the police have already issued an announcement, why do you keep emphasizing that Ms. Xiang Xiaoyuan is the murderer?"
He Youwei suddenly had a bad feeling. She said, "I suspect the police are covering up for—"
Lin Jiaqiao asked: "How can you have such an idea when you don't even understand the discounts on Double Eleven?"
"Can I guess that it was Liu Yang who told you."
"After all, the day before he disappeared, you two checked into the same hotel and stayed in the same room for five hours before coming out."
The crowd was in an uproar, and all cameras were focused on He Youwei.
He Youwei panicked and retorted loudly: "You are talking nonsense!"
The hotel where they checked into was very secretive, and she didn't believe anyone would find out.
This is thanks to Lin Jiaqiao's memory of the future.
In the original timeline, He Youwei disappeared in this hotel a few days later.
Lin Jiaqiao leaned close to He Youwei's ear and said, "It doesn't matter if I said I didn't lie. What you should worry about now is how to explain it to Xu Yalan."