My Healing Games

Chapter 412 The World Isn't That Bad
Public opinion has reversed.

When the families of the victims were willing to tear open their own wounds to prove Han Fei's innocence, those who spread rumors and stirred up trouble had already lost.

The edited video, the fake victim's family members, and the accusation and boycott article written by a professional organization—one lie after another was exposed.

The person behind the scenes is actually very vicious. Han Fei has helped the police solve many murder cases, which involve a lot of victims' families. Since the victims' families in different murder cases do not know each other, they thought that even if they impersonated one or two people, no one would find out.

Furthermore, those who impersonate the victims' family members are not entirely unrelated to the victims; they may be friends of the victims' friends or relatives of the victims' relatives.

Some people have no bottom line if they are paid enough.

Most online viewers don't delve into the relationships involved; they only want to see what they want to see, such as a passionate actor who presents himself as a hero, but is actually a cold-blooded scumbag who tramples on the hearts of victims' families.

The masterminds behind the scenes don't even need to do much. They plant the seed in the wound, and all sorts of negative emotions on the internet converge on that seed, eventually causing it to grow into an incredibly ugly and enormous monster.

If Han Fei helped nine out of ten victims' families but exploited only one, many people would think he was wrong and couldn't be exonerated.

If the families of the victims who created the human body mosaic hadn't reacted so directly and strongly, Han Fei would now be drowning in a sea of ​​insults, without even a chance to speak out.

If Han Fei's act of bravery was truly only for his own fame, then he would probably have fallen into depravity and would never again perform acts of bravery.

Unfortunately, none of those assumptions came true.

Han Fei assisted the police in solving the case not to exploit anyone, nor for fame; he simply wanted to help his neighbors in the Deep World get justice.

The world is indeed terrible, but sometimes it's not so terrible.

The mastermind behind the scenes did not expect the victim's family to react so strongly, nor did they expect the Shanghai police to intervene directly in the second stage of the public opinion spread. All the lies were exposed, and they discovered an unbelievable fact: Han Fei really did not have any problems.

Knowing they could no longer use the victims' families to boycott Han Fei, the people who orchestrated all of this changed their strategy and had a large number of online trolls spread other information, such as the suspicion that this was all a farce orchestrated by "The Suspense Novelist" to promote the movie.

They directly attacked the production team of "The Suspense Novelist," for the same reasons they had used to attack Han Fei.

It is said that "The Suspense Novelist" to promote the film to reopen old wounds in the hearts of the victims' families, disregarding their pain and despair.

These are the most despicable people, saying the most considerate things.

They speak grandly and righteously, but deep down they don't care about the lives of the victims' families.

However, by this time, very few people were still willing to believe them. The vast majority of netizens still maintained the ability to think independently. The long article calling for a boycott of Han Fei had been deleted, and the account that initially posted the video had been deactivated and disappeared.

Now, there are more videos on the internet recorded by the families of the victims. These videos are not clear and have no subtitles, but they are very real, so real that they are heartbreaking.

The one-sided abuse has long been replaced by warm words, but those disgusting and cruel words still remain on social media platforms.

The mastermind behind the scenes escaped, the trolls left, and soon their words would be deleted or covered by other comments.

The only thing that remained unchanged was Han Fei, who had witnessed all of this.

Around 9 PM, Han Fei's name appeared on the national trending search list, which was probably the closest he had ever come to Huang Ying.

Seeing the rapidly rising popularity, Han Fei walked out of the lounge and found Director Zhang, who was making a video call with several men.

As soon as Han Fei approached, Director Zhang immediately pulled him into the frame as well: "These people are the producers and main investors of 'The Suspense Novelist.' I'm discussing with them how to fight back."

Previously, when they attacked Han Fei, it was Han Fei's personal matter. Now, when they attack "The Suspense Novelist," it's the entire production team's business, and even the film's investors are getting restless.

Director Zhang had an expression that said, "I knew it all along." He believed from the beginning that the other party's target was "The Suspense Novelist."

"Director Zhang, you can retaliate however you want, but you absolutely must not drag the victim's family into this again. The pain of losing a loved one, the replay of those memories, it's just too cruel." Han Fei said directly to the men in the video, "I hope you won't exploit the videos released by the victim's family and the attention they've generated. Let's put an end to this as soon as possible."

In front of the director, main investors, and producers, Han Fei's attitude was unusually firm, as if he wasn't discussing things with them, but rather informing them that they should do it this way.

The people in the video looked at each other in bewilderment. They had originally planned to take advantage of this opportunity to further boost the popularity of "The Suspense Novelist," which would also be a form of publicity for Han Fei.

"Han Fei, look at your ranking on the movie actor list, and look at the number of followers you've gained on social media. This is truly a fantastic opportunity. Are you sure you want to give it up?" A man in the video call seemed incomprehensible. He showed Han Fei on his computer: "There's discussion about you everywhere online. An actor without a company, without an agent, and without even a social media membership, is using his earnings and prize money to help victims' families. Your usual good deeds have earned you this opportunity for fame! We'll promote you! This is simply a godsend..."

“There are some rules to follow when it comes to publicity and generating buzz. Besides, I risked my life to assist the police, and it really wasn’t for fame or a reward.” Han Fei’s voice was deep and powerful. He stared at the people in the video, and surprisingly, no one spoke up to refute him: “Don’t bother the victim’s family anymore. That’s it.”

Han Fei remained resolute, and the man in the video continued to persuade him, but his gaze towards Han Fei now held a newfound respect.

After a long day of intense filming, and then seeing countless insults, accusations, and denigrations on social media, Han Fei was exhausted.

Most importantly, he has an excellent memory, you could say he can remember everything he sees, but this also makes it hard for him to forget things he has seen, and he will always unconsciously recall them.

"After being scolded for so long, I'm just a little tired. It seems I've matured a lot." Han Fei didn't know if this would continue, but he wouldn't stop because of it. After all, he had countless colleagues behind him.

After greeting all the staff who cared about him, Han Fei prepared to leave.

After changing his clothes, Han Fei had just stepped off the film set when he heard the sound of a motorcycle starting up.

Looking up, I saw Li Xue waiting outside, dressed in casual clothes.

"When did you come here?"

"You've been waiting for a while, haven't you?" Li Xue tossed Han Fei a motorcycle helmet. "Get on. Butterfly hasn't been caught yet. The bureau leaders are worried about you walking alone at night, so they asked me to take you home."

"Thank you, boss."

"Do you really believe it?"

The motorcycle started, and Li Xue carried Han Fei out of the meat processing plant's residential compound, speeding along the highway in the far suburbs of Xinhu.

The car headlights pierced the darkness, swept across the desolate suburbs, and traveled through the night wind.

"Did you expect to encounter so much trouble before you helped someone?"

"No."

"Will you continue to help them in the future?"

"meeting."

Han Fei's reply came from the back seat of the motorcycle. Li Xue didn't say anything after hearing it; she just let out a long sigh of relief.

The streetlights illuminated the way forward. After learning about what had happened online, Li Xue rushed to the film set as soon as she got off work.

After entering the city, Li Xue slowed down her car.

"Want to go get a drink?"

She had seen Han Fei's social media posts, which were filled with all sorts of vile insults and slander, enough to drive a person crazy. So she wanted to help Han Fei distract himself.

When you're drunk, those worries become blurred.

"Do you police officers drink after get off work?" Han Fei looked at the roadside food stalls. There are still small shops like this in the old city now. If the smart city is expanded in the future, these small restaurants may gradually disappear.

"Who says police officers can't drink after get off work? We're all human, including you."

"Never mind, you still have to ride your motorcycle home. Don't drink and drive."

After being dropped off at the entrance of the residential area by Li Xue, Han Fei treated Li Xue to a meal outside. The two talked a lot during the meal, mostly about the murder case that had occurred in Xinhu. The waiter was so frightened that his hands were shaking when he served the dishes.

Han Fei didn't return home until 11 p.m.

He took a cold shower, then took out his phone and dialed Jin Jun's number.

"Did you find anything?"

“We did find out, but it’s a bit tricky.” Jin Jun hesitated, then added, “That guy is a madman who does things for money. I think it’s best not to provoke him for now.”

"Madman? How crazy?" Han Fei's lips curled up slightly, his eyes were terrifying.

"Most people in our line of work are like me, working alone. But there are also a few guys who make a living off scandals. They've formed their own little circle called 'Shooting Star.' The meaning is simple: no matter how dazzling a celebrity's brilliance is, they can turn them into a shooting star. This group has no bottom line. They'll do anything—secretly film, record, spread rumors, threaten—for money, they'd eat shit, let alone human blood buns."

"Are they the ones exploiting the victims' families?"

“The reason you’ve made such a big fuss this time is because of the leader among them.” Jin Jun sighed. “Are you sure you want to go head-to-head with them? They might try everything to smear you, attack you, keep an eye on you all the time, and even use public opinion to try to force you to your death.”

Jin Jun said very seriously, "That beast really did drive people to their deaths for money before. I'm not lying to you. You can still find it online now. About ten years ago, there was a female anchor who had a terminal illness. They drove her to suicide."

"A female anchor suffering from a terminal illness?" Han Fei felt that the words sounded familiar. He suddenly remembered the delivery girl who had been slandering the woman in the red dress.

He vaguely remembered that the delivery guy's ID in the female streamer's live broadcast room was "Flowing Light No. 1".

"Ten years ago, they weren't doing things this big. Now their methods are even dirtier. The leader recently ruined a female celebrity. They said that celebrity abused drugs and had a face transplant, and then they've been watching her day and night like a bunch of parasites..."

Jin Jun told Han Fei everything he knew, without omitting anything.

In fact, when he learned that Han Fei was preparing to confront the other party head-on, he already understood the seriousness of the matter.

That stream of light gathered a group of beasts. They weren't just simple trolls and paparazzi; they were a pack of mad dogs who would still count their money and revel even if they drove someone to their death.

So far, no celebrity has been willing to provoke them.

"Han Fei, you need to think this through. They're well hidden and there are many of them. It's not enough to just catch the leader. And think about it, they spread rumors as a group, driving people to suicide. The ringleader will only get a few years at most, and then his men will keep attacking you. Is it really worth wasting your bright future on those maggots?" Jin Jun said earnestly.

“Originally, I hadn’t planned on doing that, but after hearing what you said, whether it’s for that anchor from ten years ago or the female celebrity who passed away recently, I feel that I should do the right thing.” Han Fei learned the names of the leader and several core members of Liuguang through Jin Jun: “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything drastic. They’re spreading rumors and insulting me, so I’ll say a few bad things about them too.”

Han Fei did not tell Jin Jun in detail what he was going to do. He was only planning to say a few bad things about the other party, but in the deeper world, using the power of incantations.

"Their core members have profited from so much human suffering, so they must be doing quite well and should be able to afford 'Perfect Life'."

Whether the other party has the ability to buy "Perfect Life" is not important. In reality, Han Fei also does not intend to let those guys off the hook. When the time comes, he will work with the police to make those guys receive the punishment they deserve.

"They really like eating blood-soaked buns? Great! Then I'll prepare a whole room full of blood-soaked buns for them, so they can eat their fill."

Han Fei rarely gets angry now, but when he saw Wei Youfu's father standing next to Wei Youfu's portrait with a worn-out cell phone to prove his innocence, a fire instantly ignited in his heart.

“Even the victims’ families have to play the role. Since they don’t care about the despair of others at all, then I don’t need to care about their despair either.”

After hanging up Jin Jun's call, Han Fei looked at the clock on the wall.

As midnight approached, he entered the gaming pod and put on the black gaming helmet.

Thank you, Rui-chan, for being the patron!

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(End of this chapter)