You call Final Destination a safety education film?

A clip of internet celebrity A Liang's live stream went viral on Weibo. Although it was quickly banned by the platform, most netizens who were watching the show that night saw the video.

Some people have voiced their doubts, feeling that it was all staged.

Outraged netizens immediately launched into a tirade:

"He didn't move at all even with the stretcher swaying like that, and in the more than one-minute live video clip, there wasn't even a rise or fall in his breathing. Most actors couldn't do that kind of performance, let alone Lin Ye, who is just a directing student. If this were acting, he could win an award right away."

"Act? You try acting as a corpse! Even at a time like this, you're still being stubborn. How are you any different from those who cyberbullied him back then!"

……

#How terrible is cyberbullying?#

#We all owe him an apology#

#RejectCyberbullying#

Is Hannibal really that bad?

These topics quickly dominated Weibo's trending searches, attracting widespread attention from the general public.

"It's just a graduation project, is it really necessary to push someone to the brink of death...?"

"It's ridiculous to trample people to death when they're alive, and then start to regret it when they're gone."

"I feel that the film was actually quite good; it feels like someone is maliciously stirring up trouble."

……

The online bloggers who had previously tried to capitalize on Lin Ye's popularity quickly deleted their posts and pretended to be dead. The homepage of internet celebrity A Liang was completely hidden and cleared, leaving only an apology video.

"I'm sorry everyone, I just wanted to jump on the bandwagon, I never imagined it would lead to someone's death..."

Besides numerous comments criticizing him, the comment section also contained a significant number of apology comments.

"I apologize. I shouldn't have just blindly followed others and made those comments."

What was a celebratory online forum a while ago has now turned into a trial ground filled with guilt and panic.

……

Inside a rented room.

"Brother Lin, you're amazing! You even came up with this solution." Jian Ping said with a chuckle.

Lin Ye, who is considered "dead" by netizens, is leisurely eating hot pot. Among the people sitting next to him is Zhao Chi, who had a minor conflict with him in the past.

If observant netizens were present, they would quickly notice something—

The lead doctor who carried the stretcher that day had a build almost identical to Zhao Chi's.

Lin Ye picked up a piece of tripe and dipped it into the spicy broth, glancing at Zhao Chi beside him: "Still reminiscing about that day's performance? Or are you still holding a grudge against me for not casting you as the lead?"

"I wouldn't say I hold a grudge, after all, you acted much better than me." Zhao Chi chuckled, picked up the iced cola on the table and took a sip. "I just didn't expect that you would think of me first when it came to faking death."

"You're one of the four kings of the performing arts department..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Chi's face darkened. "If you mention that nickname again, I'll break up with you."

"Let professionals do what they're good at."

Lin Ye picked up the cooked tripe and suddenly felt a moment of disorientation.

Song Ruoxi once taught him that when cooking tripe, you should use the "seven up, eight down" method—lifting and dropping quickly to prevent the tripe from sticking together, and also to pay attention to…

I don't remember the specifics, but I recall that the tripe tasted exceptionally crisp and tender that day.

Lin Ye smiled.

It turns out that when you spend a lot of time with someone, their shadow is everywhere around you.

Zhao Chi stared at the bubbling red oil in the pot and suddenly spoke up: "You asked me to impersonate that doctor, aren't you afraid I'll mess it up, or that I'll deliberately retaliate against you and expose your fake death?"

"Did you do it?"

"What if?"

"There's no 'what if'."

"What if?"

Zhao Chi's gaze was sharp, and he seemed determined not to give up until he answered.

Lin Ye wiped his mouth and said softly, "I saw you on set that day..."

Zhao Chi's body stiffened.

"Especially the way you looked when you left, I was thinking then," Lin Ye looked directly into Zhao Chi's eyes, "how pure and passionate must one be to have such a lonely yet persistent look in their eyes..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Chi practically roared it out, his face flushed red and veins bulging on his forehead.

Jian Ping leaned in and teased, "So, Brother Zhao also has a lion hidden in his eyes?"

Lin Ye gave him the middle finger.

Zhao Chi gave him a fist bump.

Jian Ping promptly admitted defeat, raising his hands above his head and begging for mercy.

He made everyone in the room laugh.

"Brother Lin, your acting was so realistic. People online are basically assuming you're dead." Someone couldn't help but exclaim. "You looked like you really died, even your eyes were lifeless. Who would have thought it was an act?"

"Basic operations are not to be underestimated."

Lin Ye stood up, with an expression that said, "Go ahead and praise me all you want."

The reason is simple: the key to faking death lies in the system, which allows Lin Ye to perfectly replicate the actor's performance in his mind during filming.

In the first season of Hannibal, there are several death scenes, and Lin Ye's recreation is of Hobbes' wife's death.

As for the camera, it's even simpler. The live streaming camera of internet celebrity A Liang is the best tool. The system starts working the moment Lin Ye enters the shooting range.

No one would believe that a directing student could have such acting skills.

To be honest, even if someone exposes it, Lin Ye isn't afraid. The matter won't be affected in the slightest by the tide of public opinion.

From the moment it happened, the event itself ceased to matter. What people needed was never the truth, but a knife that could be wielded at will.

Lin Ye willingly transformed himself into that knife.

Those netizens who were the most vocal in their criticism will only retaliate more fiercely, throwing back double the malice they inflicted on Lin Ye at those who maliciously spread rumors and incited trouble.

This is a guilt-driven backlash.

The more guilty they feel, the more they try to escape self-blame by attacking others.

"Brother Lin, what if they manage to suppress the public opinion?" someone asked.

"It can't be suppressed."

Lin Ye gently shook his head.

Ever since being humiliated by Song Mingzhe in his freshman year, Lin Ye had been thinking about how to deal with him. Lin Ye knew very well that he had no ability to fight against him and the Song family behind him.

But some people do.

The old principal's actions inspired Lin Ye.

He doesn't need to be someone who confronts Song Mingzhe head-on; he only needs to be a sharp blade.

Some time ago, when Lin Ye asked Jiang Qingyue to create a new identity, he learned a lot of key information, including the Song family's opposing factions.

Therefore, Lin Ye only needs to get the group started, and someone will naturally take up the knife to deal with Song Mingzhe.

Lin Ye looked out the window, gazing at the distant skyscrapers, and said softly:

"Check".

One move and the game is over, checkmate is imminent.

The chessboard has a warm, smooth texture, with fine gold wire inlaid on the edges and corners. The white pieces are lustrous, while the black pieces are thick and heavy.

Song Mingzhe looked at the dying king, his face instantly darkening, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Across the chessboard, the young master of the Zhou family narrowed his eyes slightly, a warm smile on his face:

"Now, can we talk?"