Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

The post quickly gained popularity on the internet, spreading like wildfire.

The comments section exploded.

Some were shocked, some were angry, and some claimed they had long suspected the show was problematic.

The comments were refreshed every second, piling up rapidly.

Some of the staff members who had participated in the production of the program back then also came forward and vehemently denied it.

But the more they deny it, the more people dig up old dirt and find more clues in the most obscure corners.

A deleted work schedule, a pencil drawing that Perkui made before entering the operating room, and an old photo of Rocket squatting in front of the TV station.

The reactions in the comments section were also very genuine.

Some people exclaimed that they had watched that program back then and were moved by it; others found that it was not like that in their memory, and it seemed that there were two completely different memories intertwined in their minds.

Some people are convinced that there's something fishy about this revelation, while others claim to have relatives who used to work at the TV station and say that the program did indeed have problems, but they have never been willing to say the specifics.

Some people questioned: Where is the evidence, based solely on an edited video?

But the dissenting voices were quickly drowned out, because the more people watched the video, the clearer the false memory became in their minds.

They became increasingly convinced that they had always known about it, but had simply forgotten and were only now remembering it.

The power of wishes began to gather.

The number of likes exceeded 10,000, 100,000, and 1 million.

Every red heart represents a person's recognition of this memory, and every repost is a tributary of the power of goodwill flowing through the information network.

Soon, the power of will reached a critical value.

Luze knew it was time.

He posted another video in the original post.

The mockumentary style, coupled with the blurry, grainy visuals, adds a touch of realism.

Title: The Mystery of the Disappearance of the Bloodstained Orphan—She Actually Escaped.

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The mask's right eye flashed again, this time even brighter than before.

The power of goodwill surged like a tidal wave, and the number of likes climbed at an unprecedented rate.

The citizens of Nissou Paradise had just accepted the truth about Perki being persecuted by the program team, and now they were being fed another version of the memory.

She did not undergo the "happiness surgery." She was secretly let go by an unknown staff member outside the operating room.

She escaped and lived quietly in a corner far from the hustle and bustle of the Two-Phase Paradise, drawing whatever she wanted and growing old with a little dog named Rocket.

The two versions of memory tug at each other in people's minds, but the second version has a more complete structure and a more appealing happy ending.

In the Paradise of Two Phases, a world built on the power of will, people are more willing to believe a beautiful lie than a cruel truth.

The scales of willpower began to tip.

The first thing to change was the rocket.

Its body gradually solidified from translucent to solid, and each snow-white hair became clear, as if every like from netizens turned into strands of new downy fur on its body.

Its claws stepped on the grass, bending the blades; the impact was no longer penetrating, but real and substantial.

It looked down at its paw, the one that used to only be able to paw at other people's feet in vain, but was now firmly stuck in the mud.

It froze, raised its paw to examine it closely, and the lines on its paw pads were clearly visible.

Next up is Perilla.

Her body went from pale to rosy, as if someone were slowly pouring the life force that had been drained back into this ghostly shell.

A light appeared in his empty eyes, carrying a hint of confusion and a gentle glow.

She looked down and saw a small white dog wagging its tail wildly at her feet.

"Rocket...?" Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of shattering this dream.

"Woof woof!" Rocket responded loudly and crisply.

Suddenly, without warning, Rocket turned and ran off into the distance, its four short legs leaving a white trail in the grass as it ran at breakneck speed, showing no intention of turning back to wait for its owner to catch up.

Perkui was taken aback at first, then looked at the departing figure and laughed.

"Aren't you going to chase after them?" Xing couldn't stand it anymore and raised her voice by half an octave.

Perque turned around, and Chaoxing and Luze bowed deeply: "Thank you for everything you've done for me and the Rockets."

The voice was clear and calm.

"This isn't the time to talk about this, the rocket is already far away!" Xing pointed in the direction the rocket had disappeared, his face full of anxiety.

Perkui straightened up, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled gently.

"There's no need to chase it. I know where it'll go."

After she finished speaking, she looked in the direction where the rocket had disappeared, her gaze seeming to travel through time back to fifteen years ago.