Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

@NewYork_Justice: "In the United States, 'assisted suicide' and 'encouraging violence' are felonies. At the federal level, under the Prevention of Cyberbullying Act, knowingly failing to act when platform content may cause physical harm to others can be prosecuted for willful inaction."

“Each state has even stricter legislation. Last year, there was a similar case in California—a teenage girl committed suicide because of bullying on social media. Her family sued the platform, and the final settlement amounted to more than $30 million. The director in charge of content moderation was blacklisted in the industry, and no tech company has dared to hire him since.”

@Berlin_Facts: "Germany's Internet Enforcement Act has one of the strictest regulations on social media platforms in the world. Platforms must remove 'obviously illegal' content within 24 hours, including content that incites hatred, encourages violence, or glorifies suicide. Individual violators can be fined up to five million euros, and companies can be fined up to 5% of their global revenue."

"More importantly, there are precedents in the German Labor Court: if an employee causes the death of another person due to serious negligence, the company can dismiss him unconditionally, and the employee will be recorded in the professional misconduct file, making it virtually impossible for him to find a decent job again—any company that sees this during a background check will not hire him."

A Chinese netizen wondered:

"Wait... I don't understand. It's just soaking in water for a bit and then pulling it out, right? Why are you making it sound like it's more serious than going to jail?"

"How old are you, bro? Have you graduated yet?"

"Dude, just soaking it like that... that's called waterboarding."

"Serves them right! Let them experience what those victims of 'legal killings' went through in their last few minutes of life!"

……

Having confirmed that all objects had entered the experience state, Zhang Qiliang turned his gaze away from the river.

“Officer Hu, right?” Zhang Qiliang asked.

That's why people say if the system is willing to consider your ideas, it will take care of even the smallest details.

The police car next to Zhang Qiliang, where his grieving mother and wife were resting, had one of the officers guarding the car. The officer standing closer to the front was the same one who had spoken a few words to Zhang Qiliang before.

A little further on, in a specially cleared corner on the edge of the police car's trunk, sat a bluish-gray vase, placed neatly.

The bottle was firmly stuck in place by several pieces of soft foam, and it didn't budge.

The foam was taken from a delivery box, and the edges were neatly trimmed, clearly indicating that someone had squatted by the roadside and meticulously trimmed it piece by piece with a utility knife.

The soil in the bottle was still wet, and the leaves of the seedling trembled slightly in the wind. The tender green leaves contrasted with the gray bridge, the cold police cars, and the splashing sounds on the river.

"No, you're too kind. You can just call me Xiao Hu."

"Officer Hu," Zhang Qiliang took out his phone from his pocket, "could we add each other as friends?"

Xiao Hu quickly pulled out his phone and showed the friend request QR code.

"Please send these two documents to the cyber patrol team."

Xiao Hu took the file, tapped the screen a few times with his thumb, and the two documents began to be transferred simultaneously.

The progress bar moved very quickly, almost in a flash—although Qingping County is remote, the 4G signal is full, and the iron tower at the bridgehead was just inspected last month.

The working groups from Qingping County, Jiangbei City, X Province, and the Beijing Extreme Natural Disaster Prevention and Control Center simultaneously entered a state of intense work.

Quick document analysis.

The first document is a complete data scraping of topics related to "legal killing of Nan" and "extreme antagonism" on the Xiaohongshu platform over the past three months. It includes the original post text, posting time, number of views, number of reposts, number of likes, and comment content—each entry has a timestamp and user ID. This also includes posts that have been deleted by the platform but still have traces in the backend.

The second document contains complete chat logs from the fifty most popular discussion groups under these topics. It includes group creation times, member lists, activity curves, keyword frequency analysis—as well as screenshots of publicly posted comments by users within the groups that could constitute illegal acts such as 'inciting violence,' 'seduce suicide,' or 'encourage harm.'

Three minutes later, Xiao Hu relayed: "The task force said they would file a case as soon as possible and deal with it seriously."

“That’s your business,” Zhang Qiliang shook his head. “What I mean is, I’d like to ask them to inform the main people responsible for these two lists, as well as the 21 P8 and above who didn’t attend this time, to come here to report by this time tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Xiao Hu replied, having also received a similar instruction to “try his best to meet your requirements” when he received the message: “Mr. Ma, is there anything else I can help you with?”

Are there any hotels nearby? Preferably cheap ones.

121 Where do you want to go?

From the moment the first person in the Mediterranean was thrown into the river, Xiao Hongshu and his group were in the water for at least 45 minutes.

His lips were bluish-purple, turned inside out, revealing his whitish gums.

His eyelids were drooping, and his pupils were unfocused.

The arms still move occasionally, but they have lost their significance in swimming theory and can only be considered a kind of unconscious instinct.

Occasionally, someone coughs, and what comes out is no longer water, but some kind of mucus mixed with blood.

Occasionally, someone would regain their senses for a few seconds, wanting to cry, but then they couldn't even squeeze out a tear.

……

Most of the high-ranking officials are already close to their human limits, and the materials have been collected almost completely.

Zhang Qiliang took the photo from a distance.

Sixteen dumplings flew up and crashed onto the bridge with a dull thud, like bags of rotten cement.

Some people fell face down, too weak to turn over, so they just lay there, their foreheads pressed against the cracks in the bridge, breathing in short, shallow breaths, like a deflated balloon.

Someone was lying on their side, curled up in a ball, knees pressed against their chest, fingers still gently and meaninglessly grasping at the air.

Some people lay sprawled out, face up, eyes half-open, pupils not focused on anything, mouth open, tongue white and dry as a sheet.

Liang Yan huddled two or three meters away from them, watching these people who had just been dressed in suits and ties and standing in line on the bridge now piled up next to her like a pile of garbage dredged up from the river.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Zhang Qiliang raised his hand again.

Everyone present and all those watching online noticed that strings of black energy were emanating from the depths of the seventeen people's bodies—no, more accurately, from the depths of their souls.

Thick and sticky, like pus and blood just squeezed from a wound.

The black smoke swirled, coiled, and merged above the heads of the seventeen people, gradually coalescing into a huge, churning mass of black smoke. The smoke slowly rotated in mid-air, its surface uneven, as if something was wriggling inside. Just looking at it made one's chest feel tight and one's throat feel constricted; one wanted to look away, but couldn't.

During this process, Liang Yan, Mediterranean, the North China region, the algorithm engineers, and everyone else suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The memory of drowning remains, but the pain within is gone...

The relief lasted only a few seconds.

The next moment, the well-stirred black smoke once again seeped into the depths of the seventeen people's souls.

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Night has fallen.

In a high-end apartment, the lights are on, but no one is asleep.

On the screen, several anchors with titles such as "former government employee," "senior legal expert," and "public opinion analyst" are taking turns interpreting today's events.

Some spoke at breakneck speed, some slowly and deliberately, some feigned profundity, and some were filled with righteous indignation.

"According to Article 21 of the Criminal Law, no criminal liability shall be borne for damage caused by emergency avoidance. Ming's actions all meet the requirement of 'protecting the public interest, himself, or others from an imminent danger.' Although 'imminent danger' usually refers to an immediate and imminent danger in judicial practice, doesn't a systemic and continuous social harm such as 'legal killing of Nan' also constitute a danger? The lack of explicit legal definition does not mean that the law does not support it. This is a lag in legislative technique, not Ming's problem."

"Article 5, Paragraph 3 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law states, 'Education and punishment should be combined.' Please note that it is 'education and punishment should be combined,' not 'punishment without education.' Therefore, what Ming Ge is implementing is experiential, immersive teaching... Well, the teaching environment is somewhat special, but the teaching effect is obviously far superior to that of traditional classrooms."

"As everyone knows, what is the most effective way to correct behavior? It's not rewards, it's not punishments, it's natural consequences. If you put your hand in fire, your hand will get burned. That's called a natural consequence."

If public opinion is so overwhelmingly negative, and the description is so understated... Zhou Mingxuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Holy crap! This is torture at Guantanamo Bay, not a spanking for a child who's done something wrong!

Many streamers are still speculating about what kind of document that scoundrel sent to the government.

"I think it's most likely a compensation list." A male anchor wearing glasses pushed up his glasses. "Remember what happened with Yu Xizhou? How did Ming Ge handle Tianmei Style? This Xiao Hongshu incident is a hundred times worse and has a thousand times wider impact. How could it be just a matter of throwing someone into the river? I suspect that the document details all the victims' account IDs, post content, and corresponding economic and emotional damage compensation standards. Xiao Hongshu will have to compensate each victim according to this list."

The comments section immediately started flooded with messages:

"Very likely! Back in the Yu Xizhou incident, Ming explicitly demanded that those bastards pay for the entire event."

"Not only will they have to pay compensation, but they'll also face imprisonment!"

"Confiscate all their personal property! Make them return everything they've taken!"

"What's the use of paying money? Let's do what those bastards like Xiao Hongshu did and make them pay with their lives!"

"That's impossible... There are only a few of them, how could they possibly compensate for it? They'd probably lose all their lifespan in a single day!"

"There's always a way to solve a problem! Ming-ge has the most solutions!"

Zhou Mingxuan held the mouse, switching from one live stream to another, going through seven or eight rounds, and hearing almost the same thing each time.

My finger paused on the mouse wheel, then slid it again, and the screen switched from the streamer's face to the live chat, and then from the live chat to the comment section.

The screen was filled with phrases like "heartening," "water torture," and "pay with one's life"... Zhou Mingxuan felt a chill run down his spine once again.

Damn it, you guys are discussing a disguised form of execution, not a slap in the face!

Zhou Mingxuan knew, of course, that what he was seeing was most likely just the anger and venting of netizens.

What is the file? What analysis is needed?

Zhou Mingxuan guessed it almost immediately, knowing that this was exactly what he was doing.

The right-hand screen is also showing a live stream.

The scene wasn't in a studio, but rather a street scene filmed on a mobile phone. The camera was a little shaky, but you could clearly see several official vehicles parked under a residential building in the distance.

The anchor's voice was very low: "...Currently, it is known that the actual operators of several accounts in Qinglin City, Anyuan City, and Jiangbei Province have been taken away for investigation..."

The camera swayed slightly, capturing a person sandwiched between two uniformed officers, head down, trying to crawl into a car.

His face was obscured, but Zhou Mingxuan recognized the jacket.

That was his colleague, who had posted a screenshot in the group last week saying, "Another article went viral today, with over a million views."

……

Damn it, you're going to pay with your life!

Zhou Mingxuan turned off the live stream.

The screen went dark, revealing my own face.

Thirty-seven years old, buzz cut, wears glasses, and has a mole on his chin.

He had looked at this face for thirty-seven years and never thought there was anything wrong with it.

Now he feels that his face is too conspicuous, and he will be recognized wherever he goes.

Zhou Mingxuan's main source of income isn't Xiao Hongshu, but fermented black beans.

Their main profit model involves setting up private groups that ostensibly discuss "women's survival dilemmas," "marital and romantic anxieties," and "workplace discrimination," but in reality, they secretly drive traffic to their own products within these groups.

Emotional counseling, legal aid, and psychological support—these all sound legitimate, and the prices are reasonable, ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan.

What users don't know is that those "consultants," "lawyers," and "psychologists" are all part-time workers hired by Zhou Mingxuan.

They paid the money and received a bunch of copied and pasted scripts, as well as the almost inevitable after-sales phrase: "We have provided a complete service. We suggest you calm down, live your life well, and love yourself."

The cost is almost zero.

100% profit.

This kind of life couldn't be more pleasant.

Every morning, I wake up naturally, turn on my computer, and check the group data to see how many people have applied to join, how many have paid for consultations, and how many have posted screenshots on their WeChat Moments to promote the group for free.

Let's have dinner in the afternoon, play some ball in the evening, and fly to Sanya on the weekend.

Over the course of a year, the turnover reached several million, with a net profit of over 70%.

And that doesn't even include the "unexpected gains"—some users are particularly eager to confide in others, and while chatting, they send over their ID numbers, home addresses, workplaces, and even nude photos.

Zhou Mingxuan wouldn't ask for these things, but he wouldn't delete them if someone sent them to him.

Who knows, we might need it someday?

Almost every day, Zhou Mingxuan is in high spirits. In this world, helping fools with insufficient understanding to complete the process of wealth redistribution is a rare job that yields both material and spiritual rewards.

Now... karma has come...

Retribution is coming soon!

Although so far, that bastard has only targeted Xiao Hongshu—but fermented black beans are also a high-risk area.

Didn't you see that the Immoral Hero dealt with Huang on the first day, and then it was the Ugly Group and the Far East's turn on the second day?

Which number is Dougu Hui?

Zhou Mingxuan dared not think about it.

After thinking for a few minutes with his eyes closed, Zhou Mingxuan suddenly stood up from his chair.

The chair legs scraped against the floor, making a grating creaking sound.

He didn't care, walked a few steps to the bedroom, and pulled a black backpack from the deepest part of the closet.

Passport, ID card, bank card, power bank, two changes of clothes—he stuffed the things in quickly, but his hands were shaking, and he had to zip it up several times before he could.