People in Cyber, using skin to create legends

She looked towards the police station just one street away and dragged her agent into an alley nearby.

Seeing this, Rosie didn't know where she got the courage from to stand up and grab the woman's arm, whispering:

"You...you can't do this..."

"What? He beat you like this, and you still want to plead for him?"

The woman frowned and looked at Rosie with a hint of disappointment.

But to the woman's surprise, Rosie shook her head and said, "You...you'll be in trouble if you kill him here. I heard he...has a lot of connections here..."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that."

The woman laughed, then took Rosie and her agent to an alley.

Arriving at the alley, the woman threw the agent to the ground with force, and then placed her metal arm on one of the agent's legs.

click-

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"

A scream came out of the agent's mouth, his face turned red, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets because of the pain, and he instinctively hugged the leg that was crushed by the woman, rolling on the ground and wailing.

Rosie was so frightened by the scene before her that her body couldn't help but tremble.

She subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and then looked at the woman in horror.

"this is for you."

The woman noticed Rosie's gaze, walked over, and placed a cold object in Rosie's hand.

Rosie looked down and almost threw what she was holding.

That's a pistol.

A black pistol with a silencer.

"This...this..."

"Don't be afraid. Come on, aim at him and kill him."

The woman gently taught Rosie step by step. She adjusted Rosie's posture and pointed the gun at the agent who was rolling on the ground.

At this moment, Rosie finally realized something. With a trembling voice, she turned to the woman behind her and asked:

"You... you are Utopia..."

"Shh-"

The metal finger pressed against Rosie's lips. The woman did not answer Rosie's question. She just adjusted Rosie's posture and said softly:

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance. This guy has been bullying me for several months. If you don't sing well, he will beat you. If you don't meet his requirements, he will also beat you. Even if he is just in a bad mood, he will take it out on you.

"Don't you hate this guy?"

"I...hate...but, killing people..."

Rosie's hand was shaking as she held the gun.

She had fought and done bad things, but she had never killed anyone.

She didn't dare to kill anyone. After all, she had never killed a fish since she was a child. Now, if she was asked to kill someone all of a sudden, it would be a bit difficult for her.

The woman saw Rosie's hesitation, but this time she did not show any mockery. Instead, she leaned closer to Rosie's ear with a gentler attitude and whispered softly:

"Then let me tell you one more thing. Do you want to know why your father owes so much money?"

"…Eh?"

"It was him. He set up a scheme with others to make your father lose everything. Only in this way could he openly pull you into their entertainment company. Do you understand what I mean?"

The woman placed Rosie's finger on the trigger.

Incredibly, Rosie's original fear disappeared at this moment, and her trembling body also calmed down in this instant.

She held the gun in her hand, looked at the man on the ground who was wailing and cursing, not yet understanding what was happening, and gradually exerted force on the finger on the trigger.

boom--!

Then a gunshot was heard in the alley.

And after that, the gunfire never stopped.

boom!

boom!

boom! ! !

Chapter 157 I Like It More

"Please take a seat. Would you like something to eat?"

In an apartment building somewhere in District 7, a tall woman with short red hair and simple clothes asked Rosie who was curled up on the sofa.

Rosie shook her head. There was not much spirit in her brown eyes. Her cute twin ponytails hung on both sides, making her look like a napping little rabbit.

The woman looked at Rosie, shrugged her shoulders, and casually put a record on the radio. After a few seconds, melodious music came.

"First meeting, dedicated to my favorite music

There is something I have been thinking about, and I want to tell you..."

When the prelude of the song and the familiar lyrics came, Rosie's eyes suddenly regained color and she subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the record player.

The woman took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it and took a gulp. Noticing Rosie's actions, she couldn't help but laugh:

"You really like her songs."

"like……"

Rosie read out the idol's nickname.

Although the idol's name is 'Mo Ai', fans prefer to call her 'Ai' or 'Xiao Ai'.

Rosie is one of them.

"Yes, that seems to be her name. Her songs are nice, right?"

"..."

“It’s quite amazing to think of this guy. He only appeared on the Internet, with a cute and pretty leather case on the outside, but in less than a month, he became a hit on the Internet and cultivated a group of die-hard fans.

"From her debut to now, she has only performed for a total of more than 20 hours, which is less than an hour a day on average. But every time she performs live, she brings a very nice and popular song. To be honest, if it weren't for some other reasons, I would probably become her fan too."

The woman took another sip of beer and spoke to Rosie in a chatty tone.

The conversation between the two sounded like ordinary small talk.

Rosie didn't notice anything wrong from the woman's words, but she was a little dissatisfied when she said that she was not a fan of "Love".

"You haven't understood the loveliness of love yet, otherwise you would have become her fan too."

Rosie is defending her idol.

The woman laughed and said:

"Is she cute? If you look at her outer appearance, then she is indeed cute, but if you knew what kind of person she is, would you still think she is cute?"

"…What do you mean."

Seeing the woman speaking ill of her idol, Rosie immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.

Rosie knew that the persona that idols portrayed did not match their true personalities.

Even Rosie herself, her character on stage is that of a cute idol who is lively and energetic, and sometimes even has a reckless nature.

But in reality, Rosie is a timid, cowardly, and gloomy person, which is completely different from her performance on stage.

So Rosie also understood that Mo Ai's appearance was just her appearance, and her inner self might be terrible.

But Rosie didn't care. She liked the other person's songs and the image he created, and that was enough.

And just as Mo Ai’s first debut song “Idol” said, idols themselves are the world’s number one liars.

She has revealed the essence of an idol.

So what if the other person is two-faced?

Compared to this, Rosie hated the red-haired woman who revealed her true nature in front of her even more.

Beauty comes from distance, do you understand? Auntie!

…Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you an auntie, I apologize…

Rosie's inner drama was full of emotions, but on the surface she showed no reaction at all. She just looked at the red-haired woman with dissatisfaction.

The red-haired woman finished the beer in her hand in just a few minutes.

She threw the empty can casually into the pile of garbage nearby, then sat opposite Rosie, put her feet up on the coffee table, leaned her head back slightly, and rested her hands on it, looking like a drunk uncle.

The uncle-like woman found a comfortable position and lay on the sofa, then said to Rosie lazily:

"What I mean is, I know who she is and what kind of person she is, so... of course I can't be a fan of her."

"You know her?"

"I guess so. It's just a one-sided acquaintance. She doesn't know me."

"…poor."

"?"

The red-haired woman who was inexplicably scolded by Rosie had a lot of question marks on her head. Rosie looked at the woman with disgust and said:

"Don't you know that investigating the true identity of a virtual idol is something that idols hate? Your behavior is even worse than those fanatical fans who like to stalk idols..."

"Hey, you little girl..."

The red-haired woman's expression changed for the first time. She gritted her teeth and looked at Rosie unkindly.

Rosie instinctively closed her mouth, covered her head with both hands, and said:

"Sorry... I didn't mean to say that..."

It was her instinct as a professional idol that made Rosie refute the woman's words. In fact, although Rosie thought so in her heart, she didn't intend to say it out loud.

"Forget it. I don't want to argue with a little girl like you."

The woman opened another can of beer and said as she drank, "But judging from your appearance, you should be feeling better now."

"..."

Rosie fell silent again, the pressure on her body growing low.

It was her first time to kill someone with her own hands, and she used a gun to shoot the person into a sieve. It was a bit bloody, and Rosie also had a serious psychological burden in her heart.

It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned it before, but now that it was mentioned, Rosie once again thought of the bloody agent she had beaten to death, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth.

…It’s so disgusting. Both the dead agent and myself who killed him without any remorse, it feels so disgusting.

Seeing that Rosie was covered by low pressure, the woman slapped her forehead and muttered:

“…Well, I shouldn’t have mentioned this.”

But the woman soon thought of a solution and said to Rosie:

"Okay, don't be so burdened. Your idol has killed people before, so don't worry."

"Eh?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying to you. Your idol, the girl named Mo Ai, has killed people in real life. But she only killed scumbags. You don't have to worry about your idol's reputation being ruined."

No no no…When I heard the news that my idol had killed someone, my heart was broken!!

The news that her idol had killed someone shocked Rosie so much that she forgot what she had done.

She sat there in a daze for a long time, and only after a while did she remember that the woman seemed to have said that the people killed by her idol were all scum and villain?

If so...

I feel like... Love seems to be more handsome, and I seem to like her more. What should I do...

Rosie was in a complicated mood. The red-haired woman then said: