Chapter 8 Suppressed Public Opinion
Qi Ming couldn't remember how she got to the No. 1 carriage.
When she saw Wang Ze and He Chou standing there intact, most of the color in the whole world suddenly returned.
She walked a few steps quickly, rushed over and wanted to say something, but felt her throat was clogged again, and her eyes moved to the door of the cab, where the splattered blood and the body lying on its side...
Qi Ming wanted to turn around and vomit, but she tried her best to hold back. She covered her mouth and walked behind Wang Ze and He Chou.
"Only a little slower."
He Chou whispered, his expression as usual.
Wang Ze just stared at the corpse without saying a word, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.
It wasn't until the flight attendant reminded them that they must sit down and fasten their seat belts that Wang Ze turned to look at He Qiu and whispered: "He should have an accomplice and keep all the passengers here."
"Accomplice?"
He Chou was a little surprised, but didn't ask any more questions.
He revealed his identity, began to organize flight attendants to protect the scene, and took the initiative to contact the floating police cars swarming from all directions in the sky.
Qi Ming sat next to Wang Ze, and the discomfort in her body was gradually fading away.
Soon, she was attracted by Wang Ze's rapidly sliding fingers. She turned to look at the square screen in Wang Ze's palm and asked in a low voice:
"Boss, is there a problem with this Weixing Group?"
"I don't know. I'm relatively new to this group, so I can't make any conclusions yet."
Wang Ze obviously had no interest in chatting at the moment.
Qi Ming hummed and continued to do his own business with his head down, trying not to look in the direction of the cab.
About five minutes later, the Skytrain was surrounded by police cars. After confirming that the internal situation was under control, a large number of police cars escorted outside the standpipe track.
When the Sky Rail train entered the reserve platform, eight expensive mechanical police officers remotely controlled by police opened the way. Dozens of police officers armed with live ammunition quickly took over all the carriages of the train.
He Qiu is a local criminal police officer and does not have the authority to mobilize air patrol police.
But of course he has many acquaintances in the police force for so many years.
Thanks to this, Wang Ze's opinion was successfully adopted, and they were able to continue to stay near the hijacker's body without being expelled or questioned.
What caught the police off guard was that while recording passenger IDs, a second deceased person was discovered in Car No. 6.
……
This is an old man.
He was wearing a peaked cap and a black leather jacket on his upper body, with a warm and contented smile on his slightly wrinkled face. He leaned on the seat as if he was fast asleep.
But testing equipment showed that he had no signs of life.
He Chou and Wang Ze came after hearing the news, and after a simple negotiation, they successfully stood in front of the deceased.
Wang Ze put his hands into his trouser pockets, leaned forward, observed closely, and sniffed the old man's hand a few times.
He Qiu reminded: "Be careful, this situation is likely to result in death from highly toxic chemicals."
Wang Zedao: "He should be an accomplice of the hijacker."
"Huh? Why? Why are you so sure this time."
He Qiu was a little confused and muttered: "You never give me a direct answer, you have to explain a lot every time."
Several police officers around him also cast curious glances.
"There is still the smell of rice sauce on the sleeves of the deceased," Wang Ze said. "This smell is very similar to the lunch box that the hijacker opened. It is a relatively rare seasoning."
He Qiu frowned and sniffed a few times. A middle-aged police officer walked quickly from a distance and said quickly:
"Team He, we have found out!
"We just called up the train surveillance. The deceased was the only person who had contact with the hijacker. He handed the lunch box containing a simple pulse pistol to the hijacker!
"The problem is serious now, and the security system of the transfer station will probably be destroyed."
He Chou and Wang Ze exchanged glances.
Organized hijacking;
The obvious meaning of targeting;
A hijacking gang that looks like dead men...
“Are Weixing Group’s competitors causing trouble?”
A patrolman muttered in a low voice. He was stared at a few times and did not dare to say anything more.
Wang Ze asked: "Is Liming Street the main product of Weixing Group?"
He Qiu nodded, his breathing became much slower.
"That... boss!"
Qi Ming's shouts came from the entrance of the carriage.
She was holding her watch, obviously a little nervous at the moment, trying her best to keep her voice calm:
"The public opinion trends on the major forums on the home planet are a bit strange. Would you like to come and take a look."
Wang Ze lowered his head and glanced at the old man's body, then hurried to the spiral staircase.
The deceased's satisfied expression made Wang Ze unable to help but think about it and shudder a little.
He Qiu stayed at the scene, folding his arms and frowning, discussing the case in a low voice with the middle-aged police officer.
His intuition in handling cases over the years tells He Qiu that there may be some connection between this hijacking incident and the Liming Street virtual reality murder case.
At this moment, all the contradictions turned into arrows, pointing to the star company on the human home planet.
Weixing Group.
……
"Boss, I have been following the discussions on several major portals and the posts on the virtual neighborhood forum.
"Look at these screenshots of the forum's home page. The first information about the hijacking incident was based on screenshots of live broadcasts, which went viral over most of the Internet in a short period of time.
"But within a few minutes, a large number of deleted posts appeared across the entire network, and users in various forums began to abuse Wei Xing Group, saying that their public relations behavior was disgusting.
"Soon, the trend of discussion on the Internet changed again... Let me show you the current homepages of these forums."
Qi Ming's finger tapped lightly on the left side of the watch, and the information on the projection screen was quickly refreshed. The four split screens carried the homepages of four forum portals. The homepages of each website had several similar news items.
"Straight into the hijacking scene!" The heroic attack of the star detective of the Sixth Star Cluster and the backbone detective of the home planet! 》
"Found that lawyer's information!" He comes from the sixth star cluster! 》
"exclusive! The second death occurred in the hijacking case! Suspected accomplice of the hijackers! 》
Just as Wang Ze was scanning these titles, a post titled "Weixing Group will be infamy for eternity" appeared on the forum page in the upper left corner. However, the post quickly disappeared from the homepage within ten seconds after it appeared on the homepage.
Soon, there were two more hot posts about ‘star detectives’ on the homepage of this website.
"Look at the content."
"Good boss."
Qi Ming clicked on a hot post with her fingers, and several photos of Wang Ze popped up.
Screenshot of live broadcast;
ID photo;
Photos of life when I was a little younger and photos of police academy graduation...
Qi Ming looked at Wang Ze's expression and reminded carefully: "Boss, it seems that you were pulled out of the way by the public relations officer of Wei Xing Group to block the gun."
Blocking the gun, a common public relations tactic, originated in the information cocoon era when earth civilization had not yet left its home planet.
When there is a public relations incident that attracts public attention, the party suffering the crisis will actively guide public opinion, buy portal platforms, and change the topic to relieve the pressure of public opinion on itself.
"They move very quickly," Wang Ze responded calmly, "Weixing Group's public relations team is indeed very good."
Seeing that the boss didn't care about this kind of thing, Qi Ming also breathed a sigh of relief.
She smiled and said: "Boss, you became an Internet celebrity as soon as you came to your home planet."
Wang Ze ordered, "Help me investigate the hijacker's family information, as detailed as possible."
"Okay! Let's get to work, little one!"
"Well, the efficiency is not bad."
Did the boss praise us?
Qi Ming immediately beamed and hurried downstairs holding her watch, her ponytail dangling.
Wang Ze noticed the glances coming up and down the stairs, and many people had begun to point at him.
Wang Ze didn't care about this and rushed to the No. 2 carriage.
In the corner of the carriage, a mother and daughter were being questioned by the police.
The young mother hugged her child hard, her voice still trembling, and she repeatedly emphasized how fierce the hijacker's eyes were.
Wang Ze walked straight to the seat surrounded by police cordons and carefully looked at the lunch box that was upside down on the ground.
He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, then walked to a corner and took a seat, turned on his mobile phone, and after some trouble, found the video of the previous live broadcast, downloaded the backup, and started playing it repeatedly.
Until the orange-red sunset outside the porthole window dyed the large fire clouds red with its afterglow.
"Old Wang, why are you sitting here?"
He Qiu's slightly hoarse voice came.
The police officer appeared in front of Wang Ze with a tired face and whispered:
"Let's go, the car to pick us up is here. Some reporters outside seem to be squatting on you... Any new discoveries?"
"Not yet."
Wang Ze put away the Internet access terminal and put on his coat casually: "There is something weird about this hijacking."
"Yes, both hijackers chose to commit suicide. It was obviously premeditated," He Chou whispered, "What was their motive? Just to lower Wei Xing's stock price?"
"Has Weixing's share price fallen?"
"It has fallen, but not by much. What the capital market cares about is not the reputation of the group, but its ability to attract money."
He Chou cursed a few words and led Wang Ze to the door of the No. 1 carriage.
The police officer's big black face was full of disgust for the Wei Xing Group:
"Now the public opinion has been changed. They are beginning to say that the hijacker was bribed by Wei Xing's opponent, and he is terminally ill and desperately trying to make a lot of money.
"Hmph! These large groups have not contributed much to the advancement of science and technology, but they are very powerful in doing this kind of thing!"
In front of the carriage door, Wang Ze suddenly stopped.
"By the way, Lao He, what did you just say? My reporter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage door opened automatically. There was a faint buzzing sound outside, and spherical miniature cameras swarmed in, surrounding Wang Ze and He Chou.
Becoming an Internet celebrity’s troubles. (End of chapter)