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No, he is not convinced!Cao Zetian found more original documents, processed them and published them on various websites with different domain names and different addresses.

I don't know if it was his prayer that manifested or something else, but one was completely preserved, and all the others were destroyed.

Seeing that more and more people retweeted that picture, Cao Zetian couldn't help showing a happy smile on his face. He must be able to bring him down now.

'I'm afraid this pickpocket is not sick, this is obviously a picture left by the pornography incident a few years ago, it just turned the person into that innocent man. '

'That's right, that's right, I still have the original picture [photo]'

'Oh my god, how much does this pickpocket want to be famous? Can he even fake such a thing?This pimped man is so pitiful! '

'I know this person, he is a student of our university, he has never committed any crimes, but he is so good, the teacher praises him! '

The more he read the comments below, the faster his face became stiff. Is this a photo from the pornographic portal?

Then I carefully looked at the photo I just sent, and found that it was not the one I just sent at all. Who sent this photo?

Xia Haoran was also sitting in front of the computer and reading the comments. He didn't want to destroy that person's interest, so he should leave one for him anyway. Naturally, if he was not satisfied with the ones he posted, they would all be hacked and replaced. It's much more satisfying to post it yourself.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Zhiyuan checked Weibo, and suddenly came across a photo, looked at the title, and was a little hesitant to click on it.

But the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the person in the photo was very familiar to him, so he gritted his teeth and clicked in.

After seeing the clear big picture and the comments below, he poked Xia Wenjie: "It seems that what is being discussed on the Internet is all about your business!"

Xia Wenjie sat beside him with some doubts, stretched over to look at the page on his phone, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Wang Zhiyuan pushed Xia Wenjie's head away with the hand holding the mobile phone, and then lowered his head to carefully read the content written on Weibo.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this copywriting looked like a person's handwriting. Suddenly, a name appeared in his mind, which made him feel a little speechless, but it was extremely possible.

"Could it be Cao Zetian who posted this?" Wang Zhiyuan started to speak before Xia Wenjie said it, besides him, Xia Wenjie really couldn't think of anyone else he had trouble with.

Wang Zhiyuan could only nod his head, but didn't say a word, just staring at the picture on the phone interface.

Seeing his appearance like this, Xia Wenjie only felt a lot of sour bubbles in his heart, but he was not qualified to say anything else, so he could only suppress the anger in his heart and start playing the game.

In fact, he has always thought that games are a good thing. If you play games, you can put all your anger in them. Anyway, no one will care about what is going on in the game.

While starting to play the game, he listened attentively, hoping that Wang Zhiyuan could make some voices, even if he agreed with his own voice.

However, he played several games, but there was still no sound, so he could only continue to play the game and abuse those people in it.

Torturing and torturing him makes him feel good. Sure enough, the game is the best, and he can find a little bit of coolness for himself.