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Ten past six in the morning.

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone exploded in the room where only the sound of breathing was flowing slowly, and Liao Muyang's deep sleepiness was instantly awakened.

The child in his arms showed signs of being woken up. Brother Liao didn't even have time to fully open his eyes. He pressed the mute button in an instant, and waited for the abrupt ringtone to disappear and the atmosphere in the room to return to tranquility. With a very clear consciousness, he glanced at the phone interface.

It was Chen Shan's call, Liao Muyang probably knew it, and the heavy drowsiness was completely dispelled.

Lin Sheng was disturbed in his sleep, and subconsciously rubbed his head in Brother Liao's arms, slightly opened and closed his dazed grape eyes, showing signs of awakening.

Seeing the situation, Brother Liao turned around and hugged him back tightly. He lowered his head and pressed against the little white ear of the child, lowering his voice bit by bit to coax softly.

"Harassment calls, don't worry about it."

"It's still early, Shengbao sleeps for a while."

"Well...Sheng Bao is so good..."

Lin Sheng had been lethargic for the past two days, but it was a normal phenomenon. His body was full of unhealed injuries and he was easily tired, not to mention the slight tranquilizing ingredient in the medicine.

Brother Liao's familiar voice and breath quickly lulled the half-asleep child back to sleep, and he waited for the child to sleep more deeply before he quietly left the room with his mobile phone.

Liao Muyang walked to the living room, and while walking, he looked at the messages that Chen Shan kept sending on the screen of his mobile phone, feeling something was wrong.

Yesterday Chen Shan told him that he would call him in the morning, but he didn't want to send messages in such a hurry. These messages were all kinds of pictures.

Brother Liao was completely awake and started to work again. When he realized that something was wrong, he quickly opened his phone and looked at a series of pictures sent by Chen Shan, as well as a web link.

Liao Muyang sat on the sofa and began to quickly swipe to look at the pictures, but his peaceful brows became more and more wrinkled according to the content of the pictures, and before all the pictures were finished, the phone was thrown by Brother Liao angrily Beside the sofa.

"Fuck."

The simplest swear words were leaked out by Liao Muyang from the gap between his teeth, so tight that even the sharp edges and corners of the teeth could no longer be clearly defined.

The nose and mouth took two deep breaths at the same time, he forced himself to jump out of the uncontrollable anger, pulled the reason that should be like watching with cold eyes, and thought about the best solution now.

At the same time, he clicked on the voice call that Chen Shan had just sent, and Chen Shan's voice was transmitted from the other end of the phone, very calm and steady, but it was not difficult to hear the gnashing of teeth hidden in the words.

"Yangzi, have you read the original blog?"

"Watching now."

"Okay, time is tight, you talk while looking at me."

"it is good."

While listening to Chen Shan's words, Liao Muyang clicked on the web link and entered the original blog.

"The thing that was sent out at six o'clock this morning is Lin Sheng's trash daddy. I've been monitoring his temperature. Now it's rising but at a slow pace. The wind direction is all one-sided attacks on you and Lin Sheng."

"At this point, most people haven't woken up, or haven't had time to check Weibo, information push and other things. Once the time passes 07:30, the popularity of this matter will soar instantly. It is expected that there will be no accidents. It may be among the top five most searched."

"I'm currently editing the script I prepared, and it will come out in about seven or eight minutes. I'll send it to you as soon as it's out. You can confirm it. If there's no problem, immediately identify yourself and forward the statement."

"Lin Sheng's father came out to talk nonsense. I'm afraid this matter will be completely blown up. Time is running out. The golden hour is 24 hours. The sooner you speak, the more you can suppress the impression that the topic is one-sided."

"The specifics are just these points. I'm trying my best to catch up now, so I'll hang up first."

Chen Shan hung up before Liao Muyang could reply.

Liao Muyang really didn't understand the Internet industry, but after listening to Chen Shan's words, he instantly understood that time is very important now, so the anger in his head was completely suppressed.

He flipped through the original blog on that webpage, and read what Lin Shuping said word by word.

"Dear netizens, as things have developed to this point, as the father of the student in question, I really have no choice but to seek help online. My child was originally very obedient and sensible, but since I was transferred to Xincheng due to my work Afterwards, the child got acquainted with the neighbor Mr. Liao, and things gradually changed."

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"The mother of the child did not come back after leaving a few years ago. I raised the child alone. Perhaps because I was too busy with work, I did neglect the emotional world of the child. I admit this, but my child I was only 17 years old when I met Mr. Liao, how easily a 17-year-old child’s perception of the world can be instigated, I think everyone who has experienced this age knows more or less.”

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"If my child is born gay, I can accept and understand it, but I can't accept that he was not originally gay, but was bewitched and instigated, so that he thought he fell in love with that Mr. Liao."

"What's more, my child was accidentally injured at the sports meeting on the day of the incident. It was not the teacher or classmates who sent him to the hospital, but this Mr. Liao. I didn't think much about it, and even thanked him, but now this kind of The feeling of being close to each other only makes my father's hair stand on end."

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"After returning from the hospital, I took my child home to rest, but I didn't expect to find him the next day. I called the teacher to make sure he didn't go to school, so I went to Mr. Liao's home to find someone, but in the morning There is no one at home, I have two very important surgeries that day, the patients have reached their physical limit and cannot be delayed, and as a doctor I have responsibilities and cannot afford to delay, so I can only rush to the hospital first.”

"I went to Mr. Liao's house again in the evening. Someone was there, but I saw my child standing in his house covered in injuries. The child refused to go home with me. I had a serious dispute with Mr. Liao. He He even had a tendency to fight me, and I was locked out, and then he threatened me to call the police to no avail.”

"I really had no choice, so I wrote this statement overnight and posted it. I am a doctor, and I know that there is a condition called Stockholm Syndrome in this world. In addition, it is easy for children to be born unable to speak. Have low self-esteem or easily fall into some bad temptations.”

"Maybe it's because I'm anxious and overthinking, but please understand that a father is worried about his children..."

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Brother Liao chose the most important ones to take a closer look at the long talk, and the complexion after reading it was as good as Lin Shu's usual complexion when he was at home.

Liao Muyang squeezed the phone tightly, the veins on the forearm and the back of the hand were exposed, none of which showed the owner's state of mind at this time.

With his remaining calmness and rationality, he searched for loopholes in Lin Shuping's words like a pre-occupational disease, but it has to be said that Lin Shuping is good enough to pretend, enough to weave a story full of lies tightly.

It was so impenetrable that even Liao Muyang, the person involved, couldn't find a single loophole in connecting the information in these words.

The opening words express the powerlessness of a father.

The introduction of family background, age, and family environment subconsciously embeds in the viewers the incompleteness of the emotions received by the child, as well as the easily changeable and affected thoughts and cognitions at that age.

Homosexuality can be accepted and understood, which shows a father's extreme love and tolerance for his children, and appeases the same-sex group who may be paying attention to this matter.

Inciting and bewitching, the first impression of Mr. Liao was on the evil side.

The so-called staying close to each other implicitly implies that Mr. Liao is sick and different from his normal neighbors.

Show that you are a doctor, and you have to do surgery on critically ill patients, show your sense of responsibility, instantly raise your impression in people's minds by an octave, and borrow the respectable three words "angel in white" to make people subjectively identify him as a doctor. A good guy who got hurt for no reason, and who just filled the void of a day when he wasn't looking for his kids.

Covered with injuries, unwilling to go home, threats of physical disputes, I am a doctor, Stockholm syndrome, all these words lead Liao Muyang's image to a prisoner and mind-controlled pervert.

But born unable to speak and low self-esteem, he easily created a controllable image for Lin Sheng.

He even compiled all the available and desirable time, disassembled the leaky wall tiles, and reversed the loopholes to create a seamless plot.

Such a person is as terrifying as having a perverted murderer around him forever.

It is not terrible for people to be injured and accidents, but what is terrible is that the slander is seamless, so that those who only hear one side of the story and stand on the moral high ground have a hot-headed person who has no bottom line to help the evil.

If the murderer kills, then they are righteous people who help throw the corpse, dig a hole, bury it deep and fill it, and at the same time think that they have done something to save the moral bottom line.

This kind of person is often the most chilling person in the world.