"That virus was called the 'Damascus Miracle,' and today is the day that the person who created it comes to the Federal High Court to stand trial."
Of course, the female anchor didn't know that someone was spying on her from a higher level. The woman was still dedicatedly explaining to the audience in front of the TV. When she said this, she gestured to her photographer to adjust the direction of the camera:
"It can be seen that many angry people have gathered around. Most of them have lost their family members due to the spread of the virus. Now they are holding high slogans and demanding that New York State reinstate the death penalty."
The photographer turned around, and the surrounding people roared. The red-necked people waved the wooden signs and banners in their hands, shouting their claims even louder.
"Death penalty! Death penalty! Send the murderer to the electric chair!"
"Kill him for his life! Kill him!"
"He is a devil! A monster spurned by God. He is not a human being! Kill him!"
The police car escorting the virus creator has not yet arrived, but people's anger seems to have reached the critical point. This is what reporters are good at, arousing people's emotions and making them speak without hesitation while blushing and heartbeating.
Because this is the only way to have gimmicks. Gimmicks are the necessary seasoning for news. No matter how fresh the news is, if it doesn’t have gimmicks, it won’t be considered a good show.
What needs to be hyped today is the contradiction between 'public opinion' and 'law'. The subject matter is a bit old, so the female reporter actually hopes to photograph the bloodshed.
Standing in front of a crowd, saying those words, and letting photographers take pictures of the crowd, just to stir up emotions.
It's the special police who have to resist the crowds and maintain order. Faced with the crowds who want to rush onto the road due to emotional excitement, the police officers can only fight to push people back. It seems that it won't be long before they consider using tear gas or tear gas.
High pressure water cannon.
"Ah, it seems that there was some commotion at the scene." The female reporter stretched out her hand to pull back the camera, and said to the audience with a smile: "Maybe it's because the court time is coming soon, our 'miracle worker'. Look over there, right
, here he comes, in that police car.”
The crowd became even more excited, but this time it was because a convoy was driving on the road. The car leading the way was not interesting. The key point was that today's protagonist was sitting on the specially reinforced armored vehicle in the convoy.
The car stopped at the entrance of the court, and a middle-aged man wearing an orange prison uniform was escorted down by the police. He looked gentle and had slightly curly hair, like a Greek sculpture.
The other reporters were driven away by the police, except for this female reporter. She may have a special background or spent money on the police force, because only she and her photographer were left on guard.
within the line.
The police officers escorting the prisoner seemed to slow down a bit when passing by her, probably as a hint for her to come over for an interview.
Female reporters are all pretty, so of course she would not miss such an opportunity. She jumped up and put the microphone in the prisoner's mouth and asked a quick question:
"Hello! This is Jill Bennington from News Channel 6. Mr. Miracle Worker, you allowed a computer virus to infect humans, then spread it across the Internet, killing 76 million people, and now you think you are
God?"
"Diaoyou, not bad." After hearing this number, Su Ming twisted his neck while peeping: "It's interesting to use computer viruses to engage in indiscriminate massacres. What do you think, Lieutenant?"
"I can also kill people through the Internet, such as using hacking methods to explode other people's mobile phone batteries." The adjutant said sarcastically about her own killing methods, although she had never done so.
"It might be more powerful to detonate other people's electric cars." Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He stopped joking with the adjutant and talked to Xiao Fu: "Child, do you have any new opinions now? What do you think about making viruses?
Do you think you are a god?"
“When people do something that others cannot do, they tend to have an inflated mentality and think that they can do anything.”
Xiao Fu's answer was very calm. He had already considered this issue, probably when he was one year old. As an overly smart superpower, he grew up in a cancerous universe. For him, 'god' is not
What good words:
"But it doesn't matter what you think of this person. Uncle, do you think he will be the beginning of the 'story'? Or, in other words, the introduction left by the 'origin' of something?"
"Your perspective on the problem seems to have changed now. I can't tell whether this change is good or bad." Su Ming shook his head, lit a cigarette and smoked, and then provided the cat with a big fish to chew on.
To avoid being bored: "But what you said makes sense. Regardless of whether he knows it or not, there is a high probability that this person's actions are part of that giant black shadow's plan."
"This is the so-called 'crisis' cat." The cat got the fish and added another point in a good mood: "It may be just a small thing at first, but if you don't pay attention, an ant hole will cause the dam to collapse.
"
"You're right this time, Bobo has a bit of a monkey flavor." Su Ming touched the cat's head and motioned for everyone to continue reading.
"What? Do you think so?"
The miracle maker, who was surrounded by the police, showed a surprised expression at first, and then quickly laughed again:
"You all don't understand that I am ushering in a new era. The concept of objective facts has been eroded, and the concept of 'facts' has disappeared without a trace. Just a year ago, we were still immersed in the glory of the Internet.
What now? Most people have become fools who think they are smart."
He seemed to have another perspective on his terrorist attack, because he spoke very confidently, as if he was not killing people, but saving people.
"Does what you said have a deeper meaning? Or is it a hint that someone ordered you to do this?" The female reporter vaguely felt the smell of big news, and she immediately moved with the police and asked more questions.
"No one instructs me, or rather, God asked me to do this. Do you know? Our world is actually a flat surface. If you want to truly live, you must first understand what 'living' means. You must truly live."
?"
The man answered her with a smile, just like a devout believer who came to the church and asked questions to the statue humbly, but soon changed the subject and said:
"No need to answer me, I know many people are looking at me through the lens of the camera, wanting to see if I am crazy? But now you see, I am more awake than every one of you in front of the TV, but alas,