At 4:17 a.m., I received the thirty-seventh message saying, "Why don’t you just go die?"
Two years ago, my company smeared me with fabricated chat logs, edited audio recordings, and a "victim" who never even existed.
No one waited for me to finish explaining.
A five-hundred-thousand yuan penalty, a blacklist across the industry, and I went from earning twelve thousand a month to living in an eight-hundred-yuan cubicle room.
Then a line of text appeared on my cracked phone screen.
[Justice System activated. Host: Lu Zheng.]
[Eye of Clarity: All fabrications will be exposed.]
[Evidence Reconstruction: Deleted truths will be restored, one by one.]
The foul-mouthed old man inside the System asked me, "Someone’s being framed right now. Are you going to help or not?"
I thought of that meeting room from two years ago, where no one would listen no matter how loudly I shouted.
This time, I opened the door.
Gym creeps, serial scammers, substitute-teaching rackets, fake charities that solicit donations under false pretenses, campus loan sharks, health supplement scams, toxic workplaces...
You can doctor the pictures, delete the records, and shut people up.
But behind me stand hundreds, thousands of ordinary people who refuse to stay silent.
Later, the whole internet would ask: Who exactly is that "Underground Judge"?
I rolled up my overly long sleeves and pressed the record button.
"Don’t rush. One at a time."
