When Lin Xiaotang's AI image said "It is recommended to scatter my ashes into the hot search pool" in the live broadcast room, among the pink barrage of carnival on the Internet, only Su Wan understood the password left by the ninety-nine rebirths——
The actress, who had been hiding in the cold for seven years, finally found the bones of the truth in the ashes of data.
The neural sensor implanted behind Lin Xiaotang's ear is a fuse planted by the brokerage company;
Her tampered medical records are hidden in the AI-synthesized posthumous album;
Even the "crazy batch of bracelets of the same style" that fans are snapping up are capital's scythes for harvesting emotions.
What's even more ironic is that the hot search terms on the night Lin Xiaotang fell from the building were automatically renewed by the system for a full thirty days.
While everyone was consuming this funeral of "crazy criticism aesthetics", only Su Wan remembered the girl who folded her graduation thesis into a paper airplane on the rooftop of the Film Academy seven years ago and said, "When we become famous, we will blow up this bullshit rule."
[Entertainment industry autopsy report + two-way redemption + dedicated to all the truths that have been strangled by hot searches]
[When two girls use death as a torch to illuminate the mass graves in the traffic era]
"They turned my screams into ASMR, mixed my blood and tears into cocktails, and finally even scattered my ashes into the data flood - and all of this is clearly priced at the moment you like it."
(It's not Lily, it's not Lily, it's purely friendship! There is a bg emotional line! Pay attention to lightning protection!)
Concept: gentle riot