Chapter 3083: 2881 Black Mirror (Sect Leader, Heaven‑Ordained: Extra Chapter for You and Me)

Di Du, Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

Several police officers left with angry expressions; the old policeman's face was wooden, the young policeman was filled with indignation.

Getting into the car, the young policeman asked, "Captain Zhao, report the situation to the leader—these wolves in sheep's clothing! We need to really give them a hard time."

The young policeman's words were full of emotion, impossible to shake off.

"Don't rush, drive slowly." Captain Zhao looked at the neon outside the window and said softly.

At that moment, his phone rang; Captain Zhao glanced at it, then placed it on the windshield, letting the ringing and vibration roar wildly.

"Captain Zhao, this is……"

"The leader's call?" the young policeman started the vehicle, glanced at it, and found Captain Zhao's refusal to answer somewhat surprising.

"Don't rush, drive slowly." Captain Zhao said softly again.

"Can we not answer the phone?"

"As police, we're like doctors. There are corrupt police and corrupt doctors, but they're not the majority. Those who work diligently are still most. It's not easy to earn money through hard work…… Captain Zhao's already cold heart seemed to melt today; he spoke more than usual."

"Um…… Captain Zhao, you wouldn't……"

"No." Captain Zhao said, "I've seen medical disturbances before—dragging over a hundred people from villages to block the hospital, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. Sometimes they even took doctors and nurses hostage, causing a huge uproar. Back then, this was called a mass incident, a major affair."

"Now we're busy every day like dogs; social order has improved, but we can't meet the anti‑crime targets." Captain Zhao said an unrelated sentence.

The young policeman was dazed.

"Let's see how it goes; this group isn't simple." Captain Zhao said quietly.

"Huh? Captain Zhao, what flaw did you notice?"

"There's no flaw—that itself is the biggest flaw. Didn't you notice? Over a dozen people, and they haven't dispersed despite the cold." Captain Zhao said softly, "In the past, medical disturbances were more common in summer than winter, for this reason."

"……" The young policeman was speechless. No flaw, yet that's the biggest flaw—what kind of reasoning is this?

"Let's not rush this; let's take a stroll."

"What about the leader's call?"

"Surely someone went to see the leader; I'm not answering, so the leader will scold me on the surface but be secretly pleased. One must take responsibility." Captain Zhao gave a slight smile and said, "Tell me, where do you still think something's off?"

The young policeman didn't notice Captain Zhao's choice of words; he confidently said, "Medical University Affiliated Hospital is clearly involved in a criminal case—intentional injury always occurs."

"You, keep polishing for a few more years." Captain Zhao shook his head and said.

"Captain Zhao?" the young policeman wondered.

"There are countless problems; I'm sure Medical University Affiliated Hospital suffered a hidden loss, or something they can't speak of." Captain Zhao said with a grin.

"Then why don't we arrest this group?"

Captain Zhao gave a slight smile, didn't answer the young policeman, tightened his clothes, gazed at the seven‑colored hazy night lights, and fell silent.

…

…

"The video needs to be edited to be shocking—you did a terrible job!" a middle‑aged man shouted hoarsely.

"Boss, this thing turned out too explicit; can it be released?"

This is a small workshop of a public account; originally, to save costs, the office and the only two employee dormitories were together. But after a major incident, the public account's founder rushed over from home to supervise the work.

Self‑media had already passed the blue‑ocean era; even in 2017 some claimed the self‑media dividend period had ended.

Now self‑media competes on content, and faced with such a sky‑shaking event, with no sign of a full‑web blockade yet, if we don't jump on it to grab a bite, we'll miss a chance to attract eyeballs.

"Too explicit? Look at what the big Vs post—what more explicitness do you need now!" the middle‑aged man almost shouted, "Black Mirror, season 1 episode 1—have you watched it?"

"I have; it's full of plot holes, but it's interesting and satirical." the young person said with a laugh.

In that episode, the story between the prime minister and PIG is simple, direct, clear—he seems he'll never forget it.

"You only saw the surface; the whole plot can't stand scrutiny, yet this very setup keeps you remembering it till now—why?! Because of satire? Nonsense. After you put down your phone, the screen is just a black mirror—think about that."

"Um……" the young person didn't know why the boss started nagging.

"Although the plot is full of holes—for example, everyone says how the princess was kidnapped by a completely unprofessional 'artist', the case's background and outcome—no one cares. Everyone will remember the prime minister fucking a pig."

"That's the essence of self‑media. Whether your writing has logic doesn't matter; what matters is attracting eyeballs! What matters is matching today's public opinion trend! What matters is whether people like to watch! You think everyone's an idiot? People are sharp; nobody takes it seriously—this is just film, just entertainment."

"Even if the show's name is forgotten, this scene will stay in everyone's mind. We are all actors living in the world; this play keeps being performed. In this age of exploding information, we survive only by our acting."

…

The young person was speechless.

"Does right or wrong matter? No, that damn thing doesn't matter. Does explicitness matter? No—what matters is not getting 404'd! The direction is clear now; seize the time. Finish updating this piece, then write another article." the middle‑aged man directed calmly.

"Huh? Boss, what should the next article be about?"

"Write from the doctors' perspective, condemn society's unfairness toward doctors, and look for all the problems in this incident."

"Why write two different articles?" the young person asked.

He obviously just started; the middle‑aged man sighed and explained to him.

"We have six self‑media accounts; we need to speak from different people's angles, saying what they like to hear. Only with empathy do we get clicks, traffic, and the ability to buy houses and cars!"

"The first piece will definitely analyze this from the mainstream perspective, condemning doctors' arbitrary behavior. The second piece will consider it from the doctors' angle, call doctor friends to ask their thoughts. The third piece will be objective and fair……"

The middle‑aged man talked on and on, growing more excited, his tone rising ever more passionate.

The young person sighed speechlessly—this is the rhythm of trying to earn everyone's money.

"Right or wrong doesn't matter; we want readership. The more we can evoke a group's empathy, the more they'll share the link in their Moments. Clicks times 0.8 equals our ad revenue—you calculate, it's all money!"

Saying that, the middle‑aged man closed his mouth. These may be superficial, but they're the rules he's figured out over years—this is money. And the young person in front of him just needs to work hard; he doesn't need to know all this!

Thus the three worked all night; the clicks surged rapidly, like a virus, skyrocketing.