"Welcome to today's episode of 'Society Spotlight.' Do you remember the phrase 'My dad is Li Gang'? That one sentence made everyone remember three words—second-generation official. But lately, these privileged kids need to watch their backs. According to incomplete statistics, in the past month, rich kids, official kids, military kids, and red kids—basically anyone with a 'second-generation' label—have all found themselves in unprecedented trouble. Across the country, there have been multiple conflicts, all featuring clashes between ordinary folks and these second-generation elites. But don't rush to sympathize or blame—surprisingly, it's these elites who end up on the losing side. Let's dive into the details...
Phoenix News reports: Mainland China will establish a National Narcotics Agency to seriously crack down on drug trafficking. Due to the recent surge in drug-related crimes threatening public safety, the Ministry of Public Security and the National Security Bureau have formed a special anti-narcotics task force. The spokesperson announced that customs and border control will be further strengthened to keep drugs out of the country. Citizens are urged to stay vigilant...
Socio-Economic Net Hot Topic: The Rise of the Grassroots. The spring and summer of 2014 have been blazing hot, and during this time, countless grassroots entrepreneurs have made it big. These folks were nobodies before, but once they took off, they soared sky-high and shocked the world. Let’s keep following these legendary stories and see how far they can go...
Public Safety Daily: Missing Persons in the White Night. On April 4th, the world witnessed a bizarre astronomical event dubbed 'White Night Descends.' Afterward, mysterious disappearances occurred everywhere, sparking online uproar. Two months later, some of the missing have trickled back—but none will speak about what happened. Kidnapping? Getting lost? Blackmail? A powerful secret organization? Everything remains a mystery...
Web News Picks: Time Travel. Ever since online fiction took off, this term has been popping up everywhere. Countless time-travel novels and movies have taught us that 'time travel' means jumping to another era or world. Recently, a netizen posted, 'Real-Life Time Travel: The Truth Behind White Night,' sparking heated debate...
Exploration & Discovery: Superhumans Among Us. You might never guess that somewhere in the world, there are people with incredible powers. Maybe you think they’re hiding in deep mountains or creepy Dracula castles—but that’s not the case! Today, let’s check out a magical moment caught on the street...
Welcome to today's 'Everyone's Focus.' A few days ago, all time-travel novels were suddenly banned, causing an uproar among readers. The Propaganda Department said the reason was to crack down on pornography, violence, and superstitious thinking, and that the ban would be lifted after strict review. But there's no word on when that will be, and online writers are crying poverty. Why were these novels banned? What's the deeper reason? Food for thought...
Roaming Net: When the Fake Meets the Real. Today, the Shanghai Comic Expo opens. One guy painted his whole body to cosplay the nanosuit from Crysis and strutted down the street. But, by coincidence, another person in a real nanosuit rounded the corner and faced him head-on. Let’s check out the comparison—sometimes, you just can’t compete! The body-paint cosplayer slunk away in embarrassment. But look at that second nanosuit—its texture, shape, and even sound effects! Some folks thought it was the real deal, which shows just how good the props are...
In a secluded courtyard of a temple on Mount Emei, a small radio played news updates. The radio rested on a pair of slender legs—the owner, sitting in a wheelchair, was none other than the blind girl Nina. She listened quietly, serene and peaceful, as distant bells tolled, untouched by the world.
Suddenly, Nina seemed to sense something. She bent forward, reaching for the ground, where someone had drawn a tongue-out smiley face, signed 'The Peach Bandit.' When Nina’s fingers touched the smiley, her face lit up with delight: “It’s the Queen.”
Nina smiled softly for a moment, then straightened up and wheeled herself back inside. In the room, a shadowy figure stood in a corner, suddenly speaking in a chilling voice: "The results for the other Six Pillars have come in. It's your turn, ma'am." The figure looked one-third human, seven-tenths ghostly, but Nina didn't seem surprised at all. She simply nodded and rolled her wheelchair to a wooden table in the center of the room.
On this antique table lay some strange objects: complex mathematical formulas, hexagram diagrams with commentaries, overlapping Tarot cards, and more. These unrelated items, gathered together, somehow felt both mysterious and perfectly unified.
Nina reached out, gently brushing her hands over the objects. She furrowed her brow, lost in deep concentration. After a while, she withdrew her hands, exhaled long and slow, and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
The shadowy figure spoke nervously: "Ma'am, your instructions?"
Nina caught her breath, picked up a pen, and wrote a line on a piece of paper. She handed it to the figure: "Give this to Mr. Zero."
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Kansas, USA. In a small chapel in a rural town, the old priest whom Jonathan once met was confessing before God.
The chapel doors opened, and someone strode in, footsteps firm and heavy. "Father." The newcomer, with flaming red hair, was Phyllis Zade, the newly appointed head of the Tiberius Laboratory. "You were the chief researcher thirty years ago, and Sophia’s deputy. Now, I invite you to return to the lab and continue the work of your dreams. What do you say?"
The old priest chuckled softly: "Do I really have a choice?"
"Excellent, then come with me. By the way, about that zombie virus—I’d like your opinion. I’m curious why that virus only infected Old Veteran, and doesn’t seem to affect any other life forms."
"Are those viruses still alive?"
"No. Ever since that zombie was torn apart by Old Veteran, the virus vanished with its complete death."
"Good." The priest stood up and grabbed a hefty Catholic tome from a nearby shelf. "Let's see what God has to say, my child—the answer is in here. According to divine will, angels and demons are barred from the mortal world. But some people have already been through hell while still alive, and they bring disaster—sinners' bodies become gateways for demons, and the world suffers as a result."
Phyllis opened the book and saw an illustration: a person lying on the ground, their abdomen split open, and a fierce demon crawling out from inside.
Phyllis frowned. "I don't want to hear these myths. Just come with me already."
"God’s revelations have their reasons. We’re just too dull to understand them." The old priest muttered as he followed Phyllis out.
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China, Shandong Province, a certain city.
Under the pitch-black night sky, in the desolate outskirts, a figure appeared out of thin air—a grown man, fading from blurry to clear, as if conjured from nowhere. If anyone were around, they’d be scared out of their wits.
But right now, the one who’s actually panicking is the man himself. He stared blankly at the scenery, muttering, "I—I’m back? I escaped?!" Just as he was about to rejoice, he suddenly clutched his chest, face twisting in pain. The pain turned to panic, then to terror. "No—no, I don’t want to die—I need a hospital!"
With a wild roar, the man bolted down the road. He knew the area well—he’d vanished from here five days ago. It was far from the city, and the nearest hospital was over ten kilometers away. But panic had taken over, and he dashed forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, desperate to get someone’s attention.
But before help could arrive, he suddenly collapsed with a thud. Struggling to crawl forward, his face turned crimson, then he screamed and flipped onto his back, lying face-up on the ground. "Ah—I don’t want to die!" His desperate wail pierced the night, finally drawing the attention of nearby residents.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" A young guy ran over, but was instantly terrified by the man's expression. It was the look of someone drowning in an endless whirlpool of agony—so much despair and horror it almost felt tangible.
Crack—a sharp bone snap rang out. The collapsed man suddenly jerked his chest, as if shocked by a defibrillator.
The young guy was so scared he fell over: "What the...?!"
Crack, crack—more bone snaps echoed as the man trembled all over, his chest heaving wildly, as if something alive was burrowing beneath his ribs.
"Wh-what the hell is going on? What kind of freaky thing is this?!" The young guy was drenched in cold sweat.
Bang! With a violent burst, the man’s chest exploded in a spray of blood. Torn skin, splayed bones, mangled organs—he was dead beyond dead. Amid the grotesque scene, something straight out of a horror movie or nightmare emerged. It shattered the boundary between screen and reality—
An alien, head raised to the sky, let out a piercing screech.
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"Is this the directive from the Global Observation Agency?" A tall figure took the note written by Nina from the shadowy figure and unfolded it. Sixteen Chinese characters were written on it:
Soul Rift Opens, Turbid Currents Rise.
World Upheaval, Wave Approaches.