novelraw Chapter 22 A crazy sasaeng fan brought a knife onto the stage!
Chapter 22 A crazy sasaeng fan brought a knife onto the stage!
Zhang Yilin pushed away the male audience member in front of her who was laughing so hard he was doubled over.
"Get out of the way!"
The male audience member staggered two steps, the swear words stuck in his throat.
Zhang Yilin raised her right hand, the metal casing of the utility knife reflecting a cold light under the overhead light, the blade already extended two inches.
The front row erupted instantly. The audience scrambled to the sides in terror, some stepping on the feet of those behind them, and screams filled the air.
After the crowd dispersed, only the girl in the baseball cap remained standing there.
She didn't rush onto the stage, nor did she lunge at Song Ze.
With a swift turn of the blade, it pressed down hard on the left forearm.
It was swiftly and cleanly drawn.
The blade sliced through the pure cotton cuff, tearing open the skin.
Blood seeped out, quickly staining the pale yellow cuffs red and dripping down the edge of the fabric.
"Pat-pat, pat-pat."
In the quiet venue, the sound was exceptionally clear. The stench of blood permeated the air.
Zhang Yilin ignored her wound and focused only on Song Ze on the stage.
"Song Ze! Why did you do this to me!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, her chest heaving violently, and the veins on her neck bulging.
"You said you only loved me! Why are you making up stories about our relationship?!"
Tears mingled with sweat and streamed down his face, gathering and dripping from his chin.
On stage, Song Ze's hand holding the microphone froze in mid-air.
Who is this woman?
He quickly went through the memories of both lifetimes, which had no overlap.
I was just making fun of myself by mentioning the list of online trolls on stage purely for the sake of a stand-up comedy performance.
And then a real person popped up and identified with the description?
If it weren't for the blood still dripping from the blade, he would have almost thought it was a hidden camera prank.
"Someone has died—"
A girl in the front row screamed and turned to run away.
In the chaos, someone cried out, "Isn't she Zhang Yilin?"
That shout was like lighting a fuse for panic.
The stadium exploded.
Shen Xiaoyuan's legs went weak and she slumped down on the edge of the stage.
She had been working in small theaters for years and had never seen anything like this before.
She pointed at the audience, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Finally, she kicked off her high heels and scrambled behind the curtain.
The main live stream room had three million viewers.
The director cuts to a close-up shot.
The chat remained blank for a full five seconds.
Then I went crazy. The subtitles scrolled so fast I couldn't even read them.
Holy crap, that's blood!
Is that woman really his ex-girlfriend? She even self-harmed!
[Call the police! Where are the security guards?]
[This scumbag drove me crazy! Is there any way to defend him?]
[Look closely, it was the woman who drew the line on herself!]
In the second-floor control room, the assistant director didn't even notice that a cigarette butt had fallen onto his trouser leg and burned a hole in it.
He yelled into the microphone, "Cut off the main signal! All security guards, line up!"
late.
The security guards on the first floor were blocked at the entrance by the fleeing crowd and couldn't get through at all.
Zhang Yilin raised the knife, aiming it at the wrist artery, preparing to make a second cut.
Song Ze threw away the microphone.
He did not back down despite the muffled thud.
He rushed straight to the edge of the stage, braced his left hand on the table, used his waist to propel himself into the air, and completed an extremely graceful adjustment in mid-air.
When they landed, their feet were firmly planted on the ground, and the SpongeBob Crocs didn't make a single extra sound.
The whole set of movements was crisp and clean.
Several girls who were running away turned around and saw this scene, and an absurd thought popped into their minds: How come this person's action of jumping off the stage is so cool?
Song Ze rushed forward in three steps, the tip of the knife just touching Zhang Yilin's left wrist.
He precisely gripped her right wrist, pressed his thumb against the radial styloid process, and then twisted it outwards with a flick.
Zhang Yilin's right hand suddenly lost its strength.
The utility knife slipped from his hand and landed with a clatter several meters away.
She didn't struggle, but raised her head to meet Song Ze's face. Her originally grief-stricken features twisted into a strange smile.
"Aze..."
She murmured softly, as if the hysteria she had just experienced had never happened.
"You still care about me, right? I knew you loved me. All those words you said on stage were just to deceive others, weren't they?"
Ignoring her right hand being grabbed, she leaned forward, trying to grab Song Zeyi's clothes with her blood-stained left hand.
"Those clarifications online were all forced upon you by the company. It's okay, I don't blame you. We'll be together for all eternity..."
She closed her eyes and leaned her face closer, trying to rub against Song Ze's arm.
Song Ze decisively let go and took half a step back.
This woman is quite ill.
They are not ordinary online trolls or haters; they have severe paranoid personality disorder.
He turned to look at Shen Xiaoyuan, whose head was half-peeked out from behind the curtain, and then at the audience in the distance who were still recording with their phones.
"Ma'am, do we know each other?"
Song Ze spread his hands.
"What I just read on stage was all made up. Can someone call the police for me? And also call 120, the psychiatric ward."
He didn't have a microphone, but everyone in the suddenly quiet venue heard him clearly.
The sense of absurdity dispelled the terrifying atmosphere at the scene.
Just moments ago, Song Ze seemed to think that Song Ze had abandoned her after seducing her, but seeing Zhang Yilin's crazy state and his utterly bewildered expression, the scales in his heart began to tip.
This can't be faked.
Five minutes later, sirens blared.
Police rushed in and set up a cordon, with medical personnel following closely behind.
Zhang Yilin was dragged away on a stretcher, and while her wounds were being bandaged, she frantically shouted in Song Ze's direction, "Aze! Wait for me to come back! I'll prove that I'm the one who loves you the most!"
That hoarse voice sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Within half an hour, several related terms surged into the top three of Weibo's trending topics.
#Bleeding Incident During Song Ze's Stand-up Comedy Show#
#Zhang Yilin self-harm#
#Extreme sasaeng fan or mentally ill ex-girlfriend#
The hype has overshadowed the previous plagiarism controversy.
At Xingyao Entertainment in Shanghai, the door to the president's office was slammed shut with tremendous force.
Zhang Juan was covered in sweat, holding a landline in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.
"Mr. Wang, I understand. This was an emergency. Song Ze didn't lay a hand on anyone; he went to rescue people!"
After hanging up the phone, Assistant Xiao Li was almost in tears: "Sister Juan, the brands that just signed two business deals have sent termination notices. They say they can't afford the potential social security risks."
The phone on the table vibrated again.
The legal team of the production team of "Heartbeat Signal" called, requesting a reassessment of the safety risks posed by Song Ze continuing to record.
The girl's entry with a knife stirred up sensitive nerves on all sides.
The pressure from all three sides, the oppressive feeling of an impending collapse, made Zhang Juan feel suffocated.
8 PM, a police station in the suburbs of Shanghai.
Song Ze sat on a plastic chair giving a statement, his white T-shirt still stained with a few dried bloodstains.
The policeman closed the notebook, and he signed it.
"Currently, this has been classified as an extreme case of fans disrupting public order. The person involved, Zhang Yilin, has been transferred to the Municipal Mental Health Center by her family. She has a long history of paranoia. Please be careful in the near future." The police handed over the receipt.
"Thank you for your help."
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Song Ze walked to the police station corridor and answered the call.
"Song Ze." Zhang Juan's breathing was heavy. "I had the cyber security department dig up Zhang Yilin's Weibo backend data. I only wanted to find out if she was acting under someone's orders."
Song Ze switched the phone to his left hand and rubbed his temples with his right.
"What did you find out?"
Zhang Juan paused for a moment and lowered her voice.
"Wen Ziliang's main account has followed Zhang Yilin's Weibo account."