novelraw Chapter 30 Xu Yu's Real-Name Report
Chapter 30 Xu Yu's Real-Name Report
Song Ze did not budge an inch.
He firmly pressed down on Xia Ziming's cold hand, stopping her from backing down.
Then he raised his other hand and gestured a sleeping position with his head propped up next to his cheek.
He looked directly at Xia Ziming across from him and nodded emphatically.
Xia Ziming bit her lower lip.
We must not reveal any weaknesses at this time.
Her chest heaved slightly as she steadied the trembling in her voice and regained her usual cool composure.
"I'm already back at the hotel arranged by the production team. I just took a shower and am going to sleep right away. You don't need to pick me up."
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the receiver.
"Okay." A very soft laugh came from the speaker. "Then get some rest, see you tomorrow."
The call was disconnected.
The screen dims.
Xia Ziming suddenly went limp, his back slamming heavily onto the sofa in the private room of the Western restaurant, panting heavily.
Song Ze had already taken out his phone and opened the map application.
Xia Ziming cannot be allowed to return to the hotel arranged by the production team.
The business hotels that Xingyao Entertainment booked are also unsafe.
Having been in the entertainment industry for many years, Wan Chi-leung could easily check hotel check-in records and obtain room keys.
No one can guarantee that he won't send people to intercept them overnight.
A string of red dots appeared on the map.
Song Ze slid his finger across the screen and finally tapped a yellow icon in a remote neighborhood.
"Let's go. We can't go back to that place. Let's sleep right under the noses of the police."
He stood up and grabbed the car keys and mask from the table.
Xia Ziming paused for half a second, then quickly reacted, grabbed her handbag, and followed closely behind.
The two went downstairs through the fire escape of the Western restaurant.
Pushing open the back door, a cool breeze rushed in.
Song Ze lowered the brim of his hat and led Xia Ziming through a narrow back alley that smelled of swill.
After bypassing three garbage stations piled high with waste paper boxes, we climbed over a low iron fence.
Each time he turned a corner, Song Ze would glance back at the spot after a moment.
Confirm that there are no people or car lights following them.
The two hailed an old taxi in front of a convenience store two streets away.
"Driver, it's across from the Shizhong Branch of the Public Security Bureau, at the Super 8 Express chain store."
The taxi drove through the night.
Xia Ziming clutched her handbag tightly, the receding neon lights outside the window casting flickering shadows on her face.
Song Ze leaned back in his chair, his mind racing.
How to break this deadlock tomorrow morning?
The chain of evidence is not yet perfect.
Based solely on that voluntary video recording, Wen Ziliang's legal team could easily classify the matter as a relationship dispute.
To defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, it is necessary to ignite public opinion online, force the authorities to open an investigation, and bring the other five victims out of the shadows to form a closed loop of evidence.
First, contact Zhang Juan and prepare sufficient public relations funds.
Get a few more Weibo influencers on your side. Make sure the trending topics are accurate.
The car stopped.
"We've arrived." The driver turned on the meter.
The two got out of the car.
Across the street, a seven-story building was brightly lit.
Two police lights rotated rhythmically in the night, emitting red and blue light.
Xia Ziming's shoulders, which had been stiff all night, finally collapsed when he saw the electric sliding gate with the police badge on it.
The two walked to the front desk of the budget hotel diagonally opposite.
"Give me two adjacent rooms." Song Ze handed over his ID card.
Take your room key and take the elevator to the sixth floor.
The door opened. Song Ze walked to the window and pulled back the curtain.
Directly below is the courtyard of the Public Security Bureau, where several police patrol cars are neatly parked.
A tangible, real sense of security.
"Go next door and take a hot shower, then lock the door," Song Ze instructed Xia Ziming, who had followed him in.
Xia Ziming nodded, picked up her handbag, and left, closing the door behind her.
Soon, the sound of running water came from next door.
Song Ze walked to the slightly dented sofa and sat down.
I've been working non-stop all day and I'm completely exhausted.
He took out his phone, ready to send a message to Zhang Juan to arrange a meeting with the legal team the next morning.
The moment your fingertip touches the screen, the red numbers on the WeChat icon begin to expand at a visible speed.
The work group has 99+ members.
Xingyao Entertainment Public Relations Department Group: 99+
More than a dozen Weibo push banners popped up at the top of the phone screen.
Song Ze's fingers paused.
problem occurs?
Has Wen Ziliang already made his move?
The madman moved even faster than expected.
He abandoned his plan to contact legal counsel and went straight to Weibo.
The loading animation only went halfway before the trending topics list crashed onto the screen without any buffering.
The first item on the list is followed by a blood-red "Explosive" character.
The number of reads is jumping wildly at a rate of hundreds per second.
#Xu Yu files a formal complaint against Wen Ziliang#
The ten short characters stood there straight and tall.
Song Ze's pupils suddenly contracted.
How is that possible?
Xu Yuyu.
That obscure, third-tier internet celebrity.
Isn't she the sharpest knife in Wen Ziliang's hand?
She should have stayed behind the scenes, waiting for the buzz to build and for the final payment to arrive.
Why would they switch sides?
And it's aimed at the biggest financial backer and powerful backer?
The rhythm was completely disrupted. The anticipated battle situation was overturned in an instant.
The door was suddenly banged on violently.
"Song Ze! Have you checked your phone?" Xia Ziming's voice came through the door, trembling uncontrollably.
Song Ze strode over and opened the door.
Xia Ziming rushed in without even drying her hair, still wrapped in a large nightgown.
Water droplets dripped from her hair onto the carpet. She grabbed Song Ze's wrist and shoved her phone directly in front of his face, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single complete sentence.
On the screen are three Weibo posts that Xu Yu made half an hour ago.
Article 1: Wen Ziliang, you scumbag! You started this relationship and then abandoned me. You promised to marry me, but in the past month, you've been going out and having group sex multiple times, completely disregarding the child in my belly.
In addition, there are nine long screenshots of WeChat chat history.
The two parties in the conversation were Xu Yuyu and the WeChat account that used a husky avatar.
The screenshot also included photos of multiple people engaging in sexual activity, which were heavily blurred.
The husky avatar's statement was quite ambiguous.
Come to Tianyue 503, your pajamas are your only luggage. Tonight, we won't say good morning. We'll be waiting for you.
Following closely behind were the transfer records. Each conversation was followed by a large transfer ranging from 50,000 to 100,000 yuan.
The second Weibo post contained two photos.
The camera angle is tilted upwards from the bedside table.
The first picture shows a hand wearing a limited edition Patek Philippe watch pressing against the back of a girl's neck.
That watch was specially displayed by James Wan at last year's charity gala, and it's the only one of its kind on the entire internet.
The second picture is a man's profile, showing him looking down and unbuttoning his shirt.
His jawline, nose bridge, and sideburns—every line proves to the entire internet that this man is Wen Ziliang.
The third Weibo post included a two-and-a-half-minute video attachment.
The cover was censored with mosaics, and the content was full of obscene images.
People who enjoy gossip late at night are extremely active.
These three Weibo posts were like throwing torches into a haystack.
With each refresh, the number of comments and reposts jumps by thousands.
Countless people in the comments section expressed the same horror: Is this really Wen Ziliang? Save it quickly, it's about to be deleted by the PR team.
Xia Ziming stood frozen in place, staring at the three Weibo posts on the screen.
The source of the fear that had tormented her day and night was now laid bare before everyone.
This is what the other girls went through.
This is the hand that reaches out from the abyss.
Song Ze tapped his fingers on the edge of the screen, the screen's dim light illuminating his jaw.
Something is not right.
What a coincidence. What a surprise.
There must be a third-party intervention.
Who is it?
The situation is completely out of control.
The original plan to systematically close the net and hand over all the evidence to the police was shattered by these three Weibo posts late at night.
The phone vibrated violently in Song Ze's hand.
The caller ID showed a completely unfamiliar Beijing number.
Song Ze pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.
A perfectly steady female voice came through the receiver, without the slightest inflection.
"Mr. Song, it's me."