"What did Bai Ge say?"
Ye Mingqian leaned forward slightly against the desk.
"Go straight to the source."
Wu Xinxin directly recounted Bai Ge's original words: "Although rumors stop among the wise, once they exceed a certain number, they become truth, so the simplest and most crude way is to find the person who spread the rumors and expose them directly to the sun, shrouding Aishang's head." The clouds will naturally dissipate."
"I understand the truth, but the question is how to check?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Ye Mingqian's eyes.
Does she need to find a hacker to track the IP of the poster?
Huh? Speaking of hackers, her eyes lit up instantly, "We can call the police."
Which hacker can be as powerful as the national network.
"That's how it should be." Wu Xinxin also nodded in agreement: "Now we are so hacked on the Internet that our voices are not heard at all without a little iron-blooded tactics."
"Let's go and file the record first."
Ye Mingqian decisively asked Wu Xinxin to go to the Legal Department to take the collected rumor evidence in case it was needed later.
The people at the police station were very impressed by this beautiful landlady, so Ye Mingqian received a lot of attention and courtesy as soon as she entered.
Dong Chenghui is still in his old position, but his body is more stooped, and he is as soulless as Shang Ailian, like a puppet.
Ye Mingqian only glanced at it and then withdrew her gaze. She sat down in front of a young policewoman.
"Hello."
She put a bag of printed copies of rumors with pictures and comments on the table, smiled sweetly and said, "I'll report the crime."
"Ah, please tell me." The young policewoman was so stunned by her smile that she sat upright for two seconds and invited the recorder to accompany her and listen together.
Ye Mingqian told the story of the rumors and wanted the police to make a statement that the matter had nothing to do with her.
"Ms. Ye, you can wait for this matter." The policewoman briefly explained the seriousness of Dong Chenghui's matter, and finally said: "Although the person was dirty, he has not yet explained the source of the dirt clearly. Wait for everything Once we find out, the police will naturally issue a notice, and then all rumors will be dispelled."
"That's going to take a long time."
Ye Mingqian knew that it would take a month or two to complete a set of procedures. At that time, the fashion show with M Li might be about to start. She could not let the brand Aishang carry a stigma on the catwalk.
Otherwise, the brand value will be completely destroyed.
"Then we can only do nothing to help." The policewoman flashed a professional smile.
"ok, I know, thank you."
Knowing that this road was not feasible, Ye Mingqian frowned, packed up the information he had brought, and handed it to the police: "Then please open a case for me first. If Dong Chenghui explains everything clearly, it will be useful in the future. "
After coming out of the police station, Ye Mingqian had nowhere to go, and suddenly he had an idea.
"I can go find Lee Seung Suk."
He just left and hit the accelerator until he reached the hotel where he was staying.
"what?"
Ye Mingqian knocked on Li Chengxi's door. A scruffy-bearded man with a chicken coop on his head opened the door and stared at her.
She raised her head and glanced at the room number. Sixty-three was correct.
"That's right, I'm Lee Seung Suk."
After the man opened the door with a rough voice and let her in, he ducked into the bathroom and came out ten minutes later to see a refreshed Lee Seung-seok.
"Are you performing a dramatic transformation?"
Ye Mingqian stood next to the TV and waited for him.
"Sit anywhere."
Li Chengxi wiped his hair and sat down cross-legged.
"How can I sit down?" She looked at the entire room covered with human body sketches and had no idea where to start.
"No more, you can just throw it in the trash can."
Li Chengxi waved his hand nonchalantly.
Ye Mingqian didn't move, stood straight on the spot, and asked, "I heard that you were a psychiatrist before?"
He stretched for a moment and turned around stiffly, "I heard? Who did you hear that?"
"Don't worry about this. I just know it anyway. Do you want to go back to your old job and help me take a look?"
Ye Mingqian stood in the only open space in the room, staring at him without blinking.
"I don't remember it a long time ago." Li Chengxi declined lightly, "What I hate most now are psychiatrists who speak ambiguously."
"It's really a pity that I can't have this opportunity." Her eyes were mixed with light and dark, "I have something to ask you."
Li Chengxi leaned half of his body, "I'm all ears."
"How did you clarify the rumors about you when faced with the editor?"
"Ignore it and don't ask any questions." Lee Seung-seok answered simply, "Foreign media are like this. They only write their own thoughts regardless of the facts or not, so it doesn't matter what the truth is."
"This won't work in China." Ye Mingqian sighed. It seemed that it was a mistake to learn from Li Chengxi.
"What happened to you?" Seeing her distress, Li Chengxi asked with slightly raised eyebrows.
At first glance, it seemed that he was obsessed with design and had no time to look at his mobile phone. Ye Mingqian sent the website's posts to his mobile phone.
Li Chengxi glanced at it for a few times before sneering and throwing it aside. He glanced sideways at Ye Mingqian: "Is this what bothers you?"
"Hold a press conference and tell the media everything you want to say clearly. They will compile a reasonable story based on what they heard and asked at the scene. This is called the automatic psychological correction function."
He accidentally mentioned his previous professional terminology. Ye Mingqian rolled his eyes, walked to him, knelt down and asked, "What is this term?"
"It's just like recognizing words. The wrong ordering of language will not affect reading. The human brain will automatically correct the errors. A friend of mine was like this. She had a serious mental disorder and only read what she wanted to read. I suffered from depression for a long time, but later recovered very well after my treatment. If it hadn’t been for Huo Ji...oh, if her husband hadn’t been the one who got in the way, I won’t talk about it anymore, it’s all in the past.”
Li Chengxi took off the design draft on the drawing board and threw it on the ground, then spread a piece of white paper and re-applied lead.
So the re-screened information is that Mrs. Huo suffered from severe depression, Li Chengxi was her psychiatrist, and Huo Jili prevented his treatment, causing Mrs. Huo's death?
In just one paragraph of text, if he hadn't accidentally said the word "Huo", Ye Mingqian wouldn't have dared to think about it, but combined with the previous clues, she felt that this was the most reasonable statement.
"Wouldn't it get darker and darker when I hold a press conference?" Ye Mingqian was a little worried.
"What are you afraid of? Even if you don't say anything, this basin of dirty water will be poured on you."
Li Chengxi turned the pencil in his hand, sketched a beautiful girl with a few strokes, and perfected the details of the costume.
"Let me think about it again."
Ye Mingqian stared at Li Chengxi's strokes. His movements were very light and gentle, as if he were treating a lover. What he painted was not a traditional eight-headed model, but an oriental woman with a slender body. skeleton.
