First Floor: Shelter? If you want to join us, provide a screenshot of any lawyer's letter you've received. Which one of us hasn't been through numerous battles?

Second Floor: If you don't have a screenshot, provide some evidence that you've provoked an up before.

Third Floor: If you haven't provoked anyone, then I'm sorry, but I suggest you go to another board. This place is only for the strong.

Fourth Floor: If you really have nothing, you could provide proof of a criminal record, or even a release from prison certificate.

Fifth Floor: I suggest you head to the Soul Purification Area and post some poetry or prose there.

Sixth Floor...

Looking at these "ferocious words," Qing Lan's eyes widened. She felt a bit... Exhilarated.

It seemed these netizens had left Little Station and completely let loose. The Reformation Area folks scoffed at those in the Soul Cleansing Area. And those in the Legal Study and Protection Area... they were addicted to the various cases left behind by Qin Mu, learning the hidden legal knowledge and rights protection strategies within them, ignoring everything else.

After browsing for two hours, Qing Lan couldn't help but comment, This forum... is interesting.

This forum satisfied the netizens' urge to vent their emotions and desires after watching videos. Just wondering... If Qin Mu found out, would it be disbanded on the spot again?

「Qianzhou.」

In an ordinary residential complex, Ma Ming was intently staring at the computer backend, checking the number of registered users. As a programmer, tinkering with a forum wasn't difficult for him.

Ever since the "base" was discovered by Qin Mu, countless fans were left homeless. After watching the latest bank case, they could only vent by writing poetry and prose, having nowhere else to turn. After some thought, he decided to create a non-profit forum.

Sure enough, after the forum was established and through the spontaneous spread among netizens, the number of forum members started climbing rapidly in just a few days. The number of registrations reached over 100,000, and there were also 2,000 active users.

Many of these users came from Little Station, but a small proportion also came from other platforms. In the three sections he set up, the Soul Purification Area and the Reformation Area were constantly bickering, each looking down on the other. The Legal Study and Protection Area, on the other hand, was genuinely focused on learning and came here to study the law.

Qin Mu's videos... almost each one used a "live" defendant to creatively illustrate what behaviors could break the law and land oneself in prison. Their study of law was more about ensuring they didn't accidentally break it one day.

Looking at the backend, Ma Ming gulped and began comforting himself. I spent 500 yuan consulting a lawyer; creating a non-profit forum isn't illegal or criminal, so I should be fine...

Before launching the forum, he had made ample preparations, only daring to proceed after repeatedly confirming there were no issues. Moreover, he patrolled the forum daily, immediately deleting any "dangerous content" and banning the user.

So far, the netizens had been very "well-behaved." Of course, this excluded the "outlaws" in the Reformation Area.

「As time slowly passed.」

Five days later, the day of the trial arrived. Qin Mu didn't go to the nursing home that day and took a leave of absence on DingTalk. The reason for leave... was naturally another lawsuit.

Vice President Wan Zhongyuan swiftly approved it, with an appended comment: "Fight well, don't disgrace our nursing home."

At nine-fifty in the morning, Qin Mu arrived early at the Second Criminal Court. He found that Zhang Qingyuan and the others had arrived even earlier. They were sitting with closed eyes in their chairs, conserving their energy and patiently waiting for the trial to begin.

Before ten o'clock, the residents of the community whose packages had been stolen also gradually made their way to the court.

On the plaintiff's bench, the public prosecutor was preparing evidentiary materials for the court session. On the defendant's bench stood Xu Leshan, and surprisingly, his defense counsel was Zhang Wei again.

Qin Mu was not surprised by this. After so many cases, Zhang Wei's fame had grown considerably in Jin City. Many criminal defendants would seek him out first.

BANG.

At ten o'clock sharp, the gavel struck, signifying the official start of the trial.

The judge, Judgment Chief Zhou Quanmin, glanced over the courtroom and noticed Qin Mu standing at the witness stand. The corner of his mouth twitched. Seeing this familiar face, he instinctively knew that this theft case wouldn't be simple.

Then, he took a deep breath and declared in a stern voice, "The public prosecutor will now read the indictment and state the facts of the case."

This case was a public prosecution. The public prosecutor was the plaintiff, and Qin Mu, along with the other community residents, were co-plaintiffs.

Subsequently, the public prosecutor stepped forward and began to speak.

"The defendant, Xu Leshan, committed theft multiple times, totaling seven instances and stealing twenty-six packages. Among them were thirteen daily use items, four official documents from state agencies, and one corporate business proposal... Due to the defendant's theft, it caused..."

Five minutes later, the public prosecutor solemnly stated, "Given the extremely heinous nature of the defendant's crimes, we request the court to adjudicate according to the law and sentence the defendant to twelve years of fixed-term imprisonment and impose a fine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xu Leshan, on the defendant's bench, displayed an incredulous expression and quickly turned to Zhang Wei. He anxiously asked, "Didn't they say it was just a theft charge? Why are they sentencing me to twelve years?"

He had only just recovered. Discharged from the hospital not long before, he had gone straight to the court. And right as the trial began, the public prosecutor's requested sentence... scared him out of his wits, as if he had lost his soul.

Twelve years! His parents had told him before the trial that the maximum sentence would only be seven years... Now, out of the blue, it had increased by five years! The thing is... he had only stolen a few packages! How much could those few packages even be worth?

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