Ince reacted quickly, dodging the man's frenzied slashes and stabs while holding the camera, and continued his explanation:

"Look, long-term use of Moon Sugar can also make people lose their judgement and attack indiscriminately!"

[:Stop educating us at a time like this! Do you really need to be so dedicated?]

[:Salute to the legendary photographer Mr. Ince.]

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of other Sugarmen in the building. Those poor souls with dull expressions raised their heads blankly, thoughts flitting through their eyes as reason clashed with madness.

In the end, in the hallucination created by Moon Sugar, Ince appeared to them like a running piece of translucent candy, and their reason was instantly drowned by primal desires as they stumbled towards him.

Countless Sugarmen chased after Ince out of the dilapidated building, while Ince, facing the camera and the curtain in front of him, gestured a goodbye:

"See you all later!"

With that, he ended the livestream, the number of viewers fixed at three thousand, leaving the audience behind a black screen, bewildered, reminiscing about the content of the livestream.

The livestream was quickly clipped by people and posted on the curtain, with numerous edits of him scattered across various media platforms by individual accounts, causing the incident to rapidly ferment.

...

Ten minutes after the video began circulating on the curtain, a related hot topic made its way to the bottom of the trending list, and the uninformed public started to get a grasp of the truth.

Inside Rongsen Media, everyone was busy to the point of exhaustion, with all departments operating at full capacity to mitigate any negative impact on the company. One curtain communication after another was dialed and hung up amidst the quietly passing time.

In a certain room, a woman's voice was sharp:

"Didn't you promise me that this matter would be quickly suppressed? What's going on now!"

The man communicating with others looked impatient: "Most of the CCA people have already shut up. We've warned and paid hush money to those somewhat influential personal media, and the internet monitoring department has been working nonstop from yesterday to now. What more do you want me to do?"

"Then why is Lin Fan's incident trending again?" The woman's expression twisted slightly.

The man's face suddenly turned cold: "Are you questioning me?"

The woman suddenly felt a chill, her face softened somewhat, and her voice became a bit gentle: "I'm just worried about the company's image being affected."

"Hmph, a reckless dog ran out biting people randomly, truly a lunatic." Shadows clouded the man's eyes. "I've come to understand the saying 'barefooted people don't fear those who wear shoes.'"

"Immediately get in touch with the city radio station and shut down that mad dog's Channel 23 for me, put some pressure on the management of Note Community, aren't we spending all this money on them so they get paid for doing nothing?" The man roared at the curtain like a roaring lion.

Half an hour later, a group of protesters gathered downstairs of Rongsen Media, completely blocking the entrance of the company, with a large number of company vehicles stuck in the curved plaza, unable to pass, only able to protest with honking.

Most of them were young men with a sense of justice, holding up signs and shouting for the handling of disreputable artists, demanding the PR team to respond properly to the Moon Sugar incident.

A man in a suit and tie stood in the rain facing the crowd, the waves of condemnation rising and falling like tides. His face flickered with a few traces of disgust, as countless cameras and microphones were pointed at him from the front, with white flashes occasionally flickering, and finally he cleared his throat:

"The information on the curtain is of varying quality, that video is clearly a defamation and slander of our Rongsen Media's corporate image, deliberately staged by some ill-intentioned individuals. I hope everyone will clear their eyes, have their own discernment, and stop gathering downstairs of our company, affecting our employees' daily travel."

He brushed aside a strand of wet hair from his forehead, ignoring the passionate crowd and turned to walk towards the inside of the building. The surging crowd was quickly blocked by security personnel.

Standing at a distance in the rain, several members of the Dawn Society observed this scene in silence. A teenager chewing on a grass stalk squatting by the roadside raised an eyebrow:

"Letting them get this emotional, isn't it a bad idea? Such a mental fluctuation would be really troublesome if an urban legend were to be born at this moment."

"After all, people have gotten too comfortable in the Star of Art. In other cities, under the ruler's nose, if anyone dared to incite disorder, it wouldn't be surprising if they had a violent agency make an example out of them." Chen San spoke up.

"Third Brother, I've never seen you so harsh before." The teenager Ning Yi glanced at Chen San.

"The mental fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger." The fuchsia figure noted the numbers ticking on the wristwatch and looked towards the young man in a black-garbed coat, "If we don't handle it, it's about to pass the critical value, President."

"Ning, contact the Tuners and the office folks, let's get ready to take control of the scene." Jian Liu, standing in the center of the group, said while holding an umbrella, with a serene look on the beauty mark at the corner of his eye.

"Understood!"

Everyone responded in unison, and as if having thought of something, Jian Liu furrowed his brows slightly: "Where's Tao?"

"Sister Twelve?" Ning Yi wore a thoughtful expression and said, "Before leaving Dawn Society, she seemed to be contacting the CCA on the curtain, swearing while at it."

Jian Liu rubbed his forehead helplessly: "It's probably related to Miss Xu. Heart 6, anything noteworthy from your recent interactions with the target?"

"Nothing." Everme chuckled lightly, spreading her hands, "Everything is as usual. That person—she really only has eyes for herself."

Right then, the sudden chaos in the crowd caught everyone's attention. In the distant street, a large number of Land Air Vehicles collided one after another, blocking the road, creating a traffic jam. The constant honking and the erratic flashing of the traffic control lights made for a chaotic scene. In the world of blurred light and shadow, a figure raised a camera, wiped the water off his face, and shouted:

"Everyone, look over here, look over here! Live broadcast."

Behind that person chased countless gaunt figures, resembling rusted iron. Typical lunatics high on Moon Sugar, with abnormal hormonal secretions throughout their bodies, their movements were no longer sluggish, but solely displaying madness, running with all four limbs through the traffic jam, climbing onto the tops of Land Air Vehicles, letting out bizarre howls, like out of control beasts.

Pedestrians screamed upon seeing this sight, the entire scene instantly turning chaotic, the pouring rain forming a small stream on the rooftops, flying splashes leapt from their bizarre, twisted, bark-like dry black claws.

In the video, panicked fleeing pedestrians were grabbed by the beastly figures and flung high into the air, crashing onto the roof of a runaway Land Air Vehicle, slightly denting the entire roof, while that Land Air Vehicle, in its panic, crashed headlong into the sidewalk, ramming itself into the curb formed by the road's edge.

In the live broadcast synced with the radio, Ince led the Sugarmen towards the Rongsen Media building's lower floors. It wasn't long before those beastly figures crashed into the crowd of protesters under the building, flinging the company's security aside, charging straight towards the man in the suit and tie behind the line of defense, pouncing on him and gnawing away amidst the countless terrified gazes.

Blood sprayed into the puddles created by rain, dispersing like red silk threads, dyeing the brick pavement's pooled water red, inciting more panicked screams in the vicinity as people scattered and fled, symbolizing that the chaos had once again ascended to a new level.

"Damn, that guy brought all those Moon Sugar lunatics over here!" Ning Yi yelled.

Jian Liu's gaze sharpened, gesturing to his comrades behind him: "We must act quickly..."

"No, it's already too late." Everme murmured, looking at the data on the wristwatch exceeding the critical value.

"A new urban legend has already been born."

On the gray street shrouded in the misty rain, all the street lamps uniformly flickered with arcs of electricity, shattering synchronously at a certain moment. The dim yellow halo extinguished, fragmented lanterns burst into a shower of sparks, falling into the puddles below.

People's panic transformed into black smoke, merging in the sky to form a shadow, a woman's silhouette;

A luxurious black gown, with a neck to body ratio that looked bizarrely out of proportion, below the mysterious black veil, over a hollow, inverted triangle-shaped gaunt face water trickled continuously. Her eyelids were peacefully half-closed, like a benevolent mother overlooking the chaotic street and panicking crowd below.

A body out of proportion, a face pale as paper, lips red as blood, so eerie, yet possessing a certain strange allure.

Until, in a particular instant, two trails of black slime streamed from her eyes, and amidst the rain, the woman slowly opened those empty eye sockets, a terrifying silence began to emanate from her being.

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