Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

"...The idol artist Ah Qing died of gas poisoning yesterday. According to insiders, this incident was not accidental. Ah Qing suffered from severe depression before his death. This is already the second case of a star artist committing suicide due to depression this year. It also reminds the audience to pay attention to the emotional changes of the people around them, prepare early, and promptly persuade relatives and friends who are mentally ill to receive psychological counseling and treatment, so as to avoid the recurrence of similar tragedies. Next is the new drama express..."

Ge Qiao picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly started to vibrate desperately again, and the glass of the coffee table trembled with piercing screams.

Zhong Mingcan glanced at the string of strange numbers flashing on the phone. Since yesterday afternoon, there have been hundreds of such strange calls. He didn't dare to answer or hang up, so he had to let them call until he lost interest.

He only took it once, around two o'clock yesterday afternoon.

At that time, he was still in the office and was doing the final mastering work for the final version of the self-composed song sent by Kong Qingshan. When the phone came, he answered it without looking at it.

"Hello, hello."

"Oh, hello, who are you?"

Zhong Mingcan was taken aback for a moment, how could anyone call and ask who he was?He became vigilant, glanced at the phone number on the screen, did not recognize it, frowned slightly, and asked back: "Who are you?"

The man said bluntly: "I am a reporter from Star Entertainment, and you were the last person Kong Qingshan spoke to before his death. I want to ask him what he told you at that time..."

Zhong Mingcan immediately hung up the phone.

He suddenly heard the sound of blood rushing against the eardrum, and his heart was beating wildly, so fast that he couldn't tell which one was the heartbeat.

He wanted to turn off the phone, but his hands were shaking too much. He tried three times but couldn't press the off button. He gave up, threw the phone on the table, grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, stretched out a finger, and tried his best to control it. Fearing, he called Ge Qiao.

He waited until he was about to give up again before the phone was finally picked up.

He only opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Ge Qiao on the other end was already incoherent: "Kong...I'm in the hospital...the police...I can't get in..."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the entrance of Renmin Hospital was overcrowded.

Dozens of girls gathered in front of the building. They used to be delicate girls who put on beautiful makeup even if they went to the convenience store downstairs to buy a pack of wet wipes, but now they are all unkempt and tear-stained.

Someone yelled at the innocent policeman standing guard at the entrance of the hospital: "Just now you said you were in the ICU, how could you suddenly die now!! You are lying!!!"

Many more people were crying so hard that they couldn't even cry out.

Ge Qiao was also blocked from the door. He looked up at the icy giant building in front of him. There were rows of neatly lined windows, but it was impossible for him to know which window Kong Qingshan was lying in.

There was another surge at the door, and someone tried to break through the police and rush in.

"Please keep order, this is a hospital, don't make noise!" The police guarding the door dragged her back and shouted angrily.

"Please let me see him..." The girl grabbed the policeman's sleeve, with tears in her eyes, begging in a trembling voice, stomping her feet anxiously.

The policeman frowned, turned his eyes away, and ignored her.

Ge Qiao was standing just outside the group of girls. He saw the situation clearly. He could only stand and look up at the white building, anxious. Don't break the solid human wall of this group of girls.

For a moment, he hoped that someone would come out of the hospital, and he would tell these girls and himself that the Aqing inside was just a stranger named A Mingqing, not your friend, not your idol, you forgot La?His name is Kong Qingshan, not Ah.

In this way, he can call Kong Qingshan now and tell him that today was a false alarm, so come to my house for dinner tonight.

However, the mobile phone is full of news about his death, taking selfies of him with the brightest smile, wave after wave, time after time, smashing and dispersing his vain delusion.

If you count it, he has experienced two partings with Kong Qingshan. Four years ago at the entrance of Wang's Entertainment Company and a month ago at the entrance of the cake shop, they said "goodbye", and then they went in different directions calmly leave.

The same people, the same words.The only difference is that last time at the cake shop, Ge Qiao turned his head back.

He will never admit it, no matter how many years it takes, he will never admit it.At that time, he felt that this was Kong Qingshan's plan, and he was saying goodbye.

Later, it was Zhong Mingcan who took Ge Qiao home.

It's hard to say who this incident had the greater impact on, the two of them were equally out of their minds, but Zhong Mingcan cared about Ge Qiao more than anything else, he forced himself to calm down, forced himself to focus on driving, forced himself not to look at Ge Qiao, staring out the window with his forehead on his back. To hide the appearance of tears.

He took two days off for Ge Qiao and himself.

It was time for Ge Qiao to recover, and time for himself to avoid the bombardment of strange phone calls.

The mobile phone on the table began to vibrate desperately again. Ge Qiao, who was curled up and staring at the blacked-out TV in a daze, suddenly jumped off the sofa in a jerk, quickly turned off the mobile phone, and threw it back on the coffee table with a "bang".

There was a dead silence in the room, and Zhong Mingcan even became cautious about breathing.

"He died just like that..." Ge Qiao said suddenly.

"Ge Qiao, don't..."

Ge Qiao didn't finish listening to Zhong Mingcan's reassurance, and interrupted him: "He never believed in us, save? Who will save? Save what... He was already ready, and he just waved us goodbye. ..." He sneered, "Only you, foolishly thought that you had done a great deed..."

Zhong Mingcan sighed, and grabbed Ge Qiao's limp hand on the sofa, "Perhaps this is the relief for him, he doesn't have to suffer anymore..."

Ge Qiao lowered his head slowly, staring at the warm touch, and murmured some inexplicable words dullly, suddenly as if possessed: ""Grimm's Fairy Tales" ranked first, "SkyLoop" ranked second, Grimm's His debut MV has over 500 million hits, Ah Qing has over [-] million followers on Weibo, and the top five most searched are all related to him..."

Zhong Mingcan dared not speak.

Ge Qiao chuckled: "Liberation... who said, this person has to suffer after he dies..."

Zhong Mingcan put his arm around Ge Qiao's shoulder, patted him on the back lightly, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, he also knew that all comforting words at this moment were pale.

"I want them to shut up," Ge Qiao said softly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "What should I do..." It was so small that it seemed to be telling myself.

Although Zhong Mingcan's voice was still gentle, he suppressed his anger: "Stay with me, don't do anything."

Ge Qiao was slightly taken aback, he froze, raised his arms and hugged Zhong Mingcan back tightly, his tone was flattering: "Don't be angry..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't want to be angry, but he couldn't help it. The fact that he almost fell down the stairs for Chen Lie's fans had already shown Ge Qiao's "sense of responsibility", and now he still wants to block the world's people by himself. He didn't know what the superiority of media people was, and he didn't care whether Kong Qingshan was pushed to the forefront of public opinion. He only thought that Ge Qiao's Virgin Mary disease was terminally ill and there was no cure. Zhong Mingcan got angry in a hurry.

He knew the extraordinary and terrifying backlash in the online world, and he hated watching Ge Qiao stepping on the tightrope to move forward desperately, and if he made a mistake, he would get his head broken and bloody.

"Why do you have to take care of everything?" Zhong Mingcan asked him, "Will the earth stop spinning without you? No. But I can't do without you..." He tightened his arms and didn't care Would it kill Ge Qiaole, and the words he said were like sighs, "I wish you were a fool, who didn't understand anything, didn't know anything, just stay here, and only know how to eat, drink and sleep happily..."

The family living upstairs in this room seemed to have given birth to a skinny child. When playing, the marbles smashed and rattled, and the annoying noise continued continuously.Finally there was another heavy thud, probably from the chair being thrown to the ground.

The presence of those distracting noises is just too strong.

If it was normal, Ge Qiao would just frowned and complained, "I'm so dishonest, this kid is so annoying", but this time, the loud sound instantly stirred up waves in Ge Qiao's heart, and he suddenly said "Wow!" He burst into tears and held it in for too long. From yesterday to now, he was so tired that he couldn't bear it anymore. He cried intermittently, and Zhong Mingcan managed to put all the gibberish he said into a complete sentence. .

"They are so noisy, too noisy, I can't swallow this breath, did Kong Qingshan commit some capital crime, why can't he die in peace, why is he..."

Something is stuck in my heart, and I can't get rid of it or dissolve it. Is it sadness?Is it guilt?Still regret it?But so what, even if he felt that the sky was falling, nothing could be changed.

He couldn't stop crying, as if he was acting like a fool, shameless, mournful, tearful, crying until his face was deformed and his voice was hoarse, no matter how much Ren Zhongcan coaxed him, it was useless.

The popular idol committed suicide and brought an unprecedented carnival to the world.

Regarding the cause of Kong Qingshan's death, it was rumored on the Internet that Kong Qingshan was taken care of by someone before his death, and later the sponsor abandoned him because he was attracted to a newcomer.

Fans realized later that Kong Qingshan suffered from depression a long time ago. He posted many microblogs about depression and donated a lot of money to the Depression Relief Foundation. He also said that he often suffers from insomnia and often feels Tired, but at that time, their love for him was too deep, they only cared about expressing their feelings, and did not think of the possibility that he had depression.

Some people blamed the fans, saying that they would only be an afterthought, and some people posted screenshots of evidence, accusing the fans of being inappropriate——

Kong Qingshan posted the last Weibo on June 22th, which read, "Happy [-]nd birthday. You should be very happy, but why can't you sleep again?"

Soon, fans responded.

"Wake up when you can't sleep!! Happy birthday my husband!!"

"I love you forever! Refill!"

"Ah Qing finally posted on Weibo! Congratulations! I knew I would post on Weibo on my birthday! I've been waiting for it!!"

"I Love You. -From Indonesia!"

"Aqing, Aqing! I heard that you are going to solo, right!! Wow, ah, ah, gentlemen, I am so excited!"

One of them was very eye-catching: "Insomnia? Ah Qing, you seem to have insomnia often recently, do you want to see a doctor?"

The comments were full of criticizing voices. They felt that this person was cursing their idol, calling him sick, looking for a sense of existence, and pretending to care about him, but he was actually a high-level black.

They grouped together angrily and warned:

"You're the only one who needs to see a doctor. Your whole family needs to see a doctor."

"Go away, find a sense of presence and go to other places, don't dirty A Qing's Weibo."

"I need to see a doctor for insomnia? What a joke, I fall asleep every morning at three or four in the morning, am I terminally ill?"

"Wow, I still need to see a doctor, this is too hypocritical..."

"No, it's not my Aqing being hypocritical, it's the landlord who is being hypocritical. My family Aqing is not sick."

And now, this comment that has been ignored for a long time has even been re-topped as the number one hot comment. Fans cried and apologized: "I'm sorry, I blamed you, we should have thought of it earlier..."

I don't know the reason, but later, when the people who eat melons followed the screenshots to find this Weibo comment area and wanted to leave their footprints to check in, the host had already deleted his comment.

This landlord is a lovely girl in real life. In the eyes of outsiders, she is cheerful, lively, confident and generous. No one would have thought that she was also suffering from depression. She took a lot of medicines, and the side effects made her feel so painful that she wanted to die. Of.

The "host girl" actually doesn't like running Weibo, she only has a few fans, and they are all friends in real life, but in the past few days, the number of Weibo fans has suddenly increased to nearly a hundred. She didn't know why, so she went to see it. Only then did I learn of Ah Qing's death.In that instant, her tears flowed out. She was familiar with the feeling of the painful confusion of being alive, the struggle to survive, the feeling that the brain was gradually withdrawn from the rationality before the gas poisoning, and the body was getting heavier and heavier. Incredible.

But she was puzzled, why did these fans come to apologize to her?

The girl from the poster deleted her comment, just wanting to make her ears clean, she posted a new Weibo, the moment it was sent successfully, quit, uninstall——she said: "I don't care, no need to apologize, the person who died is not I."

The marketing account was busy posting obituaries, describing A Qing's experiences before his death in various ways.At the beginning, the comments forwarded a lot of "RIP", and gradually a unique voice appeared, they said, an idol died, all the news is reported today, it's annoying, what's there to RIP ?It's because he doesn't want to live anymore, it's suicide, why do you feel sorry for him?

Some people may have carefully read the content posted by the marketing accounts, and even questioned the logic in it.

"I have a question. Wang's entertainment company. My elder brother fled overseas and my younger brother committed suicide at home. Is it just to compete for the assets of a small company that cannot be smaller? Haven't opened it, didn't even earn back the capital? This is too magical, it feels like there is something else inside..."

What is the inside story?

The dead cannot speak, and the living cannot speak the truth.

For some people, only death can prove the value of his existence.

Maybe it will take a while, but it won't be too long. Those things that have been gathering dust in the corner can finally see the light of day again.

These things, now it seems, are just sporadic sparks.

Some people have seen Ah Qing enter and leave the Lihuang Hotel, so they speculate that Huang Congjiang, the big boss of the Lihuang Hotel, may have been raising Ah Qing since he debuted at the age of 16. Second chance to debut?

Someone asked, do men take care of men?No, it's more like flesh/body/transaction/deal, right?Because it is rape/rape unilaterally, if it can give some benefits, it can only be counted as prostitution/prostitution. In order to escape legal sanctions, this is the simplest and most rude solution.

Gradually, the shroud tulle tailor-made for the nobles standing on the top of the pyramid was slightly shaken.

"How did Huang Congjiang keep so many starlets? They are all so young. I remember that there was a child star named Feng Zhibai, did he commit suicide in the end?"

"It's great to have a lot of money. You can raise whoever you want, but... Feng Zhibai was not yet an adult when he died..."

"Has no one paid attention to Lihuang Hotel? There have been rumors that there are many things in it, and Huang Congjiang is not a clean person. It was revealed a long time ago that there are many leather bag companies in the Huang Group, and they are also involved in pornography/gambling/ Poisonous, but at that time everyone only cared about entertainment news, no one paid attention to this treasured man!"

"Lihuang Hotel? That hotel where the consumption is huge and the parking boy forces you to tip? I won't go, I don't care, I'm not interested..."

"I suggest to investigate this Huang Congjiang, no matter whether it has anything to do with Ah Qing's death, if what you said is true, then this person can be arrested as a criminal..."

Rumors and gossips are disturbing.

Lihuang Hotel, magnificent and unbreakable, has been the industry leader for 20 years.

Anyone who understands understands that there is no need to guess as hard as the group of people in the online world. This place is originally an extrajudicial place built by money and power. Children who enter here cannot come out again.

At two or three o'clock in the night, the world returns to peace, and everything is silent.

On the seventeenth floor, a boy poked his head out of the window, and if he leaned a little further, he could escape.

Someone called his name behind him.The next second, he retracted his head.

The author has something to say: It’s really hard for everyone to insist on seeing this place TAT Thank you everyone! !It’s because I didn’t grasp the fire well, and the first time I wrote a story, it became a long story (it’s still a trilogy, I’m sorry, there are two more in the future, I’m sorry, but if I send 4, I will improve orz), there are indeed many, many shortcomings... Thank you for your likes~

I will continue to do my best!It is my biggest dream to let every character in my works be remembered! !

ps It's not over yet...There are about fifteen chapters~