7: Chapter 7 was subjected to widespread online abuse.

After ending the stream, Qin Mo added Murong Lanlan on wechat through his private messages, and the two of them briefly decided on a time.

Immediately after, Qin Mo went out and spent a whole ten bucks on three packs of instant noodles plus two sausages. Back at his rental, he treated himself to two fried eggs.

Only then did he fall asleep, feeling satisfied.

Little did he know, his TikTok notifications were currently being bombarded by fans.

...

"@Qin Mo, Dog Streamer, you're famous!"

"Dog Streamer, someone is questioning you!"

"Dog Streamer, someone is exposing you as a fraud!"

"Dog Streamer, someone is bullying your fans!"

"??? Where's Dog Streamer? He didn't really take the money and run, did he?"

...

The next day.

Qin Mo woke up very early in the morning—not because he wanted to, but because... the bed collapsed.

"Damn it, what a piece of junk. I can't stay here for another day!"

Qin Mo felt like a mask of pain was plastered on his face. In his past life, even the worst bed he slept on was a Simmons mattress; he had never slept on such a crappy bed.

He even suspected that if he ever decided to do some 'handiwork,' the bed might snap under the pressure...

After grumbling for a long time, Qin Mo got up, did a quick wash, and prepared to buy a plane ticket to Yanjing.

Just then, his phone rang.

Qin Mo answered it instinctively.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Is this Qin Mo? Oh my god! You finally picked up. Didn't you hear the dozens of calls I made?"

"Murong Lanlan? How did you get my number? And why are you calling me so many times this early in the morning?"

"You'd better go check your TikTok..."

"What's wrong? What happened on TikTok?" Qin Mo was confused.

"Don't ask so much, just go look. I'm hanging up now!"

"Bizarre."

Looking at the disconnected call, Qin Mo muttered to himself and then opened his phone to check.

He was instantly shocked.

"This..."

He saw that his account, which previously had fewer than ten thousand followers, had surged to 300,000. But that wasn't the point.

The point was that 80% of the people were cursing at him on his homepage or in his private messages.

Some of the private messages were also @ mentions.

Ignoring the haters, Qin Mo followed the @ mentions to a video homepage belonging to a major influencer with nearly five million followers.

He clicked on the first video. In it, a young man wearing suspenders with his hair parted down the middle was making snide remarks.

"Streamers these days are so arrogant! They actually dare to read faces during a live stream? As a professional Fraud-buster, I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of thing..."

Qin Mo frowned throughout the video. It was clearly about him. He didn't remember offending this person; why was he being slandered for no reason?

"Jun Jun is right! All these scammers should be shot!"

"That can't be right. Qin Mo sent a heinous professor to prison by reading his face during a stream. Are you saying he doesn't have real skills?"

"Don't be stupid, bro. Who has that kind of ability? I bet Uncle Hat was already investigating that professor, and the Streamer just got lucky."

"Are you kidding? I saw it with my own eyes."

"Bro, it's the 21st century. Still superstitious? Ever heard of science?"

"Exactly. It's the 21st century; who still believes in fortune-telling and face reading? I'd bet he's another scammer just out for money."

"You're right. Yesterday, that Dog Streamer just scammed a bunch of gifts and ran. No one can contact him now."

"Right, right. Definitely a scammer, otherwise he would've come out to clarify things."

"I still don't believe Brother Mo is a scammer."

...

Although many fans in the comments were defending Qin Mo, it was a drop in the bucket compared to a major influencer with five million followers.

Qin Mo fell into thought. As a small Streamer, he wouldn't be clout-chasing—after all, he didn't have much traffic himself. So, he must have offended someone.

Was it Prof. Liu Hua's doing? Impossible! He was already behind bars. Following the logic of 'when a wall is about to fall, everyone gives it a push,' no one would go to such lengths for him.

Then who could it be?

Qin Mo's brow was tightly furrowed; he couldn't figure it out even after a long time.

Subsequently, Qin Mo ignored it and instead posted a clarification video.

"Hello, netizens. I am the 'scammer Streamer' you're talking about. I know some are willing to believe me and others aren't, and that has nothing to do with me. Tonight, I'll be streaming from Yanjing to solve problems for my fans. If you think I'm a fraud, feel free to come and hammer me!"

Once this video was posted, it immediately drew widespread attention, and Qin Mo's comment section was instantly overrun.

"What an arrogant scammer!"

"You damn scammer! Give me back the money I spent on gifts. I actually thought you solved the case, but it turns out Uncle Hat already had clues and was ready to make an arrest. You just got lucky!"

"What are the netizens doing? Do you not have mouths or keyboards?"

"Damn scammer, is anyone going to give him a reality check offline?"

"I'm in! Me too!"

"Everyone, be rational. Brother Mo really isn't a scammer. He has real skills. Sending a professor who had been on the run for years to prison is the best proof!"

"These netizens are truly brainless. Everything has been analyzed so clearly, yet you're still defending him? Is he your father?"

"When God was sprinkling wisdom over the world, were you the only one holding an umbrella? Or did your mom not eat enough walnuts when she was pregnant with you? Can't you see the Streamer is being maliciously slandered?"

...

The comment section was filled with curses, but Qin Mo didn't care. After all, if a dog bites you, you can't bite it back, right?

"Qin Mo, what's going on? Why are you being cyberbullied for no reason?"

At this moment, Murong Lanlan sent a message, asking in confusion.

"I don't know! I'm wondering that myself."

Speaking of this, Qin Mo got annoyed. He had just stayed home for a night doing nothing, and when he woke up, the whole internet was cursing him.

It truly was a case of 'sitting at home while trouble falls from the sky'...

Murong Lanlan thought for a moment and said.

"Don't worry, the internet has a short memory. I'll find a way to lower the heat on you, and it'll blow over eventually."

She had believed in Qin Mo from the start. After seeing those inconceivable events with her own eyes, they could no longer be explained by science—after all, the end of science is metaphysics.

Qin Mo gave a cold laugh.

"It's fine, you don't need to worry about it. I can handle it myself. This time, let's see whose face gets slapped swollen!"

He knew Murong Lanlan surely had a way to help him, but how could someone else's intervention be as satisfying as slapping them back one by one himself?

Afterward, they ended their contact. Qin Mo rode a Shared Bike he scanned on the side of the road toward the airport.