A few actions put him on the pillar of shame.

He felt very wronged and a little autistic for a while. He thought that he had done something wrong to be so insulted by everyone.

So he began to reflect, began to make corrections, and began to carefully read the posts that criticized him, hoping that he could do better.

Then by chance, he saw another post.

...the same abuse.

However, the targets of people's abuse changed. Some were Su Shi, some were Yu Ruohe, some were Xiao Xiao, and some were Qin Ze. He even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yue Yue among them.

They can always catch the "sinister nature of human nature" from all angles, and then make wild speculations and abuse others with the greatest malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will curse because these people are not the "perfect" saints in their hearts.

.

So Mo Yan gradually understood.

It's not that he did anything wrong, it's just that these people like to curse.

They unilaterally give certain people the responsibility of "perfection" and then supervise them as supervisors. In this way, as "judges" they will never need to be criticized.

——As actors who accuse others, the more they accuse others, the more glorious they will appear.

Mo Yan followed the man and walked into this snow-white building.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant. This smell was very familiar to him. He often smelled this smell in that white sand paradise.

He looked up.

In the ward and in the corridor, faint sounds of crying could be heard, and people wearing hospital gowns were walking like zombies, surrounded by their weeping relatives and friends.

The entire snow-white building seemed to be trapped in a sad mood.

"Mo Yan, your brother is in good condition." The man next to him said: "His mental state is quite normal. After being admitted to the hospital, he is in good condition. He just has thoughts of giving up on himself from time to time. You don't need to come and see him so often."

"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan passed by the patient who was lying on the bench covering his face and crying bitterly: "Besides, my brother has gone to the seventh world. If I don't come back, no one will care about my brother."

"Nothing to do? I remember that you formed a team with the number one player in the Sixth World, right? They all said that you gained his trust. I guess many organizations will contact you?" The man touched his bearded chin:

"Why don't you seize the opportunity, talk to the number one player, and ask him to take you with him in the seventh world? I don't think your brother Mo Wen has formed a team with someone? What about you? Why don't you try for it?"

"My younger brother can team up with them because of his powerful skills. As for me, there is no need to join them." Mo Yan said: "I turned off private messages and did not add my brother as a friend. I don't want to involve my brother."

"Are you trying to take the initiative to contact me?" The man smiled.

"I'm not strong enough, so there's no need to drag brother down."

"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, did you read what those people on the forum said?"

Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.

The pale light of the hospital passed across his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly quiet.

"A dog will bark harder at people who are afraid of it than at people who are yelling at it. If you want to run away, it will be even more arrogant and eager to chase after you. It is happy to appreciate your behavior.

They looked like they were running away in a hurry." The man said: "...This is a dog, but in a sense, animals and humans have something in common - you don't have to treat those guys as humans. The more you run away and the more silent you are, the worse they become.

It's so arrogant, the more you scream, the happier you are."

Mo Yan looked at him with very calm eyes.

"What about eldest brother?" he said.

"That depends on how you see him." The man said: "Whether you see him as your close big brother, or as the number one player who is out of reach. As a superior person who gives you hope, or... as someone who drags you into the world together.

People who are in the quagmire of public opinion?”

"Big brother is big brother." Mo Yan said.

The man laughed inexplicably.

"In a sense, your eldest brother did nothing wrong." He said: "His method of dealing with these voices is very effective. Don't you think that the guys on the forum are just a bunch of clowns talking to themselves?

?”

Mo Yan listened and thought.

"...But those guys were clearly dancing happily."
Chapter completed!