I, Godzilla, the villain of Ultraman world

Looking at the huge world transformed by Noah in front of him, the Dark Emperor's face sank. He naturally knew what Noah was doing.

Once successful, Yang Xiaoye will transcend eternity and be invincible in the world!

He absolutely can't let this happen!

The Dark Emperor raised the knife in his hand and slashed down at the world in front of him.

In an instant, the sword light bloomed, covering millions of light years, and it was extremely terrifying.

Cut it down with one knife.

Endless sword light bombarded Noah's world.

It can be seen that the surface of Noah's world squirms, absorbing all the infinite sword light, as if it has been swallowed.

Other than that, nothing happened in Noah's world!

The Dark Emperor tried his best with his sword, but he couldn't break the world of Noah!

It can't even do damage.

How evil!

The Dark Emperor's face darkened.

"Since we can't destroy it, then invade slowly!"

As soon as his thoughts changed, the Dark Emperor thought of a way.

He released endless dark power, covering Noah's world, directly wrapping the entire Noah's world.

Then, his dark power invaded little by little.

In this way, although the Dark Emperor cannot break the Noah Universe, his power can affect the Noah Universe.

His dark power will erase all Ultraman's life marks and kill Yang Xiaoye in the Noah universe!

…

When Yang Xiaoye woke up, he found himself lying on an office chair.

From the window next to it, dazzling sunlight shines through the glass and onto Yang Xiaoye's face.

Yang Xiaoye squinted his eyes, raised his hands to block the sun, sat up, and felt his head was a little dizzy, and there was also some pain like cracking.

He saw a lot of empty wine bottles on the desk in front of him. Couldn't they all be drunk by himself?

Da da da…

At this moment, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from far and near.

Creak.

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded.

Yang Xiaoye looked over subconsciously and saw a woman wearing a white tight shirt, a black skirt, and black high heels standing at the door.

Those long legs are particularly eye-catching.

So long!

"Kurokawa!"

"Big Legs" made an angry voice.

Only then did Yang Xiaoye raise his gaze...Tsk tsk...

Finally, his eyes fell on the face of "long legs".

She has exquisite facial features, long black hair tied into a ponytail, and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She exudes the charm of a mature woman from the inside out.

On point!

The long-legged man walked over angrily, glanced at the wine bottles on the table, and was so angry that he stretched out his hand and pinched Yang Xiaoye's ear.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts. If you have something to say, why do you do it?!"

"Kurokawa!" Dalongshan gritted his teeth, "I've told you several times to drink less and drink less. Why don't you listen? Come on! There are important things to do today. You are drunk. How can you do things?

?”

Kurokawa?

Is this my name in this world?

Yang Xiaoye's heart moved, and she said to the long leg: "I know I was wrong, please let go first."

"Hmph! Don't let go!" Dalongshan snorted coldly, obviously very angry.

"It's not loose, is it? Then don't blame me." Yang Xiaoye stretched out his magic claw and grabbed it.

Well, this feels comfortable!

"Ah!" The long-legged cat was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He quickly backed away, covering his butt, blushing and glaring at Yang Xiaoye.

"You! You! You..."

Dalongshan stared, stammered, and didn't know what to say.

"What am I? Who told you not to let go? You pull my ears, and I touch you. This is called reciprocity, and neither of us suffers." Yang Xiaoye said with a smile: "If you think it's not worthwhile, you can also touch my butt.

, you can touch it for as long as you want."

"You, you, you old gangster!!" Dalongshan gritted his teeth. If looks could kill, Yang Xiaoye would have died hundreds of times.

"You just now know that I am an old gangster?" Yang Xiaoye laughed, then glanced around and saw the words "Guiyun Publishing House" on the wall.

It seems that he is the president of this publishing house.

"You, you weren't like this before, why, how..." Dalongshan's eyes were red, and tears were about to fall.

"I just came here, and I don't know what I was like before." Yang Xiaoye complained in his heart, and then said to the long legs: "Oh, who of us is following the other? If you touch it, you won't lose a piece of flesh.

,Actually, to be honest, I have liked you for a long time."

"Shameless!" Brother always scorned.

Dalongshan's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "But, but, I am your sister!"

"???"

Yang Xiaoye was stunned.

What the hell is going on?

Yang Xiaoye asked cautiously: "Dear you?"

"Otherwise?" Dalongshan said with eyes wide open, "You actually have such thoughts about your sister, you, you are so disgusting!"

I didn’t know you were my biological sister either!!!

Yang Xiaoye wanted to cry but had no tears.

Later, Yang Xiaoye shamelessly used his sharp tongue to finally coax the long legs to heal.

At the same time, Yang Xiaoye learned through indirections that the long-legged man's name was Ziyuan, and his name in this world was Kurokawa.

Both of their parents died early, leaving only myself and my sister to depend on each other.

Later, when I was in college, I wrote a suspense novel, which won many awards and received many bonuses, so I opened this publishing house to publish my own novels.

However, the novels I wrote later received mediocre response from the market. Gradually, I lost my reputation. The publishing house I opened also declined and was about to close down at any time.

Just yesterday, an old lady died on Narcissus Street. It was said that the death was very strange, so Ziyuan asked herself to pretend to be a policeman and go there to understand the situation and maybe get inspiration for the novel.

"Kurokawa, what's wrong with you? Why do you always ask me weird questions?" Ziyuan was not stupid either. Yang Xiaoye asked some "common sense" questions, which aroused her suspicion.

"I drank too much, and I'm a bit fragmented." Yang Xiaoye rubbed his head deliberately, "Okay, I'll go to the deceased's family first to understand the situation."

"Okay, be smart and don't get exposed." Ziyuan warned.

"Don't worry." Yang Xiaoye smiled and then left.

"Why is this guy so weird today..." Ziyuan murmured.

…

Yang Xiaoye didn't know where Narcissus Street was.

But he knows how to ask people.

Under the guidance of kind-hearted passers-by, Yang Xiaoye arrived at Narcissus Street ten minutes later.

By asking passers-by, Yang Xiaoye learned that the deceased old lady lived at No. 150.

At this time, No. 150 Narcissus Street.

A young male policeman rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged man came out of the house.

"Who is it?" the middle-aged man asked in a loud voice.

"Hello, I'm a policeman. I'm here to find out about your mother." The male policeman showed his ID to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at it and saw that on the document, the male policeman's name was...

Hayata! She felt very wronged.

I can't bear to hit naughty students, so why would I hit an old man?

What an abominable headline!

She clicked in angrily and saw that the author of the video was talking nonsense.

He hit the old man himself, so the old man hit himself?

What is this?

She felt very wronged.

He is obviously the victim.

How did you become a perpetrator?

Then the comments below made her even more devastated.

"This woman looks pretty, but why is she so cruel? She can even kill an old man, she is so cruel!"

"For such a cruel-hearted woman, I wish her a prosperous business!"

"I know her, she seems to be a teacher."

"Which teacher? I have read countless films, but I have never seen her."

"lsp, what are you thinking? I'm talking about a serious teacher!"

"She seems to be a teacher from Kobe Sixth Elementary School, her name... seems to be Yingchu."

"Yes, her name is Ying Chu. She is our teacher and teaches us Mandarin. She is usually a very gentle person. I didn't expect her to be so vicious in private!"

"This is Yingchu's call. The blasting team is ready to dispatch!"

"No. 6 Taiyuan Street, don't ask where this is, you'll know once you go there."

"..."

Looking at tens of thousands of malicious comments, Ying Chu collapsed.

She spoke on her own account, claiming that she was innocent, and recounted the facts of what happened last night.

But everyone didn't believe it and thought she was quibbling.

A large number of netizens even sent her private messages and insulted her in various ways.

At first, she responded patiently and explained patiently, wanting to prove her innocence.

But no one listened at all.

They just focus on typing on the keyboard.

They seemed to be standing at the highest point of morality.

They don't care whether what they see is true or false, they just want to type on the keyboard.

Claiming to be a messenger of justice, it seems like you are doing just things, but in fact you are just typing on the keyboard irrationally and spewing feces!

Even if things turn around in the end, they will only sigh and apologize?

Impossible!

They won't admit they were wrong.

They will change their goals and continue to act as ridiculous messengers of justice, spreading their dirty and foul-smelling remarks.

This is the network.

An all-encompassing network that lets you know everything about the world without leaving home.

It is also a pool of muddy water.

The water is full of maggots.

Once entangled by these maggots, even if you don't die, you will still have to shed your skin.

Even if you die, no one will say sorry to you.

Even after a few days, they will forget who you are and the harm they have done to you.

At this moment, Yingchu was being hurt by these maggots.

Looking at the densely packed stinky private messages, she suddenly felt disappointed.

Disappointed with this world.

Why do I have to suffer such treatment despite doing nothing?

Why?

As she looked through the private messages, her heart slowly became silent.

She suddenly felt so tired from living.

Really tired.

It's better to just die.

die?

She suddenly realized that maybe death was a good choice.

But she couldn't bear it.

When she was beaten yesterday, she thought about dying, but she didn't dare.

The world is still very beautiful, and she wants to see more of it.

But now, she suddenly felt that this world might not be so beautiful.

So why are you still alive?

Moreover, her cell phone kept ringing with incoming calls. She answered a few at first, but without exception, they all came to insult her.

She didn't explain and hung up the phone directly.

She knew it was useless to explain herself.

Because those people don't need the truth, they just want to type on the keyboard, they just want to scold you from the highest moral point, and appear to be messengers of justice.

In fact, they are maggots.

Poor maggot!

Lowly maggot!

I can't see the sun, so I can only hide in a dark and humid corner of the Internet, curse people secretly, and show a satisfied smile from time to time.

Yes.

They only enjoy the pleasure of trolling.

As for the truth?

They don't care at all.

They don't care whether you live or die.

Not only the phone calls, but also the text messages were bombarded. Thousands of text messages poured in in an instant, overwhelming her mobile phone.

Frustrated, she turned off her phone.

She took out her notebook and drew lines to calm her mood, but she couldn't.

I can't calm down at all.

There was anger in her heart.

Because she knows that these messengers of justice who are criticizing her are quite pitiful. They have no brains and only know how to follow other people's opinions and have no ability to think independently, so she does not blame them.

Just blame the person who posted the video.

So she wanted to know who sent the video!

So she carefully browsed the accounts that posted the videos and checked the comments, and she locked eight people.

These eight people were the eight people present in the carriage that day.

They were also the eight people who caused harm to her.

One of them is the person who posted the video.

This man deserves to die!

The other seven deserved death too!

All deserve to die!

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!!!!!!

An angry Yingchu, with red eyes, wrote the names of the eight people in the notebook and drew a cross on the page.

This cross seems to have pronounced their death.

Then, at night, she jumped off the building.

committed suicide.

Because of cyber violence.

The incident was also posted online the next day.

Many people ridiculed and said that it would be good to die.

Then, in less than a day, the intensity of this matter visibly dropped.

By the next day, there was no discussion at all.

It was as if Ying Chu had never appeared in this world.

…

"Alas, this Yingchu is also a poor person."

Yang Xiaoye sighed.

The above is the plot he came up with through analysis.

He felt that they should be inseparable.

This internet violence is really harmful!

He still remembered that when he was on earth before he traveled across time, a video appeared on the Internet. In the video, a woman beat a child. This video was cut off from beginning to end and was not complete at all. But the messenger of justice on the Internet directly

Picked up the keyboard and started punching the woman.

In the end, the woman couldn't bear the online violence and committed suicide.

And afterwards, the reverse video came.

When the woman was swimming, the child deliberately used his hands to harass the woman, so the woman got angry and beat the child.

Is the woman wrong?

She's not wrong.

So her death was innocent.

But are the Messengers of Justice innocent?

They are not innocent.

They are all murderers!

And they didn’t just kill one person!

In the past, people killed with swords and blood.

To kill people nowadays, a keyboard is enough.

And you don’t have to be responsible after killing someone.

Is this a step back in time?

Or is it the sadness of the times?

Or are most netizens brainless?

Yang Xiaoye thinks it is all three.

At this moment, a cold breath came.

Yang Xiaoye looked up.

I saw Ying Chu standing not far away, wearing a red dress, blood-stained hair, and pale skin, staring straight at Yang Xiaoye.

Yang Xiaoye said: "After killing those eight people, we can stop, okay?"