Chapter 68 When Love Turns into Hatred
Ten minutes later, in the alley of the secret route.
"Yo, kid."
Looking at the astonished youth in the corner of the wall, Li Lin smiled and took out his firearm, aiming it at his head.
"You seem to have idolized the wrong person. She's my girlfriend now, it's not your turn to point fingers. Understand?"
'Bang!'
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Li Lin watched the boy stagger and fall to the ground, a bloody mark appearing on his forehead, so scared he wet his pants. He casually took out a rope and tied him to the railing by the wall. Confirming the boy was already scared silly, he then took out his walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button.
"I found an attacker here. This route is also exposed."
"It's the same on our side, all exposed. Not a single route wasn't ambushed."
"Truly remarkable."
Looking at Sora behind him, whose face was becoming increasingly agitated and depressed, Li Lin casually hung up the walkie-talkie, not knowing what to say to this girl who desperately wanted to transition.
It seemed that in the past, Li Lin remembered a very capable person saying such a sentence.
'Admiration is the furthest distance from understanding.'
Probably something like that. The distance between fans and idols is actually often much further than ordinary people; they will infinitely beautify the existence of idols in their minds, and also continuously brainwash themselves, making themselves forget those external factors, like zombies staring at idols to live.
This is the drawback of the propaganda era, and also the advantage of the propaganda era. People can easily use some artificial things to display what was originally covered up, originally should be hidden, originally should not be shown, in a reasonable way. And idols, to some extent, their essence is an artificial god-making movement. They shape themselves into flawless golden bodies for those fans to worship. And propaganda aspects will undoubtedly also lean in this direction.
What they worship is not the idol themselves, but the crafted, almost perfectly invincible posture. They are just ordinary people lacking their own true consciousness, seduced by propaganda, confused by power, troubled by information. Such fans will fanatically support their idols, will crazily refute and belittle others, will shape an almost omnipotent sculpture in their own minds to kneel before. Anyone daring to point this out will suffer their frenzied attacks. Even speaking more seriously, even the idol themselves cannot insult the idol image they worship.
What they kneel before are not those living people, but crafted monsters, Frankenstein monsters assembled from media information. These are the main components of star fans, and also the part that allows star agencies to profit. They are completely linked to faith, but have nothing to do with reality.
And it is precisely this uncontrolled madness that often ultimately brews bitter fruit.
"Should I say you're unexpectedly popular, or that these people have long gone crazy… or perhaps both? I actually think Miss Sora, if you don't plan to continue singing in the future, becoming a cult leader might have great potential. Really didn't expect all seven routes to have people squatting. Did your managers meet privately and exchange information? Truly a group of well-trained fellows."
Tying up a kid holding a camera like a dumpling, Francka clapped her hands, looking at Sora whose face could only be described as gloomy as water , her face also couldn't help showing a slightly pitiful expression. Such a popular idol, forced into this state by these little brats, really miserable enough.
According to various walkie-talkie reports, the figures of these crazed fans appeared on almost all routes, and almost all crazed fans had various strange props. Although those homemade items didn't have much power, they still brought considerable trouble to the Blacksteel International operators. On the seven routes, there were a total of over a dozen crazed fans ambushing Sora's position. If not for confirming these people were fans, the Blacksteel International operators had no doubt these people were here to carry out terrorist attacks.
Even so, there were even some among them who planned to come meet up with these people during the journey.
Although they were certainly detained as soon as they appeared, this madness and pain forced people to face such an abnormally cruel and bizarrely terrifying scene. During the process of stopping their actions, one fan even paid with his life. He purely wanted to retaliate against Sora, so he detonated the bomb tied to his body. Fortunately, the explosion didn't cause Originium contamination, but listening to the description from the walkie-talkie, the girl still couldn't help shivering, subconsciously curling up her body.
And the boy who was originally tied up tightly by Li Lin seemed to realize that the Sora here was the real one, and suddenly began to struggle violently. Like a fish out of water, frantically thrashing, twisting his body, and screaming hoarsely.
"Why get a boyfriend, didn't you say you'd always belong to us fans! Why betray us! I can't accept it!"
"It's just commercial marketing, I'm also just an ordinary girl, I also have the right to pursue my own happiness."
"Liar! Traitor! Hypocrite! I trusted you so much! Supported you so much!"
"…Looks like communication is no longer possible."
Looking at the fan with bloodshot eyes constantly spitting, Sora shook her head somewhat helplessly.
Listening to one bad news after another coming from the walkie-talkie, Sora sat on the cold steps hugging her knees for a long time, then silently stood up and walked over to Li Lin, who was leaning against the wall looking at the sky counting birds. Under his surprised gaze, she reached out and slowly hugged his not-so-sturdy body.
This hug wasn't the kind full of affection. Li Lin wasn't truly completely dull, unable to understand people's emotions. He could fully feel the bewilderment and helplessness contained within Sora's hug. Everything had deviated from its track; things that were expected to have no problems suddenly encountered major problems one after another. Someone even died because of it. This sense of bewilderment made Sora subconsciously seek a warm, dependable object.
"Sorry… even if it's fake… let me rely on you for a bit…"
"…It's fine. This kind of thing isn't your fault."
'Damn it! Liar! Traitor!'
Accompanied by those people's hoarse, tearful snores , Li Lin rubbed Sora's hair, held her slender shoulders in his arms, feeling her body trembling constantly like a frightened small animal, and looked at the grayish-blue sky with some emotion.