Chapter 5 — A Complete Human Life

11. Thanks to my good physical strength, I only woke up after being in a coma for half a day. As soon as I woke up, the first thing I thought about was leaving the hospital — I hated the smell of disinfectant here. But Phuong Tinh refused, forcing me to rest for a few more days. He said "for my own good", afraid that staying up late playing games would affect my wound, and then blatantly confiscated my phone. "No! I'm fine, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore!" I waited patiently for a few more days, and finally asked the doctor to examine my whole body. The results showed that apart from the wound penetrating the left shoulder that needed rest, the rest were fine. So, I firmly asked to be discharged from the hospital. That day happened to be the third day I was criticized by social networks, and the weather was beautiful and sunny. Right in the hospital lobby, I received a package. Open it - inside is a dead rat with its stomach disemboweled, covered in blood. Also included is a black and white photo, edited to look like my photo. On my face, I drew a diagonal red X, surrounded by the word "Death" in red paint. Right after that, out of nowhere, a loud shout rang out. "Quickly look! It's the nanny holding the knife and killing people!" The main door of the hospital was immediately stormed by the crowd of people waiting outside. “Trash!” “Animals!” "Killer!" They poured out all the most poisonous words on my head. The reporters were like wolves smelling blood, jostling to the front, the microphone almost close to my face. “Tran Nhien, why did you hold a knife to stab someone?” “Tran Nhien, do you regret it?” I was stunned. “Why regret?” “You bastard!” A rotten egg flew towards me. Because my shoulder wound was still bandaged, I didn't have time to avoid it and was hit directly on my forehead. The sticky, fishy liquid flowed down his face, eggshells stuck to his hair, it was extremely difficult. The flash flashed wildly, and the reporter quickly took the picture. In the following days, no matter where I went, people followed me, secretly took pictures and posted them online. 【12:30, the nanny appeared in building Phuong Tinh advised me to limit going out for a while. 12. 【7:30, the nanny left cafe Before I lost consciousness, I heard an excited voice: "What an idiot, these 'netizens' are so useful! There's no need for us to personally monitor them, just look at the updates to know this woman's location, reducing the risk of being exposed." His accomplices replied: "But if they knew the truth, I'm afraid they would hate you to the bone." The other person sneered: "Brainless people only know how to bark, so what about hatred?" In the darkness, the undercover police were already waiting in ambush, silently signaling, confirming the car carrying me, and immediately following. That's right — it was all part of my plan. When the video defaming me appeared, my superiors smelled something unusual. Through investigation, it was discovered that there was a foreign force behind the manipulation. And the hired soldier I killed that day was the younger brother of their leader. To take revenge, they used the easiest way: cut and paste videos, post them online, and lead public opinion to hate me. Relying on netizens, they extracted personal information and prepared to take action. The government intentionally did not block the news immediately, but used me as bait, wanting to catch it in one net. As the leader of special task force A, disguise is a skill I am proficient in - if I want, I can transform into a completely different person. How can I be followed by civilians? Keeping cover for so long, the main purpose is to make the enemy relax his guard and put himself in a trap. But we were careless at one point... The black bag was pulled out, and in front of my eyes were a group of ordinary people, cheering with excitement. “Great, finally caught it!” “Gotta teach him a lesson!” “You living scum, why aren't you dead yet?!” In the deserted factory, at this time more than a dozen people gathered pointing fingers and cursing, all holding up their phones to livestream. They were excited and screamed cruel words. If it weren't for the men in black to stop them, I'm afraid they would have rushed in and tore me to pieces. In the hidden earpiece, a teammate's voice rang out: "What's going on?" I said softly, trying to control my voice: "Don't move, there are hostages." At that moment, a strange laugh echoed. A man wearing a clown mask stepped out of the shadows, his voice squeaking: “Welcome to Crime Trial!” 13. With the clown's elegant bow, an iron cage fell from the sky, completely covering the group of people who were shouting excitedly. They were all dumbfounded: "Ah! What's wrong? Why lock us up? Shouldn't we lock up the nanny?" "Damn it! Let us out quickly!" The resounding questioning sound made the clown even more delighted. He clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Now, the trial begins!" He pressed the control button in his hand. Behind him immediately appeared a large projection screen, a dark livestream room, showing more than ten thousand people watching online. The comments were overwhelming: 【This trial livestream is the best!】 【Watching the wicked get retribution is amazing!】 【Trial! Judgment!】 【Let that arrogant woman die!】 【So jealous, people in city X can watch it live. But why lock them all up?】 Next, the screen played a video — which was a real scene on a yacht offshore. In it, I saved a human ship, then killed the foreign bodyguard. The people in the iron cage opened their eyes in horror, and the comments were full of question marks. 【Huh???】 【No, this nanny is... a good person?】 Right after that, my profile was shown. I am not a "bad student, spoiled person, or social scum" like the rumors say. On the contrary, from a young age he studied well and had outstanding physical ability. At the age of 17, he entered military school as valedictorian, then was selected to join an elite special combat unit. Although the next few decades are unclear, that is enough to prove what kind of person I am. After watching, both the comments and the people in the cage were completely devastated: 【What the hell…】 【So who should be judged now?】 “You bastard, you must die!” “Lock us up for what?!” “I have to call the police!” The clown shrugged, a sinister smile appearing behind his mask. "We are the Crime Trial livestream room. The most important thing is to judge, ha ha ha!" "Aren't you guys also here to judge her? So... today, just judge her as much as you like!" He brought the microphone to the mouth of a man standing outside the same cage, the camera also panned closely. “What crime do you think this woman committed?” The man flipped the microphone and cursed: "Go away!" The clown picked up the microphone again, tilted his head and smiled: "Oh? Not good, huh? So what should we do if the puppy is not good?" No one pays words, he didn't care. Immediately pulled out a gun and shot it straight into the man's arm. “Aaaaaaa!” Blood spurted out, he held his bloody arm and retreated deeper into the crowd. Everyone fell silent in fear, and comments exploded: 【Isn't that right?? That's... a real gun???】 【Oh my god, where can you get a real gun in this country!】 【This clown is crazy! Report to the police quickly!】 No one paid attention to the running text, all eyes focused on the gun in the clown's hand. He calmly asked again: "So, who can tell me what mistake this woman committed?" No one was willing to speak up. “Oh, your mouth is still stiff.” He didn't say any more and immediately pulled the trigger. “Dang! Bang! Bang!” Three shots in a row, three different people were hit, screams of agony ripped through the space. Some people couldn't stand the bloody scene and screamed loudly. "I said! I said!" When the gun barrel was close to another man, he finally couldn't hold back and cried out in panic. "Oh? I know that. Tell me, what crime did this woman commit?" The man trembled: "She... she... is a fraud. She faked her identity. She is not a gangster, not a nanny, but a special forces soldier... so she is a liar. Don't... don't kill me..." Just open your mouth, the following words can be said even if they go against your conscience. He was so scared that tears and snot streamed down his face. The clown nodded: "Well, this point of view is quite interesting. I am satisfied." Then he turned the gun on a girl. “… I… she… she used a knife to hurt someone else…” She hesitated for half a day, but finally uttered a few words. “Well, it's normal, but it's acceptable.” The girl breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to look straight at me. Once two people testified, the following people immediately followed. It's like lying as a group to survive will alleviate some of the guilt. Comments abound: 【You guys lie with your eyes open, don't you feel ashamed? If it were me, I would definitely never speak ill of Ms. Tran Nhien!】 【The person above said it was easy, try putting yourself in that situation, maybe you would say more evil to save your life!】 Most of the cage said defamatory words about me. There was only one guy, determined not to open his mouth. The clown fired a bullet into his stomach. A painful cry rang out, then he collapsed, silent and motionless.