Chapter 3 — The Truth Will Always Be Proven One Day

That night, the neighborhood around my house did not have a moment of quiet. Someone stood far away playing funeral music with a high-powered speaker. Someone used a projector to project bloody, gruesome images onto my window to threaten me. Someone else was flying a drone and throwing stinky garbage bags onto the balcony. My mother sat motionless on the living room sofa, her hands clasped together, unable to utter a word for a long time. My father closed all the curtains and asked in a low voice:

"Noc Nac, are you really sure you can clarify everything before the arbitration panel tomorrow?"

"Absolute."

I conveniently threw the phone on the coffee table. The screen kept showing a series of cursing messages to the point that I couldn't bear to look at them. 【You source code thief, I hope you get hit by a car when you go out!】 【Your uncle is about to go to jail, the next person to be executed is you!】 【If To Dao's wrist leaves any sequelae, your whole family must pay for it!】 My father looked at those words, his eyes red.

"I will immediately contact the best lawyer team in the country."

I shook my head. My mother was so impatient that she burst into tears.

"The fire has burned to the feet!"

"My son just texted, saying he was banned from leaving the country."

"Even the gate of my father's company was surrounded by protesters."

"And Manager Vuong of the software outsourcing department just posted a very long article online. He said I don't understand language logic at all, and it's absolutely impossible to write a level algorithm like 'Spirit Language'."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Wang Cuong?"

I opened the hot news board. Sure enough, Vuong Cuong, head of the software outsourcing department, just posted a long, "heartbreaking" article. As To Dao's direct superior, at this important moment I am forced to stand up and say a fair word. Although Director Le Nac holds a very high position, her software logic capabilities have always been quite weak, especially in the field of language model architecture. If she really is the sole author of the "Spirit of Language" algorithm, then I am truly amazed and have a hard time explaining it. Throughout the entire article, he never directly accused me of stealing. But he took advantage of his position as the person in charge of the software department to continuously plant the thought in the public's mind: I am not capable of creating "Spirit of Language". Because the "Spirit of God" project has not yet been declassified, he has absolutely no access to the core data. It was because he knew nothing that he calmly followed the wave of leading public opinion. The comments section below has long since exploded. 【Even the head of the software department and the company stood up and told the truth. Is this still not enough evidence?】 【Just how big is the power behind the Le Nac family? Even their leaders only dare to hint in such a hint.】 【To Dao is so pitiful. Being robbed of the opportunity to change his life, he ended up having to cut his wrists to prove his innocence.】 The whole living room was filled with suffocating silence. Besides the soft hum of the drones still circling outside the window, there were no other sounds. The next morning, outside the Science and Technology Arbitration Court, security forces were heavily deployed. Live television vehicles of press agencies lined the entire street, so crowded that there was almost no space left. When To Dao appeared in a wheelchair, both The scene immediately exploded in resounding cheers and cheers. Her mother pushed the car behind her, while in her arms she still held the blood-stained hard drive tightly like a treasure. The reporters immediately rushed over.

"To Dao, your health is still very weak. Do you still decide to go to court today?"

To Dao's eye sockets were red. She coughed softly twice, her voice weak and pitiful.

"Even if I can't stand it, I have to come."

"I'm afraid that if I don't stand in the public light today, the truth will forever be buried in the darkness by money and power."

Immediately someone put the microphone close to her mouth.

"Is there anything else you want to say to Le Nac before the arbitration begins?"

To Dao turned his head. Right at the moment her eyes met me as I stepped out of the car.

"Nac Nac..."

"If you still remember a little of our friendship, remember the afternoons we spent eating and chatting together in the cafeteria over the past few years..."

"...then tell everyone the truth."

"I don't hate you for taking away my heart."

"I just hope you can return to being someone who still knows when to stop."

I strode in front of her wheelchair, looking down coldly from above.

"Renting this wheelchair must cost a lot of money, right?"

"The cut on the wrist was only about three millimeters deep, not even the veins were reached."

"Your acting... is truly realistic."

To Dao's face immediately stiffened. Her mother screamed and rushed straight towards me.

"You devil!"

"Are you crazy?"

"My daughter has become like this, yet you still callously rub salt in her wounds!"

I leaned forward to avoid her greasy hand. Without turning back, I walked straight into the court gate. Behind her, To Dao suddenly went crazy, screaming mournfully.

"Do you think I only have that bloody hard drive in my hand?"

My steps stopped. To Dao struggled to hold up a sealed bag of documents.

"Here are the final internal performance test results before I file for a patent!"

"Logical self-consistency reaches 99.9%!"

"Semantic analysis ability ranks number one in the entire corporation!"

"The bottom-level architecture does not have any errors!"

"And you..."

"Even the basic source code compilation test for new employees has never passed!"

"In front of everyone..."

"Do you still dare to pat your chest and say that you have never stolen my core program?"

In the blink of an eye, countless lenses simultaneously pointed at my back. I slowly turned around. Calmly face the dazzling flash lights. To Dao gritted her teeth until her jaw bulged.

"So do you dare to open the entire system log of the corporation's server in front of millions of viewers..."

"...compare line by line or not?"

The corners of my lips curled slightly. In the past three days, that was the first cold smile that appeared on my face.

"Of course."

"I'm looking forward to it more than anyone."