Can I call the police after being searched by human flesh? [Second person]

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You've been feeling a little lost lately.

Desperate, despondent kind of mourning.

You are a programmer, you have no money, no power, no status, and you are young and have no sense of existence.

By the way, you don't have a girlfriend either - but this seems to be standard for programmers, and you don't really care.

No matter how hard life is, there must be at least some pursuits, right?

So you feel from the bottom of your heart that the greatest pursuit in life is freedom, of course in various senses—whether spiritual or physical.

女朋友？Whatever？

In the first 24 years of your life, you infinitely agreed with the famous saying Gu Cheng said a few years ago, and stuck to it diligently.

So, in a bus packed like canned yellow peaches, you make up your mind to force yourself to smile—well, fuck his grandma’s Party A and Party B, I’m having a great time!

You feel like you're kidding yourself, but whatever.

When you get home, you turn on the computer, and the account of the "Freeman Forum" automatically logs in.You click on the list of new emails in your inbox and open one of them.

"O God, God, begging for human flesh! The target is as follows...Balabala"

That's right, you are quite a famous god on the Internet.

Of course, Hongcheng is what he is now, but you made a mistake.

In fact, the reason is very simple. You were recommended by your friends to join the forum, and you struggled for a long time on the column of interest options.

Then you find that, as a computer-related nerd who is neither Two-dimensional nor sports-loving, you are considered a different kind.

In your subconscious mind, you are both in awe of hackers and extremely resistant to helping people repair computers.

So you semi-voluntarily checked the section called "The Huge Crowd"—and you thought it was probably a dating forum.

Then, your private message mailbox was filled with all kinds of private messages begging for help that night.

People searching the market is like throwing a hydrangea ball to recruit relatives. There have always been more wolves and less meat.

The "big, big god" in the email shouted enthusiastically and cheerfully, and you were instantly dazzled by this inexplicable sense of being valued.

So you spent another whole night arranging all the seventeen letters begging for human flesh in the mailbox in the order they were found.Then deduce clearly from photos, IP, chat methods, and character backgrounds, draw conclusions, and reply one by one.

Finally, you used a door-knocking post to make a brief summary of your rigorous and professional fuzzy reasoning process.

And then...

You are on fire!It has become popular all over the forums, and even on the Internet, ID Amway for you, a super high-level human god, has begun to appear.

Overnight, you find that you have your own post bar, Q group, and various public accounts for fan communication, and someone even volunteered to escort you as a free assistant—of course, you rejected it ugly.

When you are overwhelmed by the daily influx of emails like snowflakes, you finally realize that the premise of "freedom" is first of all to have a degree in everything.

So you cleared your mind, tweeted on the forum, and set a rule since you entered the circle-"The number of begging meat is limited to 3 per day, first come, first served, no waiting for expiration, and the email will be emptied that night, please continue to work hard."