The viral post was uploaded by a brand-new account with no real-name verification, simply titled "Rodent Lover". There was no fluff—only a massive, high-impact red headline:
[In-Depth Analysis: Revealing the Mental Massacre Behind the So-called "Bio-wave Audio"]
The core of the post consisted of three professional comparative charts accompanied by explanations as cold and precise as an autopsy report:
Figure 1 (Baseline): Normal brainwaves of a dog being comforted by its mother.
"The waves are smooth and rhythmic, representing Alpha waves (8-13Hz) of deep relaxation and security. In this frequency, the canine nervous system is in its healthiest state of self-healing."
Figure 2 (Lolo's Audio): Spectral analysis of the commercial audio.
"Precision analysis reveals an embedded ultra-high frequency ultrasound above 45,000 Hz. This is a blind spot for human ears but a sensory hell for pets. When pitch-shifted down, it reveals no melody—it is the sound of thousands of rodents emitting soul-piercing, desperate screams before death. For a pet, this is equivalent to a 24-hour non-stop loop of a horrific massacre."
Figure 3 (Stress Comparison): Real-time brainwaves of a Husky hearing the audio.
"These represent extreme terror, terminal anxiety, and a PTSD outburst. The abnormal Theta waves (3-8Hz) and Gamma waves (above 30Hz) create a chaotic pulse. At that moment, the animal's brain is on the brink of total collapse."
The poster ended with three lines of bold, blood-red text:
"The so-called 'Training Miracle' is, in essence, a 'Mental Castration' of the limbic system."
"The creator uses death signals to forcibly sever cognitive nerves, driving pets into a state of 'learned helplessness'."
"The 'obedience' you see is not the result of education; it is the unconscious ash of a soul crushed by fear."
The post never mentioned "Lolo" by name, but every word pointed directly at her.
Immediately, Lolo's fans swarmed the comments, calling "Rodent Lover" a liar and a smear campaign sent by rivals. Mrs. Zhu even mobilized her company's PR team alongside Lolo's private handlers, struggling to hold up the crumbling tower of their reputation.
They had no idea that once the livestream began, words would become useless—and laughable.
In the face of the hate, "Rodent Lover" made a move no fan expected:
[Evidence archived. @NationalAcousticMonitoringCenter @NationalInstituteofMetrology: Please check the attachments for physical samples of "disabling ultra-high frequency noise".]
At that moment, the screen for Room A flickered to life:
[Fate Exchange: Cruelty Actor Livestream]
[Fate Exchange · Qinghong]
[Subject File: Lolo (Real Name: Zhu Yuluo)]
[Sins: Slaughter of the Innocent, Torturing Living Beings, Profaning Life, Mass Mental Mutilation]
[Judgment: Deprivation of Human Rights. Transmitted to —— Villa Basement]
In the Divine Realm, sitting upon the high throne, the Goddess spoke to the Nightmare Beast, who was already paws-out and ready: "Nightmare Beast, project the dream into reality."
The screen for Room A continued:
[Serial: A-0002]
[Original Race: Human]
[Current Race: Rodent (Experimental)]
[Current Form: Original Subject F0407]
[Remaining Lifespan: -6 Days]
Then, the lines that were now etched into the world's memory appeared, word for word, without omission:
[What you have given, you shall personally endure]
[What you have ignored, shall repeat upon you]
[The pain you deemed trivial —— shall become your entire world]
Inside a square, transparent enclosure sat a snowy white mouse—a common, unremarkable lab animal. "It" was sleeping peacefully. There was no countdown, for the condemned was already in place.
"Execution authorized."
As Qinghong's voice echoed through the livestream from the Blue Phoenix space, the screen split in two, like a shroud being pulled back across time and space.
The left screen remained dark for now. On the right, the "White Mouse" suddenly snapped its eyes open. Its round, black eyes were filled with absolute human terror.
As soon as Zhu Yuluo (Lolo) woke up, she knew something was wrong. "It" tried to scramble to its feet, but the tiny body was uncoordinated, lacking the human pivot of a waist and long limbs.
Struggling in place for what felt like an eternity, "it" finally realized the horror: its entire body was covered in fine white fur.
"It" screamed—a high-pitched, rodent shriek of disbelief. "Ah—what is happening?! Old Bu! Xiao Si! Ah Ren! Where are you?! Save me—Security! You useless idiots, where the hell are you?!"
Her memories finally snapped into place.
Six days ago, she had been in her luxury apartment in the Green Pheasant Country, her hands dripping with blood. Just as she was about to clean herself, she had lost consciousness.
In the haze, she thought she heard a voice: "Since thou hast sown the cause, thou shalt taste the fruit; the moment of waking is the time of execution."
Before "it" could process the logic, a utility knife—one that Lolo recognized with terrifying familiarity—appeared before her eyes. Suddenly, her four limbs were stretched outward by an invisible, crushing force.
Simultaneously, a sharp pain lanced through "its" head, and the split-screen monitor displayed a new image: A child's hand.
That small hand held a utility knife identical to the one in the livestream. But the subject of the child's focus was a male fancy rat with a heart-shaped pattern on its belly.
As the child's thumb trembled, pushing the slider of the knife, the rhythmic click-clack of the blade extending sounded like thunder in the sensitive ears of the white mouse (Lolo).
In the real world, Tian Shuangxin, who could have closed the stream using the power of her red thread, chose to watch. She was shaken to her core.
—Is this what I was meant to see? The origin of the trauma?
Meanwhile, Mrs. Zhu's soul shook. For her, this was a recurring nightmare made flesh. The look in the mouse's eyes—the original "Maomao"—was unbearable.
She tried to close her eyes, but the divine broadcast made the image even clearer behind her eyelids; she could count every single hair.
She reached out to turn off the screen, but her fingers passed through the projection.
This was the "Enforced Observation"—the price for a family member's complicity.
The livestream chat had turned into a battlefield. Sharp-eyed viewers noticed something:
—[Wait, that's a kid's hand! Why is there a scar on the inside of the right wrist exactly like the one Lolo has?]
—[I have a theory, but I don't want to believe it...]
—[Impossible! Goddess Lolo is kind! She helped me try to save my dog! She even cried and bled for him!]
The loyal fans, as if under a spell, lost all reason and began cursing the Beast God.
The Goddess watched these comments without a trace of emotion.
She turned to the Nightmare Beast, who was fuming with rage at the insults. "Pay them no mind. Simply perform your duty. If your emotions waver, the dream will dissipate. If that happens, how shall my innocence be cleared of their 'slander'?"
The Nightmare Beast closed its eyes, choosing to ignore the mortals, and focused its power on maintaining the stability of the dreamscape.
Sensing the rising fury of the other guardians, the Goddess sent a divine decree to all Divine Beasts: "Do not act without authorization. Stand by."
The Blue Phoenix, which had been about to fly out of its space in rage, turned back. It stood on the branch of the parasol tree, its massive body trembling with suppressed power, causing the ancient tree to sway.
The Scale of Causality, which had begun to fade, solidified again and floated over to Lawyer Hans, swinging its pans as if it wanted to hit him.
Hans was terrified. He had no idea how he had offended his boss this time—all he did was complain about the coffee machine!
On screen, the child's hand continued to shake. The utility knife wobbled. It was clear that at that age, Zhu Yuluo was not yet the cold, efficient "Executioner" she was today.
—[If someone had stopped her back then, would there be no 'Lolo' today?]
—[What do you mean by that? Are you trying to frame our Lolo?!]
Some saw the truth; others chose to stay blind.
Zhu Yuluo, now pinned in a star-shape by invisible forces, watched in horror as the wobbling blade finally slashed toward "it."
"AHHHHH—!" Her tail—the mouse's tail—was severed.
Normally, the body would secrete endorphins to suppress the pain, but those systems remained dormant, forcing "it" to endure the full weight of the physical agony.
"It" struggled to flee, but just like the rat she once glued to a board, there was no escape.
The "Execution" hit fast-forward. The blade rose again, and "its" mouth was sliced open. Simultaneously, a high-pitched, childish girl's voice rang out from the other screen:
"If you don't keep quiet... Mommy will never love me."
"So noisy!" The child's hands moved faster, driven by a frantic desperation. When the deed was done, a small, trembling voice whispered: "There... now... you can't... scream anymore, right?"
At that moment, the comment section fell into a dead, absolute silence. It was as if every internet cable on the planet had been severed simultaneously. The scrolling text froze on the very last sentence posted:
—[Besides, how cruel could a little girl actually be?]
That single sentence hung there, dripping with irony. It felt like a cold, resounding slap to the face of humanity, mocking them:
Look. You know nothing of this world.