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I immediately turned to my phone and opened the page on it.
[Masterr: Why do you all idolize him? Why is no one talking about those who died that day? That psychopath Joker shot three people! And your Alex did nothing to stop him. If he had gone to that madman from the start and played his game, no one would have died!]
[Srprots: Are you an idiot? Do you think Alex Reath is a superhero? He is an ordinary person. He was in real danger, because he did not know what exactly to expect from the Joker! His life was hanging by a thread. He could have done nothing at all, because he did not owe anything to those people in the restaurant. But he still risked his life, and in the end saved everyone. This accusation of yours is simply stupid!]
[Zerooo: But the Joker is his crazy fan. He would not have killed Reath anyway, so his inaction, which led to the deaths of people, is on his conscience!]
[Airo: How these haters piss me off sometimes! At least find out the general situation first! Alex didn't know that Joker was his fan. Even the crazy clown himself didn't recognize Reath at the beginning and wanted to shoot him. Only quick thinking and resourcefulness helped Alex avoid this crisis.]
[Wryyp: So he's a hero to everyone? But the role of heroes is to save lives! And he lost three! And that's not the best statistic for me.]
[Qyinn: How annoying you are!!! He's not a superhero, he doesn't have superpowers! One bullet and he would have become a corpse. His bravery and self-sacrifice alone are worthy of praise, and here you are trying to stir up conflict out of nothing. And your accusations are completely groundless!]
After reading the comments, I was able to understand the overall situation.
"Yeah, funny…"
"What's funny?" our policewoman perked up. "You're being accused of these people's deaths. And these accusations are stupid as hell. How can the Earth still bear such idiots?"
"They're not idiots at all. This is a very close-knit group, with one single goal - to blacken my name. It's almost obvious to the naked eye. They're all acting in an overly organized manner. And why are these haters only showing up now, where were they before? It's all too suspicious…"
"Why did you decide that this is one group? And besides, who could benefit from blackening your name? Do you have secret enemies?"
"There's one comrade... I almost forgot about him, but he still seems to remember me. Now I won't forget him either. These haters are his biggest mistake."
"Who are you talking about?" Renee asked, turning on her business acumen, trying to get to the bottom of the truth.
"Norwood Bailey, the director of the record label "Metropolis Music Group". I once refused to sign a contract with him, and we parted on less than friendly terms. What a touchy creature... All this time, I didn't care much about the problems he could present, so I didn't pay much attention to him. But now, he's going to get my full attention. I'll make him bite his nails from resentment!"
"And how are you going to punish him, if it's not a secret? "
"You want me to tell the police the plan of my revenge?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes! I'm interested!"
"Heh, it will be a very subtle revenge. I won't cause him or his label any harm, but I will make him experience the bitterness of loss!"
"I don't get it," the girl said, finishing her drink. "What are you going to do with these haters?"
"I'll solve this problem."
Even though this group of trolls won't be able to make much noise, I still intend to get rid of this infection. Although my loyal fans are firmly on my side, and have already literally suppressed this wave of hatred, it's still necessary to hammer the last nail into the coffin. This event won't be able to affect me much, but I still intend to clean up my reputation, which these ill-wishers were able to slightly ruin. Even though it was very insignificant. My goal is to maintain an ideal image of myself in the eyes of the public.
"How exactly are you going to fight this?" the detective asked.
"Come to the recording studio in two days, and you'll see how."
"You've interested me... Okay, I'll follow this story to the end."
We sat with her for a while longer, and then went our separate ways. I headed straight to the recording studio.
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"Vivian," I called the deputy director of the studio. "Get in touch with the Platinum crew. I've worked with them before. Tell them I'm planning on making another video. Let them start prepping today. Filming starts in two days. I'll give you more instructions later." She nodded and went off to do the job.
I took out my phone and dialed Penguin's number. "Who needs me?" a nasal voice came from the receiver. "Hello, Mr. Cobblepot. This is Alex Reath. Do you remember me?"
"Alex?" Oswald said in surprise. "Of course, how can I forget the young man who saved me and my restaurant from a crazy psychopath. I never thanked you properly. Sorry about that, I've been really busy lately. How can I help you?"
"The thing is, I'm planning to shoot a video for my new song, and I'd like to use your restaurant, Iceberg, as the location. Would you mind?"
"Of course not! What's the point, my boy! My restaurant hasn't been living through its best times in recent days. If a rising star like you shoots a video here, it'll be tantamount to free advertising. How can I be against it? Moreover, I'm ready to help you with this in any way I can. Just let me know if you need any help."
"In that case, I'll take advantage of your kindness. Mr. Cobblepot, it would be great if you could star in this video. I assure you, the filming won't last longer than two days. I would also like to ask you to lend me your bodyguards to participate in the crowd scene. Is that possible?"
"I have already promised to help you, so I see no reason to refuse. Okay, I will provide you with my people."
"And what about.…"
"I will star in your video," Penguin voiced his agreement.
I spent the rest of the day in the sound recording studio, recording a new song and making an appropriate arrangement for it. I must say that in this field I have made a qualitative leap forward, and now, composing music and its further processing goes much smoother, and most importantly, faster.
In the evening my phone rang, and a name appeared on the screen - Oswald Cobblepot.
"Hello?" I answered the call.
"Alex, sorry it's so late, I hope I didn't disturb you," Penguin began. "I was just thinking about our conversation ... I never asked you what role exactly I will have in your video?"
"A villain…"
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