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I said as I turned on the TV and went to the news channel since that was always my time to catch the news. They were reporting about the glitz and glamour of the gala dinner, I paid a little attention hoping that they’d report about the two dead people but it seemed that they wouldn’t even dare to touch on that story. I now understood why conspiracy theories were so relevant, they gave us news that were hard to get. “Why is the story of the two dead people not reported here?” I asked. “This is what they do” John replied “they only report the beautiful side of the story, and anything that is capable of wrecking their image they never report about it”

However, the money from the general manager has solved her urgent needs. These proofs were added up in pieces, and soon became a line, a line that could allow netizens to make up hundreds of episodes of conspiracy theories. "Thrilled, my mother asked me why I knelt on the keyboard with my mouth open!" "Wow, I knew there would be some amazing news, but I didn't expect so amazing. It's terrible."

She looked different, almost unrecognizable, but I knew it was her, and she had left a small briefcase, almost out of sight under a table. I spent the afternoon lying on the bed, unable to turn the television away from the news channel, so I watched the same news, repeated over and over again. The terrorist theory gained more credence throughout the day, mostly, it appeared to me, because there was nothing else to report, and they had to fill the time somehow. Experts were wheeled into the studio to make endless meaningless comments about a speculative theory for which they had no facts or evidence. It occurred to me that the TV companies were allowing several of these so-called experts the

I surmised. "Not exactly. She wanted to speculate about the murder. It was kind of weird." He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, we used to watch crime shows together. Forensic Files was always one of her favorites. So I guess I'm not really surprised, but why wouldn't she say it in front of me?" I was a little confused about that. "She has a theory that he may have done this to other women. Your mom is quite the conspiracy theorist." "Yeah, she is. She believes in aliens and Bigfoot too." True story.

She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the last." She said. She was calm; she was hopeful that this one would be buried too, but people were not predictable, and their judgement and dedication could be fickle most of the time. They oscillate between love and hate on a regular basis. This could blow out of proportion before it calms down. The reaction might not be immediate as expected, but it will happen one way or the other. Even if the government successfully debunked the video and made it a hoax, there was a possibility that there would be a sect that would not buy the government's e

BOLD RESCUE Fuels Speculation The columns were a frantic, often homophobic dissection of his entire personality. Analysts who had once been impressed with his ruthless efficiency questioned his "focus" and "judgment." Psychologists were taken on television to speculate, with hair-on-end confidence, about repressed sexuality and midlife crises. They spun his past—the lack of public relationships with women, his intense, private nature—and retrofitted it all as evidence of a secret life. The business shows were the most schizophrenic. One would gravely argue the "leadership vacuum" and "investor nervousness," while the other would gleefully show shaky footage of the alley rescue, the hosts spe

News of the hospital incident spread like wildfire. Rumors and speculations were in abundance. Some articles claimed that it was a mere coincidence, an unfortunate case of reckless driving while Others were convinced it was a targeted attack—an attempt to silence a possible threat before her career could fully take off. Some conspiracy theorists even suggested that Anaïs had staged the event for publicity. Nothing seemed new and true in the media world anymore. Anaïs sat on her bed as she scrolled through the news article.

On May 5, 2023, at 16:37 everyone fell asleep. In which everyone becomes paranoid, thinking about conspiracy theories, not finding a cure, but until then and in a short time, thousands of people would fall into despair, they would all literally, would be afraid, create new viruses that would literally emerge diseases, aftereffects. The world that will take the people who are left in a bad economy, so bad that the world would fall into a series of problems, which would simply lead to people being taken by the wind, by the plague, the horsemen of the apocalypse returning to the world, thousands of people just couldn't deal with each other, fights, conflicts, wars that would never end, whatever

What the hell was happening? Reddit threads dissected every part of the press conference, from Lilly’s announcement to Ray’s poised responses. Conspiracy theories blossomed. Some speculated that the marriage was orchestrated to protect the company, while others were convinced that Lilly had faked her death to catch the poisoner in her family. Regardless of the speculation, one thing was clear—Lilly and Ray had become the most talked-about couple in the world. But amidst the jokes and wild theories, there was another topic that had caught the public’s attention: Helena Anderson.

“Maybe someone should look into why the council president avoids talking about high school.” The room went quiet again. Sarah looked at Oliver. “Have you talked about high school publicly before?” Oliver shook his head. “No.” Max tilted his head. “Most people don’t.” Sarah frowned. “That comment feels… deliberate.” Max nodded. “Yeah.” He refreshed the page. “People are responding now.” Oliver asked quietly, “What are they saying?” Max read another post. “Why would someone hide their past if there’s nothing there?” Sarah shook her head. “People love conspiracy theories.”