At five in the morning.

Anti-sleep medication was finally redistributed to pick-up points around the world, and staff began to dispense the pills as usual.

In the thirty years since anti-sleep meds became globally widespread, the distribution had almost never been delayed this late—except during extreme weather conditions disrupting transportation.

But today was highly unusual!

However, five in the morning also marked the rush hour for commuters.

People lined up, discussing the delay briefly before taking their doses and dispersing quickly to get to work. They assumed it was just a medicine upgrade.

—Only in City A, the anti-sleep meds still hadn’t been redistributed.

Every pick-up point was packed with people, all asking when they’d be able to get their doses.

“Stop asking! I don’t know either; I’m just waiting for orders from above! I’ll distribute them as soon as they arrive, okay?”

One staff member at a pick-up point, frustrated by the constant questions, waved dismissively, adding, “Why crowd around here? Don’t you have jobs?”

The crowd gradually dispersed, but every pedestrian in the city was discussing this strange event.

People who had taken anti-sleep meds for a long time had no concept of “tiredness.” Even without the meds, they didn’t feel an urge to sleep. They only felt vaguely lethargic, as if walking on cotton.

[What’s going on? Why isn’t City A distributing meds?]

[I heard the anti-sleep pill transport overturned on the highway and is being reloaded.]

[What accident? There’s no news about it!]

[Don’t believe that rumor! My friend in the Association told me the anti-sleep meds in City A’s storage were found to be infested!]

[Infested…? No proof, no pics, please.]

The entire morning, City A’s residents wildly speculated on what was happening.

At noon, anti-sleep meds finally started being distributed!

The discussions gradually died down.

By evening rush hour, people were so exhausted they’d almost forgotten the strange delay. Crowded onto the subway or bus, many pulled out their phones and tuned into livestreams.

They suddenly noticed an unfamiliar set of new streamers appearing on the homepage.

In each livestream, the hosts wore black masks and low-brimmed caps. They all sat on similar foldable beds.

People recognized them instantly—weren’t these the same foldable beds that Luo Yu had advertised on his stream? So quick! How envious!

So were these people here to showcase their purchases?

With a mix of curiosity and envy, viewers from around the world clicked into these livestreams.

…

At the construction site for the second base of Hypnos League in a hidden basement.

Usually crowded and lively, the main hall was now deserted.

Even though Luo Xuan had set up virtual addresses for every member of the organization, Wen Li decided to have everyone livestream from home, to minimize risk.

He didn’t want any slip-ups revealing the streamers’ identities and locations, potentially implicating the entire group.

In the basement, only the bedroom at the end had any noise.

Inside, beside a luxurious, vintage bed, three people were crowded together.

Luo Yu sat stiffly in the middle.

To his left, Wen Li sat upright, occasionally handing him water or tea from the nightstand.

On his right was Song Lingyuan, who sat with his back straight in a dark gray suit, gloved hands emphasizing his long fingers and imposing presence. His legs crossed elegantly on the floor, occasionally turning his head to give a cold glance at Wen Li, who was talking to Luo Yu.

Squeezed between the two, Luo Yu felt like he was about to suffocate.

“Aren’t you both feeling cramped?” Luo Yu looked up with a small, friendly smile, turning his face toward each of them like a sunflower.

“It’s fine, Little Luo.”

“You’re not.”

Luo Yu: …

Why weren’t they feeling cramped?

But he definitely felt cramped—the bed was too tight for three people!

Especially when there were so many empty beds outside they could sit on!

Finally, eleven o’clock came, and the livestream started.

The first group of Hypnos League team streamers went live and quickly topped the homepage of the Starlight platform.

Luo Yu held his breath and clicked into one of the streams at random.

Though the streamer wore a black mask, he recognized her instantly.

It was the sister who had checked on him after he’d returned to the basement, concerned for his safety.

[Sis, did you already receive the bed?]

[In which city are you located? Why hasn’t my bed been shipped yet?]

[How does it feel to lie on it?]

Luo Yu glanced at the comments and rubbed his temples.

So, everyone was drawn in by the bed!

After all, these Hypnos team streamers all had foldable beds, the same model he had sold in his stream the other day!

“Yes, the bed… it arrived.”

The streamer saw the questions in the comments, hesitated a moment, but quickly responded:

“Showcasing a buyer’s product? No, today, I’m here to tell a story.”

[What story?]

The streamer took a deep breath, and before she could speak, her gentle, slender eyes had already reddened.

Her voice trembled, rising several pitches:

“I want to tell you about how the President of the Management Committee in District A, Duan Yixun, poisoned the anti-sleep medication in City A, which led to my sister’s death!”

The comments exploded instantly—

[Is this streamer out of her mind?]

[Where’s the moderation team? Isn’t spreading rumors bannable?]

[Can someone just say this? Poisoning anti-sleep meds? What nonsense!]

“I’m not making this up!”

“Listen to me! If I don’t share the truth, any one of you could be next!”

The streamer’s voice grew urgent as she covered her face, her tone almost breaking:

“Last year, December 5th, just an hour after my sister took her anti-sleep pill, she suddenly lost consciousness.”

“We rushed her to the hospital, but we didn’t even get to see her body—the doctors claimed it was an infectious disease and cremated her without consent!”

“Can you imagine what it felt like to receive only a box of ashes instead of my lively little sister?”

“Lies? How could I possibly lie about this?!”

The comments flooded in, and the streamer’s chest heaved as she fought to control her emotions. Her tear-filled eyes fixed on the comments:

“How did I know it was the anti-sleep meds? Ha, because a hospital doctor told us himself!”

“At the Sleep Institute of City A’s Medical University, Dr. Duan Dong admitted to a nurse that, under orders from City A’s Management Committee President Duan Yixun, he secretly mixed lethal drugs into the anti-sleep medication distributed in City A, cremating the victims to hide the truth!”

“Is this something a human being could do?”

“How did I find out? A nurse with a conscience told us the truth!”

“And who are we? We’re countless victims, finally gathering the courage to fight back today!”

“So what if he’s the President of the Management Committee? Does having power mean he can harm the public without consequences?”

“I demand Duan Yixun step down! I demand the Management Committee investigate his actions and bring justice to all of us!”

The streamer’s voice cracked as she screamed the final words, and at that moment, her stream went black.

The account was banned.

The heated comments came to an abrupt halt.

Luo Yu blinked away a tear he hadn’t realized had formed, exhaling slowly.

This immediate shutdown of the stream was part of a plan he’d suggested to Song Lingyuan that afternoon.

After a long time on the streaming platform, Luo Yu noticed an unusual pattern: sometimes when a stream was abruptly cut off, it sparked even more curiosity and buzz.

Viewers became eager to know what they had missed, sharing the stream recordings widely.

And if the stream hadn’t been banned, wouldn’t viewers have grown suspicious?

When the stream was suddenly shut down, all the users who had been watching found themselves stunned, exiting the stream in disbelief.

Soon after, they couldn’t resist checking the Xingyao Homepage again, jumping into other streams with masked hosts sitting on foldable beds.

They quickly realized that all the streamers tonight were telling the same story!

Clearly, this group had come prepared!

[Are these people just repeating a prepared script?]

[Whether it’s scripted or not doesn’t matter. I only care if it’s true.]

[Exactly! Poison in anti-sleep meds? That’s terrifying! I’m scared to take mine tonight!]

[We need an official response to clarify this!]

On social media, discussions about the anti-sleep med poisoning scandal instantly surged.

Luo Yu clicked into the trending topic, watching as the views skyrocketed!

Everyone demanded answers!

In the bedroom.

Song Lingyuan sat beside Luo Yu, brows knitted, closely monitoring the trend in public sentiment.

Finally, he judged the timing to be right.

He immediately sent a directive to the Association’s public affairs office.

A few minutes later.

@International Association for Human Progress swiftly released several notifications on their official account.

The first notification.

One day prior, the Association had received reports of an anti-sleep med poisoning incident and had initiated a global medication inspection.

The Union confirmed that the poisoning was limited to City A and that the contamination occurred in the underground storage at City A’s Sleep Institute.

However, as this storage facility is currently guarded by City A’s military, the Association is in intense negotiations with the military leadership.

The second notification.

Dr. Duan Dong of the Sleep Institute is now a fugitive.

The Association has dispatched a security team to apprehend him, but attempts have been hindered by City A’s military forces.

The third post was more of an apology.

The International Association for Human Progress expressed its deepest regrets to humanity.

Apologies were extended to the victims and their families.

The Association pledged substantial compensation to the families of victims after the incident concludes.

The three notifications were posted just minutes apart.

The entire world was shaken by these announcements—

The anti-sleep medication poisoning incident is actually real!

And the military in District A is obstructing the Association’s investigation…

Could the Management Committee President truly be the mastermind behind the poisoning?

A small portion of people online criticized the International Association for Human Progress, saying its oversight was insufficient, leading to a loss of public trust. However, a larger group began directing their anger at District A’s Management Committee President, Duan Yixun, demanding a response!

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2 a.m.

Some of the group members who had finished streaming gradually returned to their base in trucks.

Luo Yu was waiting on the gangway to greet them.

The woman who had lost her sister saw him and, unable to hold back, hugged Luo Yu tightly, tears streaming down her face:

“Xiao Luo, did you watch my stream?”

Luo Yu gently hugged her back. “I did, sis. You spoke beautifully.”

“I miss her so much…”

Luo Yu softly patted her back.

The Hypnos League team had finally shared the stories they’d hidden deep in their hearts, taking the first step toward avenging their loved ones. They were all exhilarated.

Whatever the final outcome, they’d finally brought this buried matter to light.

The basement was lively for a long time until fatigue set in, and everyone gradually returned to their beds to sleep.

“President Song, are you going to sleep tonight…?”

When Luo Yu returned to the bedroom, he saw Song Lingyuan still sitting on his bed, eyes down as he worked. Luo Yu blinked and asked.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Song Lingyuan looked up and met Luo Yu’s gaze, nodding faintly.

“Yes.”

Luo Yu sighed deeply—

The President of the International Association for Human Progress, and the staunch advocate for anti-sleep meds, was actually going to sleep for the first time in his life!

After all, if Song Lingyuan went out to swipe his ID card for medication, he might reveal his whereabouts.

Standing nearby, Wen Li got up and glanced at Song Lingyuan. “There’s an extra foldable bed outside.”

Unexpectedly, Song Lingyuan shook his head, looking indifferent.

“Those beds are poor quality.”

“I’d rather just sleep here tonight.”

Wen Li’s face darkened instantly, and he stepped forward, frustrated:

“Song Lingyuan, what do you mean by that—”

Fearing they’d start a fight, Luo Yu quickly pulled Wen Li back. “It’s fine, senior! No worries!”

“After all, we slept together last night!”

“You two—”

Wen Li whirled around in shock, staring at Luo Yu.

“You two already slept together last night?”

Behind him, Song Lingyuan casually tossed his phone aside and crossed his arms nonchalantly.

“Yes. Since we’ve already slept together, doing it again shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Don’t you agree, Xiao Luo?”

Luo Yu: …

Last night he didn’t even want to sleep next to me, and now he’s suddenly so eager?

But he didn’t mind sharing his bed.

Seeing Wen Li still glaring at him, he nodded hesitantly.

Song Lingyuan’s posture subtly relaxed, and he sneered as he looked at Wen Li:

“Now, Xiao Luo and I need to get some rest.”

“Hypnos League Leader Wen, please leave.”