I have already cleared everything related to my friends. The police should have no way to recover the data and contact anyone connected to me. This is the last thing I can do to ensure that the police won't disturb them because of me.
I deleted all my WeChat friends/contacts, cleared all chat histories, and have nearly left all group chats. The account cancellation requires a 15 day waiting period before it is fully completed. I need to confirm that the account has been successfully canceled.
In the future, I may still have a chance to come back, or I may never return. My mental and psychological state is deteriorating rapidly, and I don’t know how many more days I can remain clear minded.
I’m not sure how long this clarity will last. I’m leaving now. The clothes I can’t take with me let the auntie the landlord calls handle them.
I’ve asked the uncle at the courier station to ship my computer to my friend. There’s nothing left that I can leave behind. As for the $NIAO website code and the ownership and code of the deployment platform, I already transferred them to a reliable person sometime last month or this month I can’t recall the exact date.
There’s nothing more that needs to be arranged. Everything that should be arranged has pretty much been taken care of.
was in my room when I saw another version of myself holding a knife, ready to kill me. At that moment, I realized it was time to prepare in advance.
I cleared all the content from my Moments, deleted all chat records with my friends, and returned the exchange account that my friend’s younger brother had registered, leaving some money in it.
I also deleted all my wallet accounts and handed over the wallets that still had small remaining balances to my friend’s brother. I asked him to give the assets inside to my friend after I disappear.A friend once said that chat records can be recovered by the police, so I plan to cancel my WeChat account. That way, the police won’t trouble anyone because of me.I’m not sure where I’ll go, but I definitely won’t stay in this place where I’ve lived for so long.
I think I should go somewhere very far away. Only then, when I completely lose control, will I have no chance to hurt anyone else.
After more than two years of spreading $NIAO coin, I have to admit that this will become a regret.
Its significance lies in whether a project built entirely by players can reach the moon.
This idea is very naive, but it is also very romantic. Although it now looks no different from a failed experiment, there is no doubt that it once shone brightly.
Its name was known to many people. Many went from mocking it at the beginning to later admiring those who built it. That was its peak period.
Later, the founder disappeared for unknown reasons. After surviving for quite some time, it seemed to enter an ice age. No one expected that it would eventually become something almost no one mentions.
Countless people once spread it and thereby gained many followers. But now, almost no one mentions it. We once said that if even $NIAO cannot reach the moon, then other #MEME will no longer be credible.
We are a group of people who do not believe that cryptocurrency is only about fraudulent tokens. We do not believe that sincere construction by everyone together will fail. It is regrettable that no one mentions it now. Perhaps it has already failed, or perhaps one day in the future it will be mentioned again and even spread once more.
But during the time I spent spreading it, I think that in the end, only a little regret remains. It is a pity that the power of a few people cannot change anything, and people like the founder who truly devoted themselves are an extreme minority in the crypto space.
Even if $NIAO path was the right one, people will only stand on the side of profit.
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Today, an exploit occurred affecting FloorProtocol V2 and BitmapPunks.
Both projects share a similar core contract structure: all fungible tokens issued are pegged 1:1 to the NFTs locked in the contract, allowing users to convert back and forth freely.
Maybe only here can I post the things I want to say. Even though it might not be of much use, at least it can serve as a record. It feels a bit like posting my mood on some apps.
I can’t tell whether what I’m seeing is real or fake anymore. Maybe I should just leave. I even feel like the words I’m writing right now are all false. This feeling is so strange.
I should walk this path completely alone. I shouldn’t have any friends, and I won’t intersect with anyone anymore. Loneliness is the best choice.