Black Moonlight's vest fell again

Rong Zhi leaned his face and looked at Jiang Yun. He changed into a loose black sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked very warm with his skillful housework.

Feeling Rong Zhi's gaze, Jiang Xiaogou silently wrote down "Rong Zhi likes a man who does housework" in the small notebook in his heart, and put a "√" on the back.

Jiang Yun's wrist for peeling potatoes is as flexible as playing a violin. Every knife has distinct strength. The peeled potato skins are all the same length, falling into the basin from the same position and at the same angle, as rigorous as obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In other words, it looks like a sophisticated humanoid machine.

Rong Zhi sighed, and suddenly asked: "At that time...you were trained to be like this, didn't you suffer a lot?"

Jiang Yun's body tensed, and her hand peeling potatoes couldn't help but strengthen a little bit: "...the training is hard, it's normal."

Then he cautiously probed: "Why did you suddenly think of this? Could it be that someone you knew before had similar training?"

Have you had other puppies?
"I do think of an old friend." Rong Zhi said leisurely, "But he was not trained like you. I lived with him for several years, and he suffered a lot."

Rong Zhi thought of the boy on Garbage Star.

He was buried by her under a high mountain of garbage.

Sour bubbles popped up in Jiang Yun's heart, and she asked three questions in a row: "What old man? How many years have you lived together? Is it your comrade in the army?"

Rong Zhi didn't want to talk too much: "He passed away when I was very young."

Jiang Yun lowered her head and peeled the potatoes hard.

childhood sweetheart?

Without people, wouldn't it be the white moonlight in my heart?Otherwise, why do you think of him now?
Is he as handsome as he is?Do you have money yourself?Do you have the luck to come back from the dead?
"Jiang Yun, you..." Rong Zhi pointed to the potato in his hand.

Jiang Yun looked down and saw that the round potato in her hand had turned into a thin and long cuboid.

He threw the potato into the basin in embarrassment, and made a muffled "dong" sound: "My potato also needs to feel underappreciated."

The voice attracted Grandpa Jiang, who looked into the basin, heartbroken, and scolded Jiang Yun by the ears: "You wasteful son of a food waste, look at these potatoes!"

Rong Zhi looked at the direction of Grandpa Jiang's finger, she was the one who peeled those small thin potatoes, her neck flinched: "Yes, Jiang Yun, it's not good to waste food."

Jiang Yun looked at Grandpa Jiang and Rong Zhi: "???"

The old and the young finished their dinner with laughter and noisiness—of course Rong Zhi was driven out of the kitchen because of his dark cooking skills—then sat around the dining table and had an ordinary home-cooked dinner together.

After dinner, Rong Zhi and Jiang Yun sat on the rosewood sofa and watched TV with Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang turned on the news.

He hasn't been on the news for a long time.

Rong Zhi glanced at Grandpa Jiang without showing any trace, Grandpa Jiang's face was calm, the light of the TV shone on his face, every wrinkle was engraved with wisdom.

Rong Zhi lowered her head and drank water silently.

After the national news is broadcast, it is the people's livelihood news.Jiang Yun picked up the remote control and was about to switch channels. Suddenly, his hand froze——

"The Mystery of the Family Group Sexual Assault: The girl claimed to have been sexually assaulted and the whole family was imprisoned."

"Eight years ago, the girl Song Xiaohong (pseudonym) reported to the judiciary a total of more than ten relatives and neighbors, including her parents, under the pretext of being raped, resulting in 8 people being sentenced. Now, the case itself is full of doubts. Song Xiaohong's mother He stated that this was an unjust case, and he wanted to overturn the case for himself, his family and neighbors, and demand compensation from the state."

"Back then, after Song Xiaohong made a report, she changed her name and moved her household under the protection of the C City Public Prosecutor's Office, and has since lost contact. It's just that according to insiders, Song Xiaohong is studying at a university and living a peaceful life."

"Now it seems that this case is full of doubts. In this case, there are a total of 11 beasts, why is Song Xiaohong the only victim? Is Song Xiaohong really not at fault?"

A young reporter wearing glasses stood in front of the camera and shouted impassionedly:

"We appeal, look for Song Xiaohong! Let the truth of that year be revealed to the world!"

Next, Song Xiaohong's household registration information appeared in the news, accompanied by the words: "Song Xiaohong, where are you now?"

A line of big characters is shocking.

What hell news is this?
What do you mean by "Only Song Xiaohong suffers, Song Xiaohong may be at fault"?
Rong Zhi watched in disbelief as the TV news had thickly coded the 11 criminals, but clearly displayed the victim's household registration information.

A nameless anger surged down her throat, and all the pores on her body felt suffocated. She wanted to shout, to scream, to accuse the media who ate human blood, but her rationality told her that in the face of such a trend, , even anger is often useless.

A fist slammed on the coffee table, and the dried peanuts and dried fruits on the coffee table jumped!

"Damn things!"

Rong Zhi looked at her clenched hands, didn't she smash them?

She looked up, and the owner of that hand turned out to be Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang was full of anger: "The case was judged by the court, and the person was arrested by the Public Security Bureau. Even if there is an opinion on the case, the media should be looking for the public security law!"

"Aiming at the victim, a little girl, what is the intention of provoking human flesh?"

Jiang Yun's reaction was also great, for a person who was always calm on weekdays, the hand pouring water was shaking at this moment.

He pushed the water glass over to Grandpa Jiang, and watched the young reporter who was standing with Song Xiaohong's mother on TV, filled with justice and indignation, and called for human fleshing out of the victim.

Jiang Yun sneered: "Mr. Lu Xun said that when the brave are angry, they draw their knives at the stronger ones; when the cowardly are angry, they draw their knives at the weaker. There must be many heroes in an incurable nation who stare at children."

"After Song Xiaohong suffered such harm, with the help of the state, she changed her name and surname and left her hometown to live a new life. However, these media and public officials wanted to flesh her out, and even revealed her household registration information—how can the media use the Internet to judge her? case?"

Rong Zhi stared unblinkingly at the young reporter on the TV who was trying to label the victim as a slanderer with a righteous attitude:
"Just because she was once a child, unable to resist?"

"Just because she is a victim, she must be perfect, otherwise she will carry original sin?"

"Just because she is a woman, her reproductive instinct has become a resource that can be robbed and an existence that must be ashamed of?"

She lowered her head and turned on her phone.

Sure enough, the public opinion of "Looking for Song Xiaohong" is growing strongly with a momentum visible to the naked eye.

The media where the young reporter works has already published the long-form report on the Internet, and the major news platforms have reproduced it one after another. The tragedy that happened several years ago has suddenly become less certain due to the cries of grievances from the released criminals and the youthful writing skills of the reporters. .

A large group of netizens have begun to doubt: "Did this case be wrongly judged? After all, the defendants collectively called for injustice."

"Parents always love their children, so they shouldn't be able to do this kind of bestiality!"

"Song Xiaohong is so miserable, she is not crazy? There is no mental problem? She is making a false accusation!"

Rong Zhi: "..."

The media that can list the child's "no mental problems" as doubtful points in the case are either bad or stupid.

After a while.

The famous sci-fi writer Yao Yi, a mysterious figure who has not appeared in front of people all the year round, suddenly posted a meaningful post:
"The role of the victim is not determined by herself. It is the public security organ, the court decision, and the status given to her by the law. Before the case is reversed and the judiciary does not cancel her victim role, no one has the right to say that she is a false accusation. "