Quick Wear: Another day when the villain is paying for it

The four teenagers were almost crazy and confessed the whole process of the crime without reservation, including how they killed Mo Jinghuai and hid his body by the river.

Their motive for committing the crime was simply because they thought Mo Jinghuai's taciturn appearance was fake and noble, and they wanted to teach him a lesson, thus causing his death.

This incident caused a huge wave on the Internet, and netizens condemned their crimes.

"They should be put to death. People like them don't deserve to live."

"The juvenile protection law is to protect minors. We cannot allow it to become a shield for juvenile murderers!"

"Today's minors already know everything. They are not joking at all. They are malicious! They are deliberately killing people! "

"Death penalty! Thousands of school bullies are watching!"

……

Countless eyes are watching, waiting for the country's judgment.

In the dark night, countless points of light gathered from different places, surrounding Mo Jinghuai and penetrating into his body. The warm white light blew away the coldness of the night, just like the warm sun in winter, soft and warm, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

Xu Ning raised her hand, and a small dot of light fell on her fingertips. The white fingertips were filled with light, illuminating her delicate face, and even her cold and beautiful eyes were filled with a little warmth.

The light spot exploded and turned into tiny pieces of light, which swayed and drilled into the boy's body.

She rubbed her fingertips, which still retained the warmth of the little light dots.

Looking up at the sky, countless points of light float down, as if stepping into a winter day with snow all over the sky in an instant.

Mo Jinghuai looked up blankly, his black pupils reflecting the light in the sky: "...What are these?"

Xu Ning lowered her long eyelashes and said slowly:

"There is a story passed down by ghosts in the underworld. After a person dies, if there are people in the mortal world who remember them and bless them from the bottom of their hearts, those thoughts and wishes will pass through many obstacles and be delivered to the deceased, allowing the deceased to be happy in the next life, and they will meet again in the next life."

"So these are..." The boy couldn't believe it and said this almost tremblingly.

Apart from his grandparents... and her, would anyone else care about him?

"A Jing." Xu Ning held up his face and called him softly. Her eyes could only see his figure: "You have not been forgotten. There are many people who remember you."

"You are not alone……"

The black pupils trembled, and gradually a layer of water marks appeared. The boy lowered his eyelids and bit his lips in silence for a long time. When he looked at her again, a beam of light lit up in his black eyes, and he said:

"I see."

He is no longer fighting this "battle" alone.

[Blackening value reduced by 25%, remaining 65%]

I returned to the yard where I lived before I died, and the house was still lit with a dim light.

Mo Jinghuai walked into the room of the two elderly people. Beside the old wooden bed, an old man was leaning against the edge of the bed in an awkward posture, his gray hair hanging messily beside his ears, and his weathered face looked even paler as if he had suffered a serious illness.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but the hand hanging by her side did not relax at all, tightly holding a photo, which showed a young Mo Jinghuai.

Grandpa Mo stood up silently, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on Grandma Mo, his turbid eyes fell on the old photo in her hand.

He paused, then reached out and picked it up.

His rough fingers stroked across the boy's bright smile in the photo. He stared at it for a long time and then placed the photo carefully on the wooden table.