Live From The Murder Scene

Tiancang's eyebrows frowned almost inaudibly, and she intuitively felt that it would not be a good thing to have a new character at this time, and she was not used to handling family relations.

"Wang Dongyan." Ms. Wang roughly threw her handbag onto the sofa, and quickly walked over barefoot, with undisguised anger in her voice, "What the **** are you going to do!"

She was so straightforward that she felt more comfortable in the sky. When she scolded her, even the muscles on her shoulders relaxed.

Ms. Wang rushed in front of her, with crazy excitement on her face. The scent of cosmetics spread along with her movements, and at the same time, there were violent accusations from her.

"Today the school called me several calls in a row. Can you be patient? Wang Dongyan, skipped classes, fights, and challenged school leaders in public, and even slandered the school to cause panic on the campus. What do you want to do? You want to make everyone's life impossible Isn’t it better?” Ms. Wang combed her bangs with her fingers, “I’ve worked so hard to make money to support you, what do I want from you? I just want you to go to school in peace. Is it difficult? Ah! Very Is it difficult? Can you be considerate and considerate of me!"

The firmament took a step back without a trace, kept a certain social distance with her, and said, "I'm not talking about slander, but the fact. They can't refute me, so they came to you."

"Do you still think you are not wrong? How many things have you done since you entered the third year of high school? You have never finished? Can you converge a little?" Ms. Wang hysterically said, "Do you know that, because of your classmates, I was in the unit What kind of perspective do you have to endure! You are still making trouble, are you right or wrong to let others have something to say about you?"

Tiancang: "Zhou Nansong didn't die because of me, I just want to prove it. It was deliberately guided by the school from beginning to end."

Ms. Wang: "What do you prove? It's fine if you don't prove that you study! You can't persuade everyone. The more you jump, the more they think you have no empathy and feel that you are shirking responsibility. Is it okay to let things go well!"

Qiu Cang looked at her a little ecstatic. After a brief silence, he lowered his head and pursed his lips, considering the words: "Why? There was a serious scandal in the school. Zhou Nansong died because he knew the truth. I don't care about it. You can pass. No one stops, those people will continue."

Ms. Wang let out two roars like crying and laughing, and then said: "What if it is? Do you have evidence? Without evidence, it can only be called framing! The leaders in the school are all old men, you fight with them. Do you think you can get a benefit?"

Firmament: "What I want is the truth, not good."

"How do you want to get the truth? Do you want to go to school? Do you want to go to school?" Ms. Wang's chest was violently up and down, and her arm was pointed to one side forcefully. "Go out and ask, look at the people on the street. I believe that those cultural people who seem to be respectable will still believe you with a violent history!"

The firmament tried to make her calm, and said clearly: "I have no violence, you should believe me."

"I believe you are useful! I am very tired now!" Ms. Wang couldn't listen at all, and interrupted her almost before she finished speaking. She raised a finger and shook it in front of the sky: "You have one month, one month! If the school wants to fix you, let alone one month, one day, they can ruin you for the rest of your life! Which school in the future Dare to want you? Can you not be so naive!"

"Innocent?" Qiyun said with a laugh. "Even if the innocent people know that they abuse their power in school and sexually assault poor students, they will not remain calm."

Ms. Wang's explosive mood was choked off, her eyelids blinked quickly, and she stared at the sky inquiringly. After confirming that she was not joking, he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Not one." Qiu Cang said word by word, "It is a long-term, group, extremely bad sexual assault incident with multiple victims."

Ms. Wang felt as if she had been exhausted for most of her strength, and she felt tired instantly. She turned around in confusion, then raised her hand, rubbing her hair even more messy.

She didn't spend much time thinking. In other words, her long-term life experience has given her the best answer in the first time. It's just the social morality in her heart that gave her a little hesitation.

Ms. Wang faced Wang Dongyan again, and solemnly said: "There are so many people involved in the case, why don't those people come out and say it by themselves? Because they don't want this matter to be exposed. Do you think that if you do such a thing, they will thank you? They will hate you! You are being affectionate, do you understand?"

Tiancang: "I don't know if they will thank them, but those who have not been harmed yet, they definitely don't want to face such a thing in the future."

The conversation between the two became slow. Ms. Wang needs to think before she can say the next sentence.

After a while, Ms. Wang asked: "How do you know?"

The firmament did not seem to hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Ms. Wang's tone was affirmed, as if she had convinced herself. She said: "Do you know how terrible poverty is? Those people have money and power, and a little bit of nails leaks, which others can't spell it out for a lifetime. How do you know that they are reluctant? The same will happen in society. The rules, and it will only be more cruel and ruthless than this. There will be no reward for giving."

After speaking, she became more and more determined, and her voice became louder: "You are naive, you don't understand. Without such an opportunity, how can they be sent to college? How can they live? How can they study? How can they have such a bright future ? Even if you put the conditions in front of them and let them choose by themselves, they might not be able to make such a choice."

Because it was too ridiculous, the firmament laughed instead: "What did you say?"

Ms. Wang pointed to her chest and said, "I'm terrible, but I'm realistic! I'm definitely not the only one who thinks this way, and it's definitely not the minority! Don't be nosy, listen to me. "

"Really?" The sky lowered his head and laughed sarcastically, and said, "Adults who have experienced weather and frost will like to put self-righteous life principles on young people. Looking at the originally sunny and positive people, they become like you. Just as lifeless, and then feel proud and complacent from it?"

Ms. Wang: "So you are proud? You are proud because you don't understand society! You are full of innocence!"

The firmament asked: "Does maturity represent indifference? Does reality represent correctness? What is the long history of human existence? What is it that human beings are fighting against? Not for the same, and then sink together? In your eyes, is there only luck Of the talents deserve to live?"

Qiu Cang shook his head, feeling that this place could not stay any longer, lifted the backpack and passed it through the side.

"It seems that we are not suitable for communication, I am leaving."

"Don't come back if you leave!" Ms. Wang choked and shouted, "Don't threaten me. I will tell you, Wang Dongyan, you are just a high school student. It's none of your business. You don't want to drip in such muddy water! Go out and talk nonsense! Wang Dongyan!"

Qiu Cang did not turn his head back, and the only answer to the other party was a heavy and simple closing sound. Across the door panel, Ms. Wang's hiss and wailing faintly came from inside. The firmament closed its eyes.

When I walked to the street, the firmament glanced at the suicide progress, and a bright red 99% hung in sight.

...Thank you, I left a point for her. This is really too polite.

The firmament raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously. This time, he really felt a sense of urgency of a terminally ill patient.

After witnessing the quarrel just now, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became serious, and there were fewer people who gag.

They can accuse Wang Dongyan's mother of being selfish, but after seeing so many [Crime Analysis], they also know that most people are not that great. In many cases, blaming someone strongly does not actually change the outcome, because starting from the social environment, it is wrong.

"I have never seen a big boss look like this."

"The person closest to you was hurt the most. It was 99% accidentally, and the rest should be just a short thought. The system has cut it hard."

"Is there no murderer in suicide cases? I think there is, and the murderer is more frightening than ordinary cases, because most people don't think they are at fault."

"How many ideal people are frustrated by reality? And how much reality is just the self-righteousness of mature people?"

"But you can't help but admit that she is talking about the common voices in society. It is not uncommon for good people to be unpaid."

"People who have experienced misfortune are more afraid of trouble, failure, and trouble. Life is full of attitudes."

·

Qiyun first bought a small shovel from a nearby hardware store, put it in his bag, and took the car to school.

When she returned to school, the sky was already grey. The firmament held a flashlight and went to the open space of the dormitory that Zhou Nansong said, looking for evidence that she had buried it.

When Zhou Nansong buried the photos, it was in March, but now it is May.

The firmament looked at the indistinguishable wasteland in front of him, rubbed his neck and muttered: "This is a big project..."

The firmament is ready to stay up late for work, but still a little scared. Worried about not having enough power, I brought three flashlights and two large boxes of storage batteries.

She set up the flashlight on the side, grabbed a small shovel, and digging holes everywhere.

This area is sparsely populated and separated from the dormitory building by a stinking ditch. Usually there are no students coming, but it is indeed a very safe place.

The firmament doesn't know how deep Zhou Nansong dug, only guessing her mental state at the time, she might dig a big hole. So he turned the soil carefully.

The night finally sank.

Today, the dark clouds are very heavy, and the moon has been covered by the clouds, and it can't cast any light.

The wasteland is empty and quiet, looking up, you can see the mountains in the distance forming a dark shadow, quietly occupying the horizon.

The night wind continued to shuttle between the shadows of the trees, and there was still a voice in the middle.

The light color of the flashlight slowly changes from bright to dark, and then from dark to bright after changing the battery.

When the time on the phone skipped one o'clock at midnight, the firmament finally dug out a fairly new tin box.

Panting heavily, she sat on the muddy ground regardless of her image, and opened the box.

A used digital camera is placed in the tin box, with its memory card and battery next to it. Even put a power bank intimately.

The firmament assembled the things back, tried it, and found that the remaining power was enough to turn on the camera.

After searching for so long, finally found this thing, the sky is undoubtedly excited. She clicked on the albums and opened them one by one.

There is only a series of mosaics on the screen of the live broadcast room, but the firmament can see the original photos.

In the photo, there are various entangled bodies, and the faces of the girls are clearly photographed. Some people are obviously blurred and unconscious, while others are sober, but there is pain in their sobriety.

And none of the men inside showed the part above the neck.

It's one thing to be psychologically prepared, but it's another thing to witness it with your own eyes.

The firmament was shocked by this straightforward picture and his pupils trembled, and his breathing sank.

She licked her lips, forced herself to stay calm, and buckled up to let herself see better.

From the analysis of moles, obesity, bones, and other obvious characteristics on the man's body, there should be more than five persons involved. From the picture format, it should be taken from different equipment.

It seems that they still communicate with each other internally. It may be through a chat group, or other means. Such friendly exchanges can make them feel excited.

After a continuous crime, people will become bolder and bolder until they are completely crazy.

The entertainment threshold of this group of people has been raised to a terrible point. In order to pursue excitement, they will seek new means. If they are allowed to develop, it will only result in even more irreversible results.

The firmament listened to his heart beating violently in his chest, and his unnaturally trembling hands placed the next picture regularly. When I turned to the middle, I saw Xu Manyan unexpectedly.

That young and beautiful girl with a little bit of strength at first glance is completely different in the photo.

This is the only person that the firmament is familiar with in the game. She felt very sad.

The firmament looked too fascinated, and the muddy ground with short grass around it could reduce the sound of people's footsteps. When she noticed that a black shadow appeared in the light from the flashlight, the other party was already close at hand.

The firmament shuddered all over, and the camera was put in his arms for the first time, then he turned his head quickly, and the back of his head was knocked off with a stick.

"what……"

The firmament snorted and covered the wound with one hand, while the other hand still held the camera firmly.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the sudden appearance of dark shadows through the physical tears that came out of pain.

The dim light of the flashlight illuminates the other's pale face indefinitely, and all kinds of complex emotions are condensed in the other's eyes, turning into a cold water and dripping down.

"Xiang Qingxi..." Qicang gritted his teeth, "Are you crazy?"

"Give me things." Xiang Qingxi cried more pitifully than her, pleading, "Dongyan, give me things!"

The firmament said: "You are wrong like this!"

Xiang Qingxi dropped the stick and came over to grab the things in her hand.

"Why are you still investigating? I've said that this matter is over. You will kill a lot of people like this!" Xiang Qingxi broke out with great strength, broke her fingers, and fought hard for her. "I beg you, I beg you. Give it to me!"

"If you escape, no matter how many years, fear will chase behind you." The firmament looked at her deeply and exclaimed with indescribable emotion, "Responsibility is sometimes a shackle, and it is also a redemption. You don't Go and pick it up, you can't let it go forever. Why can't you be brave now? Why can't you be brave!"

Xiang Qingxi roared: "What's the use of being brave! The first person to die won't be them, it is the swallow! Believe it or not it is the swallow! She has lost everything, she has no future! Do you know? She is all here to help me! You let her go!"

Firmament: "You are not helping her, and I am not trying to harm her. Think about it longer!"

"Ah-don't say it!" Xiang Qingxi screamed and held Qiu Cang's head and pushed it aside.

The small shovel bought by the firmament was placed nearby, because she had no strength and ran into it directly. Fortunately, the shovel was originally not sharp, but after being dug for so long by her, it carried mud and became blunt.

At this time, the firmament has no pain, but can feel the liquid falling down the forehead.

Xiang Qingxi didn't notice her situation and took the opportunity to **** the camera back.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Xiang Qingxi was vague, holding things into her arms, stepping back step by step, "I'm sorry... Dong Yan... forget it!"

The firmament opened its eyelids and watched the other party fled in a vague sight.

That back figure overlapped with the picture in her memory, and darkness fell again, and the sky hugged his head with violently trembling hands, and made a few painful moans from his throat.

After a long time, the firmament eased a little, and broke away from the sweat.

She adjusted her posture and lay on the ground, falling into a long state of daze. Suddenly, she remembered something, touched the phone on the ground, found the top contact, and dialed it.

"Di——Di——"

Electronic sounds are particularly clear in the dark.

After less than three prompts, the other party has picked up.

"Hey."

The energetic male voice instantly dispelled the cold in the dark night.

The light in Qiuqiang's eyes jumped, and muttered, "He Jueyun..."

There was a noticeable pause on He Jueyun, and then he said, "How do you call my real name? Fortunately, the game can be blocked, right?"

The firmament generally doesn't make calls, and her contact method is always SMS.

He Jueyun amplified the voice, only to hear a light breathing sound and the sound of wind coming from the microphone.

He Jueyun slowed down and asked, "Where are you?"

The firmament coughed before saying: "School."

He Jueyun quickly put on his clothes, took the key, and ran out of the room, still asking softly, "Where is the school?"

Qiongcang replied obediently: "The open space behind the dormitory."

He Jueyun: "I'll be here now, how about you?"

"Very good." The firmament's voice was muffled, "I'm tired."

He Jueyun said, "I'm here now, wait for ten minutes... Five minutes is enough, you can just talk about it... You can tell a joke, I will sacrifice it."

He didn't ask what happened in the sky, nor did he hang up the phone, just put the phone on the shelf beside him, and drove over in a fast racing car. Be patient and gentleman.

The firmament didn't speak any more. She looked at the green sign on the screen indicating that she was connected, and listened to the so-called noise, inexplicably relieved, lying on her arms and closing her eyes to rest.

·

He Jueyun climbed over the fence and dashed all the way to the back mountain, showing the best long-distance running performance in his life.

A few of the street lights in No. 1 Middle School were broken, and the light was cut off close to the back mountain, and no light source was laid in the depths. The weeds on both sides of the road grew to a height of half a meter, indistinctly, swinging up and down.

He Jueyun didn't have time to take care of the scenery, because he was running fast, his ears were full of his own rapid gasps, even overshadowing all the wind and insects in the night.

When he finally approached the location displayed on the phone, he unexpectedly saw a black figure curled up on the ground.

"Wang Dongyan?" He Jueyun held his breath, squatted down beside her, whispering her name, "Wang Dongyan?"

He gently placed his hand on the opponent's shoulder, trying to check his situation.

The black shadow moved, then got up by himself, and pressed the button in his hand to light up the phone's screen.

The light blue light of the mobile phone shone up from her chin, making her pale face even more bloodless. The hair on her forehead was glued to a piece of blood, and a red stain on the wound was slowly dripping. Come down.

Even if He Jueyun is the successor of socialism and the bearer of the torch of science, seeing this scene, he still can't help but shake.

The firmament let out a long breath: "It scares me to death."

He Jueyun: "..."

Fuck-what qualifications do you have to say such a thing? !

The firmament continued: "Just a person suddenly appeared in the night."

He Jueyun's expression gradually became ferocious.

The firmament gestured: "It's a knock on my skull."

He Jueyun: "Heh."

The firmament said in pain: "Ouch."

He Jueyun: "..."

He Jueyun patted the dirt on her body, checked her hands and feet again, and asked, "Did your feet hurt?"

The firmament said pitifully: "No."

"Then why have you been lying here?" He Jueyun cried, "Sucking moisture in the wilderness in the middle of the night? Can you lie down in this place?"

"I was so scared, my legs were soft. It's too dark here, I don't dare to go."

Qiu Tian said it very seriously, just matching her tone and expression, it will always make people think she is joking.

However, Tiancang even complained to himself: "It's like a dream, I still don't dare to move after I wake up for a long time."

He Jueyun was choked by her and couldn't say a word. He wanted to say something ridiculous, but seeing the sad eyes in the void of the sky, all the voices disappeared.

"You sit with me for a while," Qiu Cang said, "I'll stroke it first."

He Jueyun then sat down on the side, waiting for the sky's brain to resume its rotation. When he finished a game, he found that the people around him kept the same posture all the time.

The whole person is very quiet, or very numb, staring at a place blankly, not knowing what is thinking.

He Jueyun had never seen such an expression on her face. He felt that the sky should be an invincible person. Everything is under her control.

He Jueyun touched her with his shoulder and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The firmament responded slowly, "Um... the evidence was snatched."

"Yeah." He Jueyun turned sideways, dialed the broken hair from her forehead, and said, "It's okay. Isn't that the job of uncle police? What are you thinking about?"

The firmament raised its eyes and looked at him.

After a while, He Jueyun said again: "Get up. I'll take you to the hospital first."

Firmament: "I..."

He Jueyun bent down and said, "Come up with your back on your back. Don't fail to meet the conditions for suicide by then. You will die because of the wound infection first."

The firmament reluctantly said: "That's fine too."

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