Double A sequelae

"You mean that the teacher in your school sexually assaulted you?" The policeman on duty was about a man in his 40s, with a notebook slumped in front of his desk, with a cold expression, "Which teacher? Did it really sexually assault you? Or was it just obscene? "

The lights in the interview room were blindingly bright.

Shi Feifei lowered her head, not daring to look directly at the policeman.She pinched her palm, and after a while said with difficulty: "It's He Jianbai, our math teacher."

It's obviously not my fault, why should I be shamed?Why do I feel like I did something wrong.

No, this is wrong, Shi Feifei thought.

She is not wrong.

It was He Jianbai who was wrong.

She suddenly raised her head, looked directly into the eyes of the policeman, and said word by word: "It was sex/assault, it was he who violated/assaulted me."

The policeman lowered his head and wrote a few strokes. He stared at the little girl in front of him, "Can you tell me about the process at that time?"

"How did he sexually/assault you?"

"Did you take off all your clothes? Did you take off all of your clothes or just the bottom?"

"Did you resist?"

"It's so late, why did you go to such a remote place with a grown man?"

"Do you remember what he said?"

One after another, questions were thrown at Shi Feifei like a mountain, she only remembered that the shadow of the monster on the ground swallowed him whole.

Her school uniform skirt is like sea water, a wave hits the past, and the moon shatters into thousands of petals.

"I don't know, I don't know." Shi Feifei covered her ears and screamed, "I don't remember."

The police turned a deaf ear to this and said sternly: "You have to remember, this is very important to us."

"Evidence is very important." Jian Fan wiped his hands and observed He Jianbai's room. "We can't let those girls cause secondary harm."

Therefore, he has to come to find the evidence himself.

Instead of letting them open their bloody hearts time and time again.

"But what can he really find at home? Will he put things at home?" Qi Jue held an iron rod in his hand, and kicked He Jianbai who was lying on the ground and passed out in disgust, "Fuck, I really want to give him something stick."

"Stop making trouble," Jian Fan raised his eyelids and glanced at Qi Jue, "Go to the second floor and have a look, I'll check if there is a basement or something."

Qi Jue glared at He Jianbai bitterly, walked quickly a few steps, and stuffed the iron rod into Jian Fan's hand, "You take this."

"Why?" Jian Fan looked at him in confusion.

Qi Jue said: "Self-defense, what if this dog sneaks up on you again?"

Jian Fan's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "It was just an accident."

"I don't care," Qi Jue said, "If I hadn't come quickly, this idiot would have caught your hand."

Fortunately, no encounter.

Otherwise, He Jianbai wouldn't just faint.

His hands must be chopped off by him.

"Okay," Jian Fan took the iron rod and said compromised, "I'll take it."

Only then did Qi Jue smile, and halfway up the stairs, he thought of something and turned around suddenly.

Jian Fan looked at him suspiciously,

Qi Jue: "Do you think we are breaking into private houses?"

Jian Fan: "He invited me before, so it's not trespassing." He paused, "Besides, we're here to ask questions. Is it trespassing when a student asks the teacher a question?"

"It doesn't count," Qi Jue said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, pointing at He Jianbai who was on the ground, "So, the question asked for advice went to the ground?"

Jian Fan put on his gloves, pressed on the wall, and said indifferently, "This is self-defense."

Qi Jue: "..."

Correct.

Just something is wrong.

Master Qi couldn't figure it out, so he had to go to the second floor with questions to think about it.

Jian Fan wandered around the living room and found nothing special, so he lowered his head and thought.

A person like He Jianbai, who looks like a dog on the surface, must care a lot about what others think of him.

He can show off with his friends for many years, but he doesn't want others to know, but he is not willing to let his prey pass without a trace, so he will definitely keep something.

So, where will it be?

The bedroom is a private place, Jian Fan walks in with strides, looking at the big bed, neat and clean desk, all the things in the room can be seen at a glance, those things will not be placed here.

Because you can see it as soon as you open your eyes, this is not a pleasant thing. He wants to look through it when he misses it, instead of seeing it when he opens and closes his eyes.

Jian Fan walked out of the bedroom, and opened the small door on the innermost side with his hands. Looking at the decoration of the door and the size of the room, it should be a study or something.

He unscrewed the door and stepped in.

The room is not too small, just enough to accommodate a four-meter-wide cabinet. The door of the cabinet is transparent, and the things inside can be seen clearly.

There are also engraved words on both sides of the bookcase.

On the left: the Golden House.

On the right is: Yan Ruyu.

What a gentle name.

It's just that the things inside have ruined the fragrance of the book.

It is full of underwear, socks, and shoes worn by girls.

There are also some traces on the clothes and pants.

These are all evidences, but... Jian Fan didn't feel the mood that evidence should have.

His face was as frosty as autumn, and he clenched his fists tightly. He didn't want to read any more, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Qi Jue was about to go downstairs at this moment, when he heard the bell, he stepped down the stairs: "Hey, my deskmate, what's wrong?"

"You found it? Well, I'll just..." Qi Jue turned and stood on the ladder. Before he finished speaking, his black eyes shrank suddenly. He Jianbai, who was knocked out by him just now, woke up at some point.

Jian Fan turned his back to him, with the mobile phone on his ear, and he could see the white neck.

He Jianbai was one meter away from him, looking at him with dark eyes, with a knife in his hand, about to stab him.

Qi Jue felt his heart stop suddenly, and ran over almost instantly, hissing at the top of his lungs, "Jian Fan, get out of here."

When Jian Fan heard the sound, he turned his head suddenly, the cold light of the knife dazzled his eyes, he didn't even think about it, and the stick passed by.

It's just that it's a step too late.

Qi Jue's arm was cut open, and the blood couldn't stop.

Jian Fan pursed his lips into a straight line, stared at He Jianbai sharply, threw the iron bar, kicked away the bloody knife, and swung his fist directly.

One punch, two punches...

He Jianbai's face was covered in blood, and he was never in such a mess.

It was only then that Qi Jue realized that he had never used all his strength to fight with Jian Fan before. He covered his wound and said weakly, "At the same table, that's enough, stop fighting."

He was really afraid of killing people.

The blood of such a man is not worth it.

Jian Fan's face was colder than before, he caught a glimpse of Qi Jue's blood soaking his clothes from the corner of his eye, then stopped, stood up without saying a word, went into the room, took the first aid kit and came out.

He said coldly: "If you don't want to die, just stretch your arms."

Qi Jue sensed something, and leaned closer, "At the same table, are you angry?"

He Jianbai was lying on the ground with his body bowed, this time he really couldn't get up, he groaned at the side, unconscious.

Jian Fan wrapped up the wound for him, making sure that no more blood would leak, looked at Qi Jue for a while, and asked unexpectedly, "What did you call me just now?"

Qi Jue was stunned for a moment, and said vaguely: "What else can it be, at the same table."

"No," Jian Fan stared into his eyes, "I can hear you clearly, your name is Jian Fan."