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Among the countless angry cursing lines, there were several "supposedly" lines.

[I have a classmate in that school, and I heard from him that a girl was bullied to the point of committing suicide, and she has been dead for several days]

【I have a relative who was a janitor at that school. I heard that one of them died a few years ago and was forced to commit suicide. The girl was pretty and her father ran a factory.I also heard that after the girl died, her mother went crazy, and her sister became crazy.

【I heard from a friend that after the sister's condition improved and returned to China, her father didn't know what happened in the school and sent her to that school again.She is also having a hard time, being bullied together with the girl who committed suicide. 】

There are several Weibo posts like this. Lu Ting is sure that the person who said these words is Jiao Shushu's student at the school. Maybe he felt uneasy when he saw Miao Xin's death, or he just thought the matter was not big enough and wanted to add another one. fire.

Finally, someone below mentioned the name of the school: [The school where the accident happened is the Scorching Sun Noble School, most of them are children from rich families, and a very small number of them are students who received scholarships and were poached from other places to support their appearance.The student who committed suicide was Miao Xin, a student from Class [-], Class [-], and she was bullied together with a girl named Jiao Shushu. 】

When Lu Ting quit this Weibo, its likes and retweets had already exceeded a thousand, and its popularity was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Gui looked at the TV with gloomy eyes, "The extreme darkness cannot be covered."

Yes, you think you can always hide under the appearance of innocence, but in fact, since the day you committed the crime, you have been walking on the verge of being swallowed by the light.

Those who commit crimes can never truly stay out of it.

Lu Ting moved a little closer to the man, and through the thin cloth on his body, he could still feel the coldness emanating from the man.Knowing that the little uncle didn't have a mobile phone, he moved the screen a little and watched it together.

Lu Ting swiped the screen and said, "The one who contributed to Wang Pengze must be a student of the school. Do you think it is Jiao Shushu?"

Lin Gui glanced at him, "You want to order me around again?"

Lu Ting pursed his lips, and held the man's hand with both hands.Lin Gui seemed to have been scalded, and suddenly withdrew his hand, warning the other party to be more honest.

Lu Ting shrugged and went back upstairs to take out the clay shackles.

The soil in the flower pot in front of the little uncle is different from ordinary soil. It is obviously moist to the touch, but after the handshake is finished, his hands are clean.After breaking up and gathering again, the soil can stick tightly to each other, like a round ball.

Not long after the willow branches and peach trees were put together, a ghost was thrown in from the window by Lin Gui's vine.

Whatever Lu Ting asked, he would answer honestly.

After finishing helping the spirit, Lu Ting fell into deep thought. The revelation had nothing to do with Jiao Shushu and Miao's parents. Could it be that Miao Xin himself contributed the manuscript?He sent a message to ask Wang Pengze, and Wang Pengze replied that the submission was sent to his private message this morning.

At that time, Miao Xin was already dead.

You have seen the topic of campus violence a lot, but this is the first time you have seen something as vile as the Scorching Sun Noble School.

The night passed, and the heat didn't drop at all.

The members of the scorching sun school board were furious, scolded the principal, and ordered him to spend money to delete Weibo.

Reposts sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and I couldn't restrain it at all.

The headmaster begged his grandpa to sue his grandma, and found a lot of people. Every time he deleted a few posts, more would pop up, as if someone was against him.

Wang Pengze looked at the private messages on Weibo, and the computer screen reflected his face blue. The person who asked to delete the post finally found him.

The Wang family is not short of money, as long as his parents are happy with him, it doesn't matter even if it hurts him.

The finger holding the mouse flicked, moved the mouse, and blocked the opponent.Then draw a sum of money from the card, let the person who receives the money figure it out, and send out as many microblogs as the Scorching Sun Noble School deletes.

After finishing these, he reported the matter to Lu Ting.

Lu Ting asked: [The person who sent you a private message is someone from the school. 】

Wang Pengze: [It should be that the Sunshine Noble School was greatly affected by the violence. My parents heard from friends that the Sunshine School Council held an emergency meeting, but it still failed to curb the development of the situation.Many parents are afraid that their children will be treated in the same way and propose to change schools. 】

[Brother Lu. 】Wang Pengze quickly sent another sentence, 【Why are you interested in this matter? 】

It stands to reason that Lu Ting has nothing to do with the Scorching Sun School matter, but judging from the other party's words, he paid a lot of attention to the whole matter.Wang Pengze quickly wondered if there was something wrong with the student who committed suicide.

This matter is considered half-closed by the police, Lu Ting revealed: 【Suicide may not be the end. 】

Listen, hear how philosophical this is!

Wang Pengze was gearing up at the other end. He was sure that this was another supernatural event!Immediately cheered up, re-entered the private message, and found the message that was originally submitted.

He sent the other party's account number to a friend, and the precise IP address was quickly found on the other end. The location is quite far from his home, and it is the oldest district among several urban areas.Wang Pengze thought, it would be best if he could interview the person involved instead of trying his luck.

After all, under the control of the public opinion of Scorching Sun School, many sailors said that the incident was fabricated.

He has always been an activist, he did what he said, and he drove away from home in a short time and went straight to the old district.

At this time, it was already past dinner time, and the night shrouded the sky. Because of the age of the community, the street lights were broken.Wang Pengze entered the unit building according to the address provided by his friend. As soon as he went up to the third floor, he heard voices coming from above.

The person who spoke was a man with a low voice, "80 is too little, I can give you 100 million, that's the most. Do the math, when can you make enough money by killing and selling fish as a couple. Children Everyone is very sad after death, but people have to look forward, and they can't stay where they are. I heard that your market is very competitive, and your small stalls can't compete with big businesses. With this money, you can expand your business. It can also be passed on to the next child."

"The next child?" It was another man, his voice hoarse.

Wang Pengze took out the camera, stretched the lens, and took pictures from the bottom up.Through the lens, he saw a man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes, and a haggard man in shorts and sweatshirt.

The haggard man was irritated and roared: "We won't have another child, Xinxin is our only child! Take your filthy money and get out, and don't even think about what you asked me to say! You scorching sun shelters campus violence|force, you are not upright, and you will suffer retribution sooner or later!"

The man with glasses wanted to say something, but his chest was pushed hard, and immediately after, the iron door closed heavily in front of his eyes.

He dusted off the touched clothes, spat, and cursed: "What are you pretending to do, it's just because you think you have too little money! One million is not enough, I think you are fucking poor and crazy!"

The man in glasses seemed to change his face. When he took out his mobile phone to make a call, his contemptuous face immediately turned into a smile.

"Hey, principal, I have seen people. They don't want to, because they think the money is low. See if you can add more."

"Yes, I know that there is already a lot of money, but the person surnamed Miao is not willing."

Wang Pengze shrank his shoulders and tried to hide himself as much as he could.He frowned and murmured to himself, someone seemed to have mentioned in the comments that the dead girl was named Miao Xin.

Such a coincidence?

When he thought of the capitalists bullying others and planning to use money to settle the matter, he became angry and adjusted the focus, hoping to take a clearer picture of the man with glasses.

The man with glasses bowed and said a few words to the other end, then hung up the phone.

After knocking on the door again, the door opened quickly, with a few thumps, and the sound of unlocking came from inside.The man with glasses squeezed out a smile, his eyes blurred, and a pot of soup splashed on his face.

Mr. Miao yelled, "Get out!"

The soup contained both red oil and Chinese prickly ash. The man in glasses was so irritated that he couldn't open his eyes. He wiped his face vigorously, pointed at Mr. Miao's face and said, "You don't want to eat a toast, you'll be punished, okay, wait." on."

Wang Pengze immediately put away his camera, quickly took out a cigarette, pretended to be a resident on the third floor, and walked downstairs.

In a few seconds, the man with glasses caught up from behind. He disliked Wang Pengze's slow speed, so he bumped into Wang Pengze impatiently as he passed by.Wang Pengze is not a vegetarian either, he kicked across, and the man with glasses ate his shit and fell on the platform.

Wang Pengze: "I'm really sorry for this gentleman, it didn't hurt from the fall."

"Get out!" The man with glasses hurried back to his life, struggling to get up.It's really unlucky to get home today, and I'm going to fight with poor ghosts!

Wang Pengze lay on the low wall of the slow platform and looked down. The man in glasses took off his suit jacket cursingly, pulled off his tie, and got into a black car.

The door of the Miao family was knocked for the third time tonight.

Mr. Miao and Mrs. Miao sat opposite each other in the living room, busy making origami ingots.

When Mrs. Miao heard the knock on the door, she felt agitated and kicked her husband, telling him to send someone away.Mr. Miao went out with a fruit knife, and raised the knife in his hand after opening the door. He was stunned before he could utter his words.

"you are?"

"Reporter." Wang Pengze held up the camera bag in his hand, "I'm also the first blogger to expose violence on the campus of Jiaoyang School. My surname is Wang, just call me Xiao Wang."

Mr. Miao folded the fruit knife and looked at the young man defensively: "What do you want to do?"

"I don't have any malice, I just want to interview you. I can assure you that I am not the kind of blogger who only cares about traffic. I only speak out for justice and write the most authentic reports."

Mr. Miao blocked the door, still refusing to back down.Due to the backlight, half of his face was buried in the shadows, making the grooves on his face more obvious, and his eyes were gloomy.

Wang Pengze subconsciously wanted to back down, "It doesn't matter if you can't, I'll leave now."

"Come in." Mr. Miao stepped aside and invited people in.

Wang Pengze used to take photos with either celebrities or big bosses, and he lived in a mansion. It was the first time he entered this old house with two bedrooms and two halls. Instead of feeling warm, he felt strangely depressed.

He sat down politely, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a woman coming out of the room.

The woman leaned against the door frame, pulled herself together and asked him, "Are you a reporter?"

Wang Pengze nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

The woman approached quickly, and grabbed Wang Pengze's hand with both hands, "I know that some villains are most afraid of reporters. You have many ways to report the truth. I can tell you whatever you want, but I hope that you can expose the person behind the scenes, let him be reviled, let him experience the pain my daughter once suffered."

"Mrs. Miao..." Wang Pengze's eyes became hot from the other party's infection, and his mood became depressed. "As long as I can do it, I will do it."

Mr. Miao walked over and sat on the small wooden bench opposite, "We only learned about Miao Miao being bullied from a diary. The diary was not written for a long time, only about ten days, but Miao Miao Leave us with our last thoughts."

When the police came to investigate and collect evidence, Mr. Miao did not take out the diary. It was a relic of his daughter, and they were afraid that the police would not return it after it was taken away.

Wang Pengze was taken aback for a moment, and then Mrs. Miao got up and entered a room, and came out holding a homework book in both hands, as if it was some precious and fragile item.

It is said to be a diary, but it is actually a very ordinary, even a little old exercise book.

The English words copied on the front of the homework book, and the scrawled diary on the back.The diary recorded all her encounters for nearly a week before her death. The details of those bullying were clearly written. After reading it, Wang Pengze couldn't help cursing in his heart again.

Closing the workbook, he said, "You should hand this over to the police."

"We consulted a lawyer, and the police determined that Miao Miao committed suicide based on the wounds and fingerprints, as well as the scene. We also signed a letter agreeing to the suicide result, and the matter was concluded. And, Xiao Wang, no one's name was mentioned in the diary. Even if you hand it over to the police, they won't be able to find anything."

Mr. Miao's voice sounded very old, and every word had a sense of powerlessness.

Wang Pengze has paid attention to school violence and has checked the relevant laws. If the injured person commits suicide when he cannot bear the bullying, the perpetrator will be classified as a crime of insult, and the perpetrator will be classified as a crime of insult for less than three years.

Such punishment is simply unacceptable to parents who have lost their children.

Wang Pengze: "What do you want me to do?"

Mr. Miao said, "The school not only tried to cover up the facts, but also sent people to bribe me. I hope you will expose this matter."

"Okay." Wang Pengze agreed, but his eyes stopped on the homework, "Mr. Miao, I still think you should hand over this."

Mr. Miao rejected the police very much. He said impatiently, "Take a few photos and hand them over to the Criminal Investigation Team [-] for us."

Wang Pengze only took photos as promised, and then asked a friend to find the police team responsible for the suicide case, and sent the photos from the diary.

The person who received the photo was Qiu Shi. He was investigating a serial high-value theft case recently, so he didn't look at it much, so he printed it out and passed it on to Wang Jiahe.

Looking at the nearly distorted handwriting, Wang Jiahe seemed to be able to understand Miao Xin's despair and hatred at the beginning. He rubbed his chest, feeling very stuffy and depressed, and a strong anger surged in his chest.

He faintly sensed that his emotions were a little out of control, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he took the copy and entered Team Chen's office.

Team Chen was stunned for a long time after reading it, "Just hand it over to the physical evidence for safekeeping."

Wang Jiahe held the thin sheets of paper, angrily in his heart, and walked with the wind on the way to the physical evidence storage room. Anyone could see his grievances.

Seeing him rushing in angrily, the colleague raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter, I'm so angry."

Wang Jiahe's temper has always been very violent, and he was scolded many times by Team Chen. His colleagues didn't find it strange, but just curious.Unexpectedly, Wang Jiahe patted a few pieces of paper on the table, and asked him in a gloomy tone: "You said that a person who was evil when he was young, can he really become a good person when he grows up?"

"Well, it's hard to say." The colleague took out a new paper bag, took the copy and stuffed it in.

Wang Jiahe rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt that emotion in his chest dissipated inexplicably.The brain that was filled with anger cooled down rapidly.

Remembering that I had slapped the boss in the office just now, I broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly begged God in my heart, don't let the boss hold grudges.

The first time Wang Pengze got home, he logged on to Weibo to check the trend of public opinion.But found a newly registered account, posted a few text photos.

And those words, he had just read them before leaving Miao's house.

The public opinion that has accumulated for a day, burns quickly and blows out in the next hour.

【Do these people have no parents? I really want to go back more than ten years and strangle them all】

[Take pleasure in bullying, either a psychopath or a future murderer]

[They did not do it themselves, but handed the knife to the victim], this article received tens of thousands of likes.

Looking at Weibo, which was constantly being pushed to a higher position, Wang Pengze still felt very uncomfortable. He felt that it was not enough, and a voice kept telling him that the dead did not rest in peace, her revenge was not avenged, and she was in great pain.

Wang Pengze moved his fingers and quickly posted Miao Xin's family situation and the current situation of her parents on the Internet through text, and attached the video shot from the dark where the school sent people to buy people with money.

Early the next morning, the door of Miao's house was covered with flowers, and there were many letter papers full of comfort.

Wang Pengze did not leave the Miao family's address on Weibo, these should have been sent by the neighbors nearby.

Seeing all this, Mr. Miao's eyes immediately turned red. He thought that the world was only indifferent, only violent and unequal classes, but at this moment, he felt real warmth.

Lu Ting didn't see the content posted by Mr. Wrench until he woke up the next day.

Before he went to bed, he discovered that someone was deliberately deleting Weibo, but he didn't expect that Wang Pengze was so skillful, and the popularity increased instead of decreasing.He clicked on the video and watched it, and browsed through the comments below, all accusing the school of evading responsibility and supporting the Miao family.

In any case, it is a good thing that evil is exposed to the sun.But immediately afterwards, Lu Ting frowned when he saw those diary photos.

"Little uncle, come and take a look." Lu Ting waved to Lin Gui.

As Lin Gui approached, his gaze swept over the young man's exposed shoulders, his eyes flickered slightly, he pinched the large T-shirt with two fingers, and lifted up the collar.

The man reminded in a cold voice: "You are not the only one in this room, can you pay attention to the influence."

"Who have I influenced? Have I influenced you?" Lu Ting retorted, before the other party got angry, he put the phone in front of the man, "Look at these words."

The text is crooked, and some places have probably been stained by tears, with wrinkles and water marks.

Lu Ting took away the phone, looked into Lin Gui's eyes and said, "You can feel it too."

Lin Gui: "Yes."

Although it's just a simple photo, the handwriting seems to be alive, giving people the illusion that they can twist by themselves.Moreover, the strokes were not written with ordinary pens or ballpoint pens, but were as red as blood.

Lu Ting looked at the man's slightly white lips, and couldn't help saying: "You've been a ghost for so long, don't be too forceful, if you can't, don't hold on."

Lin Gui: "..."

Realizing that his words sounded like a curse, the young man bit his lower lip and paused, then ran into the bathroom and filled the basin with warm water.Then went downstairs and went to the garden.

The housekeeper had just put the breakfast on the table, when he saw the young man blowing into the back garden like a gust of wind, he hurriedly followed.

"Is this for picking flowers?" The housekeeper was puzzled and stepped forward to help.

Lu Ting only picked three roses. He took off the petals and pinched them in his hands as he walked upstairs. When he returned to the room, he sprinkled the petals into the washbasin and stirred them a few times with his fingers.The strong floral fragrance is tangy, well, it is compensation for saying something wrong.

"I've prepared the bath water for you. Make more bubbles and relax." The little uncle definitely doesn't like his weak side being discovered. Lu Ting ran away after speaking, thinking of Lin Gui turning into a little bud , floating in the water...

The high-cold man is really lethal when he is cute.

When they arrived downstairs, the two brothers of the Lin family were sitting at the dining table and swiping their mobile phones. Seeing that the most senior person in the family finally came downstairs, Lin Zhaochen signaled the two sons to put down their mobile phones.

He followed Lu Ting all the way to the dining table, and asked cautiously, "Uncle, won't you come down for dinner this morning?"

"He's resting."

Lin Zhaochen nodded, not wanting to disturb.

Lin Zhifeng drank two mouthfuls of porridge, couldn't help but picked up his phone, and was glared at by his elder brother.Lu Ting, who just got the phone, silently let go of it.

Lin Zhaochen hurriedly said, "Our family doesn't have so many rigid rules, so you can watch as much as you want, and don't worry about other things."

Lin Zhifeng rolled his eyes, and said to himself, Dad, you have double standards!Relying on Lu Ting's "leading by example", he also turned on the phone again and discussed with the young man opposite.

"Lu Ting, have you seen Miao Xin's diary?" When Lin Zhifeng said the word Miao Xin, he gritted his molars tightly, suppressing the desire to swear.

Lu Ting turned the phone over so that the screen was facing Lin Zhifeng, "What kind of writing do you see?"

Lin Zhifeng frowned, "Writing in black pencil."

Lu Ting moved the phone to Lin Zhiyan's eyes again, "Brother, what did you see?"

As soon as the clear handwriting came into his eyes, Lin Zhiyan felt a little irritable in his heart. After reading two more words, he even felt an indescribable anger.He restrained his emotions and asked for facts: "It's the same as the second child, writing with pencil."

"Mr. Lin, what about you?"

Lin Zhaochen was called out, subconsciously sat up straight, took the reading glasses from the housekeeper and put them on.Every word and sentence is like weeping blood, and there is a strong resentment in the plain narrative.

Lin Zhaochen rubbed his chest, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.He took off his glasses and said to Lu Ting: "The writing is written in black pencil, but the handwriting is messy. Those who write these diaries must be very sad."

Lu Ting went to ask the housekeeper and a few aunts again, and their answers were the same as those of Lin's father and son.

This shows that what ordinary people see is only the surface.But what he and Lin Gui saw was hidden behind the words, the essence condensed from resentment and hostility.