After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

After working so hard for so long, the whole family is looking forward to it.

In the end, there was only half a month left, and in the last half month, the pillar collapsed.

Bai Wenyan's grandma couldn't bear the pain. When she heard the news, she hurried to the hospital on a muddy rainy day. As a result, the path in the village was slippery after dark, and she fell into a big pit. She suffered a brain hemorrhage and had no time to rescue her. When I arrived at the hospital, my body was covered in rainwater, my body was stiff, and I passed away.

Bai Wenyan is still lying in the intensive care unit, and the black-haired person is sending the white-haired person away.

His parents' shoulders were almost crushed, their heads turned gray overnight, and they were in pain.

Such a sad and tragic story, narrated by the girl in an extremely calm tone, was another kind of indescribable suffocation, like a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe.

"Who did the victims have conflicts with?"

Cheng Xuran said the names one by one.

"Who did the victim communicate with that day? What was unusual?"

The light in the interrogation room was dim, as if the lights were going out.

The girl's fingers were so pale that they were pinched, her joints were almost twisted, and she was in pain. The police officer noticed something strange about her, and his eyes fell on her hands: "Is there anyone else?"

The girl moved her lower lip without making any sound.

"You are friends. You probably don't want to see him lying in the hospital like this. The attacker is still at large. Any concealed facts may lead to a misjudgment of the case."

He said solemnly.

"It doesn't matter, don't be afraid. No matter who threatens you, you can speak out and we will protect you."

A small piece of white light outside the window flickers on and off, wandering uncertainly.

The girl's face sank into the darkness.

hoarse voice.

"And...Song Yanqing."

"Who."

"Song Yanqing.

Silence also weighs a thousand pounds.

There was a white butterfly outside the window, its wings were incomplete, it hit the glass and fell quickly.

The police took a pen to write it down and continued questioning.

"On Thursday, I accidentally saw Bai Wenyan sending WeChat messages to Song Yanqing, and Song Yanqing asked him out..."

"I didn't see what exactly was said."

Before this.

Han Pengyue's group had some interactions with Song Yanqing, but not much. Han Pengyue and the others liked to hang out with the sophomores. A few of them were Song Yanqing's friends in the sophomore year, but Song Yanqing looked down on Han Pengyue's group and never talked to them.Han Pengyue felt that he couldn't keep his face and always spoke ill of people behind their backs.

Over time, the relationship became tense.

No one expected that Song Yanqing would be involved in this matter.

……

……

"What's your name?"

"Lin Weizhen."

"How was your relationship with the victim?"

"I don't know him very well. He has a good relationship with a friend of mine."

"Who is your friend?"

"Cheng Xuran."

"Do you know these boys in the photo?"

"I know, they often beat Bai Wenyan."

"What about this?"

"Without him."

"Are you sure? He was also there that day."

"No, he wasn't there. He was with me that day."

"Classmate, there will be a price to pay for acting emotionally. Don't give false testimony to others because of your personal feelings. This will affect your future."

"I said, we were together that day and we were very good friends. There was no way he would hit someone."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

……

……

"Sit down, don't be nervous, we'll ask you a few questions."

Same opening remarks, different people, different thoughts.

Cheng Xuran walked out of the interrogation room, inexplicably afraid of the cold. She pulled hard on the cold zipper, clutched her cell phone, and dialed the missed calls again and again, but there was always a busy signal. (End of chapter)