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Chapter 73 Words can also be used to kill people

The news media industry in Tianmen City has always been at the leading level in the country.

There are dozens of newspapers and magazines, large and small, among which the time-honored brands can even be traced back to 30 years ago, when the national atmosphere was not open to the public.

However, due to the limitations of national living standards, the current audience of newspapers and magazines is basically limited to the circle of intellectuals, and has not been completely popularized.

Ordinary people's understanding of newspapers is only at the level where they can be used as a wall.

Qinghe Middle School only subscribes to a few of the most mainstream newspapers and magazines on the market, and they are all stored in the library.Generally, only faculty and staff can read in their free time, and most students do not have such a high level of awareness.

Therefore, the content published in the newspaper yesterday has gradually fermented and spread until today.

Someone published a specious investigation report in the newspaper, targeting Qinghe Middle School.

In the past two years, Qinghe Middle School has accommodated a large number of foreign students, a mixed bag of them.There is no problem if there are war orphans like Wang Yunxiao, or social idlers living on the streets.There are also some fallen women who were rescued from the technical work department during last year's clean-up and rectification process.

The water here is too deep, so I can't talk too much about it, I can only say that I understand everything I understand.

In the era of the previous dynasty, Tianmen City served as a land and water terminal and a maritime port. While its economy was prosperous, it also naturally spawned a large number of gray industries.

It is said that ABC does not separate families, and industry A was a legal business with a long history in the old days. It was not only huge in scale, but also very profitable.

Even in later generations, there are still many people who chant the slogan that I and the Metropolitan Governor are incompatible with each other every day, and they have a quite tolerant attitude towards this.

But few people know, or can understand, the kind of exploitation and oppression that technical workers in this industry endure.

Many of the girls accepted by Qinghe Middle School are not even old enough to attend junior high school. Not to mention attending classes and studying, they even have trouble going to the cafeteria to get food.

But there is no way, the conditions are this, and they can only be arranged uniformly in the first grade class.

This group of girls usually behaves very introverted, has low self-esteem, and does not like to communicate with others.The past was the nightmare they least wanted to recall.

However, as we all know, the weaker you are these days, the easier it is to be bullied. Some people like to kick the good leg of a lame person.

Before the clean-up and rectification campaign was over, an elegant man published an article in a newspaper, expressing his grievances in thousands of Chinese words for the vast number of lonely and empty male compatriots, and shouting that such perverse actions were harmful to the country and the people.At the same time, he sneered at the policy of rescuing and rehabilitating delinquent women, quoting scriptures, and alluding to President Xi Chen, which caused the collapse of etiquette and the collapse of the country...

Then there is no more.

No matter the person or the topic.

Now this matter has been uncovered again and published in newspapers.This time the author seems to have learned from the lessons of his predecessors and did not criticize directly, but adopted a more euphemistic narrative method.

He first praised the two rounds of rectification actions last year, and then changed the subject and mentioned that the police department seemed to have not taken any similar actions since this year.If the New Deal cannot be maintained for a long time, it is inevitable that old evils will return and the sediment will rise.

Then, in the tone of a friend of the author, he told about Xiao Yuxiu, the signature Qinghuan who had just been brought out by Hong Nuan Pavilion. How charming that girl was, like clear water hibiscus and pink cardamom...

Such a peerless beauty should have been the focus of everyone's attention, but she disappeared and was unknown to everyone.

Now when I see him by chance, his complexion is sallow, his eyes are dull, his expression is dazed, and he doesn't know what kind of inhuman treatment he has endured.Our reporter wanted to find out what was going on, but was stopped by the bully, who broke his camera and suffered a bloody head...

It's so pitiful, sad, hateful, and deplorable!

There is not a single word mentioned in the article about Qinghe Middle School, but it alludes to Qinghe Middle School everywhere, accusing the principal of being too high-minded, accusing the school of being overstaffed, accusing the students of being morally corrupt, accusing the new government...

All in all, this school sucks and is hopeless!

After getting the newspaper and reading this article, Chen Yan was filled with questions.

She knew about Wang Yunxiao snatching the camera, but who was Xiao Yuxiu?

Is there anyone like this in the school?

"Do you feel it's strange?" "...It's a little bit."

Chen Yanxin said that she didn’t know what the central idea the author wanted to express. Apart from rolling over and over again to make people feel disgusting, she didn’t see the specific purpose of this article at all.

"What if this little Yuxiu is you?"

"Me? When will I..."

"The facts are not important. You can be Xiao Yuxiu in the story, or you can transform into the chaste and virtuous woman they praise. If you hold the pen in the hands of others, they can make you whatever they want you to be."

Nurse Xiao Liu took back the newspaper and said softly: "If you cannot face your own heart and clarify your position. If you allow others to distort and tamper with it, you will only encounter a more terrible tragedy."

Chen Yan still couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence until that night.

The sudden heart palpitations made her sit up from the bed in a daze, and groped out of the door in the dark.

As soon as I reached the door of the toilet, I bumped into a pair of cold feet.

Chen Yan woke up instantly. When she looked up, she saw a girl hanging by her neck from the beam, her stiff body swaying...

At that moment, her mind went blank.

…………

The little gourd was sleeping soundly when someone suddenly lifted the quilt and dragged him from the bed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was dark, and the eyes of the person in front of me were flashing with faint will-o'-the-wisps. I was almost frightened to the point of cardiopulmonary arrest.

"Come save people!"

Chen Yan didn't say any more nonsense. She patted Xiao Hulu's face with a wet towel dipped in cold water and pulled her out of the dormitory.

A body lay in the corridor.

"I...who is this?"

Little Hulu's face turned pale with fright. Who would be sleeping in the middle of the night and not be afraid of being pulled up and seeing this scene?

"I don't know, let's see if we can save him first!"

"This is getting cold!"

"I saw that her soul has not yet left her body! She can still be saved!"

"Then send him to the infirmary immediately!"

"I can't carry it!"

Carrying a living person and carrying a dead person are two different things. Chen Yan pressed Xiao Gourd's shoulders and said quickly: "Didn't you learn first aid in class today? Try to rescue him first, and I'll go find the teacher!"

After saying that, she ran away without looking back.

The little gourd was left standing there shivering.

"Then how to fix this?"

Xiao Gourd's whole body was numb. She learned first aid, not seduction... After thinking about it, she gritted her teeth, leaned down and climbed onto the corpse's chest, and listened for a few seconds.

My heart stopped!Save the egg!
She crawled back to the dormitory, took out the textbook, turned to the middle, silently recited two mantras, held the end of the pencil, aimed at the heart of the corpse and stabbed it hard.

(End of this chapter)