Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 39 Ghost Hotline - Serial Murder Case 19
The first suicide note Bian Qingyu read was from Qu Li.

【I am Qu Li, 24 years old, hello everyone.】

Before this, I always thought I had a lot to say, I wanted to shout, I wanted to curse, I wanted to cry, I wanted to curse Peng Siyan and his group, but when I picked up the pen, I hesitated for a long time and didn't know what I wanted to write.

I paused until midnight, and at the last moment, the first people I thought of were Chen Yingying and Wei Ting. They were so miserable; compared to them, I was actually doing relatively well.

But there is no difference in severity.

I thought I had made it through on my own, and I got into a university in a big city. I heard that Peng Siyan had settled in Haicheng. We were separated by the city and would never cross paths again. I tried to forget and worked hard to make money. I thought there would be a bright future.

But I saw him again that day.

Jumping off a building is a way to end your life simply by acting impulsively and jumping, as long as the building is tall enough. That's why I chose this method.

I am 24 years old, the oldest known victim. I will be the first.

Wei Ting, you are still very young. Don't die unless absolutely necessary.

After reading it, Bian Qingyu's voice was choked with sobs.

But she pulled off the first sheet of paper and started reading the second one.

This is Chen Yingying's suicide note.

I am Chen Yingying, you don't need to remember my name or what I look like.

There's nothing to say. I've prayed for death many times. I had a premonition that I wouldn't survive this year. If my death can have some effect, that's already something to be happy about.

Being able to take Feng Yang away was an unexpected bonus. The moment I stabbed him in the chest was the most exhilarating moment I'd experienced in years. I could finally walk with my head held high again.

But if possible, I'd prefer to die alone.

Even on their deathbeds, they still hoped that others could live.

The air in the interrogation room was thick with smoke, suffocating people and bringing tears to their eyes.

Bian Qingyu's tears fell on the interrogation table, deliberately avoiding the papers.

"The third letter was from Wei Ting. You all want to ask me why I went to see her before she died, right? I went to persuade her not to sacrifice herself."

The deaths of the first three people have already garnered enough attention; Wei Ting is fortunate to be alive.

“But she refused, because Jiang Zhixin and Zhang Jie actually came to her after seeing the news online, and she said it was a good opportunity.”

Therefore, there was a hastily added passage in Wei Ting's suicide note, written in illegible handwriting.

I am Wei Ting.

My grandmother was killed by Jiang Zhixin and his gang. I want to be the first to die, to die a gruesome death, a dramatic death, so everyone will see. I'm not afraid of being judged; I just want the murderers to pay with their lives. I bet after this blows up, some people will say that even if Jiang Zhixin and his gang pay with their lives, it doesn't have to be so horrific. I don't think it's anything horrific; we were already struggling to keep going.

Goodbye.

Sister, I saw the news online. Why is it that I'm the one who survived? Sister Xue Jing should have been fourth. I'm sorry to waste your kindness, but this is a good opportunity. Jiang Zhixin must die.

The first three suicide notes were very short; the remaining few pages were all written by Xue Jing.

Bian Qingyu took a few more deep breaths, barely managing to suppress her sobs, and her expression softened.

"Xue Jing is the most capable person among us. When she was bullied, she could pretend to be crazy to intimidate Wan Lei, transfer schools, write novels to earn money after entering university, and plan to travel all over the country after graduation. Actually, it was Xue Jing who suggested that I study law. She said that maybe one day I could find a clause in the law that could protect us, so that our situation wouldn't happen to other girls. She has persuaded many people. Many of the younger victims initially had strong suicidal thoughts, and it was she who persuaded them to live..."

Even within vulnerable groups, there are relatively less vulnerable individuals. For many in the mutual aid radio station, Xue Jing is like a flickering streetlamp.

But in the end, besides Chen Yingying and Wei Ting, she was the one with the strongest will to die.

The suicide note was unfolded, and Bian Qingyu tried her best to turn her head away to shed tears, but two tears still stained the letter.

The interrogation room was very quiet, so every word she read aloud could be heard clearly.

Hello everyone, I am Xue Jing, the mastermind behind this series of suicides.

By the time I read this letter, our plan should have succeeded, and I should be dead.

The plan wasn't complicated. A few people with severe depression couldn't go on living, but they were really unwilling to give up, so they came up with a scam to let everyone know what we had been through and what kind of beasts Peng Siyan and his group were.

It all started about six months ago when I heard Chen Yingying's story on a mutual aid mini-program. In areas where victims congregate, stories of suffering are everywhere, but her experience was extraordinary because Feng Yang's behavior had crossed the line. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I had gone through that. I didn't know how to persuade her to look forward, so I could only cautiously chat with her, along with Sister Qu Li, to find a way to break through.

Then we discovered that Feng Yang actually knew Peng Siyan and Wan Lei. This also implicated Jiang Zhixin, Peng Shuai, and Zhang Jie.

That was a very painful moment for us, realizing that the people who hurt us had formed a gang and were continuously hurting more and more people.

People in the group were indignant, and I suggested that they call the police and bring that group of people down to the ground and sentence them all.

However, after calming down and thinking it over, we sadly realized that soft violence harassment does not involve murder, so they are unlikely to be sentenced, and those who report it to the police will only receive more vicious retaliation.

Soft violence and harassment—this is a term we only learned many years after suffering harm. Some victims didn't even have time to understand the meaning of this term or clearly describe what they had suffered before they were driven insane by soft violence and harassment. Before Jiang Zhixin joined, Peng Siyan and his accomplices used this method to harm girls: harassment, instigation, verbal provocation, mental oppression, instilling fear, paranoia, and self-doubt, ultimately causing them to develop mental illness and submit to further persecution out of fear.

Peng Siyan didn't kill anyone; the harm he caused Qu Li was merely "an excessive sexual interest between boyfriend and girlfriend." Feng Yang also didn't kill anyone; there was "no evidence" for his assault and online loan allegations. Wan Lei's stalking and intimidation of me were all just talk; I was overthinking it. Zhang Jie and Jiang Zhixin were involved in murder, but Wei Ting's grandmother died of a heart attack, and there was no conclusive evidence that it was caused by Jiang Zhixin's intimidation. They are too cunning; we can't win the worldly revenge we deserve.

The more I think about it, the more distressed I become. There are too many victims. The people I desperately try to save and retain will break down again as soon as those perpetrators show up. Even someone as brave as Sister Qu Li can't escape it.

I'm in so much pain. Seeing them break down makes me break down too. I think, why? Why are we the ones hiding? Is living in the shadows, covering our faces, really living a good life? The only thing that can save us is seeing those evildoers get their just deserts, but do we even have a chance to wait until that day? Do we have to wait until they kill even more people before they're punished?
We probably won't live to see them. So I think, maybe we should do what Wei Ting suggested and kill them.

(End of this chapter)