Inside the ward, a teenage girl lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with a haggard face, like a flower about to wither.

The female nurse handed two pages of paper to Song Yun, "This is the victim's medical examination report."

Song Yun took it and quickly looked through it, only to find that it only contained the medical examination results and no identification information of the victim.

"You don't even know your name and age?" Song Yun asked in a low voice.

The female nurse shook her head, "Nothing to say. I haven't found any identification information yet."

Song Yun understood and nodded to the nurse, "I understand. You can go out first. I want to talk to her alone."

The female nurse turned around and left without hesitation. Captain Hu had said that after Song Zhizhi came, everything would be under her arrangement.

Song Yun sat down beside the bed and looked at the young woman lying in a daze.

Several hours had passed since she came in, and the woman still had no reaction. There was no life in her eyes. She seemed to be looking at the ceiling, but in fact she was not looking at anything.

"Want to die?" Song Yun asked.

The woman did not respond.

"I've seen your medical report. You should be married and have a child. Is it a boy or a girl?"

The woman still didn't respond.

"If she were a girl, would you want a demon to be around her? He would harm you, others, and even your children."

The woman's eyelashes trembled, and then her body began to shake, as if she was in some kind of panic.

Song Yun held the woman's hand. "Don't be afraid. You're safe now. No one can hurt you. But if that demon isn't brought to justice, he'll continue to harm others. There will be many more victims like you."

The woman closed her eyes, her body trembling even more violently, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

"If you're not even afraid of death, what else are you afraid of? Even if you die, you can't die in such a cowardly way. Don't you want revenge? Why should the person who hurt you live freely in this world? The one who should die is the one who hurt you, not you."

"It's clearly someone else's fault, yet you insist on punishing yourself. If you died like this, who do you think would be the happiest person?"

If you die like this, who will be the happiest person?

Perhaps these words pierced the woman's heart. She suddenly opened her eyes, with an intense hatred in them.

Yes, if she died, it would just be what those people wanted.

Now that she's dead, will those promises still count? Will they really take good care of her daughter?

Impossible, impossible.

Her daughter didn't have a good life when she was alive, so how could she live a good life after she died?

For the first time, the woman turned her head and looked at the woman sitting beside the bed, speaking softly to her, but every word she said pierced her heart.

Only then did I realize that this female officer was wearing a military uniform. She was very pretty and had a nice voice. Unlike some people, she was always impatient or sarcastic when talking to her.