Shekh didn't give him an answer; she was in a bad mood because of the mud and didn't want to talk.

The sound of water came from inside the door. Shi Jinzhe moved away from the doorway and returned to the bedside. He opened the yellowed envelope, inside which, besides the letter, there was also an ID card.

The person pictured above is a 26-year-old woman named Qin Jingyu, whose address is in the city, not Shaojia Village.

After looking at the ID card, Shi Jinzhe opened the letter again and began to read it.

I, Qin Jingyu, am reporting, under my real name, a charity organization and its founder, Shao Dong, for using charity as a pretext to deceive and coerce underage girls.

I came to Shaojia Village two years ago to participate in a volunteer teaching program, and later volunteered to stay, officially becoming an English teacher at the Love and Care School. During these two years, I discovered that the Love and Care Charity organization has repeatedly used the pretext of organizing volunteer activities to harm minors.

To the best of my knowledge, they engaged in sexually induced and coercive acts against 12 minors. And 12 is only the number I can confirm. Due to various factors, there are many more victims I do not know about. The oldest of these children is 16 years old and the youngest is 11 years old.

The so-called volunteers were actually clients of prostitutes who had financial dealings with Shao Dong. They repeatedly assaulted these girls, causing irreparable physical and psychological harm.

Beneath their glamorous facade, countless donations from well-meaning people have become tools for them to amass wealth and gain a good reputation.

As a person with a conscience, I cannot stand idly by. I strongly urge the relevant departments to take punitive measures as soon as possible, restore justice to charity, and give these girls the fair treatment they deserve.

Whistleblower: Qin Jingyu.

Date: September 16, 2020.

Beneath the letter was a record of the dates the girls suffered persecution, which included Lin Xiaohe's name.

The 12 signed names and red handprints are all witnesses who voluntarily appeared on this letter.

Shi Jin folded the letter and held it tightly in his hand. The appearance of the letter confirmed his previous guess.

Charity is being used as a pretext to harm women, and Shao Dong, who appears to be a good-natured person, is an accomplice who is fueling this problem.

Lin Xiaohe's death was not accidental; she was silenced.

Shi Jin folded the letter and repackaged it. Now there's still one thing to resolve: if Lin Xiaohe was silenced by Shao Dong or the charity workers, how did they find out about this?

And that English book that was open in the classroom on the first floor, could it be related to Qin Jingyu? And is she still alive as the whistleblower?

Shi Jin sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit tired after not sleeping all night. In this exhausted state, the sound of breaking glass coming from the bathroom suddenly refreshed him.

Broken glass clattered and shattered on the ground, the sharp shards scraping against the tiled floor with a screeching sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

Shekh flung open the door with its tail, reached through the mirror, and grabbed a boy by the neck.

The boy's face turned red, and he was choked so hard he couldn't speak. He was pulled out of the small space behind the mirror and faced with the snake tail that filled the entire bathroom. Although he was shocked, he seemed to have been prepared and didn't show too much panic.

At the same time, chaotic footsteps could be heard in the corridor. Meng Chengxi knocked on the door, "Are you awake? Something happened outside. Three people died last night."

Shi Jinzhe's head throbbed at the sound of knocking, so he replied, "Wait a moment."

He walked along the wall and asked Shekh, "What's going on here? Is he the one hiding behind the mirror?"

The boy looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was not tall, and his face and hair were covered in dust. He struggled to say the words "English book".

Shekh released a finger, letting him catch his breath. "You were in the classroom yesterday, why did you run away?"

The boy stared at her snake tail, his hands gripping the seams of his pants tightly. "Can you see ghosts...?" He kept licking his lips, his whole body trembling with tension. "I...I think..."

Perhaps it was the intense tension that made the boy a little emotional, but before he could say two words, tears welled up in his eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and just as they were about to fall onto Sheikh's hand, she suddenly let go and pulled her hand back.

The boy fell to the ground with a thud, the shards of mirror on the ground pressing against his skin. He only paused for a moment before immediately getting up and going to Lashekh.

Shekh dodged in time, turned and swam behind Shi Jin, using him as a dust shield.

Shi Jinzhe casually took the boy's hand and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to talk to you, I want to talk to her." The boy said stubbornly.

Listening to the noisy discussion outside the door, Shi Jinzhe knew that with such poor soundproofing, if the boy spoke here at the door, the people outside would definitely hear him.

He stepped forward and peered into the compartment behind the mirror. It was very narrow inside, probably containing some kind of pipe that had been left during construction.

The boy was thin and could hide inside, but he definitely couldn't get in. We'd have to find another way to interrogate him.

He knocked on the door from the inside, and after receiving a response from Meng Chengxi outside, Shi Jinzhe opened the door halfway and said, "Come in."

Meng Chengxi quickly stepped inside and saw the boy kneeling on the ground. He thought to himself that there really was someone inside; he had thought he had misheard.

Shi Jinzhe locked the door: "He was pulled out from the hidden compartment behind the mirror. Please tie him up and tell me what happened outside."

“Okay.” Meng Chengxi took out a rope, lifted the boy up and gagged him, then twisted his hands behind his back and began to tie him up. While tying him up, his mouth was also busy.

“Three people died: the two men in the third room on the left and Xu Jialu. Their deaths were all more gruesome than the last. One of the men had something pierce his chest, leaving his chest cavity empty. The other had all his bones shattered into pieces.”

Meng Chengxi shook his head with a hopeless look, "You didn't see it. The bones in his body pierced through his skin and flesh and were crushed outside his body. It was like he was in a paper shredder."

Shi Jinzhe: "..."

There's really no need to describe it in such detail; it would only worsen his psychological trauma from Sheikh, especially since the murderer is standing right next to him, looking completely calm.

He shifted the topic to the next victim: "What about Xu Jialu? Wasn't she in the same room as Xie Man?"

"Xu Jialu is in an even worse situation."

Last night, Meng Chengxi heard a wail and thought someone had died, but it turned out that only one person had a chance to cry out.

"She died in the bathroom. At least the man was still whole, but she was completely shattered into pieces. Not only that, but someone had scratched the word 'death' all over her body with their fingernails."

"...She wasn't shattered into pieces, so how did you see the word 'death' on her body?"

“It’s human skin.” Shekh turned her neck, surveying from the foot of the bed to the doorway. She asked Shi Jinzhe, “Who came last night?”

Upon hearing her question, Meng Chengxi suddenly realized and said, "Oh right, and your room, there were noises all night last night, was it a ghost knocking on the door?"