Chapter 117 The Nightmare of No Return
Zhang Weijie specifically targets female students from impoverished families who are timid, feigning to offer them scholarships while secretly revealing his true, sinister nature.
He used the excuse of reviewing funding applications and expressing gratitude to ask the girls he was helping to have meals with him and talk to him, gradually testing their limits.
If the other party hesitates or refuses, Zhang Weijie threatens to cancel the funding.
These impoverished girls cherish the opportunity to study; without financial aid, their families would not allow them to attend school.
It will only make them go out to work, get married, and exchange for dowries.
Therefore, many girls chose to compromise.
Even more appalling is that Zhang Weijie would secretly record indecent videos with his mobile phone.
The girls came from remote mountainous areas and had no one to rely on. They dared not report to the police or tell their families, and could only let him do as he pleased.
Zhang Weijie's misdeeds go far beyond this.
He not only violated these innocent girls himself, but also used these videos as resources to show off to certain bosses with special fetishes, and even acted as a go-between to force the victims to provide sexual services to these powerful and wealthy people.
His scholarship program was nothing more than a carefully woven trap, plunging one desperate girl after another into the abyss.
They used charity as a front for pimping.
Lu Yao wanted to burn these disgusting videos and photos, but reason told her she couldn't; she had to preserve the evidence.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her surging killing intent.
She cast a spell, and all the filthy files were copied to her phone, while all cloud backups were locked.
Zhang Weijie finally struggled to get up, and when he saw that all the evidence against him had been found on the computer screen, his face turned ashen.
"How...how could you possibly open it?"
He trembled as he tried to crawl to grab the computer, but Lu Yao stepped on his back hard.
"Don't worry," Lu Yao sneered at the terrified Zhang Weijie, "your work will appear where it belongs, in court."
As she spoke, she called the police.
"You like taking photos?"
She pulled out her phone, pointing the camera at this hypocrite: "Now, it's your turn to be the main character."
Lu Yao made a hand seal with her fingertips, and a golden light, like a sharp blade, sliced through the air, the invisible knife cutting through Zhang Weijie's clothes one cut at a time.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
Zhang Weijie screamed hysterically, his hands futilely trying to cover himself.
But those invisible blades moved with precision, tearing him to shreds in the blink of an eye, leaving him covered in blood and even his underwear torn to shreds.
He huddled under the desk, his belly trembling, blood trickling down his wound like a hairless pig about to be slaughtered.
Lu Yao watched coldly, her camera steadily pointed at the beast.
"How about I make a movie about you? How about calling it 'The True Colors of Beasts'?"
Such a wonderful performance, it would be a shame not to share it.
However, she would never use her own account to post such offensive content.
Lu Yao smirked and sent the video files to Gu Jing, instructing her to find online trolls to post them online.
The sirens grew closer, and Lu Yao took one last look at Zhang Weijie, who was huddled in the corner, trembling.
"Guess what, when the police find the transaction records on your phone, will your clients protect you, or..."
She deliberately left a meaningful pause, and Zhang Weijie collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
The police and Gu Jingyou and her group arrived at almost the same time.
The police quickly brought the scene under control, but after listening to Lu Yao's account, the faces of several young officers turned ashen.
A policewoman gripped her notebook tightly, her knuckles turning white, clearly suppressing her anger.
Lu Yao walked to Gu Jing's side and asked in a low voice, "What kind of sentence will the law give to a beast like him?"
Gu Jing immediately contacted the company's legal counsel.
After hearing the lawyer's reply, her expression changed from shock to anger.
“Fifteen years… at most twenty years.” She said the number almost through gritted teeth. “The lawyer said that if we hire a better defense team, the sentence might be reduced.”
Lu Yao's brows furrowed deeply.
She watched Zhang Weijie being led away by the police. He seemed to have overheard their conversation, and a look of relief and joy appeared on his face.
A cold glint flashed in Lu Yao's eyes.
She quickly formed a hand seal, and a wisp of dark red light silently entered Zhang Weijie's back.
That was a Nightmare Talisman.
Every night when the cursed person falls asleep, their soul is pulled into the Avici Hell, where they suffer pain that is more real than reality itself.
Through mountains of knives and seas of fire, through skinning and tendon-pulling.
Unable to live, unable to die.
This torment will continue until the very last moment of his life.
Lu Yao withdrew her hand, watching Zhang Weijie's retreating figure as he was pushed into the police car, and said softly:
"The punishment that the law cannot provide... I will provide."
...
Guo Lingling belatedly realized that she had just been pulled back from the brink of an abyss.
A wave of nausea suddenly surged in her stomach.
My mother's words before she left suddenly echoed in my ears—
"Lingling, remember, be wary of anyone who says they want to take you out alone, no matter who they are." The woman's rough hands caressed her daughter's face. "Even uncles and relatives are not allowed."
But she almost forgot.
When she saw the application form for the special scholarship for impoverished students, all she could think of was her mother's hunched back on the assembly line.
Three thousand yuan is equivalent to my mother standing in the pungent workshop for more than half a month.
Guo Lingling's tears finally burst forth, and she buried her face in Lu Yao's arms.
Tears soaked Lu Yao's clothes, and Guo Lingling's sobs were a mixture of too many emotions.
The relief of surviving the ordeal, the lingering fear of almost falling into the abyss, and the guilt over my mother's admonitions.
Lu Yao gently patted her back, as if comforting a frightened little animal.
"It's alright, it's all over now..."
At this tender moment, a pair of strong hands suddenly pulled Guo Lingling out of Lu Yao's arms.
"Guo Lingling! Crying in the middle of the street, what kind of behavior is that?"
The familiar loud voice made the girl look up abruptly. Through her teary eyes, she saw Teacher Ji Nian'an standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.
The young homeroom teacher still wore her signature high ponytail today, and in the sunlight, her slightly raised eyebrows and the small mole at the corner of her mouth were particularly vivid.
"Teacher Ji..."
Guo Lingling hurriedly wiped her face with her sleeve, but only wiped away her tears, leaving her face covered in tears.
Ji Nian'an pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and roughly wiped Guo Lingling's face. "What happened?"
She glared fiercely at Lu Yao, "Did this person bully you?"
Although Ji Nian'an was arrogant and domineering, Lu Yao felt a strange sense of familiarity and warmth towards him.
He looked exactly like the person she remembered.
A nostalgic smile unconsciously appeared on Lu Yao's lips.
She looked up at the clear blue sky, where a sycamore leaf was swirling down.
I see.
The intuition was right; the energetic female teacher before her was indeed her—
A great opportunity.
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