But she didn't want people to die in silence.
The clock cannot be turned back; only warm blood can wash away the stain on one's reputation.
It's far better to destroy someone's spirit than to kill them.
It's only meaningful to die with your eyes open.
Yan Jiu started her live stream and connected with the boy who wanted to borrow her account.
Wow, a critical hit right from the start!
There aren't many people who can get Master Jiu to contact them on his own initiative!
This person is utterly unknown.
I checked, this person isn't a broadcaster or a public figure, but they do follow quite a few racing channels.
[Racing? I smell something...]
[Seriously? They killed someone right after the broadcast started?]
Our heartbeats had finally stabilized for a while.
While netizens were chattering away.
In reality, teenagers are being publicly "executed".
"Why are you here again? When will this ever end?"
"How could someone as good as Zhao Gan drive your sister to her death?"
"Don't think we haven't heard. Your sister is a promiscuous person. If she hadn't been flirting with other men, how could she have been raped? Stop trying to smear us!"
"If you dare to spread rumors again, don't blame us for calling the police!"
The outer perimeter of the mountain racing area.
A group of people were surrounding the boy and angrily rebuking him.
The boy was holding a bunch of white banners, his neck stiff, staring intently at the race car driver not far away.
He will never forget the day his sister died.
It was Zhao Gan's breakup text message that made his sister lose all hope. Zhao Gan belittled his sister to the point of worthlessness while declaring that she wouldn't have to bear any expenses incurred during their relationship.
The boy got up from the ground.
He knew that the law could not punish Zhao Gan.
But he didn't give up.
He believes that evil people will be punished.
The boy gripped his phone tightly, hiding in a corner, wanting to continue messaging Yan Jiu, when he received a live call from Yan Jiu.
He confirmed it repeatedly.
Only then did I dare to believe it was Yan Jiu.
He nodded tremblingly in agreement.
The disheveled face of the young man caught the eye of netizens.
Is this person a refugee from famine?
[He probably tripped and fell.]
[They look so miserable.]
[Could it be him?]
[No way, he looks like a college student with a kind of innocent foolishness, is he the kind of person who's going to get into trouble?]
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