Chapter 138
Zhang You handed over a cup of hot water: "Teacher Chen, have a drink of water."
Chen He didn't respond.
Zhang You was about to cry and didn't know what to do, so he ran out of the tent to find Chang Ting.
Outside the tent, Chang Ting had just finished a phone call.
Zhang You pulled him aside and said, "Brother Chang, Teacher Chen isn't in good shape. Could it be that he can't handle these continuous blows and has mental problems?"
Chang Ting glanced at the tent and patted Zhang You. "No. With your teacher Chen's reasoning ability, even without these Weibo posts, she was probably mentally prepared for what happened to Qiu Yue... right?
"Your teacher Chen is not an ordinary person. Trust her and give her some time to recover."
Inside the tent, Chen He vaguely heard Chang Ting's words.
She knew that Chang Ting had let her hear it on purpose.
It was the rough man's clumsy way of encouraging her.
But she felt that Chang Ting might have overestimated her.
Because she was not only in great pain for Qiu Yue's experience, but also felt heartbroken for Song Zhou.
These old Weibo posts should have been released one by one by Song Zhou on behalf of Qiu Yue.
How must he have felt when he personally made his sister's pain known to the public?
How painful he must be at this moment, he must even want to destroy the world.
She held the phone in her arms, just like hugging Qiu Yue and Song Zhou.
The three people hugged each other across space and life and death, wounded as if they were to be shattered into pieces and died together.
She still didn't know what Song Zhou was going to do.
But - Chen He said to herself, no matter what he does, she will support him.
This truly crazy thought flashed through her mind.
If he wanted to destroy the world, she would follow suit with a bomb.
Outside the tent, Chang Ting was arranging work with Zhang You.
A hand patted his shoulder from behind.
Chang Ting turned around and met Chen He's pale face. Her pupils were so dark that they could not reflect any light, which looked scary.
Chang Ting swallowed his saliva: "What?"
"The paint scraper that left scratches on Qiu Yue's ribs should be Qiu Yue's own painting tool," said Chen He.
Chang Ting was stunned: "How do you know?"
She raised her phone. "In Qiu Yue's last Weibo post, she said she wanted to stab Zhu Zangmo's eyes with a scraper."
Chang Ting also read the Weibo post, but there were too many things on his mind and he didn't think about this detail for a while.
After Chen He mentioned it, his mind suddenly became clear and he understood a lot of things in an instant. He couldn't help but stand there in a daze, like an ice sculpture.
The storm in my mind was even more violent than the snowstorm before my eyes.
At the end of her Weibo post, Qiu Yue expressed a strong desire to resist.
Her spirit and body were severely damaged. In order to protect her brother whose identity was questionable, she did not dare to call the police, speak out, or ask for help.
He had indeed been driven into a desperate situation, and it seemed that only death could bring him relief.
But the brave and smart Qiu Yue really found a way to break the deadlock.
That night, she followed Yu Aiai out of the dormitory and met Zhu Zangmo for the last time, not to submit, but to fight back.
She held a scraper in her arms and planned to poke out Zhu Zangmo's eyes!
As long as Zhu Zangmo was seriously injured when he was assaulted, he would not be able to explain to others why he was blinded by a female student in the middle of the night in the small building where he lived.
Zhu Zangmo would never dare to call the police.
He didn't dare to take Qiu Yue's life directly.
He is a coward who only dares to kill people by "inducing suicide".
If Qiu Yue disappeared on the night he lost his sight, he would be the first suspect.
That night, he definitely didn't dare to touch Qiu Yue.
Zhu Zangmo, with a scraper stuck in his eye, could only cry and shout, asking to go to the hospital quickly.
From this moment on, Qiu Yue and Zhu Zangmo became a situation where they held each other's hands:
If Zhu Zangmo dared to post the photos online, Qiu Yue would turn herself in and take responsibility for blinding his eyes.
Then the police will investigate further, and after repeated investigations, all the ugly things he has done will be revealed.
It's a fight to the death, and we'll all perish together. Who's afraid of whom?
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
Zhu Zangmo, who is famous for his "virtue and art", would not dare to gamble with a desperate and crazy little girl.
He can't afford to lose.
If things come to this point, Zhu Zangmo will definitely lose!
In the end, it would probably be said that he had an argument with his wife and was accidentally stabbed by her.
Qiu Yue would quickly leave, leave the base and escape from the clutches of the devil.
Chang Ting looked up at the sky, watching the white snowflakes break away from the gray clouds and fall to the earth.
I feel sincere admiration in my heart.
On that dark night, Qiu Yue waged an extraordinary struggle of resistance.
The girl who looks weak is so strong.
Chang Ting admired the heavy snow and the indomitable spirit:
"Xiao Qiuyue, even though you lose, you still win with honor."
Chen He didn't understand and asked, "What did you say?"
Chang Ting measured the inside of his right forearm and asked, "Did you know that Zhu Zangmo has a butterfly tattoo on this part of his arm?"
Chen He thought for a moment and said, "I think they probably didn't exist when I was at the base five years ago. I wore short sleeves in the summer, so I wouldn't have missed them if they existed."
Chang Ting nodded. "That was a tattoo he got later. I discovered it the last time I saw him. It's a butterfly tattoo, half red and half green. At the time, I thought the pattern looked like a scar. Now that I think about it, it might really be a scar."
"The scars are half red and half green..." Chen He's pupils shrank slightly, "It's the color of the red spider lily!"
The two looked at each other across the wind and snow, and without saying a word, they had already figured everything out.
Qiu Yue wrote on her Weibo that in that exquisite class, she painted a red spider lily, with red flowers and green stems.
The scraper was stained with both pigments.
That night, Qiu Yue must have attacked Zhu Zangmo with this scraper, trying to poke out his eyes.
I don’t know whether Qiu Yue was too slow or Zhu Zangmo reacted too quickly.
After all, you're just one step behind.
Zhu Zangmo blocked the attack with his arm, and the scraper pierced into his flesh, embedding red and green pigments beneath the skin.
Zhu Zangmo must have been furious. He snatched the scraper and stabbed Qiu Yue.
The metal tip of the scraper was not very hard, but it was sharp enough to pierce through the thin skin of the skinny Qiu Yue, leaving a shallow scratch on her ribs.
Qiu Yue had a weak heart. The injury wasn't serious, but the trauma and severe pain caused her to faint, her heartbeat and breathing becoming almost subdued.
Zhu Zangmo must have thought she was dead.
Zhu Zangmo wanted Qiu Yue to die, but he wanted to push her into a desperate situation and force her to commit suicide.
In this way, his hands would not be stained with blood, and no one would know that he was the one who killed Qiu Yue.
But killing someone with his own hands - at a time when the murder case must be solved, he can hardly escape legal punishment.
In a panic, he called his dog, Assistant Xing.
So there was Xing Yao's "aftermath." Xing Yao carried Qiu Yue out of the building and put her in the trunk of the car, preparing to bury her.
Perhaps it was at this juncture that Mr. Feng, who had been watching from outside the small building and had been following, noticed something was amiss and witnessed this scene.
This will also bring about fatal disaster.
Two lives lost overnight.
Zhu Zangmo knew that this base could not be kept.
Under his conspiracy and instigation with Xing Yao, Xu Candong committed murder and arson, and Yu Aiai gave false testimony...
Chang Ting recalled that on the day he received the report of Qiu Yue's disappearance, he and Xiao Pingyuan went to the base and saw Zhu Zangmo wearing a suit and a silk scarf.
There must be a wound hidden under the sleeve of that suit.
Perhaps the paint that has seeped into the wound is difficult to remove, or perhaps Zhu Zangmo is unwilling to remove it.
The red and green colors remained beneath his skin, and he tattooed it into a butterfly.
Chang Ting remembered the butterfly specimen sealed in a picture frame in Zhu Zangmo's home.
"The trembling of the soul is sealed in the picture frame, and beauty is solidified into eternity because of death" - the praise Zhu Zangmo made at that time, when recalled now, is full of the smell of decay and blood.
A beautiful death.
It turns out that what Zhu Zangmo was obsessed with was beautiful death.
This so-called artist must consider the butterfly tattoo as his own amazing work.
Or a commemoration.
He has a similar evil habit to that murderer Xing Yao.
Zhu Zangmo must have stroked his tattoo countless times, recalling Qiu Yue's death and chuckling like a devil in the darkness.
…
Chen He's breath was not even warm. Snowflakes condensed on her eyelashes, not melting at all.
Her eyes seemed to be covered with frost, and cold words emerged from the corners of her lips: "I will peel off that piece of his skin."
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