Chapter 1218: Di Ranle's End
She never thought that the ants she once looked down upon could now order her around.
"Kneel down and pinch!"
Scarver ordered.
Di Ranle looked at Scarfe angrily, but the other party slapped her in the face.
Di Ranle cried again.
She had no choice but to let Scarface bully her.
At night, Scarfe was going to sleep. She couldn't let Di Ranle stay with her, so she asked her to go back to sleep.
Di Ranle wanted to comfort Li Jiayin who was still lying there motionless. She knew that the death of her grandparents and the demise of the Li family had hit her hard, but she was sore all over and extremely tired, so she climbed to the upper bunk to sleep.
Li Jiayin looked at Di Ranle with a sad look. He ignored her and went to sleep on his own with his bed still wet. She had completely given up.
The daughter that she and her entire family had loved with their lives and possessions was an ungrateful person...
The next day, when the whistle for morning exercise blew, Di Ranle, with a pig-like face, called Li Jiayin, who was sleeping soundly under the quilt, to get up.
But no one paid any attention to her.
She opened Li Jiayin's quilt and saw a pale face.
Di Ranle put his hand tremblingly to his mother's nose and found that she was no longer breathing.
Di Ranle screamed and pointed at Scarver and said, "It's you! You killed my mother! Ah! I will fight you!"
After saying that, he went to fight with Scarface.
Scarfe didn't fight back at all, she just kept saying it wasn't her.
The prison guard hit Di Ranle's waist with a baton, causing her to suddenly feel a sharp pain, and then she collapsed.
"It wasn't Scarf who did it. Li Jiayin committed suicide. She had a razor blade in her hand."
The prison guard pulled back all the sheets covering Li Jiayin's body, only then did he see a long, deep cut on her wrist.
Di Ranle screamed in fright when she saw the wound.
"Li Jiayin, committed suicide."
Judging from the location of the cut and where the blade fell, Li Jiayin committed suicide, not her. After all, if he killed her, he would usually kill her with one blow. Even if he didn't kill her with one blow, he wouldn't let the blood flow out and die with countless chances to save each other.
A prison is a place where prisoners are held, and here, prisoners have no human rights to speak of.
No one will show much sympathy to the dead, especially those who committed suicide.
Two prison guards held the two ends of the cotton wool, fixed Li Jiayin's body in the middle, and then carried her out.
There were no pillows, sheets or quilts on Li Jiayin's bed, and in an instant, only a bare bed board was left.
After seeing Li Jiayin slash her wrists to commit suicide, Di Ranle was so frightened that she took several steps back. She also stood behind the prison guards when they moved the body. It was not until the body was moved out that Di Ranle came to her senses.
"mom--"
She yelled and cried, "How could you be so cruel? How could you bear to abandon me? Aren't grandparents dead? You didn't kill them, why did you commit suicide?"
After the police took Li Jiayin's body out, they asked the prisoners to gather for training.
Di Ranle sat on the ground in despair, crying until she almost died.
She was really sad.
Being thrown into prison was terrifying enough, but because Li Jiayin would find ways to help her with everything, after entering prison she only had to stay with her mother, and was only annoyed during morning exercises.
(End of this chapter)
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