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Chapter 44

With the cooperation of the two, Ren Jiamin told the story with tears in his eyes.
"So it was Jiang Fan who did these things to Yang Pingping?"

Fang Ning looked back at Yang Pingping's bed again.
"Your dormitory, six people?"

Ren Jiamin nodded.
"It's six people.
But there is one who is not a boarding student, and usually just goes back to the dormitory to store some things and doesn’t play with us.”

Lu Lingyou sent a message to Zhao Yue, then raised his head and continued to ask.
"Who are the participants?"

Ren Jiamin didn't open her mouth for a long time.
Lu Lingyou impatiently licked his back molars.
"be honest."

Ren Jiamin clenched his fist and answered in a low voice.
"Except for Chen Chen who doesn't live on campus..."

Ren Jiamin raised her red eyes and aimed at Fang Ning, who seemed to be the more kind and talkative of the two.
"but.
but i didn't move
real.
I just wanted to cut up a few pieces of her clothes to frighten her, but didn't want to really hurt her.
Who would have thought that Jiang Fan would suddenly take out a lot of pins and hide them in her mattress.
I."

Ren Jiamin desperately wiped the tears of regret from the corners of her eyes.
"Later, Yang Pingping suddenly stopped coming to school and never came back.
Even if she meets her in class occasionally, her expression is very different from the previous avoidance.
Jiang Fan was so angry that one day at noon, she took us and blocked her into the toilet.
Originally, she wanted to make a move, but Yang Pingping changed her normal routine and said very forcefully to Jiang Fan.
Said that she had already written a suicide note, and the higher-ups had clearly explained all the crimes of the few of us.
As long as we dare to force her again, she will find the media to expose us, and then live broadcast her suicide.
At that time, the police will definitely find us, and our future will be ruined."

Lu Lingyou was a bit addicted to cigarettes, and rubbed his fingertips on his trousers twice.
"Suicide note? Have you seen it?"

Ren Jiamin shook his head.
"No.
But after she finished speaking, Jiang Fan was really scared.
It may also be that she was frightened and didn't react, so she let her go.
But after calming down and thinking about it again, I always feel that Yang Pingping is such a cowardly person, even if others bully her, she dare not resist, how dare she commit suicide.
But it was useless to realize it. After that, Yang Pingping hardly lived in the school dormitory except for classes.
We usually have very few chances to see her."

Fang Ning exhaled lightly.
"But how did you know that Yang Tingting was missing and even hid these things before the police arrived.
And after packing these things, why didn't they just throw them away, but hid them back under the bed.
Aren't you afraid that the police will find out when they come to the second search?"

Ren Jiamin became even more nervous when he heard this question.
"It was Jiang Fan who said that Yang Pingping hadn't come to school for a long time, and the instructor also asked us if we knew where Yang Pingping was.
Because she threatened us with suicide before, so."

"So you think that Yang Pingping committed suicide."

Ren Jiamin nodded.
"We were afraid that the police would come to investigate, so we packed up the dormitory overnight in fear.
Not long after, the police came to the school to investigate Yang Pingping's disappearance."

Lu Lingyou picked up the evidence bag on the table and shook it in front of Ren Jiamin.
"Do you think the police are all fools, or do you think you are fools yourself.
Clean things up, don't throw them away, but bring them back and hide them under the bed?"

Hearing this, Ren Jiamin almost burst into tears.
"No, I really didn't lie.
We did clean up the dormitory, and all these things were thrown into the trash can far away from the campus.
But not long after throwing these things away, for some unknown reason, they reappeared in the dormitory.
It just lays flat on the table for everyone to see."

Fang Ning frowned.
"You mean, after you dropped things, someone brought them back?"

Ren Jiamin nodded vigorously to show the authenticity of her words.
"Really, several times.
Every time we throw it away, it reappears in the dorm room.
It's one or two at a time, a tack, a piece of gauze, or a few scraps of clothing.
We repeated it several times, but we didn't find out who did it.
I thought it was Yang Pingping's soul.
Come to us for revenge.
Until we put Dong XZ back under the bed, we did not continue to receive these things.
Jiang Fan made a note, saying that he asked someone to ask, so that it can shake the soul of the wronged."

Fang Ning finally couldn't hold back, turned his head and hummed softly.
Lu Lingyou put away the evidence bag and stood up first.
"Okay, when will the people in your dormitory come back?"

Ren Jiamin shook his head.
"A few of them went to take promotional photos for the performance later, and by the way, we will play around again. I don't know if they can come back tomorrow."

Fang Ning stood up and stretched his shoulders.
"Why didn't you go together?"

Ren Jiamin looked at Fang Ning's expensive bag in embarrassment.
“The photographers they got were charging too much.
I... I don't have that much money."

Lu Lingyou sneered, tore a piece of paper from the notebook, and handed it to Ren Jiamin along with the pen.
"Write down the names and phone numbers of your roommates.
Don’t go to other places and don’t lose contact, I may contact you to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation.”

Before going out, Ren Jiamin hesitated and called Fang Ning to stop.
"That, Yang Pingping.
Is it really dead?"

Fang Ning looked down at the slender fingers holding his sleeve, but did not give an affirmative answer.
"What do you think."

After coming out of the dormitory, the two went back to the principal's office and chatted with the teacher for a while before leaving the school gate.
On the way to the parking lot, neither of them spoke.
When he got back into the car, Lu Lingyou turned his head and looked carefully at Fang Ning's expressionless face.
"How angry are you?"

"How can you tell I'm angry?"

Fang Ning put his hands on the steering wheel, and it took him a long time to speak again.
"I just feel very...uncomfortable with this kind of campus bullying."

Seeing that Lu Lingyou didn't speak, Fang Ning explained.
"When I just graduated, the first patient I saw was a severely depressed child who was tortured by school bullying."

Lu Lingyou took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Although there is a high probability that Yang Pingping did not die by suicide, they all experienced the same hell on earth.
There is essentially no difference between these people and the murderers behind them."

Lu Lingyou leaned lazily on the car door, exhaling a beautiful smoke ring out of the glass window.
"I didn't expect your empathy ability to be quite strong.
I thought you had already become numb to such a dark side of human nature."

Fang Ning turned his head to look at Lu Lingyou.
"Don't act like you know me better."

"I really don't know you."

As soon as these words came out, neither of them said anything.
It was Fang Ning's WeChat alert that broke the embarrassing stalemate.
Fang Ning impatiently picked up the phone to unlock the screen.
There was still no response to the WeChat message sent to Jiang Moyu, but the sender was K.
And this WeChat content made her feel even more uncomfortable.
In WeChat, K sent a photo of a pair of champagne velvet high heels.
Caption: After much deliberation, only your feet are worthy of wearing such a pair of beautiful shoes.
Fa Ning's scalp tingled with disgust, and angrily threw the phone on the center console.
This action startled Lu Lingyou.
He picked up the phone suspiciously, and asked Fang Ning if he could take a look.
After a while Fang Ning nodded, agreeing.
Lu Lingyou first glanced at the first two WeChat messages he had glanced at before, and then saw the last, more explicit statement.
He let out a muffled laugh, and put the phone aside intact.
He didn't ask who the sender was, and Fang Ning didn't bother to explain to him.
Anyway, I scolded the eighteen generations of Jiang Moyu's ancestors in my heart.
I don't know how much love debt Jiang Moyu owed in her previous life, but in this life, she took away her insight and arranged so many scumbags for her.
(End of this chapter)