moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen pursed his lips tightly and stared at the position where the two cars met. Finally, the Mercedes-Benz was pushed to a basically safe position, and the two cars dangerously and carefully maintained a balanced relationship. His own situation was extremely dangerous. The two rear wheels were almost completely outside the cliff. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold on until help arrived, but the amount of the car's fall was accumulating at a terrifying rate.

The sound of police cars is getting closer. Ji Yanchen raised his eyes and looked eagerly at the rear of the car opposite, trying to grab her skirt or hair or any evidence that she was in the car at this moment.

Suddenly there was a sound of the cliff breaking from under the car. His dark eyes flashed heavily and he instinctively grasped the steering wheel. The next moment, her long hair flew up in the wind. At the same time, his car became completely weightless and fell off the cliff.

The moment the car landed, Ji Yanchen first subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then his whole body was slowly penetrated by a deep feeling of reluctance from head to toe.

The last time they met was this morning. She stayed in bed without letting him get up first. She nestled in his arms, raised her face and asked him expectantly: "What shall we eat tomorrow night?"

He rubbed her disheveled head and thought: "Let's go to the place where we had our first date."

She wondered: "Isn't the first date at your house?"

He was helpless: "It's at the tea restaurant next to your unit."

She was very dissatisfied, propped up her body and argued with him: "That was also a date? That was obviously the first step for you to start tricking me."

He tapped her nose: "If you don't have evidence, it's slander, Prosecutor Song."

She snorted, lay on his arm, pinched his fingers, and carefully counted his crimes: "You made up all those lies about reading my palm, right? The hand injury you asked me to help you plant flowers on a typhoon day was fake. Right? The key that fell into my bag that day was man-made, right? Was it your intention to stay downstairs at my house and be seen by the neighbors after your confession was rejected? "

He was slightly embarrassed after being exposed one by one by the deceived people, but he still calmly turned over and took her into his arms, deliberately saying coldly to her: "There is one thing missing."

She raised her eyes, her black eyes sparkling: "What is it?"

He lowered his head and kissed her on the tip of her nose: "I'll tell you tomorrow night."

She smiled and blinked: "Okay, it's a deal."

He smiled too and closed his eyes.

Sorry, I'm going to miss the date.

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the cliff, and two police cars stopped next to the Mercedes-Benz.

The people in the car quickly opened the door and rushed to the edge of the cliff. They were shocked to see the flames soaring into the sky below. They were in disbelief and heartbroken: "Brother Chen!!"

"team leader!"

"Ji Yanchen!"

The night is endless and the shadow of the moon is dim.

The desperate cries echoed heartbreakingly in the silent mountains, and no one noticed. The person who was rescued and placed in the back seat of the police car shed tears quietly at the end of his eyes. A month later, Song Shiwei was discharged from the hospital.

Her cheeks had lost a lot of porosity, and the original soft flesh was sunken. Her dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dim fog, unable to see their original light.

Song Tang came to pick her up and cautiously suggested: "Why don't you go back home during this period?"

When she didn't speak, he added softly, "There are people at home all day long, so you can eat whatever you want and do whatever you want."

She was silent for a long time and then said in a low voice: "I want to visit his house."
-

She arrived at Ji Yanchen's apartment, and everything in the room was still the same as when the two last met.

The memories reappeared one after another. She sat on the sofa in a daze, until the landlord brought someone to see the house, looked her up and down and asked, "Are you Xiao Ji's girlfriend?"

"Yes, I am."

"When can his things be moved?" She was silent for a moment: "Within this week."

The other party nodded: "My condolences."

After the landlord left, Song Shiwei went out and returned to her apartment. The house was very clean, as if someone cleaned it regularly.

She slowly packed her things, and Yao Jiajia's message lit up on her phone: [Xiaowei, I will send Mori back to you tonight. My mother will come over tomorrow. ]

After she replied, she got up and took a shower. The quilt in the bedroom was new, very soft, and smelled of warmth from the sun. She covered herself in the quilt and let herself fall into the darkness, just like the endless darkness after she was injected with the drug.

What was even more cruel than being unconscious at that moment was that although her body was completely out of control, her brain still retained some confusion.

She couldn't imagine how desperate the victim would be if she was violated in this situation, because she could no longer tell whether she was in reality or a dream. In a hazy state, many people's faces flashed in front of her eyes.
-

Zhou Ran was waiting for her on the first floor with the already cold breakfast, and asked cautiously and worriedly: "Sister Xiaowei, I saw the girl who came to you just now, will you help her this time?"

The girl sat in her passenger seat and cried uncontrollably: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to that place. I shouldn't have dreamed of being a star. I shouldn't have let down my guard. It's all my fault." , I’m sorry for my mother, I’m sorry for everyone.”

Yao Jiajia leaned on the sofa and crossed her legs, sighing and waving her hands: "A new client of our firm asked for material compensation after her boss assaulted a female intern. The girl chose to take the money and endure it. As a result, the boss's wife now insists that she is a mistress and is claiming compensation from her. If you take this kind of case, your life will be shortened."

The person in the last scene is herself, sitting at the conference room table and calmly stating: "I helped her, not because of my justice as a prosecutor, nor because of my sympathy as a woman. What drove me to do this was not out of any reason." It's not an emotional thing, but it's because I have a more rational reason."

"Why do women always blame themselves and reflect after encountering this kind of thing? Why is the first choice that all victims face after a sexual assault is whether to call the police? This should not be a multiple-choice question in the first place, which led to this situation The multi-faceted reasons are like cocoons and threads that tightly entangle the victim, and I want to make changes within my ability, which is why I choose to help her."

The silent face of the prosecutor-general in front of her became increasingly blurry, and her remaining thoughts became increasingly drowsy.

Suddenly she felt someone drag her outside, fold her legs and put her into a narrow and stuffy space. Her body was constantly bumping and moving, and she felt as if she was in a car. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know how long it would take. The wind suddenly started blowing outside, and a strong and cold wind came in, blowing hard on her. on the cheek. She instinctively wanted to escape, but at this moment she felt like she was in a nightmare, with no part of her body obeying her command.

The road beneath her body became more bumpy, and her head and body were hit hard against the back of the car from time to time. The pain became very dull under the effect of the medicine. This situation seemed to last for a long time, until the car underneath her suddenly hit something.

After a loud "bang", she felt the wind calm down, and then many people screamed his name heartbreakingly. Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to be standing in God's perspective. She saw the firelight under the moon, and him in the firelight.