Chapter 473 Girls Help Girls (Part 2)

Min Yuanyuan opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Qiao Yu had no time to care about her reaction. After spitting out those two words, he knelt forward and held the collapsed Pan Jing in his arms.

She could feel that she was shaking violently, as if she had fallen naked into an ice hole. It was already a convulsion.

Qiao Yu increased his strength, hugged Pan Jing tightly, and then whispered in the poor girl's ear with a dark-gray voice that matched her emotions.

She originally didn't want to use this method - the sound wave's guidance effect is very good, but it is also more controllable, and it is easy for people with loose will to rely on her regardless of anything.

Pan Jing gradually quieted down from the thin and depressing singing. It was a melody that resonated with her, full of despair and numb dejection, slowly sucking away people's souls.

Pan Jing's eyes slowly lost focus and fell in front of her, looking like a corpse.

Immediately afterwards, the music that gave off a suffocating feeling just by listening to it changed, starting from the deepest darkness and then slowly becoming brighter, black, black gray, gray, light gray...

Pan Jing was in a daze being pulled by this weird chanting, and she felt that she was lying in a dark and damp boat. She was about to sail to the middle of the river and drown, but instead she was being manipulated to swim to the other side for no reason.

Qiao Yu's eyes, which were as thick as ink and seemed to exude black energy, gradually returned to their original amber color, as dim as street lights.

She let go of Pan Jing little by little, held the side of her face with one hand, and looked at each other.

"Pan Jing, Pan Jing." Qiao Yu called softly, "Who am I?"

Like a demon whispering, Pan Jing's eyes slowly focused on her face, and after a long while she answered in a weak voice:

"Bridge...bridge..."

Min Yuanyuan looked at this strange and almost hypnotic scene with astonishment on her face. After a while, the astonishment turned into awe.

Qiao Yu closed her eyes and leaned forward, placing her forehead against Pan Jing's:

"open."

Just the pronunciation of a surname made Pan Jing tremble immediately and reflexively.

Qiao Yu put his palm against her forearm, which was covered with goosebumps, and continued to murmur:

"What do you think of him?"

"..." Pan Jing blinked blankly, her body shaking in proportion to what she was thinking and recalling.

"No," she said with a trembling voice, "I don't want to, it's not like that. I don't, don't want..."

Min Yuanyuan subconsciously wanted to speak in a hurry, but then immediately recalled Qiao Yu's previous momentum, shook her head, and closed her mouth.

"Really?" Qiao Yu said softly, "Okay, it's okay."

She repeated: "It's okay, it's not your fault..."

Pan Jing's tears fell again.

Min Yuanyuan bit her lip hard. She really felt sad for Pan Jing's choice.

But not every victim is as full of fighting spirit and unyielding as she is, and can fully enjoy the pleasure of successful revenge.

Some people can't do it, just can't do it.

After they were injured, they just wanted to hide and escape as quickly as possible. It was best to completely forget the matter in the corner of their memory, lock it in a small box and never open it again.

They don't care about the retribution or the outcome of the perpetrator. They just want to stay away from everything related to this injury. Don't mention the name, don't mention the incident, and just pretend that everything never happened.

In this world, people do not have to be brave.

I just don’t want to face it, I’m just not that strong – so what?

is it not OK?

What's wrong with this?

There is no reason for criticism of Min Yuanyuan's reaction. Her approach was rational and calm, and got to the point. However, she did not have any position that required Pan Jing, as a victim, to be strong.

Deceiving herself and others, pretending that nothing happened, pretending that the hurt and disgusting perpetrators did not exist, this was the only thing Pan Jing could do during the collapse.

Everyone's way of saving themselves is different.

Don't teach others with your own ideas and encourage them to stand up - because the path they choose may be the only path that suits them best.

Min Yuanyuan is not Pan Jing, how can she understand all her moods and all her worries?

Qiao Yu's thumb gently wiped away the tears on Pan Jing's face.

"It's okay." She looked at her with concern, "Jingjing, can we go home? You must be very tired. Can we go back and take a hot bath and sleep?"

Pan Jing sniffed, nodded first, then paused for a long time with her eyes lowered, then raised her eyes again, and moved her gaze from Qiao Yu's face to Min Yuanyuan's face.

"..." She opened her mouth in great pain and with all her strength, "...Yuanyuan, where are the others...?"

Qiao Yu and Min Yuanyuan froze together, tears streaming down their faces.

Pan Jing still listened.

Although he had already collapsed like that and wandered on the borderline of madness several times, he still heard Min Yuanyuan's words and thought of the girls who might have also suffered from the murderous hands.

"...No, I don't know." Min Yuanyuan cried fiercely, "But, hiccup, Mumu kept tugging on her skirt when she left. Hiccup, Xiaoyan was hugged by Mr. Li, and she looked very uncomfortable, as if she was going to die soon. Cried……"

Pan Jing listened, blinked her eyes, and then turned her head to look at Qiao Yu sluggishly.

Those bloodshot eyes, already red and swollen, emitted an extremely weak light, like a cluster of flames no bigger than a bean that could be extinguished at any time in the strong wind.

It is courage in desperate situations.

Qiao Yu's heart was almost burned by the flames. She was filled with emotion and distress, and her chest ached faintly.

She held Pan Jing's hand and tried her best to smile while crying:

"Okay, Jingjing, I'll accompany you, I'll accompany you... to the police station."

Pan Jing nodded very slightly, with a little reassurance.

…

The nearest police station is seven kilometers away from here. Masako Limu also came down from upstairs, carrying a coat, a hot towel and a thermos cup. Qiao Yu and Min Yuanyuan surrounded Pan Jing, protecting her in the middle of the back seat of the taxi.

"Master, go to this police station." The co-pilot Masako Riki enlarged the map.

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror and said nothing, but dutifully stepped on the accelerator.

The location of the police station was a little out of the way, but it was easy to find. After arriving, Qiao Yu helped Pan Jing get out of the car. The girl wrapped in a coat finally regained some strength under the care of her companions, and her eyes became brighter.

A group of four people walked over and found two male police officers sitting in the duty room.

"Report the crime." Masako Rimu walked at the front. As she said this, Qiao Yu gently covered Pan Jing's ears, "Rape case."

The eyes of the two policemen glanced around the group of girls in unison. Qiao Yu was stunningly beautiful, Li Mu Masako had an outstanding figure, Min Yuanyuan and Pan Jing were both wearing evening dresses. Although they looked embarrassed, they could still get a glimpse of the "upper class society". "Exquisite.

They looked at each other.

"Okay." One of them said, "Let's take notes."

Another raised his hand to indicate the direction.

Qiao Yu's eyes passed over the two people in turn without leaving any trace, and he reached out to brush the hair around his ears.

They helped Pan Jing in. Even in summer, the temperature at night was still a bit low, and the plastic stools in the inquiry room were so cold that people shivered.

There shouldn't have been so many people going in to take notes, but the two policemen on duty didn't seem to care.

"Ahem, um." One of them sat down across from him, "So, what is the victim's basic information, what is his name?"

"Pan Jing."

Min Yuanyuan glanced at Pan Jing, who was still a little at a loss, and rushed to say, "Jing with the green character next to the female character."

"Yeah." The male policeman didn't seem to care much about her answering, "Have you brought your ID card?"

"Electric...electronic..."

Pan Jing took her cell phone out of the small bag a little slowly. The policeman opposite nodded casually, stared at her slow movements, twitched her lips, and clicked the ballpoint pen twice impatiently.

"This." Pan Jing clicked on the corresponding file, and Qiao Yu turned the phone around so that the police could see it.

The photos on the ID cards were always authentic. The male police officer looked at the big-foreheaded student girl on the ID card, and then at the delicate and messy-haired Pan Jing. He twitched the corners of his mouth again, as if he was trying to hold back a smile.

"Time and place," he said.

"Tonight...ten o'clock, almost half past ten," Pan Jing's voice was soft and trembling.

"What?" The policeman frowned and moved closer.

"Before 10:30 pm on July 3rd." Qiao Yu repeated in a normal voice.

Her tone was not very polite. The male policeman glanced at her with an expression like "Okay, beauties have a temper." He raised his eyebrows and made two notes while lowering his head.

"Were you raped?" the policeman asked.

Pan Jing shivered, and Qiao Yu and Min Yuanyuan held her hands under the table at the same time.

"...Yes." Pan Jing said with a trembling voice, "Yes."

"Do you know who that person is?" the policeman asked.

Pan Jing held Qiao Yu's hand tightly, shaking violently.

"Zhang... Zhang..." She tried to open her mouth.

"Zhang He. The river of rivers." Min Yuanyuan looked at Pan Jing worriedly and couldn't help but say for her.

Pan Jing shrank suddenly and closed her eyes in discomfort.

The male policeman was speechless at her surprise and exhaled: "Well, Zhang He, what is his relationship with you? Has he ever had a de facto marriage?"

"No...he..." Pan Jing was stunned for a moment, looking helpless, "He is the manager, from the company, the manager..."

"Oh." The policeman nodded, "Then why were you raped?"

Pan Jing was stunned: "...ah?"

She looked at him blankly, not understanding the meaning of the question.

The male policeman smacked his lips while looking at the transcript, raised his head and repeated: "That is to say, did you make any sidesteps, verbal hints, or make him misunderstand..."

His eyes fell on Pan Jing's slim skirt.

What kind of stupidity is this! !

Min Yuanyuan's eyes were full of anger and she almost cursed.

"No...I didn't..."

Pan Jing's tears flowed down again, and she repeated aggrievedly and helplessly, "I didn't..."

"Okay." The male policeman scratched his hair, "Then how were you raped? What was the process?"

Pan Jing was already trembling violently, and Min Yuanyuan hugged her, glared at the police and shouted: "Do you ask questions like this?!"

"..." the policeman said speechlessly, "Miss, this is the transcript. We cannot file a case without process and evidence."

"Why should you put Jingjing in the subject!" Min Yuanyuan didn't accept his business-like rhetoric at all, "She is the victim! Instead of asking the perpetrator, you asked the victim why?! "

Her fierce scolding made Pan Jing shrink even smaller, half leaning on Min Yuanyuan's arms and half protected by Qiao Yu.

The male policeman let out a long sigh.

He patiently explained in a coaxing tone: "Miss, you are now accusing others of a crime. You must explain the crime process clearly before we can submit the transcript, review it, and file the case. Do you understand?"

"Let's change the question first." Qiao Yu suddenly said.

The male policeman took the opportunity to look at her head-on again, and once again showed an expression of "Okay, you are a beautiful woman, I will listen to you", shrugged, and turned the page of the transcript noncommittally.

"Has any criminal evidence been retained that can directly point to Zhang He?" he asked.

He added: "Body fluids, JY, and your residue."

Pan Jing looked like she was about to burst.

"No...no..." she replied hoarsely.

The male policeman had a ridiculous expression on his face.

"Oh, so he didn't go in?" he asked casually.

I--

Min Yuanyuan almost cursed, and the anger in her eyes was about to burst out of her eyes.

Pan Jing let out an extremely painful cry from her throat. She tightened her coat and could barely lift her head.

"Go in," her voice was almost like a needle floating in the sky, light and sharp, and unpleasant to hear, "Go in..."

Pan Jing cried and said: "I... am so disgusted... go to the toilet..."

She cried so much that she could no longer speak.

The policeman frowned again because of the harsh noise, looking helpless and disappointed, like a teacher looking at a poor student who wasted his time on a topic, saying frustrated and funny:

"Oh my god, why didn't you leave any evidence? Silly girl."

"Are you qualified to accuse?"

Qiao Yu said in a cold voice.

Min Yuanyuan on the other side was about to open her mouth, but she honestly closed it before doing so.

In fact, she was thinking the same thing as the police for a moment. She was really a stupid girl. How could she get out first when she was being bullied? Then she wouldn't be able to testify against the criminal, and things would become very difficult to handle.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was filled with embarrassment because of Qiao Yu's words. Min Yuanyuan was so impressed by her angry voice that she reflexively lowered her head and pretended she didn't exist.

Then she noticed that Pan Jing's trembling frequency had become weaker, as if the last bit of strength she had managed to hold on had dissipated.

yes……

Min Yuanyuan suddenly realized something:

Why is it all the victim’s fault?

Why? Why?

She was hurt and bullied mercilessly. She was so sick and collapsed that she could hardly survive. She didn't want the dirt to stay in her body. Isn't it difficult to understand?

Objectively speaking, it is indeed a disadvantage and irrational, but what about the mood of the victim?

Shouldn't it be understood?

You have obviously been forced to endure tremendous pain both physically and psychologically. Do you still have to continue to bear mistakes and responsibilities at this time?

Qiao Yu has always been on Pan Jing's side.

Go to hell with the objectivity, go to hell with the calmness, go to hell with the pattern!

She is extremely willful and puts all these things at the back. What comes first from beginning to end is always the mood of the person involved.

Pan Jing wanted to escape, so she accompanied her to throw this disgusting experience to the ends of the earth; Pan Jing tried her best to raise a little flame of courage from her broken heart, so she firmly protected the candlelight in the palm of her hand.

Only the parties involved know what they need most.

Sometimes it is not a revenge novel, nor is it justice that makes the public applaud.

But so what?

Qiao Yu always respects and understands the choices of the parties involved.

It's ridiculous to blame the biggest victim from above.

She stood up and without saying a word stretched out her hand to tighten the coat wrapped around Pan Jing's body, then leaned over and hugged her.

"Don't be afraid." Qiao Yu said softly in the voice that captured Pan Jing's mind and reason, "Qiaoqiao is here, don't be afraid."

Pan Jing clutched her wrist tightly, like a drowning person desperate to grab anything she could touch.

"let's go."

Qiao Yu said softly.

4300+, 2-in-1 chapter for 10.8 and 10.9.

The transfer time was as long as 48 hours. After I landed in quarantine, I had to spare two days without waking up. I wrote everything I could in advance. Thank you for your understanding.