Song Qiqi was sick in the middle of the night, but fortunately, a roommate got up at that time and felt that the ground was wet, sticky, and smelly.

"Ahh The roommate screamed in fright and threw away his phone at once. The entire dormitory was awakened. After turning on the light, he found that Song Qiqi's arm was hanging out from the bed curtain. A slender wound on his wrist was dripping with blood, his head tilted to the side, and a face that had lost its color.

In the early hours of the morning, the campus was rarely lively. The screeching of cars pierced the campus. The lights were mostly on throughout the dormitory, and many students were whispering about what had happened tonight.

Yao Runzhao was sleeping in a daze, still dreaming, when he was suddenly awakened by the special ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Yao Runzhao, take care of your mobile phone!" A dormitory roommate was also arguing, full of anger, threw a pillow at him, and vented his dissatisfaction with him.

"Hey, hello!What's wrong?" Yao Runzhao wittily pulled the zipper of the mosquito net, blocked the pillow attack thrown over, and pressed the answer button indiscriminately, wanting to end the call as soon as possible, but was startled by the cry from the other side of the receiver, after hearing the news, he suddenly lost his sleepiness, quickly got up and dressed, turned over and got out of bed and wanted to rush to the girls' dormitory.

"I'll be there soon!I'll be there soon!Hold on!Let her hold on!" Yao Runzhao anxiously shouted to the other end of the phone, hurriedly rummaging through the gauze and hemostatic medicine in his cabinet, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't find anything. In the sound of ping-pong, bottles and cans fell to the ground.

Song Qiqi's roommate said that her current situation was very bad, there were blood stains everywhere on the bedside, the bloodstained knife was thrown on the pillow, and she was confused, no matter how she screamed, there was no response.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Don't let people sleep?" The other roommates stuck out their heads in a daze, looking at Yao Runzhao, who was unusual, dissatisfied.

"Song Qiqi had an accident. Yao Runzhao hurriedly explained, and began to bury his head again. As soon as the roommates heard the news, they all sobered up. They all got up and looked for things with Yao Runzhao. After a while, everyone sitting in the dormitory heard the sound of an ambulance crossing the campus.

"No need to look for it. Yao Runzhao sat down in a chair decadently, breathing heavily, holding his head with both hands, and did not make a sound for a long time. The other brothers didn't know how to comfort him, so they could only pat him on the shoulder and sit with him.

Song Qiqi didn't survive in the end. Maybe I was sober in the middle, and when I returned to school, I was always regarded as an outlier by the people around me, and it didn't take long for me to attack again, so I simply went through the formalities and dropped out of school directly.

Yao Runzhao has always hated the people who spread rumors at that time, and those people Yao Runzhao all knew that she was Song Qiqi's high school classmate, and she couldn't get used to her in high school.

In fact, these people look at Song Qiqi unpleasantly and there are also Song Qiqi's own reasons, girls will definitely divide into camps, Song Qiqi is good to everyone, and they are happy to do it on either side, but they don't please either side, and they usually like to be alone.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, it was Song Qiqi himself, who suffered by himself.

It's just that Yao Runzhao is the most unaccustomed to the people who spread at the beginning, purely to attract attention, he makes jokes about other people's things, and he never thinks it's a big deal when he looks at the lively.

Yao Runzhao hates the most about those keyboard warriors who don't know the truth, indiscriminately, and criticize indiscriminately. At that time, it was not that there were no people who spoke for Song Qiqi, but people were used to one-sided pitiful, and they were affected by the forwarding, and most of the spearheads were aimed at Song Qiqi.

If the vicious language is just the initial spearhead attack, then what follows is doxxation and exposure, Song Qiqi painfully looked at his photos and was insulted and amused, and even his family also suffered.

The story of the three becoming tigers has been passed down since ancient times, and it has been handed down to the present, and it is even more vividly reflected in the network society.

One person said that Song Qiqi was vicious, damned, and unworthy of living in this world, and two people still said so, and later three people, ten people, a group of people, and hundreds of people all said so, Song Qiqi could ignore it at first, but later, it was impossible not to pay attention to it, and it developed again, so he believed it.

"Qiqi, don't, don't look. Yao Runzhao begged Song Qiqi bitterly, while desperately blocking Song Qiqi's attack that wanted to break his hand, he lowered his head, looked at the red eyes of the girl in his arms, roared like a beast, and felt despair for the first time.

Song Qiqi's years stopped growing in that year, and the good years were forever fixed on the night of the age of nineteen, Yao Runzhao begged his family hard, and contacted Song Qiqi's family, while working, while taking Song Qiqi with him, all kinds of precautions, hoping that one day, she could really wake up.

Song Qiqi's only contact with the world is the Internet, and she will always try her best to browse information about herself, losing control again and again, and making herself bruised again and again.

Yao Runzhao was distressed and helpless to Song Qiqi, he didn't dare to disconnect the network, because he wanted to oppose the network, or use the network, but he didn't dare to let Song Qiqi contact the network again.

Unplugging the network cable and hiding it before going out every day has become the top priority in Yao Runzhao's life.

Song Qiqi's matter has been fried several times, and after it has been doubled a few times, there is no heat, and as soon as the freshness of netizens passes, they will leave this matter behind them and look for new prey, but the injury suffered by Song Qiqi will stay on her forever.

Yao Runzhao's establishment of this alliance has never been a whim.

Since Song Qiqi's accident, he has begun to pay great attention to Internet incidents, and has also recorded one-sided remarks, and has followed up many times afterwards, only to find that it was never only Song Qiqi who was violently injured by online public opinion, and Song Qiqi was not the most deeply harmed.

Every day in the world, there are people who are hurt because of online public opinion, and in the unknown corner, there are always people who pay the price for other people's words. Regardless of their status, from beggars to riches, from workers to scientists, as long as there is a little bit of chasing after the wind, they can always be put down by the keyboard warriors, telling the truth of the matter, and attacking and hurting them with words.

Song Qiqi is just one of them, and he is still alive in the world.

There are many more people, in unknown corners of the world, desperately struggling or dying.

Song Qiqi, like those people, doesn't know how long he hasn't encountered warmth, the warmth he hasn't seen for a long time.