Song Qiuya's head hung outside the table, one arm pressed under her, as if someone had casually thrown it there very impatiently.

Zhou Wanwan walked over, closed the curtains, laboriously moved a table from the corner, wiped it carefully, and connected it to the table where Song Qiuya was lying, trying to straighten her body.

But Song Qiuya has been thrown here like this for too long, and she has formed a corpse stiffness, and Zhou Wanwan can't move her at all.

Zhou Wanwan gently stroked Song Qiuya's cold and dehydrated skin, like a snow-white parchment, without any of the tenderness and elasticity it once was. That once vivid life is gone, and now lying here is only evidence of the mistreatment and injustice she has suffered.

Zhou Wanwan gently took off Song Qiuya's clothes, there was nothing in her dress, they didn't even give her underwear, so she did it in a hurry.

Are you sure that even if someone finds something wrong, they don't dare or don't have the ability to settle accounts with them, right?

Zhou Wanwan set up a surgical lamp in the room and began to seriously examine the traces on her body.

There were several bloody bite wounds on the chest and shoulders, and the wounds were red, swollen and inflamed, which was abused before death.

Zhou Wanwan took a cotton swab and wiped it around the wound, she wanted to figure everything out, so that they would double every evil they inflicted on Qiu Ya.

On the ribs, shoulders, thighs, back, Song Qiuya's body was covered with black-purple bruises, which were traces of the beating.

There were many cigarette butt burns on the shoulders and chest, and some of the surrounding areas were not red, swollen and inflamed, which was scalded after death. At that time, the cell has no defense mechanism. A cigarette butt is no different from a leather bag, leaving only a dead black burn mark.

Zhou Wan inspected Song Qiuya's scarred body little by little, until her flesh and blood blurred lower body.

"Qiuya. Don't be afraid, I want to know who hurt you, and we have to get him punished. Don't be afraid, trust me. Zhou Wanwan wiped Song Qiuya's lower body with a cotton swab, and spoke to her softly, "I know you are in pain, you have suffered a lot." Don't worry, I will help you get it back, let's get it back. ”

Leave the evidence. Zhou Wanwan began to clean up the blood stains and all kinds of dirty traces on Song Qiuya's body.

Qiu Ya is such a beautiful and clean girl, she shouldn't leave with this filth. She can't let her finish the last journey of her life like this.

That's the main purpose of her coming here today. Qiu Ya loves cleanliness and beauty, and refuses to go out if she doesn't wash her face and comb her hair well when she takes a nap. She definitely couldn't accept herself like this.

Zhou Wanwan gently and patiently wiped Song Qiuya's smudged body. It was a farewell between them.

Outside the window, the wind was strong, and the raindrops of beans were pounding violently on the window, and a thunderclap seemed to explode around them, shaking the window and buzzing.

Zhou Wanwan had no distractions, wiping Song Qiuya's body little by little, inch by inch, until her whole body was cleaned up, without a trace of dirt, without a trace of those people.

Cleaned up. The wounds on Song Qiuya's body were even more hideous. The head was pushed down the stairs and the impact of the dent, and the flesh on the neck was turned open. Arteries and trachea were severed in unison, bite marks and burns on the chest, and badly torn wounds on the lower body......

Zhou Wanwan took out tools and mended Song Qiuya's scarred body little by little, gentle and patient, as gentle as when Qiuya occasionally came to give her pigtails as a child.

If someone passes by the window now, they will see a shadow in a window of Building 8, a little girl gently sewing another little girl, stitch by stitch and thread.

Like in the warm spring sun, they used to sit on the grass together and read, one was tired of reading, lying on the other leg, and the two of them laughed and whispered.

Two girls can feel their lightness and beauty even if they only look at one silhouette.

They should appear in the warm and smooth campus, stay in the classroom with the sound of books, play among the flowers and willows, and show bright smiles in the sun. The only place they shouldn't be there is this grim and dirty Building No. 8......

After packing up Song Qiuya, Zhou Wanwan took out her clothes and dressed her one by one from the inside out.

"Qiuya, I promise, you'll be home soon. Those people's dirty hands will never touch you again. I promise. ”

Zhou Wanwan whispered to Song Qiuya over and over again, cleaned her hair, combed her beautiful braids, and put on a light makeup to cover the bruises and scars on her face.

Qiu Ya loves beauty, she must want to finish the last journey of her life beautifully, and she must also want to appear in front of her mother and younger brother neatly and neatly.

After processing these, Zhou Wanwan began to test the evidence just collected, the saliva on the tooth marks, semen-fluid-, each of which extracted DNA, and then compared the DNA data on the cigarette butts collected in the morning, all the people who participated in harming Qiu Ya surfaced one by one.

Zhou Wanwan held the final result, and her hands still trembled uncontrollably. In Qiu Ya's body, there are five people's semen.

Qiu Dafeng, Liu Weidong, Bian Zhiyun, and the other two leaders of the rebel headquarters, their faces appeared in front of Zhou Wanwan's eyes one by one, making her eyes slowly freeze into ice.

She felt that something was wrong when she examined Qiu Ya's body, and based on the direction of the wound on her neck and the wound on her hand, Zhou Wanwan could now conclude that Qiu Ya had committed suicide.

She couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide with a paper cutter or utility knife.

Zhou Wanwan stroked Song Qiuya's cheeks, shoulders, and arms over and over again, comforting her and herself, "Qiuya, it's okay, everything is over." I'll avenge you tomorrow, it's all right. ”

In the end, Zhou Wanwan sat quietly beside Song Qiuya and read her a poem she wrote herself.

It was written when they were frolicking together, converting ancient poems into modern poems, Song Qiuya wrote words, she accompanied paintings, and the two of them played the same thing, which was praised and praised by teachers and classmates, and finally brought them this huge disaster.

But Zhou Wanwan doesn't hate the poems and paintings that both of them like, this is something that she and Qiu Ya both like. There is nothing wrong with these pure and beautiful words and pictures, what is wrong is the villains who only want to destroy and possess these good things.

"Jiangnan, another rainy Qingming.

The rain of this day drenched the past and present lives.

The shepherd's flute came, and the willows became greener and greener,

The greener one is the lonely grave of the spring grass.

The baby herding the cow, pointing to the wine banner in the rain in the distance,

The wine banner hangs low in a small village full of apricot blossoms.

If someone looks through the petals.

I don't know how many tear stains you will see.

With the cup in hand, I asked the man of heaven,

Do you smell the fragrance of this wine? ”

This is Song Qiuya's rewriting based on Du Mu's "Qingming". During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Song Qiuya always felt that Zhou Wanwan's painting was a poem, but Zhou Wanwan could see a painting from Song Qiuya's poem, and the two of them never looked in the same direction. One looks at the text. A picture is always seen, but their heart can always go to one place.

Zhou Wanwan sat with Song Qiuya for a while, until the wind and rain stopped outside and the sky lit up with a rising star, she shook Song Qiuya's hand for the last time and said goodbye to her.

"Qiuya, you watch, I will avenge you. Qiuya. Good bye. ”

Zhou Wanwan walked out of Building 8 and took a deep breath in the fresh air after the rain. Strode towards the school office building.

Behind them, in the communication room of Building 8, the two sleeping guards began to pile up transparent blisters layer by layer, and these blisters would continue to pile up until they burst and bleed pus, which lasted for several months.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, Zhou Wanwan doesn't want to be compassionate at this time, thinking about the general environment, everyone has hardships, anyone who is related to Qiu Ya's killing must get his retribution!

The door of the office building was closed, but it was difficult for her to take out her tools and open the big iron lock in more than ten seconds.

Qiu Dafeng's office is on the fourth floor, and it is the best room in the whole building. Zhou Wanwan easily opened the iron lock on the door and walked in.

The office was unusually tidy, with only simple desks, chairs, and sofas, not even a single potted plant, and not a single piece of paper on the desk.

This is clearly an office that has just been cleaned up and hasn't had time to refurbish. It was Qiuya's blood that was cleaned up, and possibly her father's.

Zhou Wanwan sprayed luminous ammonia in the room, and the blood stains that had just been wiped off in this room appeared again. The largest pool was on the table, and that should be where Song Qiuya sang.

On the table next to it, on the floor, and even on the nearby windowsill, there were traces of blood splatters.

Another relatively large pool of blood stains in front of the desk, which is a vertical and low blood stain, Zhou Wanwan took a sample of the pool of blood stains for testing, and sure enough, it was the same as Song Qiuya's twenty-three chromosomes. It was the blood stains of Song Qiuya's father.

With such a amount of bleeding, he wouldn't have survived if he wasn't pushed downstairs.

Zhou Wanwan sprayed another spray on all the bloodstained places, and soon, those pink traces turned into pools of sticky and bright red blood, which appeared in this room shockingly.

Zhou Wanwan looked at this room full of scarlet blood with satisfaction, that's right, this is a murder scene, no one wants to erase it easily.

The blood shed by Song Qiuya and her father here must be seen by everyone.

They go and wipe it, it will still appear like this after wiping, and it will stay for more than a month, until Qiu Ya and her father have burned Wuqi and the loss is completely finished.

This is an indictment and a memorial to their victimization. No one wants to let their two fresh and noble lives die so easily.

You have to remember them! Remember how they were killed, and we must also remember that good and evil are rewarded, and there will be justice in the world!

Walking out of the door, Zhou Wanwan turned around and sprayed a few big scarlet characters on the door and the wall next to it, looking at their shocking and bloodstained appearance, before turning around and leaving.

On the door and wall of the house that she threw behind her, there were a few big characters dripping with blood: Qiu Dafeng, murderer! Damnation!

Zhou Wanwan returned to the dormitory before the sky turned white, and lay quietly in bed waiting for dawn.

At seven o'clock, when everyone in the dormitory got up and was ready to go to dinner, Secretary Liu of the School Reform Committee came to the dormitory again to look for her.

The dormitory teacher who came to deliver the message pulled Zhou Wanwan into the corridor and nervously whispered to her, "Don't go with her, stay in the dormitory and wait for your brother to pick you up!" ”

Zhou Wanwan smiled comfortingly at the dormitory teacher, "Teacher, don't worry, I know what to do." ”

Zhou Wanwan didn't go back to the dormitory, she was already ready, there was no need to go back and let Mo Qiqi worry about them. She walked directly to the door of the sixth house and met Secretary Liu.

Director Liu is twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with thin and sallow cheeks, sharp and shrewd eyes, and he is mean and difficult to mess with at first glance.

"Let's go! You have to go and claim the prize today, and I'll do the rest! Hurry up! Don't mess with me! Director Liu glanced at Zhou Wanwan, with a sneer and faint contempt on the corner of his mouth, and turned around to leave.

"Go tell Liu Weidong, I don't think you speak ugly, so I won't go with you." Zhou Wanwan stood at the door of the dormitory, and also looked at this Secretary Liu with a sneer. (To be continued......)

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