Today, I brushed up on the hot news and brushed up on a vicious wounding case, the location is not far from us on Huabao Street, the gangsters are extremely vicious, they cut people when they see them, and the scene is very tragic. According to common sense, the death penalty in such a harmful case did not run, but the court did not know what had happened and refused to announce the verdict. The victim's family members jointly signed a letter demanding that the death penalty be imposed. In my opinion: this kind of long-delayed eight-quasi is a family that is either rich or expensive, sentenced, how long can it be delayed, how long can it be delayed, drag it until the heat passes, spend some money, find a relationship, it's a big deal to stay in prison for a few more years and then come out and continue to be chic, anyway, the family has money or power, and they won't suffer much in prison. The law is originally fair, but sometimes the law's care for special groups of people will be exploited by people with intentions, no, I just read the latest report, and the suspect's psychiatric evaluation report came out, saying that the suspect is like this because of mental illness. Every word on that report is an insult to mental illness, okay? There was a lot of scolding on the Internet, and I was very angry when I saw it.

Something else, for some reason, when I saw the photos of those crime scenes, my heart beat so hard that I felt very uncomfortable. It's not that kind of sympathy or indignation, but a strong sense of crisis, and my sister always flashes in front of me, I think, maybe it's because the crime happened to be too close to my home and school, and my sister happened to be missing, and I was worried about her.

One day in April, a thundershower.

My sister was found, in a small ditch. The police asked my father and mother to identify the body, but my parents asked me if I was going, so I didn't go. My sister is still alive, and she comes to accompany me every night, and I can even feel the temperature of her palm touching my hand.

At noon, my mother came back from the police station, and I saw my mother's face full of tears. I asked her, where did Dad go? Mom said that Dad went to Grandma's house. After a few more hours, Dad came back, red-eyed, and it was time to eat, drink, and play.

Today is the weekend, and after squinting for a while at noon, I dreamed of my sister.

"Wake up, Chenchen! Wake up! My sister shouted as she looked at me in grief and shook my shoulders vigorously with both hands.

I woke up instantly and woke up to a pungent smell, the smell of gas in the kitchen! The bedroom door was open, and I ran out of the bedroom to see the window connecting the kitchen and living room wide open, which never opened! I quickly closed the window, then opened the window that communicated with the outside world, and rushed into the kitchen with my sleeve over my nose, and sure enough, the gas valve was on! My heart was pounding, like it was going to jump out of my chest. I quickly closed the valve, ran out of the kitchen, closed the kitchen door again, and ran out of the house. When I ran out, my legs were shaking and I almost fell several times. As soon as I ran out of the house, I collapsed by the door, and I collapsed to the point where my body slammed the door shut. At this time, I realized that I was dizzy, breathing hard, my arms and hands were trembling, and I had no strength in my body.

At Aunt Li's house, I called my mother and asked her why the windows in the kitchen and living room were open and the gas valves were not turned off. Mom said she didn't know, the window was closed when she left, and she didn't smell the gas, and Dad was still at home when she left, so I asked Dad to ask.

Daddy, it's him······

The layout of my house is like this: the entrance is the living room, the bedroom, study, kitchen and bathroom are semi-surrounded on both sides of the living room, my sister's bedroom and I are across the living room to the kitchen, the kitchen has a window connecting to the living room, if the window is opened, the gas inside rushes straight to our bedroom.

If a person opens the window connecting the kitchen to the living room, but closes the window connecting the living room to the outside world, there is only one purpose······

One day in April, it rained lightly.

Mom, your salary is obviously not less than Dad's, why do you take care of all the housework and still beat and scold? Why did you say that you didn't divorce because of me? Why do good families don't want to find children from single-parent families, if you get divorced, I won't be able to marry good people? Is the only way for a girl to marry in the end? Actually, you just love him, right? What excuses? You say you don't love it, but what do you look like when you see him eating your food with a satisfied expression? His eyes lit up like a magnesium lamp, and he almost took a loudspeaker to shout that he was super happy. Is this also pretended? I know, you're lying. Even if ······ He disregarded your body and forced you to have children, you turned out! I gradually agreed!

What about my sister? What do you think of your sister! The cause of her death is unknown, staying alone in that cold and cramped place, you are going to plan a happy life of having a son and going to the pinnacle of life? Do you feel that your sister is gone, and there is finally no burden? Can you live without worries? I'm still here!

One day in April, it rained heavily.

Wind and rain, my parents fought this time was different from the past, it was extremely intense, my mother locked me in the house, there was a bang outside the house, I wanted to call the police but I didn't have a mobile phone. I'm in my bedroom right now, and I'm crying out for help, but why hasn't anyone in my neighborhood, who is usually very warm-looking, asked? Grandma Zhang, who often exchanges meals, and Aunt Li, who takes care of each other's housework······ Aren't you all home?

The diary was written here, with a scratch, and finally the tip of the pen poked deep into the paper.

There was a loud bang, and then there was silence, and I was a little afraid, and I did not dare to shout loudly, for fear that something more terrible would happen.

What time is it? It's still so quiet outside, but when did my quilt cover me, is the fight over, and my mother has come to see me?

This is the end of the diary.

Then, I finally mustered up the courage to smash open the bedroom door with a chair.

No! No! No!!! It's blood, blood all over the ground! I didn't dare to look at the end of the blood, my parents just shot hard, and now they are bandaged in the hospital, so they didn't have time to take care of me, I'm going to find them, yes, run out of this room!

The gate was open, and I ran out, through countless streets, through countless red lights, to my aunt's house, and my aunt hugged me tightly and burst into tears.

"I'm going to report it, someone here is deliberately hurting someone!" The brother-in-law called the police.

I stayed at my aunt's house for two days, and my aunt always hugged me and comforted me: "Chenchen, I will take good care of you, like my own child." I nodded, and felt the wetness of my neck.

Two days later, I was taken away by the police, who demanded that I tell the truth about my parents' murder. "You're still so young, you'll be lenient if you take the initiative to confess." The officer's expression was very stern, and he seemed to be a little regretful.