When Xia Xingran saw Ji Ying in the interrogation room, she was wearing a purple sports sweatshirt, a short black skirt, and a pair of white sneakers on her feet.

Because of the three days of detention, Ji Ying's waist-length hair was slightly greasy, her white face was slightly haggard, but it was not messy at all, her wild and untamed eyes, and the cold arrogance revealed made people unconsciously want to take a step back. The nose was straight, and the thin lower lips were pursed, revealing a faint mocking smile.

"I know you, you're Xia Xingran. What, did you choke?" As soon as Ji Ying sat down, she habitually cocked Erlang's legs, and her hair was pulled behind her ears, revealing a valuable ear drill.

"I just wanted to ask you something. It doesn't matter if you choke or not." Xia Xingran was used to seeing such a disobedient person before, so there were not too many waves on his face.

"I'm really curious, aren't you a very famous doctor, how do you have so much time to meddle with other people's affairs. Or are the doctors so Mary-hearted?" Ji Ying's tone was disdainful, and her face was full of disgust.

Xia Xingran stopped the annoyed Lin Ren and said, "Because doctors not only save diseases, but more importantly, save people."

Ji Ying glanced up at Xia Xingran, then spread out her hands and shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I'm a minor anyway."

"That's a good point. We can wait for you for a year, and you can go to serve your sentence next year." Han Chen Luo didn't have the good temper like Xia Xingran, he had a cold face, and said with a cold face.

"Who are you to sentence me? The videos I made are real, not fake!" Ji Ying glared at Han Chenluo and asked.

Han Chenluo sneered and read it to Ji Ying slowly: "First, the act of secretly taking pictures violates privacy and personal rights, and is an illegal act. Article 42 of the "Law of the People's Republic of China on Public Security Administration Punishments" stipulates that the circumstances like yours are serious. shall be detained for not less than 5 days but not more than 10 days, and may also be fined not more than 500 yuan."

Ji Ying breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, revealing an expression that was nothing more than that.

Han Chenluo's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he smiled without a smile: "As for the second point, it is thanks to you, which has just been formulated in the past few days."

"Death caused by online violence is a situation where others are publicly insulted or defamed by fabricating facts by other means, and the circumstances are serious, and the sentence is up to three years imprisonment, short-term detention, controlled release, or deprivation of political rights."

Ji Ying smacked her lips, and looked at the lip shape to repeat the sentence for three years.

"However, in the past few days, my teachers and classmates from law school have been studying this case overnight. If you keep witnessing this kind of perjury, you can commit intentional homicide by encouraging others to commit suicide."

Han Chenluo was hit with one blow, Ji Ying immediately stood up, pointed at Han Chenluo with her index finger, and her eyes showed fierceness: "Why do you say that I deliberately killed someone, believe it or not, I will sue you for slander!"

"I advise you not to try to teach the Fa to a law student. Because it's ridiculous." The first attack was effective, Han Chenluo learned Ji Ying's posture, and sat down with Erlang's legs crossed, and picked his toes at Ji Ying as if provocatively.

Xia Xingran glanced at him with disgust and knocked off his leg: "Xiao Luo, you can't be so rude. It's a basic human right."

There was a moment of light in Ji Ying's eyes, and she stared at Xia Xingran closely, but in an instant, she returned to her appearance as if it was just an illusion.

"If that being the case, then let it be you. Anyway, I'm a bad one, and no one cares." Ji Ying sat down again, straightened her long legs, folded her ankles, and spun in circles wantonly.

Lin Ren sighed and said in Xia Xingran's ear, "Look, look, she's here again. No matter how much we try to knock on the side and follow the good show, she is like a stone in a dung pit, smelly and hard, and the oil and salt do not enter, and she is really anxious to die!"

Unlike others, Xia Xingran saw a hint of déjà vu in Ji Ying's eyes. She smiled at Lin Ren and said, "Captain Lin, you guys go back to the next room to look at the monitor first, and let me try it here."

Lin Ren was overjoyed and nodded gratefully. Han Chenluo was not very relieved, and after snorting a few times, he saw Lin Ren carry him on his shoulder with a backhand, and took him out without saying anything.

Looking at Han Chenluo's punching and kicking on Lin Ren's shoulder, Xia Xingran

A rare heartfelt smile.

Ji Ying looked at the interrogation room where only she and Xia Xingran were left, and for some reason, she was even more afraid of Xia Xingran, who looked extremely weak.

"They're all gone, and it's just the two of us now. Ji Ying, have you always lived in an environment where you are not taken seriously?"

Xia Xingran went straight to the point, and his sharp words were like a nail, the heart of Ji Ying, who was unmistakable.

Ji Ying's heart festered instantly, and this kind of change was so big that it could be easily seen from her eyes.

Those black pupils instantly overflowed with incredulity, and then endless sadness and hatred spread.

"I've never believed that there are inherently bad people. Ji Ying, you still have a long life to go." Xia Xingran's tone slowed down, relaxed and relaxed: "Give yourself a chance to reduce your sentence."

"yes, I just want her dead."

After being silent for a long time, Ji Ying's eyes were scarlet, and the words were almost squeezed out of between her teeth.

"I've got enough patience." Xia Xingran suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, Ji Ying's psychological warfare, she won the bet.

"Can you pack a cigarette for me?" Ji Ying stretched out her hand towards Xia Xingran.

Xia Xingran frowned, and the occupational disease suddenly went up: "How can you smoke at such a young age, your body will collapse again!"

Lin Ren, who was next door, slapped him on the forehead, and hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to contact Xia Xingran: "Xiao Xia, it's not a hospital now. You give her cigarettes and lighters, right in the left-hand drawer, quick! Don't miss out on such a great opportunity."

Xia Xingran muttered and reluctantly handed over the cigarette and lighter.

With a click, orange-red flames suddenly appeared, followed by a puff of blue-blue choking smoke, slowly rising and flowing through the interrogation room.

"A proud girl like you must look down on a troubled girl like me." Ji Ying skillfully held the cigarette with two fingers, half-squinted, spit out strips of gray gas from her mouth, and a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth.

Xia Xingran took out the mask he was carrying with him and put it on himself, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was not very good, so he took it off.

"What do you have? When I was your age, I was more despised than you. Don't you know about my parents' case?"

Ji Ying looked at the serious Xia Xingran through the smoke, and suddenly laughed: "Yes, I almost forgot. You're more notorious than I am."

Silence returned to the interrogation room. Ji Ying leisurely swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, and in the midst of the smoke, she kept peeking at Xia Xingran, and even hummed a song freely between lighting the cigarette.

Lin Ren urged again and again, but Xia Xingran turned a deaf ear, she looked at Ji Ying quietly, silently waiting for her to surrender.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, Ji Ying threw the cigarette and lighter to Xia Xingran: "I often hear people say that successful people must have merit, and I have seen it today. I'm curious, when can you wait?"

Xia Xingran took a sip of water, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were confident: "As a surgeon, I need to operate all year round, and endurance is the basic skill."

"Well, I can't stand it. I want to go back to sleep." Ji Ying found a step for herself, stretched her waist, and changed to a comfortable sitting position.

"Ji Ling and I are both only children. Because of the relationship between our parents, we have always been sisters since we were children, and we are very close."

Ji Ying looked at the ceiling and finally began to tell her story.

"But people are different from each other." Ji Ying's words changed, and she was still warm just now, but it turned into three feet of ice in an instant.

"My grades in reading are not good, although I try my best to study, but every time I take the exam, Ji Ling can always get into the top three in the age, but I can't even reach the middle of the class." Ji Ying's articulation gradually began to become heavier.

And this incident also became the fuse for the breakdown of the relationship between the sisters.

Because of the relationship between the performance gap is too large. Ji Ying is always the one who is criticized for education. From teachers and classmates to parents and relatives, everyone sees her the most:

[Look at your sister Ji Ling, how good her grades are. You look at you again, tsk, tsk, you take

What is compared to others. It's not a shame that you're still a sister! 】

I thought that verbal attacks would be uncomfortable enough. Unexpectedly, what made Ji Ying even more sad was still to come.

"From childhood to adulthood, as long as Ji Ling wants something, the whole family will promise her and buy it for her. From grandparents to parents, everyone spoils her like a baby. And if I just wanted a box of crayons, I would be reprimanded."

Ji Ying is very talented in painting, and she hopes to grow up to become a painter in the future and hold her own art exhibitions. But in the eyes of her old-fashioned parents, Ji Ying's artistic pursuit has become ironclad evidence that she is not doing her job:

[Ji Ling is reading and doing questions every day, you are good, and you still have the leisure to paint here. Ouch, how did I give birth to such a useless thing as you, I'm so angry! 】.

This is a sentence that Ji Ying's mother often hangs on her lips.

"One day when I came home, I found that my parents had thrown away all my painting tools and albums, and beat me up, so that I would go to Ji Ling every night to make up for my studies."

Speaking of this, Ji Ying's tears began to burst, and the tears made her porcelain-like face almost transparent.

Those painting tools were all bought by Ji Ying with the savings of food money and two yuan a piece. And those paintings carry her most hidden thoughts and all her ardent hopes for the future.

It was brutally and forcibly destroyed.

She did not go to Ji Ling's house immediately, but went through the trash can, trying to find her beloved painting tools and works.

Just as she was covered in dirt and smell, Ji Ling walked past her with an inquiring voice. When she looked up in embarrassment and saw who the boy standing next to Ji Ling was, her heart, which was already devastated, was completely shattered and could never be recovered.