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 with 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, dark gray, gray, light gray...

Pan Jing was pulled along by this strange and weird chant in a daze, 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 be exuding black energy, gradually returned to their original amber color, as dim as street lights.

She let go of Pan Jing little by little, held up 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 devil whispering, Pan Jing's eyes slowly focused on her face, and it took a long time before she answered with a weak breath:

"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:

"Zhang."

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, and the amplitude of her body shaking was proportional to the content of her thoughts and memories.

"No," she said with a trembling voice, "I don't want to, it's not good, 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, they just can’t.

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

They don't care what kind of retribution or outcome the perpetrator will have. 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 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?

Not possible?

What's wrong with this?

There is no reason for criticism of Min Yuanyuan's reaction. Her approach is rational and calm, and gets to the point. However, she does not have any position that requires 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 has a different way of saving themselves.

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

Min Yuanyuan is not Pan Jing, how can she understand all her feelings and all her concerns?

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 was in great pain and opened her mouth 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. She looked very uncomfortable, as if she was going to die soon.

Cried..."

Pan Jing listened, blinked, and turned back to Qiao Yu with sluggish movements.

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. Her chest was filled with emotion and distress, and there was a faint pain.

She held Pan Jing's hand and tried 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.<

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

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The taxi driver glanced at the rearview mirror and didn't say anything. He just stepped on the accelerator dutifully.

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. Under the care of her companions, the girl wrapped in a coat finally regained some strength 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." Limu Masako 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 about it.

"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 said quickly, "Jing with the green character next to the word female."

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

"Electric...electronic..."

Pan Jing took her mobile 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 ID cards are always authentic. The male policeman looked at the big-foreheaded student girl on the ID card, and then at the delicate Pan Jing with messy hair. 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 police asked.

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