When Xia Xingran saw Ji Ying in the interrogation room, she was wearing a purple sports sweatshirt, a black skirt, and a pair of white sneakers.
Because she had been locked up for three days, Ji Ying's waist-length hair was slightly greasy, and her fair face was slightly haggard, but not messy at all. Her wild, untamed eyes and cold arrogance made people unconsciously want to take a step back. A straight nose, thin lower lips pursed tightly, revealing a faint sarcastic smile.
"I recognize you, you are Xia Xingran. What, are you okay?" As soon as Ji Ying sat down, she habitually crossed her legs and pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing the valuable earrings.
"I just want to ask you something. It has nothing to do with whether you are choking or not." Xia Xingran was used to seeing such rude people in the past, so there was not much trouble on his face.
"I'm really curious, aren't you a very famous doctor? How come you have so much time to mind other people's business? Or are doctors so holy?" Ji Ying said in a disdainful tone, with disgust on her face.
Xia Xingran stopped the angry Lin Ren and said seriously: "Because doctors not only save patients, but more importantly, save people."
Ji Ying raised her head and glanced at Xia Xingran, then spread her hands and shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I'm underage anyway."
"That's right. We can wait for you for a year, and you can serve your sentence next year." Han Chenluo didn't have the good temper of Xia Xingran. He said with a cold face, focusing on Ji Ying's pain points. .
"What qualifications do you have to sentence me? The videos I took are all real, not forged!" Ji Ying glared at Han Chenluo and asked.
Han Chenluo sneered and read to Ji Ying slowly: "First, the act of secretly photographing violates privacy and personal rights and is illegal. Article 42 of the "Hua Guo Public Security Administration Punishment Law" stipulates that for serious crimes like yours . Detention for not less than 5 days but not more than 10 days, and a fine of not more than 500 yuan may be imposed.”
After hearing this, Ji Ying breathed a sigh of relief and showed an expression that was nothing more than that.
Han Chenluo's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said with a smile: "As for the second point, it was just made in the past few days thanks to your blessing."
"Cyberviolence resulting in death refers to other methods of openly insulting others or fabricating facts to slander others. In serious cases, the offender shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance, or deprivation of political rights."
Ji Ying smacked her lips and looked like she had been repeating the sentence for three years.
"However, in the past few days, my teachers and classmates from the law school and I have studied this case overnight. If you continue to maintain the attitude of falsely testifying like this, you can be guilty of intentional homicide by inciting and encouraging others to commit suicide."
Han Chenluo hit the target with one hit. Ji Ying immediately stood up and pointed her index finger at Han Chenluo with a fierce look in her eyes: "Why do you say that I killed someone intentionally? Do you believe it or not? I will sue you for slander!"
"I advise you not to try to lecture a law student. Because this is really ridiculous." The initial attack was effective. Han Chenluo imitated Ji Ying's posture and sat down with his legs crossed, pointing at Ji Ying. Ying raised her toes provocatively.
Xia Xingran glared at him and knocked off his leg: "Xiao Luo, you can't be so rude. This is basic human rights."
There was light in Ji Ying's eyes for a moment, and she stared at Xia Xingran, but for a moment, she returned to her careless look, as if it was just an illusion.
"In that case, it's up to you. Anyway, I'm going to die, and no one cares anyway." Ji Ying sat down again, straightened her long legs, folded her ankles, and turned in circles wantonly .
Lin Ren sighed and said in Xia Xingran's ear: "Look, look, she's here again. No matter how we insinuate ourselves, she's just like a stone in a cesspool, smelly, hard, and not oily or salty." Come in, I’m so anxious!”
Unlike others, Xia Xingran saw something familiar in Ji Ying's eyes. She smiled lightly at Lin Ren and said: "Captain Lin, please retreat to the next room to watch the monitor. Let me try it here first."...
Lin Ren was overjoyed and nodded gratefully. Han Chenluo was not at ease. After groaning a few times, Lin Ren put him on his shoulders with a backhand and took him out without any explanation.
Seeing Han Chenluo punching and kicking Lin Ren on the shoulder, Xia Xingran
A rare genuine smile.
Ji Ying saw that she and Xia Xingran were the only ones left in the interrogation room. For some reason, she was even more afraid of Xia Xingran, who looked extremely weak.
"They have all left, and now it is just the two of us. 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 nails, stabbing into Ji Ying's heart with precision.
Ji Ying's defenses instantly fester, and this huge change can be easily seen in her eyes.
Those black pupils were instantly filled with disbelief, and then endless sadness and hatred spread.
"I never believe that there are born bad people. Ji Ying, you still have a long life." Xia Xingran's tone slowed down 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 she almost squeezed out these words from between her teeth.
"I have enough patience." Xia Xingran breathed a sigh of relief. She won Ji Ying's psychological war.
"Can you give me a pack of cigarettes?" Ji Ying reached out to Xia Xingran.
Xia Xingran frowned. Occupational diseases suddenly appeared on his body: "How can you smoke when you are so young? Your body will collapse again!"
Lin Ren, who was next door, slapped himself on the forehead and quickly contacted Xia Xingran through the intercom: "Xia Xia, we are not in the hospital now. Give her the cigarette and lighter, which are in the drawer on the left. Hurry! Don't miss this. Good timing."
Xia Xingran mumbled and reluctantly handed over the cigarette and lighter.
There was a click, and orange-red flames suddenly appeared, followed by a choking blue-green smoke that slowly rose and flowed in the interrogation room.
"A proud girl like you must look down on a troubled girl like me." Ji Ying skillfully held the cigarette between her fingers, half-squinted her eyes, and blew out strips of gray gas from her mouth, with a hint of cigarette smoke at the corner of her mouth. Self-deprecating smile.
Xia Xingran took out the mask he carried with him and put it on himself. After thinking about it, he felt it was not good, so he took it off anyway.
"What do you think? When I was your age, I was more scorned than you. Don't you know about my parents' case?"
Ji Ying looked at the serious Xia Xingran through the smoke, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Yes, I almost forgot. You are more notorious than me."
Silence returned to the interrogation room. Ji Ying puffed away the smoke leisurely and contentedly. As the smoke filled the air, she kept peeking at Xia Xingran. She even hummed a song comfortably between lighting up her cigarette.
Lin Ren urged repeatedly, 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 cigarettes and lighter to Xia Xingran: "I often hear people say that successful people must have merits, and I have seen it today. I am curious, what can you expect? when?"
Xia Xingran took a sip of water, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said with confidence at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows: "As a surgeon, I need to perform surgeries all year round, and endurance is a basic skill."
"Okay, I can't stand it anymore. I still want to go back to sleep." Ji Ying found a step for herself, stretched out and changed into a comfortable sitting position.
"Ji Ling and I are both only children. Because of our father's relationship, we have always been sisters since we were young, and our relationship is particularly close."
Ji Ying looked at the ceiling and finally began to tell her story.
"But people are different from each other." Ji Ying changed the subject. What was warm and tender just now turned into ice in an instant.
"My academic performance is not good. Although I study hard, Ji Ling can always get into the top three in every exam, but I can't even reach the middle of the class." Ji Ying's pronunciation gradually began to change. Heavy.
This incident also became the trigger for the breakdown of the relationship between the sisters.
Because the achievement gap is too large. Ji Ying is always the one who is criticized and educated. From teachers and classmates to parents and relatives, the most common thing everyone said when they saw her was:
[Look at your sister Ji Ling, how good her grades are. Look at you again, tsk tsk tsk, take it
What to compare with others. Fortunately, you are still my sister, it’s really not embarrassing! 】
I thought the verbal attacks would be hard enough. Unexpectedly, something even more sad for Ji Ying was yet to come.
"Growing up, whenever Ji Ling wanted anything, the whole family would agree to it and buy it for her. From grandparents to mom and dad, everyone pampered her like a baby. But I just wanted a box of crayons. They will all be severely reprimanded.”
Ji Ying is extremely talented in painting. She hopes to become a painter when she grows up and hold her own art exhibition. But in the eyes of her conservative parents, Ji Ying's artistic pursuits became ironclad evidence that she was not doing her job properly:
[Ji Ling is reading and doing questions every day, but it’s a good thing you still have time to draw here. Ouch, how could I give birth to such a useless thing like you? I’m so angry! ].
This is a sentence that Ji Ying's mother often talks about.
"One day I came home and found that my parents had thrown away all my painting tools and albums. They beat me up and told me to go to Ji Ling every night to make up for my studies."
Speaking of this incident, Ji Ying's tears began to burst into tears, and the tears made her porcelain face almost transparent.
Those painting tools were all bought by Ji Ying with one or two yuan saved from her dining money. Those paintings carry her most obscure thoughts and all her passionate hopes for the future.
It was just brutally and forcibly destroyed.
She did not go to Ji Ling's house immediately, but went through the trash can in an attempt to retrieve her beloved painting tools and works.
Just when she was dirty and smelly, Ji Ling walked past her with a questioning voice. She raised her head in embarrassment and saw who the boy standing next to Ji Ling was. Her already devastated heart was completely broken and could never be restored.
