moonlight lure

The white figure in the distance slowly walked up to the edge of the rooftop, then gently tilted its body and fell vertically.

Song Shiwei stared at that figure closely, her pupils shrank suddenly and her breathing stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, the campus erupted into a burst of frightened screams, and then completely boiled into an uproar.

The security guard cursed and pushed her away and walked quickly into the school. Song Shiwei stared blankly at the place where she landed, and the whole world before her eyes seemed to fall into a distorted whiteness.

More and more students were gathering on the playground, but she felt like she couldn't hear anything or see anything.

In the trembling cold hands hanging down by his side, the screen of the mobile phone he was clenching quietly lit up.

WeChat, fifteen minutes ago:

[Xiaojing: I'm sorry, sister, don't go. ]

[Xiaojing: I can't hold on anymore, sorry. ]

WeChat, now:

[Your puppy: I’m here, where are you? ]

When Ji Yanchen rushed to the school, the sirens of police cars and ambulances were wailing outside the school gate. Uniformed police and medical staff came in and out. The victim's mother staggered into the campus crying with the support of relatives.

She was sitting alone on the roadside next to the school gate. She seemed to be alone in another space, separated by an invisible barrier. She was unable to sense the noise and sorrow on this side. She looked at the ground in despair, her face silent and pale. , looking calm and empty.

Ji Yanchen quickly walked over and knelt down in front of her. He took her cold, wet hand and said calmly: "Go home first and then we'll talk about it later."

The person in front of her raised her head, and her eyes slowly focused on his face, as if she had finally met someone who could drag her away from this space. The moment she looked at him, her sense of separation gradually returned, feeling aggrieved, unwilling, powerless, and regretful. , Frustration... Various emotions were mixed in her dark eyes. Ji Yanchen felt more and more depressed. He put one knee on the ground, leaned forward to hug her into his arms, and put his big palm on the back of her head to comfort and rub her. , whispered: "I know."

She leaned quietly in his arms, making no sound and breathing very lightly.

He hugged her for a while and suggested softly again: "Go back first, okay?"

She sat up slowly, her face was calm and restrained, and her slightly lowered eyes were slightly red.

Ji Yanchen felt distressed and helpless. Shen Mo pulled her up from the ground, leaned over to pick up the black bag she had thrown aside, put his arm around her shoulders and took her to his car.

After entering the door, Song Shiwei sat blankly on the sofa, saying nothing the whole way.

Ji Yanchen went into the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water. He came back and covered her legs with a blanket. At the same time, he kicked the footstool on the carpet and sat on it. He held her hand and raised his face slightly, showing a face-to-face communication posture with her: "It's not strange. You, you did your best.”

She shook her head slowly: "I didn't."

His handsome eyebrows were slightly condensed. After a while, she lowered her eyelashes and continued to say softly: "I know what those people want to do. I should have told her when I agreed to accompany her."

Ji Yanchen paused for a moment, then asked in guidance: "What do those people want to do?"

Her dark eyes seemed to be covered with a hollow layer of fog, and her voice was calm and ethereal: "My colleagues in the technology department and I later discovered that in addition to the mechanism for upgrading paid video content, their website may also have a mechanism for development and offline development."

Surprise flashed in his eyes: "You mean, Xiaojing asked you to accompany her, maybe because the other party promised that she would bring friends to shoot new videos, so that she could replace and delete her own videos?"

She nodded.

Ji Yanchen's expression became serious.

It turns out that what prompted Xiaojing to choose to end her life was not only the fear and despair of being filmed, but also the unbearable guilt for her.

The immature girl was burdened with a heavy burden, and the double pressure led to today's tragedy.

The voice of the person in front of me became softer and softer: "I should have explained this matter when she asked me to accompany her, so that she would not feel guilty towards me, and maybe she could persist a little longer."

Ji Yanchen listened silently, clasping her fingers with his big palm, and remained silent for a long time. Xiaojing is very pitiful, but the person in front of her is even more innocent.

This matter had nothing to do with her originally. It was just a girl who put all her hopes on her by chance. Her choice to bear this heavy hope was not because of her identity and responsibilities, but because of her own beliefs. .

The girl who stood in the sunshine in the lecture theater nine years ago had firm and bright eyes.

Nine years later, she tried her best to help within her ability, but what she got in exchange was betrayal, apology, and death.

She had never blamed Xiaojing, but now she had to bear the responsibility for her death. Putting himself in her shoes, he could completely feel her suffocation and weakness. He slowly tightened his grip on her hand and whispered, "Don't think like that."

Song Shiwei lowered her eyes and said nothing.

He leaned over and looked at her face intently. He was silent for a while and then said quietly: "When we choose this path, we are destined to see more dark sides of the world than others. But the way to illuminate the world is different. It should be burning you, me, and more individuals who have chosen this path like us, because we are all ordinary and don’t have that much energy.”

"What really makes us shine is not dedication, burning, and sacrifice, but the belief that we have a clear conscience after trying our best."

His somewhat rough fingertips gently rubbed the back of her delicate hands, "You have done a good job, don't take all the responsibility on yourself."

"As a prosecutor, you did your best to help victims who were not within your scope of responsibility. As an adult, you treated the children who had betrayal thoughts against you with leniency."

"Whether it's in your professional capacity or your personal capacity, you've done a great job and are beyond reproach."

She lowered her head silently, her dark eyelashes trembling slightly, as if the trapped butterfly wings suddenly loosened. He hugged her, lowered his head to kiss her ear, and comforted her softly: "It has happened, don't feel too bad."

She leaned on his shoulder and let out a vague hum.

He rubbed her hair: "If you want to cry, you don't have to hold it in."

Song Shiwei leaned in his arms and shook her head blankly.

In fact, she rarely cries, because she understood very early that crying cannot undo what has happened.

If tears were useful, her parents would not have divorced, her mother would not have become seriously ill, and they would not have left her one after another, leaving her to continue her life depressed and lonely.

She frowned slightly and suppressed the sourness in her nose: "I just feel a little uncomfortable."

"When I see her, it reminds me of myself in high school."

Ji Yanchen's heart slowly tightened and he hugged her tightly.

"There was a time when I was close to collapse. At that time, I imagined that someone could appear like a hero, help me, and save me. But the reality is not a fairy tale, there is nothing."

Her voice slowly dropped, quiet and sad, "Reality is reality. I don't have a hero, and I can't be that hero in other people's lives."

After being silent for a long time, she continued to whisper in confusion: "You are right, we are very ordinary to begin with, but we just choose an extraordinary path, and sometimes we will have the illusion that we are omnipotent."

Ji Yanchen stroked the back of her neck and spoke quietly for a long time: "The identity of prosecutor should be your light, not your shackles."

“It should guide and protect you as you move forward in the darkness, not make you feel guilty because of its weight as you move forward.”