Chapter 261: Testifying, fleeing, social erasure.

If only one family is victimized, even if there is a confirmed victim, there is a real possibility that they will chew their teeth and swallow their blood.

To seek justice is a matter of a few touches of the lips, but not everyone can afford it.

Small towns can't keep secrets, and once the child's assault becomes public, it'll be the talk of the town in less than a day.

Of course there will be voices condemning the victimizers, but the victims will be done for, for good.

--You're a man, you're young and strong, why can't you beat a man?

--It's not a rumor that the students are trying to knock off the teachers, is it?

--Say no to students volunteering?

--Do you get good grades because you have a good relationship with your teachers?

--Oh, yo, sleeping with a guy. That's gross. That's not gay.

The victimizer may not go to jail, but the life of the victim will surely be bleak.

It's a small township, and those who have the money and the means to move out have already done so.

Do parents have to leave their jobs and leave the country with their children to avoid gossip?

Justice is sometimes really like a weak child in front of reality.

But now, things are not quite the same.

When there are no victims, everyone is a potential victim.

Not to mention the parents of the boys who were taught by Zhu Shoucheng, in the eyes of the other parents, Zhu Shoucheng was simply a hungry, sex-crazed maniac who dared to get his hands on even boys, but what about girls?

You know, he's married with kids, how can he not be interested in women?

Parents in front of the school were outraged, pulling banners made overnight and shouting angrily, "Tell Zhu Shoucheng to get out!"

"Get out!!!"

"Surname Zhu give the parents an explanation!!!"

"We have to explain!"

The hot gold signboard of the middle school was covered with egg paste, and Zhu Shoucheng's face on the gold-medal teacher's column was blacked out with a black grease pencil.

The school was forced to close just one day into the school year and all the students went home to study.

And the incident of a group of parents storming the school gate scared the principal, who was out of town for the exchange, and rushed back in 800 miles.

Until the principal returns, only the two deputy principals can organize the teachers to pacify the parents.

However, verbal explanations were too scanty, and parents were so unwilling to listen that they simply staged a sit-in protest directly in front of the school.

Meanwhile, the small local police station was in disarray.

A dozen or so parents, holding recordings that had been forwarded an unknown number of times, agitatedly demanded that the police arrest Zhu Shoucheng.

Old Dai, the oldest qualified man in the police station, could easily hear what was happening and waved his arm in an attempt to quiet everyone down, "This ...... recording can't be considered as evidence, someone has to make an accusation before we ...... "

"We accuse!" A parent shouted, "Accuse this teacher of being a monster! It's inhuman!"

"Not this meaning." Old Dai wiped the sweat from his head, "This thing, there has to be a victim out, just based on a piece of audio from an unknown source ......"

There was a moment of collective silence from the parents, followed by a torrent of annoyance and rebuke: "Doesn't the voice prove it? None of us are deaf enough to hear who it is!"

Old Dai's mouth was dry, "This is the law! We can't arrest anyone without real evidence!"

Someone screamed, "What a shit law!"

Old Dai was literally a headache.

The parents of this place even have a university degree are less, and by the anger of the mind, where to listen to the reasoning, willing to listen to him speak those rules and regulations, seven mouths, noisy old Dai head smoke ears buzzing, a burst of fire upward, can not help but sternly reprimanded: "All quiet! What noise!

The parents were quiet for a split second before a harsher clamor erupted.

"Are you guys trying to pull a cover-up!"

"Snakes and rats!"

Old Dai showman met soldiers, have mouth also can not speak clearly, in the confusion also received a foot, immediately angry on the head: "Who hit? I tell you, you are called assaulting the police! Be careful, I'll arrest you all!"

I do not know which woman screamed with a sharp throat "arrest ah, arrest us all ah", the old Dai was pulled up, headlessly received a number of whacks, the face was also the woman's fingernails scraped open the flower, so scared that he covered his face and backed away, yelling "do not hit do not hit! ".

When the crowd dispersed, Lao Dai's badge was torn down, uniform shirt from the pants slipped out a large section, he hissed and inhaled, covering the corners of the eyes swollen by the nail scrape, looking in front of a face of "law is not to blame" expression of indifference to the people, lips mumbling a few times, but also dare to angrily curse a few words in the heart of the culprit surnamed Zhu.

The parents, still angry, continued their accusations, "Aren't you police officers working for the people? Now that the people are in trouble, do you care?"

"What do you care what evidence we want? Find that Zhu guy!"

"That's right! I have a friend who works at that school and heard that Zhu admit with his own ears that he did it! So fucking arrogant!"

Old Dai's hand, which was organizing his badge, lurched and glared at the speaker, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

As for the front of the silo, it's also a war zone.

Zhu Shoucheng's home is not hard to find, and several parents who have sent their children to his home for tutoring know the place well.

At one time, this was the place they felt was the safest, most secure place in the whole world.

A woman who sent her child here for tutoring last summer, with a pudgy head, slapped the door against the mountain, her voice dripping with endless despair: "Zhu Shoucheng, you open the door! You open the door! You come out and say clearly, is my son victimized by you?!"

"My son came to you for tutoring last year, and when he went back he was a different person, he didn't talk or laugh, we all thought he was in a rebellious phase, but he committed suicide earlier this year! He's dead!"

"And you sent a wreath to our house!"

"Do you have a face? Do you have a heart?!"

"Zhu Shoucheng! You open the door! You shall not fucking die, you shall not die!"

The woman cried and fell in front of Zhu Shoucheng's door.

Still left in the silo probed and looked out, next to the young young policeman was infected by her despair, couldn't stop consoling her and told her that there was no one in the house, but the woman simply refused to believe it, wrenched herself out of the arms of the small policeman, and stumbled and tapped on the door of the next door to Zhu Shoucheng: "Is there anyone? Anyone - let me borrow the window, I'm going to his house, I'm going to kill him ......"

Zi Yu, who had been downstairs for half a day to maintain order, finally sent away a group of parents gathered underneath, and she came up the stairs, pulling back the nearly frantic woman: "Ma'am, calm down a bit. We've already confirmed that Zhu Shoucheng really isn't in the house. Someone said that he came back last night and hasn't been back since."

The woman softened her body and sat down, covering her face and sobbing.

Zi Yu warmly consoled her for a while, signaled the small policeman to send the woman back to her home, and when he turned his head, he found that the door of the room next door to Zhu Shoucheng's had been quietly pulled open from the inside by a slit, revealing a nervous half-face.

Zi Yu quickly responded, "You're the one who just contacted us?"

After confirming that it was the police outside, the doorway was widened.

An anxious Mother Ikki appeared behind the door holding Chi Xiaochi by the shoulders, "Yes, yes, yes, you come in."

As soon as yesterday's incident festered, some good people immediately came to ask Chi Xiaochi if she had been victimized.

Chi's mother opened her mouth and cursed, only to return home and ask Chi Xiaochi, then listen carefully to the recording her son left behind, and immediately panicked.

With her shrewdness, of course, she had to quickly set aside the suspicion of her son's victimization, lest the people in the building take advantage of the situation and say that her own son had soiled his body, so after discussing the matter with her husband for a night, she gave Chi Xiaochi leave the next day, and called the police to come to the house again directly.

After bringing Zi Yu into the house, Chi Xiaochi took a seat at the table and called her tamely, "Sister Zi."

Zi Yu froze and looked down at the police number and nameplate on his chest before he realized, "Your name is Xiaochi, right? Don't be afraid, the police sister will only ask you a few questions."

Chi Xiaochi answered whatever Zi Yu asked, exactly as he had answered the homeroom teacher yesterday.

Zi Yu confirmed to him again, "The 'Xiaochi' in the recording, it's really not you?"

"Not me." Chi Xiaochi denied seriously, "Mr. Zhu just verbalized a few bad words and didn't even touch a piece of my coat, I'm watching out for him."

Said the teenager with a rather bright smile, as if he could not yet comprehend what a terrible crisis he had been in at first.

Zi Yu's heart was slightly sour as he said approvingly, "You are truly a smart child. In the future, you should also remember to protect yourself well."

Chi Xiaochi nodded, "I will."

The Chi Xiaochi of this world still have the opportunity and time to learn slowly.

As Zi Yu was escorted out the door by Mother Ikki, she politely said, "Thank you for your cooperation. If there are any more questions, we'll be in touch with you anytime."

Mother Chi, however, shook Zi Yu's hand back and exclaimed, "That's really troublesome lady police officer. We will actively provide ...... you with that what, yes, evidence, to catch the surname Zhu early, so that we can bring justice to those victims na."

Zi Yu was taken aback by Mother Ji's gesture of loudly announcing something important, and obediently answered "yes" before heading downstairs.

As soon as Zi Yu turned around, someone came up to inquire, "What? Did Mr. Zhu hurt your son too?"

Mother Chi's eyes glared, "Woe is me, he dares! My son escaped the clutches of the devil and testified to the police, not a homosexual!"

As Chi's mother and her neighbors joined in a crusade to curse Zhu Shoucheng, Chi Xiaochi lazily slumped over the table and said to Lou Ying inside, "Brother, I'm done here."

Lou Ying transformed his spiritual core into the shape of a hamster, cupped it lightly in his palm, and kissed the soft little pointy mouth in the light comfortingly.

He quipped, "Great job."

Chi Xiaochi buried her reddened face in the crook of her arm, "Then ...... Zhu Shoucheng should also start thinking of a way back for herself."

Zhu Shoucheng realized early that something was wrong and hid in a small guest house.

Needless to say, it was kind of a smart move for him.

He hunkered down in the guest house, slept through the night, woke up frozen for a long time, and turned his switched-off cell phone back on, when a sea of text messages and missed calls flooded in, causing him to hastily shut it off again and slam it hard against the opposite wall.

...... is not a dream.

It really isn't.

-He's finished.

After recognizing this, Zhu Shoucheng held his head and gasped lowly twice, only to feel his brain boiling like magma.

Chi Xiaochi ......

Why hadn't his own bad luck stopped for a moment since he started giving him lessons?

It's him in the dream, it's him in the recording ......

But how did he do it?

...... Is there really a heavenly punishment in this underworld?

Zhu Shoucheng put an end to this unfounded idea and decided to make some practical efforts.

He couldn't sit around like this!

Thinking about it, Zhu Shoucheng reached out and pulled out something wrapped in a plastic bag under his pillow.

Yesterday, he took the night to make a trip back to his home and took out the computer containing his important treasures, as well as the passport his son had gotten for him before he left the country.

That's what his son dragged him to get for him during the days he was back with him, saying that when he settled down in the States later, Dad could get a travel visa and come to the States for a visit.

I didn't realize that in less than two months, he was going to have to put this thing to use.

He dialed his son's number abroad from the hotel phone and did his best to make his voice sound less shaky, "Son, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, not yet on the line. I've been wanting to take a trip out of state recently, and the school ...... Oh, the school's letting me step back after the start of the school year, and the school's giving a period of sabbatical leave to retired veteran teachers. So ......"

"That, I just want to ask you, in addition to the passport, do you need a visa to go abroad? I've heard that getting a visa seems to be quite troublesome ...... what, and you have to make an appointment in advance?!"