This is a wooden floor made of fir. It has not even been painted. It seems to be really difficult.
There were two rooms on the second floor, one with the door open and the other with the door closed. Lin Zhiming first looked into the room with the open door. After finding that no one was there, he knocked on the closed door.
There was no movement inside the door.
"Jiang Qingqing, I am Meng Zijun's cousin, and I have something to ask you." Lin Zhiming said.
There was still no movement inside the door.
Lin Zhiming frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the door handle and pushed it in. He found that the door was locked.
"If you don't say anything, I will go in by myself." Lin Zhiming said.
There was still no movement inside the door.
Lin Zhiming noticed something strange and paused slightly with his hands.
boom!
The door was violently pushed open by Lin Zhiming.
Behind the door is a very simple room, with just a bed and a table, and many certificates on the wall.
On the bed, a girl was lying there, one hand hanging weakly on the edge of the window, and white foam was flowing out from the woman's mouth.
Lin Zhiming's expression changed, and he rushed over and hugged the girl.
The girl had completely lost consciousness. She was held by Lin Zhiming without any movement.
Lin Zhiming reached out and probed under the girl's nose and found that there was still a faint breath.
Lin Zhiming didn't dare to delay, so he quickly rushed out of the room with the girl in his arms, and then jumped down from the second floor.
"Dong Jian, go to the hospital, Jiang Qingqing has taken sleeping pills." Lin Zhiming said.
Dong Jian immediately turned around and ran towards his car, while the rickety middle-aged man shouted in shock, "What happened to my daughter? What did you do to my daughter?"
Lin Zhiming ignored the other party, rushed to the car in a few steps, opened the door and got in.
The middle-aged man rushed to the car anxiously, opened the door and got in the car.
"Dong Jian, let's go." Lin Zhiming said.
Dong Jian started the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
"What happened to my daughter?" the middle-aged man asked excitedly.
"It should be that he took too much sleeping pills." Lin Zhiming said.
"Why is this happening? Why?" The middle-aged man's eyes were red and he was grabbing his hair in pain.
Lin Zhiming didn't say anything. He turned Jiang Qingqing around so that she lay face down on his legs, and then patted Jiang Qingqing's back with both hands.
White foam dripped from Jiang Qingqing's mouth, and Lin Zhiming simply put his fingers into Jiang Qingqing's mouth.
vomit!
Jiang Qingqing suddenly started retching.
"What are you doing?!" the middle-aged man shouted excitedly.
"Inducing vomiting?" Lin Zhiming said.
"vomit!"
Jiang Qingqing retched a few more times, and then vomited out a large mouthful of something.
"Qingqing, you will be fine, don't be afraid, dad is here!" the middle-aged man said.
Lin Zhiming helped Jiang Qingqing induce vomiting several times, and she vomited out a lot of things. There was an unpleasant smell in the whole car, and Lin Zhiming's hands were also dirty.
Finally, the car stopped.
"We're here!" Dong Jian said.
Lin Zhiming immediately opened the car door, took Jiang Qingqing out of the car, and ran to the emergency room.
The emergency doctor performed gastric lavage on Jiang Qingqing, which finally put her out of danger.
"Fortunately, there aren't many sleeping pills in her stomach, otherwise it would be dangerous. Did you induce vomiting on her way here?" the doctor asked.
"Yeah!" Lin Zhiming nodded.
"No wonder, otherwise, judging from the patient's current condition, if vomiting is not induced, the consequences would be disastrous." After the doctor finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Daughter, why are you so stupid!" The middle-aged man stood beside the bed, holding Jiang Qingqing's hand and saying sadly.
"Jiang Mao, don't you have any idea why your daughter committed suicide?" Lin Zhiming stood aside and asked coldly.
"Who are you?" asked the middle-aged man Jiang Mao.
"I am Meng Zijun's cousin." Lin Zhiming said.
Jiang Mao's expression changed slightly.
"I just came from the police station. Your daughter testified that Meng Zijun raped her. I just came here to find an answer. Did Meng Zijun rape her?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Yes." Jiang Mao nodded repeatedly, but his expression was a little panicked.
"Yes? Can you explain why a sum of 200,000 yuan was transferred into your account this morning?" Lin Zhiming asked with a frown.
"How do you know?!" Jiang Mao looked at Lin Zhiming in horror.
"In addition, I investigated your call records today. At about three o'clock in the morning, you had an incoming call that lasted for more than ten minutes. This time point was just after you reported that your daughter was raped. I
I checked the person who called you and found that person...is your daughter's classmate, Gong Wenbin." Lin Zhiming said.
Jiang Mao looked at Lin Zhiming in disbelief. He never expected that Lin Zhiming would find out so many things.
"If your daughter wants to commit suicide, it must be because she has a knot in her heart that makes her unable to live. What is this knot in her heart? If she cannot untie this knot in her heart, your daughter will commit suicide today, and she will also commit suicide tomorrow. She will jump off a building or a river, or worse, she will commit suicide.
There is always a way to die by running under someone else's car," Lin Zhiming said.
After listening to Lin Zhiming's words, Jiang Mao's face showed an expression of pain and struggle.
"Tell me the truth. No matter who is involved in this matter, I can help you settle it!" Lin Zhiming said.
"Why do you help me settle things... They are rich people, very, very rich, and they have connections. There is no way you can help me settle things." Jiang Mao shook his head in pain.
"Rich?" Lin Zhiming sneered and said, "No one is qualified to say they are rich in front of me."
"Young man, you have to know that there are people who are better than others. How can you be so young and have so much money? Even if you have money, what will you do? You can't fight against the local snakes." Jiang Mao said.
"The person who raped your daughter is Gong Wenbin, right?" Lin Zhiming suddenly asked.
Jiang Mao's expression changed and he said, "What you are talking about is not Gong Wenbin."
"Then tell me, what were you talking about with Gong Wenbin for more than ten minutes after calling the police at three in the morning? Tell me, why did you have an extra 200,000 in your account, and this 200,000 came from
A company affiliated to Gong Wenbin's father?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"You...how do you know everything?" Jiang Mao shouted desperately.
"If I want to prove that my cousin is innocent, I must find out the truth about this matter. Tell me, did Gong Wenbin rape your daughter and then give you 200,000 to testify against Meng Zijun?" Lin Zhiming
He stared at Jiang Mao and asked.
Jiang Mao wanted to defend himself, but under Lin Zhiming's momentum, he couldn't speak at all.
"Two hundred thousand! Is your daughter's innocence and Meng Zijun's innocence only worth two hundred thousand?" Lin Zhiming asked, clenching his fists.
"That's two hundred thousand." Jiang Mao sighed.
Although he didn't admit anything, this sigh already explained the problem.
"Even if you don't care about Meng Zijun, you still have to care about your daughter. For two hundred thousand, are you going to let a person who insults your daughter get away with it?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"That's 200,000 yuan!" Jiang Mao looked at Lin Zhiming and said, "You know, I can't save this kind of money in my life? I'm a disabled person, and I can only earn less than 2,000 yuan a month.
I have to raise my daughter and let her study. I have no money, I really have no money. Qingqing was raped. I am also very sad, but so what, this matter is already a fact. She was raped.
Wen Bin raped. Gong Wenbin’s family is one of the best in our county. Even if he is accused, so what. He is a student in school and has connections in his family. He will come out in three or two years at most. Then what? Then he can still live a good life.
Life, and what about us? At most, we can get a compensation of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, and then our life will be whatever we want. Do you know what 200,000 yuan can do? 200,000 yuan can pay for Qingqing’s college tuition in the next four years.
, living expenses! Without this money, she wouldn’t have the money to go to college, you know? After graduation, she would find a job outside and marry someone. Who would have known that she had such a past? I don’t know.
It’s for Qingqing’s sake!”
After saying this, Jiang Mao burst into tears.
Qingqing's sobs also came from the bed. She had woken up and heard these words.
Lin Zhiming stood there, speechless for a long time.
This is the helplessness of people living at the bottom. Even if they are hurt, they have nothing to do. As Jiang Mao said, rape is not murder. Even if Gong Wenbin goes in, he will still be a rich second generation after three or two years.
, life is still going well, but Qingqing is different. It is a fact that her body has been violated. According to legal procedures, the maximum compensation is tens of thousands of yuan, which is much different than 200,000 yuan.
"But you have to know that if you do this, you will destroy Meng Zijun. What did he do wrong?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"He's not wrong about anything, it's all my fault, but we really can't do anything." Jiang Mao said helplessly.
"Besides money, there is another very important thing for people living in this world, and that is conscience." Lin Zhiming pointed to his chest and said, "If a person doesn't even have a conscience, then what will he do?
No matter how much money he has, it doesn't make sense. You have your difficulties, and I understand, but...any of your own difficulties cannot be based on the pain of others, otherwise it will be selfish. I will continue to follow up on this matter,
I will use my own means to prove my cousin’s innocence! That’s all.”
After saying this, Lin Zhiming turned around and left, followed by Dong Jian.
From the beginning to the end, Lin Zhiming never used his identity to pressure Jiang Mao, nor did he ask them to pay them to retract their confessions, because Lin Zhiming needed them to admit all this. Only in this way can Jiang Qingqing be truly redeemed.
, otherwise, Jiang Qingqing would not be able to escape the word death in the end.
"That's two hundred thousand." Jiang Mao sat on a chair and muttered with dull eyes.
Jiang Qingqing kept sobbing, her pillow soaked with tears.