Chapter 11: Evidence
After making an earth-shattering declaration, Qiong Cang put down the microphone and placed it directly on the ground.
She ignored the noise and chaos around her and walked down the steps calmly.
The students on the playground were making a lot of noise, and the teachers in charge of each class were trying their best to suppress it. It was so noisy nearby that it was hard to hear what these people were shouting about.
The school leader who was in charge of presiding over the meeting today was covered in cold sweat. He yelled at the audience at the top of his lungs and directed the faculty and staff to help evacuate the crowd and bring all the students back to the classroom.
He Jueyun glanced down with a solemn face, and sighed secretly at the group of extremely emotionally unstable students in front of him.
Students of this age, to put it mildly, were young and energetic, as if anything happening could put them into an explosion warning state like gunpowder igniting a fuse.
They needed protection because they were still vulnerable.
They needed to be guarded against because they were very dangerous.
He Jueyun looked away, quickly followed Qiong Cang, and asked: "What happened to you today? Why are you here? I couldn't contact you, so I thought something happened to you."
Qiong Cang said: "I had a fight with Xu You last night."
He Jueyun took a deep breath in shock and asked seriously: "Did you win?"
Qiong Cang sighed regretfully: "Both sides suffered losses."
He Jueyun was speechless: "You can't do this."
Qiong Cang said dryly: "I am not a violent person either. I will strive to make progress next time."
There was a hint of exhaustion in her tone and demeanor, possibly caused by playing the game for a long time. He Jueyun couldn't guess what she was thinking most of the time.
He Jueyun asked: "How advanced is your suicide?"
Qiong Cang glanced at the character information. Her mood still fluctuated slightly because of the rising numbers, and she said: "96%."
He Jueyun was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you want to go to the rooftop and choose a better place first?"
"No, even if I commit suicide, I will not choose to jump off a building." Qiong Cang said seriously, "Jumping off a building is an extremely painful way to die. Not to mention that during the landing, the heart, eyes, eardrums, muscles, etc. will all be affected by the high speed. Severe discomfort occurs due to falling. You may not necessarily lose consciousness directly after landing, your bones will..."
He Jueyun's train of thought was completely led astray by her, and he didn't want to listen to her bloody science talk, so he quickly interrupted her and asked: "Then which painless way of death do you want to choose?"
Qiong Cang said eloquently: "If I had the chance to choose whether to die, of course I would choose to live!"
He Jueyun: "..." It makes sense and cannot be refuted.
The two didn't go far, and the school leaders who had arranged the evacuation finally had a chance to breathe.
The middle-aged man caught up with him in embarrassment and shouted angrily: "Wang Dongyan - stop! Where else do you want to go!!"
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Half an hour later, the conference room of the Ideological and Political Building of No. 1 Middle School.
The principal and several other major leaders were alerted and gathered in this spacious room to deal with the accident that occurred today.
Qiong Cang sat at one end of the conference table, and He Jueyun stood behind her. The two of them looked at the serious and awe-inspiring people not far away in front of them with normal expressions.
A few empty rows of seats in the middle of the long dark table divided them into two distinct factions.
The director of the Education Department was a middle-aged bald man.
He was wearing a wig, but the wig was so thick that it looked obviously false. It covered his head like a thick black pot lid.
At this time, his emotions were intense, his face turned red, and looking at his expression, he wanted to crush Qiong Cang under his feet.
His fingers kept tapping on the wooden table, making rhythmic crisp sounds, and reprimanded: "Wang Dongyan, what on earth do you want to do? Why do you want to do something like this when you can talk about it well? The school thought that you were still a high school student and wanted to give you a chance to repent, so we allowed you to go on stage to do a self-examination. What did you want to express with your actions in the morning? Ah? Do you know that the students in the school are talking about you now? It’s causing panic among the masses!”
Qiong Cang was scolded by him and said nothing. She lowered her head and kept flipping her phone with one hand.
The director spoke impassionedly, and his voice became hoarse at the end, "The consequences of this incident are serious! The impact is extremely bad! In all my years of working in the school, this is the first time I have seen someone dare to do such a bold act! Repeatedly you make mistakes again and again. Forget repenting, but you have to push even further! Do you think the school will indulge you? Don't think that you don't have to take responsibility because you are young. Let me tell you, you are not young anymore, you are in your senior year of high school! You're already an adult! If you smear our school's reputation like this, we can sue you for defamation!"
Qiong Cang listened carefully to what he said and found that he had nothing to add, so she said gently: "The difference between slander and reporting is the difference between what is unfounded and what is real. What I said this morning is just an analysis based on facts, there is nothing false. In comparison, what Xu You said is slander without evidence. You don't accuse him, but you come to threaten me. I can reason with you, but I'm afraid you won't be able to stand."
"You said I was threatening?!"
The director clapped his hands and knocked his watch on the table, making a loud sound that shook the eardrums.
"You see you don't realize your mistake, you are simply ridiculous!"
Qiong Cang nodded: "I'm sorry. I have been trying to follow your train of thought so that I can realize my own mistakes. However, I also think you are a bit ridiculous."
He Jueyun laughed out loud.
His smile immediately caused the director to turn his guns on him.
"And you! Where is your ID? Which department are you from? Does your superior allow you to tell an ordinary student the investigation information and let her publicize it to the outside world and make false accusations when the matter is still unclear? You can ask us to cooperate with the investigation, but you should not use this method!"
He Jueyun put his hands on the back of Qiong Cang's chair and stood very comfortably. He said: "Of course it is not possible according to the procedures. I am a police officer who strictly abides by disciplines. Therefore, I did not disclose the progress of my investigation to classmate Wang Dongyan. It’s just that she was too smart, and during the process of me collecting evidence from her, she deduced the process herself. If you want to make a complaint, you can call directly and we will conduct an internal investigation."
Director of Education: "Then what was the text message she received during the morning meeting? Wasn't it from you?"
He said and rushed over, trying to grab Qiong Cang's mobile phone on the table.
He Jueyun moved faster, and pressed down first with a pair of big hands. Even Qiong Cang's hand was held down by him before she could take it back in time.
The temperature in his palms was hot, but his tone was cold.
"Director, let me remind you that you have no right to search students' mobile phones, especially personal privacy such as chat records. Even the police cannot search other people's communication records at will. What did you do in front of a police officer? Doesn’t such an inappropriate thing look down on me a little too much?”
Those present here are already some successful people in society, and they will undoubtedly look down upon an ordinary student or a grassroots police officer. After a small amount of patience was exhausted, his arrogance began to show.
"Wang Dongyan, what do you mean? You found a police officer to challenge the school? Is it the school's fault that you had a fight yesterday?
"Our No. 1 Middle School cannot afford to accept students like you. Since you are a high school student, we have been very tolerant of you. But if you insist on doing this, we must talk to your parents!"
If Qiong Cang was a real high school student, she might be afraid of such a threat. After all, the college entrance examination was the most important level for ordinary high school students. It represented a student’s greatest effort and highest pursuit since birth. Just the mention of it was enough to make people lose their resistance.
It's a pity that she was Qiong Cang and this was just a game. Such a threat was worth less than an embroidery needle.
Seeing that the situation was tense, the principal, who had been sitting silently in the main seat, finally spoke.
"Stop arguing!"
As soon as his voice appeared, the noisy conference room fell silent instantly.
Qiong Cang looked directly at him and showed an interested smile.
He was a fairly handsome middle-aged man. He was in his fifties, and his hair was dyed jet black, making him look very young.
His facial features were very kind and his temperament was very friendly. There was no aggressive tone in his words, which sounded much better than the director's.
The principal said: "Director Wang, what you just said went a bit too far. Calm down. There is no need to use such serious words for a student who has just grown up. The harsher you are, the harder it will be for them to listen."
The director took a breath, his expression unwilling, but he still held it back.
The principal said to Qiong Cang again: "Classmate Wang Dongyan, I hope you can calm down a little bit. There is no good in everyone quarreling. It just intensifies each other's emotions."
Qiong Cang nodded: "Of course."
The principal continued to say soothingly: "I understand your feelings very well. Director Wang is an experienced educator, but his educational style has always been relatively strong. He believes that rewards and punishments for students should be severe enough to make them realize their own mistake. I believe that his starting point is kind and positive, and he is not provoking disputes among students, and he does not want to see you become the target of campus violence. It’s just that during the execution, some accidents occurred that he did not expect. This is your misunderstanding. I apologize to you on his behalf for the hurt you suffered."
Qiong Cang smiled and said, "It's better to apologize sincerely."
Principal: "What kind of apology do you think is more sincere?"
Qiong Cang: "At least it's not just to calm people down. You replace me, and I replace you. Who can replace whom? You are not each other's spokesperson. Are you?"
Her casual attitude made a few people who had just calmed down become angry again.
The principal raised his hand to suppress and stabilize them, and then continued to put on a smile and said: "I already know what you said in the morning meeting. Let's not talk about the monitoring issue. I will definitely investigate that matter in depth, and give you an explanation. I think what’s more serious is your misunderstanding of the school.”
"In the more than ten years I have managed No. 1 Middle School, I have always followed the school motto of No. 1 Middle School, which is humility, dedication to learning, and benevolence. I try to pass on such values to you. I have done a lot for No. 1 Middle School, including giving poor students like Tian Yun a fair chance to study. I don’t know why you have such a big misunderstanding. You should believe in our good intentions."
His eyes and tone were extremely sincere.
Qiong Cang stared at him for a long time, then leaned forward, half-lying on the table, and said: "Philanthropists and capitalists are different. Of course philanthropists deserve respect, but capitalists can also pretend. They will use so-called charity to disguise themselves as a glamorous person, but in fact, they are doing some despicable things behind people's backs.”
Qiong Cang leaned back, crossed one of her legs, and her words became sharper: "So Mr. Marx is right to say, 'Capital comes to the world, from head to toe, and every pore is dripping with blood and filthy things.' It's just that they are smarter now. They can be kind to most people and harsh and cruel to a small number of people. They have the right to speak in public opinion and make those small groups lose the ability to seek help from the outside. Complete the transformation from conquest to enslavement, to the whole process of plundering and killing. As long as they have not squeezed out the remaining value of the other party, they will not put down the butcher knife in their hands."
Several leaders had never been pointed at the nose and insulted by a student like this, and they were very upset.
"Wang Dongyan——"
The principal laughed out loud, as if looking at a disobedient child, and said patiently: "What do you think I can get from poor students?"
"I only answer the question of what you can get from poor students, and I don't specifically refer to you." Qiong Cang tapped his fingers back and forth, drawing circles on the table, "What you can get is just like what you are enjoying now. You have gained social status and gained the respect of most people. You have had the opportunity to advance in your career, and you have also gained spiritual pleasure that cannot be satisfied by money. There may also be some perverted and disgusting spiritual needs that cannot be tolerated in normal society. So we have to use some dirty and obscure means to make up for it. Such people will only realize their mistakes when they are punished. To be precise, it is not a recognition of mistakes, but a recognition of losses. Because they all have no compassion.”
Principal: "You think I’m a person like that?"
Qiong Cang nodded: "You are."
The principal was very surprised: "Where did you see that from?"
Qiong Cang raised her head, paused for a moment, and then said: "Evidence."
Principal: "What evidence?"
"Tian Yun's evidence." Qiong Cang said, her peripheral vision spread from the principal's face to the faces of the people around him, her tone was very firm, and no wavering could be heard, "You don't think she died so silently, do you? She is a poor student. Although she does not have enough understanding of society, she has seen the malice in them. She is a very cautious person, and sometimes very bold."
The principal sitting in the middle didn't show any abnormality. There was only a slight twitch in the intertwined fingers, but he concealed it well.
The colleagues next to him did not have the ability to control their emotions well. When they heard Qiong Cang say this, they made a few guilty moves and quickly suppressed them.
There was a gap of dead silence in the conference room. It was that moment of silence that made them immediately realize that something was wrong with their reaction.
When one person wanted to speak, Qiong Cang's voice sounded first: "My relationship with Zhou Nansong has never been good. Do you really think that I will turn around and doubt the school because of other people's words? I am a practical person. What do you think Tian Yun left for Zhou Nansong, and what did Zhou Nansong show me?"
Qiong Cang stood up: "Zhou Nansong said… She couldn't continue because she didn't want to hurt other innocent people. But she also said that she hoped that someone could avenge her. Why? If there is no evidence, how can she let others avenge her?"
One person yelled angrily: "I don't even know what you are talking about! Where is the evidence? If there is any, just bring it out!"
"Evidence of sexual crimes can make students avoid speaking out, so what else can it be?" Qiong Cang walked towards him slowly, "I have seen several psychopaths. They all like to record the crimes they have committed, then come down and show your peers to slowly appreciate it. That will give you a special sense of satisfaction... Especially, using this to abuse the dignity of the victim is simply a secondary enjoyment. Think about it, you only need to use part of your power and a small amount of money, you can enslave and violate many beautiful, young, smart and decent girls, completely control their futures, and enjoy the respect of the world at the same time. How satisfying it is. As time goes by, their pleasure will continue to diminish. Under the urging of others, they will do more crazy things and cross the line. And when the whole group commits crimes, they will behave more boldly..."
Qiong Cang stared deeply at the man who spoke before, and finally stopped in front of him at close range. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand and patted the other party's arm.
The man took a sharp breath and subconsciously held his pocket.
"You--"
The principal turned around and glanced at the man with a murderous coldness in his eyes.
The middle-aged man who was stared at by him suddenly became clear-headed, and then his face turned pale as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He looked at the people around him helplessly, his Adam's apple rolled hard, and then reiterated: "I don't know what you are talking about!"
He Jueyun: "...Oh haha.*"
*哦豁, Internet slang, onomatopoeia, particle originated from Sichuan dialect. Pronounced as o huo, it has different meanings in different contexts, such as sighing in regret and helplessness, or proud taunting, or coughing sound. I assume this one means to taunt.
Qiong Cang turned around and walked towards the door, smiling: "I've finished. Thank you for your cooperation."
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(T/N) I don't really care about the political ideology, but it is just so satisfying to point people's hypocrite in front of them haha
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