The girl's family claimed that the driver wanted to mistreat the girl, which led to the accident.

When the girl fell out of love and got drunk, she sent a desperate WeChat message to her family and became a driver molestation. Blaspheming her, she has no evidence for help.

At that time, taxi drivers had several indecent cases in the society one after another. Murder cases.

There were traces of the girl's struggle in the car, and all the evidence was conclusive, and the driver did take a detour to the middle of nowhere.

*

Girls who become vegetative people live in ICUs every day, which is expensive, and these are borne by the driver's family.

The driver's parents, who were forced by public opinion, knelt down in front of the ward every day to make amends, and the driver's wife and children were still burdened with the guidance and infamy of others.

So, the driver is here to take the girl.

He just wanted to earn more taxi fares, but in the end he lost his life and affected his family.

The girl lives, and every day is a mountain that carries on his family.

So, she must die!

……

Everything is falling out, but this absurd thing really can't say who is right and who is wrong.

It seems that everyone is at fault, and it seems that everyone is a victim.

*

In the early hours of the morning, the whole city fell silent.

Cheng Hao reads the narrator, his voice is light, but every word seems to be flat and straightforward in your heart.

When this sound comes out of the headphones and stereos, it is accompanied by the background soundtrack of the debugging of [Mourning].

This immersive sense of substitution is that if you don't listen to the previous content, you will get goosebumps by the later plot......

"Ha, haha, driver, do you know? I'm out of love! My boyfriend...... He ran away with someone else! We talked for seven years, and the best and most beautiful youth was given to him, how could he do this to me? ”

"Please, please, don't kill me, what do you want? My body? My everything? I've given it all to you, please......"

"Uncle mute, if you don't speak, I know you can hear me, can't you talk to me? It's just you and me, how boring it must be! ”

Standing in the light and shadow, listening to the cries of her parents, the girl looked at the driver.

"I'm sorry."

*

In the early hours of the morning, Xia Ling looked at the script and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry ......"

Whisper these three words.

[Mourning] rendered the music, Xia Ling closed the microphone, got up and went to wash his face.

Cry...... It's not because she's emotionally infected by the script.

Instead, Mu Rou is really a tear bag attribute.

didn't hit Xia Ling's sad story at all, her tears flowed out as if she didn't want money.

When she came back, [He Cheng] [Mourning and Mourning] and [Stealth] had already laid down the wheat order.

The public frequency of "Troublemaker's Street" was closed, and all members were transferred to a temporary channel by the system.

"Ah...... My heart is so heavy. ”

"Yes, you can, Xirou girl is amazing, she can even pick up the play of the great god!" ”

"I slept, I heard the great god He Cheng say good night, and it was worth staying up tonight." ”

A piece of text scrolls on the screen of the temporary channel.

Xia Ling saw the 'one tree and one flower' in his consciousness.

The first cherry blossoms quietly filled.

*

And while Xia Ling was washing her face, her private chat channel had been blown up.

Countless people want to add her as a friend, and all kinds of pop-up windows are privately chatting.

8G hardcore, discrete graphics desktops, stuck in doubt.

After Xia Ling finished processing these messages, he finally saw Cheng Hao's news that was drowned in the sea of private chats.

She thought that Cheng Hao would send her a private chat.

[He Cheng] said to you: "Xirou, are you interested in taking on a dubbing, the reward is 30,000." ”