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Not only Xin Han was trapped here, but other policemen and firefighters who were going up were also trapped here.

On the roof of the Art Building, Yao Qing stood at the edge of the roof, not daring to look down at all.

It was so high here that her legs felt weak just by looking at it.

The sun was shining high and there was no wind. Yao Qing stood for a long time and felt dizzy.

She staggered, and just when she thought she was about to fall, the woman behind her, who didn't know whether she was a human or a ghost, suddenly lifted her back up.

The woman glanced at the growing number of onlookers downstairs, and fiercely pulled Yao Qing's hair from behind: "It's not that easy to die!"

The longer it goes on, the greater the pressure from public opinion will be, and the more people will pay attention.

"Don't you just like acting in front of a lot of people? Can I give you this opportunity?" The woman's almost weird words couldn't help but break Yao Qing's already shaky psychological defense.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Yao Qing's voice couldn't help but tremble as she tried to comfort the woman behind her.

"Who am I? You should ask yourself who you are and what have you done!" Yao Qing couldn't figure out how such a thin middle-aged woman got such strength. The woman stood on her He kicked her hard on the knees from behind, and she fell to her knees with pain and numbness in her legs.

Yao Qing's whole body was shaking with pain, and his mind was already in a mess like paste boiling in a pot.

This sudden movement aroused a burst of exclamations from the onlookers downstairs.

They couldn't see anyone else, only Yao Qing.

Yao Qing suddenly knelt down on the ground. The reporter below was stunned, and then he picked up the camera around his neck and took a picture.

"Have you remembered?" The woman saw the increasingly lively scene below and smiled with satisfaction.

"Please, please let me go, I really don't know what you are talking about."

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. Tell me, why are you here?" the woman continued.

Yao Qing paused and became speechless.

The woman looked at Yao Qing's face that suddenly turned pale because of what he thought of, and the anger in her heart suddenly rose.

Why she came here was not because of a guilty conscience.

Opening Yao Qing's cell phone and handing it to her, the woman motioned for Yao Qing to read the two text messages she received.

One message was received by Yao Qing at 12 o'clock last night:

You thought that the bloody secret that no one knew would spread throughout the streets soon. See you on the top floor of the Art Building at 12 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Yao Qing's eyes hurt when he read the words above, and then he looked away in embarrassment.

Then the second one was received after Yao Qing came here today:

Four years ago today, all your unfulfilled wishes will be fulfilled today.

The woman pressed Yao Qing's head, and the only eyes that were not covered by the black gauze were so dry that she could no longer shed a single tear.

Staring at Yao Qing's face fiercely, the woman smiled foolishly, and then slowly stretched out her hand to caress the woman's face, which was soft and delicate because of her youth.

"Tell me now, who are you, what have you done, and why are you here?"

……

The crowd watching under the roof became more and more anxious, especially when someone noticed something was wrong and went to find Xin Han and others. They were surprised to find that these people had mysteriously disappeared in broad daylight.

There was obviously no one else going up to the top floor at this time.

The stairs at the back door of the art building were completely empty.

What a hell in broad daylight!

Lin Mo turned around anxiously, his mind in a mess. He just took out his mobile phone and thought about whether to call Xin Han's boss. An article was pushed on Lin Mo's mobile phone: No. [-] Middle School frequently jumps from buildings. What's behind it? Is it a human or a ghost?

It was obvious that this group of reporters outside the school gate who were not allowed to enter, in order to compete for timeliness, casually took a few pictures and began to look at the pictures to talk.

Lin Mo was furious, but he couldn't argue with these reporters.

The reporter's weapon is their pen. Who knows how some of them will add fuel to the fire and make up random things?

Anyway, they only look at the number of views and click-through rates, and they don’t care about the life and death of the people affected by the report.

Just as he was about to delete this boring notification, Lin Mo suddenly caught a glimpse of a short line under the title of the notification: Four years ago today, a girl from No. [-] Middle School...

The secretary next to her was also flipping through her cell phone. She was always keeping an eye on these public opinion reports online to prevent reports that would have a damaging effect on the reputation of their school.

The secretary looked up at the people on the roof in confusion, then looked at the female student whose eyes were mosaic-marked in the report, and murmured to himself: "Why does the person in this photo look so similar to Teacher Yao? And for four years I wanted to jump off the building of the Art Building today."

Lin Mo and his secretary looked at each other, and then couldn't help but tremble.

The report doesn't say much, but there are a lot of experienced teachers in this school.

Lin Mo casually asked a teacher and roughly understood what happened four years ago.

Four years ago today, it was still Yao Qing, but she was only a sophomore in high school at the time. She suddenly climbed to the top of the art building at noon, locked the stair door herself, and stopped others from going up. She stood on the edge of the top floor.

"It was a big fight at that time, and everyone knew it. The students were playing on Weibo or whatever, and it was all posted on it. Later, because of this, our school couldn't recruit enough people for a year or two. Students, no one wants to come to study.”

The old teacher was speechless and puzzled, "Isn't it because of this that the old principal arranged such a job for her after she graduated? What he was afraid of was that she couldn't control her mouth and went out to talk nonsense! "

"Bullshit?"

Lin Mo felt a little strange. Since it had been trending on Weibo back then, what else did the public not know about.

Moreover, judging from the old teacher's tone, it seemed that he was not very satisfied with Yao Qing himself.

The old teacher's mouth was faster than his brain, and he immediately said what should be said and what should not be said: "She said that our school teacher molested her!"

……

This matter is a secret hidden deep in the hearts of everyone in the Thirteenth Middle School. Of course, it is only limited to the Thirteenth Middle School. Even if someone outside knows something, it is just based on other people's random rumors.

In fact, not many people believe the rumors. At most, they just want to look down on him. There is something wrong with his eyes when walking on the street. After the person in question walks past, everyone points at his back.

These are all innocuous little questions.

This was her truest thought back then, Yao Qing thought.

She was just a sophomore in high school who was not yet mentally mature. What bad thoughts could she have? She was just a little annoyed by the Chinese teacher who had been nagging her endlessly.

As for the Chinese teacher's psychological frailty, she did not expect it.

Moreover, she felt so sorry afterwards that she went to the Chinese teacher's grave to send two bouquets of flowers.

So, why didn't these people let her go?

Yao Qing was kneeling on the top floor, thinking weakly.

If the woman behind her hadn't occasionally raised her hand to help her, she would have fallen down long ago.

The top floor is a concrete floor. It is midday in the summer. After being exposed to the sun for so long, the cement floor is extremely hot. Moreover, Yao Qing is still wearing a skirt today. Her legs are bare and she feels that her knees are no longer hers. .