Special Social Situation Administration

——In this world, the only one who can protect himself is himself.

She took out her wallet, keys, bank card, ID card, eye drops and a few lipsticks one by one from her bag, her fingers unconsciously stroking each item, as if she was engaged in a solemn, but unspoken farewell.

She's about to go on an appointment she won't be returning to, and none of these things will be needed.Losing these commonly used items, the shoulder bag instantly became baggy. After thinking about it, she put the sharpest knife in the kitchen into it, and it finally gained some weight.

After packing her bag, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall. The appointed time hadn't arrived yet, so she sat in front of the dressing table and put on a beautiful makeup for herself.

She chose a lipstick whose color was similar to that of blood, and applied it carefully, covering her original pale lip color little by little. She smiled at herself in the mirror, very satisfied.She was already in excellent shape, but today's makeup added a bit of beauty to her.

The phone vibrated abruptly, reminding her that the car she had booked had already arrived downstairs.

She stood up and looked around herself, then picked up her bag, grabbed her cell phone, and prepared to go out.

Before going out, she grabbed from the entrance the pendant that her boyfriend gave her two days ago when he came over - it was a little white rabbit. There used to be a pair, but now there is only one left.She hung the little rabbit on the satchel, slowly scanned the room where she lived in for many years, said goodbye, and went out.

When passing by the first floor, she found that there were many people buzzing around there. She knew very well that the eldest sister on the first floor must have been raped by her husband again.

This is not the first time, that man usually treats her very well, gentle and considerate, but unfortunately he hits her when he drinks, and his strikes are heavy and ruthless, he treats her like killing her father and enemy, and beats her to death every time.

After waking up from the drunkenness, he knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that he didn't do it on purpose, that he couldn't control it, so he treated her better on weekdays.

People from the neighborhood committee and the police station came to mediate, one after another, but when they left, they continued to beat them as they should, and they beat them harder.

It's like an absurd endless loop, the people in it don't see the sun or the light.

In the past, she walked by in a hurry, only thinking about her own business, but this time, she stopped by a ghost.

She slammed open the half-covered door. Those who tried to persuade, cried, sobbed silently, and apologized on their knees...all of them stopped at that moment.

Her eyes swept over everyone in the room, and finally fell directly on the woman who was beaten: "Eldest sister, the only one who can protect me in this world is myself, and no one can be relied on except myself." After finishing speaking, she He slammed the door and left without looking back.

That's all she said.

The busy people in this world each have their own destiny and their own destiny, and no one can help the other.Therefore, there is no need to hope or point, someone will descend from the sky to save people in dire straits.

There will be none.

When she walked out of the unit building, the car she had booked had already been waiting downstairs for a long time.

She touched the bag on her body, collected herself, and walked quickly to the white car: "Master, I've been waiting for a long time."

The driver was a man in his 30s, thin and dark, with a look of impatience on his face.But the moment he saw her, all his impatience turned into amazement: "...I haven't waited long, get in the car."

"Okay." She answered, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror unobtrusively, and spoke to her: "Isn't it the International Convention and Exhibition Center? It's a bit far away, and you still have to go so late?"

"Well, I have something to do." She replied vaguely.

The car started smoothly, slid out of the community gate all the way, and drove into the main road of the city.

Along the way, the driver looked at her through the rearview mirror from time to time, and her cloudy eyes made her feel a little uncomfortable.

So she twisted her body and hid behind the driver's seat.She clutched the satchel by her side tightly, and couldn't help but want to take out her mobile phone and talk to her friends about the discomfort and anxiety at the moment, but she quickly reacted...

She doesn't need to do that anymore.

"Girl, do you have a boyfriend?" The driver tried to talk to her again.

"I have a boyfriend, and he will come to pick me up later." She specially emphasized, "We made an appointment to meet at the convention and exhibition center."

"Oh," the driver paused, raised his cloudy eyes, and could barely see half of her body from the rearview mirror, "Then you're not a virgin, are you?"

"Master!" She snapped, "Before I got in the car, I already sent your car information to my boyfriend. If you say something like this again, I will sue you!" Under such circumstances, the driver was too offended, so he softened his tone, "You send me to the place safely, and I will not complain to you."

The driver fell silent.

The vehicle continued on in silence, she huddled in the shadow behind the driver's seat, turned her head and looked out the window.The street scene outside the window became more and more unfamiliar, and the environment became more and more remote. She immediately became alert: "Master, isn't this the way to the International Convention and Exhibition Center?"

Hearing this, the driver glanced at the road view outside the window: "That's right, it's the road to the convention and exhibition center. This road looks different at night from daytime, so you look strange."

"Really?" She was suspicious.

"Am I the driver or are you the driver? How about I get out of the car and let you drive instead?" The driver became impatient.

"I'm sorry." She didn't dare to speak.

The car raised dust all the way, and headed towards more and more remote trails. The more she sat, the more anxious she became, and she couldn't help but stop the driver again: "Where are you taking me? Stop, or I'll call the police!"

After hearing this, the driver slammed on the brakes and stopped the car.But he didn't stop there. Instead, he pulled off his seat belt and leaned back, with a greasy, greasy expression on his face, and a bit of viciousness: "Call the police, and see if the police came quickly, or I killed you." You are faster!"

He locked the door behind him and crawled towards the back seat.Just now, she said harsh words, but now her tone softened a bit: "Don't be afraid, I just want to be happy with you, anyway, you are no longer a virgin, so you won't suffer."

She watched the driver crawl towards her, and the scene seemed to freeze. The driver's obscene expression, dark skin, and red tongue licking his lips were played back in her mind again and again.

Then she took out a knife from her bag and slashed across his neck.

She had practiced this movement countless times in her mind, the force of swinging her arm, and the angle of inclination of the blade were all exactly as she had imagined.

Arterial blood spurted out, splashing all over her head and face, but her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her without blinking. At the moment when her obscene eyes became astonished, she swung her knife and stabbed hard. into his eyes.

She used [-]% strength, with unrestrained resentment, the tip of the knife pierced her eyeballs and went straight into the back of her head - she didn't like the way this man looked at her, all the patience before was just for the joy of swinging the knife at this moment.

Her physique is much smaller than the man in front of her. If she fights alone, she has absolutely no chance of winning.So she had to endure, endure, endure all the disgusting things that men put on her.

It wasn't until the man showed his ferocity and attacked her through the gap between the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat, that she found a chance and succeeded in one blow.

She sat on the back seat and stared blankly at the man until he died.

After a short rest, she opened the locked car door and was about to drag the man out of the car. Fortunately, the man was not too strong, so it took a little time and effort, and finally dragged him down.

This place was chosen by a man. He deviated from the original path and came here on purpose. He originally planned to use it to harm her, so he specially chose a place that was inaccessible. Who would have thought that it would become his own burial place.

The bloody man fell to the ground motionless like a dead pig.

With the headlights of the car, she ripped open the man's underwear, then pulled out the knife stuck in the eyeball, and carved words on the man's chest stroke by stroke.

She first carved a character for "crime" and then a character for "punishment".

After thinking about it, he was still angry, so he chopped off the man's lower body with a knife, suppressed his nausea, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Finally, she took off the little white rabbit hanging from the bag, and placed it on the man's body with great care, just like the man did before.

The blood on the surface of the corpse instantly stained the fluff of the little white rabbit red.The red-black rabbit, staring at a pair of innocent eyes, lay on top of the corpse.

After doing all this, she slumped to the ground as if she lost her strength, shaking uncontrollably all over her body.Over and over again, she forced herself to turn her head to look at the corpse, and then told herself, "It's over, it's over."

This page can finally be turned.

I don't know how long it took before she recovered from this trembling state.It wasn't until this time that she noticed that there were a lot of blood stains on her face, which was so sticky and uncomfortably sticky.

So she stood up staggeringly, found toilet paper and mineral water from the car, looked at the rearview mirror, and wiped the blood stains on her body, but there were too many blood stains on her face and body, she exhausted the car. All the toilet paper in the room, also failed to wipe clean.

It's a pity, she thought, if only she had time to clean herself up.

She used the light in the car to clean up the used toilet paper. In fact, the car was a mess, and it didn't matter whether it was put away or not, but she simply cleaned it up anyway.

She kept the car lights on all the time, and the inside and outside of the car were all brightly lit, supporting a small world for her in the dark night.She sat in the car and stared at the place where the lights couldn't reach, in the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, and she didn't know what was hidden. She looked at it and fell asleep in a daze.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky suddenly lit up, and it was already dawn.

She turned off the car that had been roaring all night, and then got out of the car, staring blankly at the dawn sun, rising from the east, piercing through the chaotic night.

She took a few quick steps toward the east, hurried over the corpse lying on the ground, and ran wildly after the light...

The weeds cut her delicate ankle, but she seemed to be unconscious. She ran with all her strength until she was exhausted, then raised her head, looked at the ray of sky light, and cried bitterly.

She thought that all the tears had been shed.So she didn't cry when the man molested, she didn't cry when the man turned his head and attacked her, she didn't cry when the knife cut his neck, and she didn't cry when he vented his anger and destroyed the man's body.

Exhausted, she fell to the ground hard, but she still raised her head and looked up at the dawn with all her might.

Tears covered her face, leaving traces of blood stains from last night, and she murmured uncontrollably: "Mom, I saw the sun."