From the time the case happened until now, it has been a completely unsolved case. Now there is finally a breakthrough. Everyone is in a good mood after leaving the Zhong family. Wen Ying and her children also returned to their home with her parents.
When leaving in the car, Lin Shuyue saw Zhong Jiasheng standing at the door. At this moment, his elegant smile was gone, and his viciousness was revealed.
Meeting his gaze, even the experienced policemen couldn't help but feel a chill.
Brother Li, who was in the same car with Lin Shuyue and the others, said, "This Zhong Jiasheng is definitely not a simple person. I have a hunch that Zhong Jiali's death must have a lot to do with him."
Ye Xueyu nodded gravely, "I had that intuition too. His sadness was so deliberate, his crying was like a dramatic performance."
Lin Shuyue also joined their analysis: "I think that the reason we discovered Zhong Jiali was in the SM circle was because she was led by him."
"Yes, I have the same intuition. It's such a coincidence." Ye Xueyu said.
Whether it was the person who reported seeing the body dumped on the forum or Zhong Jiali's colleagues, they all pointed them in that direction. They hadn't figured out the specific purpose yet.
After getting in the car, Lin Shuyue took out the hidden little notebook, and Ye Xueyu also took out a homework book. The two looked at each other and smiled.
Ye Xueyu said, "You look first, and then we'll take turns looking."
"Okay."
Ten years ago, small notebooks with combination locks were very fashionable stationery. When Lin Shuyue was in school in this life, both boys and girls had such a notebook, and everyone would write many of their private things in the notebook.
Lin Shuyue had no technical skills in dealing with this kind of lock that required no technical skills at all. She just bent the rusty lock with her hands and it broke.
Beautiful handwriting appeared in front of him.
[ May 6, 1990, the weather was sunny. ]
But my mood was filled with gloom. My brother, who used to be so kind to me, had been acting strangely lately. Sometimes he looked at me with eyes that seemed not to be looking at a person, but rather at a cat at home or a dog on the street. I was confused, and when I looked more closely, the look disappeared. It seemed like I was just imagining it; he was still the good brother who loved me so much.
A few lines of words occupied an entire page of the palm-sized notebook. Lin Shuyue turned to the next page with a sullen face.
[ February 3, 1990, cloudy. ]
That feeling I had last year wasn't an illusion. My brother seemed to have truly changed. The way he looked at me was truly terrifying. I told my mom about it, and she said I must have seen it wrong. I hope I'm wrong.
[ June 9, 1991, heavy rain. ]
My brother got married. His wife, Wen Ying, is tall and beautiful. Even though it was her wedding, she gave me a gift: a beautiful fountain pen. I love it and have decided to use it in class from now on. I didn't say "Happy Wedding" to her, but I did say, "I hope you will have a happy and fulfilling life. Welcome to my family."
[ August 4, 1991, the weather was cloudy. ]
My sister-in-law is pregnant, and I'm about to have a nephew or niece. I love children. Last night, I had a dream about them. They were so soft and sticky that I wanted to bite them hard, but I woke up immediately. I was in a great mood and even thought about what to name them. It's a pity that my mother is gone. If she were still here, she would definitely be very happy.
[ September 15, 1991, cloudy. ]
That look came back. I don't understand why he's changed. I'm starting to hate him. But my sister-in-law is very nice. When I got home from evening study today, she left me a bowl of soup with kelp and pork ribs. It was very sweet. My teacher said my grades have dropped a bit, so I need to study harder.
[ November 7, 1991, sunny weather. ]
My brother came to me and said he would take me to a good place. I went with him, but it was a terrible place. Everyone looked like a lunatic. Some of them were dressed elegantly, wearing masks and holding small whips, while others wore revealing clothes and leaned against them. Several of them were even naked, crawling on the ground like dogs.
My brother had changed, too. He joined the group holding the whips, completely thrilled. It was something I'd never seen before. He told me, "From now on, you'll be one of those little dogs kneeling on the ground, devoid of dignity." I was furious, and I cursed him out.
He slapped me, and it hurt, but I felt nothing, as if I had always known this day would come.
[ November 20, 1991, sunny weather. ]
The sky is blue today, the sun is shining, and the leaves along the roadside are still emerald green, but I can't feel happy at all. My brother—no, that pervert is even more perverted—bought me a set of underwear that looked like strings and told me to wear them. I refused, so he beat me behind my sister-in-law's back. The whip hit me, and it hurt so much.
I wanted to tell my sister-in-law, but my pervert said that if I told my sister-in-law, he would kick her in the stomach. I touched her stomach and it was hard, sometimes with a small bulge. My sister-in-law and I were looking forward to the arrival of the new life.
I didn't tell her.
[ October 23, 1991, I don't want to write about the weather because my thoughts are so confused that I don't want to record what the weather was like today. ]
During this time, I was always taken to that 'place' and I seemed to have accepted their way of getting along. I must be crazy.
[ November 3, 1991. I didn't come home last night. I was left at the club, so I didn't have time to check the weather outside. But it should be gray and dark, right? Just like my life. ]
Who could believe it? A brother who had the same mother and father as me and had loved me for over a decade would actually send his own sister to another man's bed.
Yesterday was the most humiliating day of my life. I was violated, crawled on the floor like a dog, and slept in the bathroom.
[ December 2, 1991. ]
I felt like a prostitute, being sent to bed from one man after another. He even put me in those men's beds not for any personal gain, but simply for pleasure. He enjoyed watching me get beaten to a pulp.
I finally understood his mindset. It turns out he thought my birth stole my parents' love. I was afraid to the point I really did wish I shouldn't have been born. It was ridiculous. Before this, I really thought he was a good brother, and I was proud to have him.
On December 18, 1991, he was ill and asked me to use all possible means to induce an abortion in my sister-in-law. He said he wanted to see if the baby was a boy or a girl. I disagreed and was beaten.
It's cold today. I've been in the kitchen all night, completely naked. So many times, I've wanted to kill myself with a kitchen knife, but I didn't dare. I want to live. I love the vast grasslands; I haven't seen them yet.
On December 22, 1991, I started to cause trouble for my sister-in-law because he brought back a handful of glass beads and told me that if I didn't obey, the glass beads would appear wherever my sister-in-law appeared.
After the pervert revealed his true colors, my sister-in-law was the best person in the world to me. I didn't want anything to happen to her. But seeing the look of disbelief in her eyes after I caused her trouble, I felt so sad that I wanted to cry.
I pushed her away myself, I know. I don't expect her forgiveness; I believe everyone has a place of peace in their hearts. I unilaterally believe she is. I hope she stays as enthusiastic, cheerful, and confident as ever. I want to be like her, but I know it's impossible.
I don't remember the exact date, and I don't want to remember it. I felt like my heart was sick. I lost my desire for everything, and I no longer cared about what I was about to endure.
It's getting worse. Today I was standing on the road, watching a car pass by, and I was thinking, if I run over next time a car passes by, and the car runs over me, will it hurt like in the car accident documentaries played at school?
But it might not hurt that much, probably not as much as the pain I felt in that 'place'.
[ February 2, 1992. Today is a good day. ]
My nephew was born. My sister-in-law named him Chao Chao, but his full name is Zhong Chao. I don't like it; Wen Chao would be better. My sister-in-law has worked so hard, but it's a shame I can't say this to her in person. That pervert said he would kill my nephew if I dared to reveal even a hint of that. He has the same blood as this person on him. It's so disgusting, so disgusting, so disgusting! ! ! !
I'm in my third year of high school, and the college entrance exam is coming up soon. I want to take it far away, somewhere where no perverts can find me. My little nephew is so cute. I took a look at him, and he's so beautiful. He's different from when he was just born.
[ April 3, 1992: I'm still persevering in my quest to escape. ]
I couldn't hold on any longer. I was living this way every day. I was so sick. I suddenly got used to being against my sister-in-law. At that moment, I felt like I was a living person, not a slave, not a dog.
Today I accidentally cut myself with a paper cutter. It bled, hurt a little, and it itched a bit, but surprisingly, I didn't dislike the feeling. I even felt like I was alive when I was cut by the knife.
The Gaokao exam is coming up soon, and my master told me to miss it. I know it's my only hope of escaping this situation, but for some reason, I feel I can't disobey my master. I'm writing this diary after cutting myself with a knife. But I know I'll soon be overtaken by a slave mentality again. Then, I'll be just their most obedient dog.
That pervert achieved his goal, and my life is ruined.
She saw me self-harming, and I wanted her to help me.
Last night, my master gave me an order and I got myself wet. I caught a serious cold.
My life is ruined, I know it. But I can no longer control myself.
She saved me, she reached out to me, but unfortunately, I couldn't grasp her. I'm going to France, and my life from now on will be a mess, but I hope things get better for her. If only she could divorce that pervert, and raise the child on her own, she should be able to live a good life.
The palm-sized diary was quickly flipped through, but as Lin Shuyue kept on reading, tears began to flow.
From this diary, Lin Shuyue saw a normal girl who was manipulated and had her life ruined.
She could have escaped, but she put herself in shackles.
There were sobbing mixed with cursing sounds coming from the side. Lin Shuyue turned around and saw Ye Xueyu.
"Brother Li, turn around! Even if it means sacrificing my life, I'm going to go back and chop that Zhong Jiasheng into pieces."
"Xiao Ye, don't be impulsive." Brother Li persuaded and drove the car as fast as possible.
Lin Shuyue wiped her tears and said, "Let's take turns watching."
"Good."
Lin Shuyue took the exercise book, which was filled with short essays. One of the sentences was enlarged and bolded, which was particularly shocking.
[ Women are born to suffer. No matter what kind of woman they are, their lives will be miserable. My master and that pervert both said I was a jinx and that anyone who got close to me would be unlucky. Great! I'll stay away from women from now on and stick with men. I really hope this jinx will bring them an early death. ]