Chapter 18 Chapter Four

"I've been waiting for your contact. Are you ready to fight?" The activist stared at me with emotion, and even though he was in a coffee shop, he stood up and wanted to shake my hand. "Yes, I will fight." "That's great...I thought you'd just run away like that, that's great." "I won't run away" I shook the activist's hand. "Never run away again." "Leave it to me, with me standing by your side, you don't have to be afraid of anything. I will solve all problems, yes, don't worry! I have a successful precedent."

"Really?" "Well, really." "Can you solve all my problems?" "That's right." "I was abused by my father and sister every day, kicking me, hitting me, not letting me eat, not letting me go to the doctor, not letting me take a bath: because I was beaten so often that I could barely hear in my right ear. Also, my classmates They bullied me too, they kept adding ingredients to my nutritious lunch, tore up my textbooks, and once put dead crows in my drawer. Once they put dead rats in my house shoes, and I didn't I put on my shoes when I found out, and the dead mouse was trampled flat. My gym suit was smeared with semen, my schoolbag was thrown in the toilet, and even my instructor bullied me. You say you can solve all problems, not just rape , can you solve these problems for me? You are confident and have a successful precedent, right?"

After I said all the questions, the activist was dumbfounded and blinked several times: but he immediately turned back, nodded vigorously, and said that everything was left to him. "Leave it all to me and I will solve all your problems," the activist continued. "For this, your words and your actions are needed; in other words, your courage is needed." "I understand, I won't run away again." I am no longer a doll.I want to become human.I'm going to fight and win. Activists immediately took real action.He called or visited the court, the education committee and the media in person to gather people who are willing to help me; and considering my mental, privacy and safety issues, he went through the formalities of suspending school for me and paid for me to live in a hotel .His ability to execute and act really surprised me.Not only that, he also let me go to a beauty salon, gave me food, and treated my ears.I didn't expect that much from an activist, but he genuinely took action for me and I really appreciate him.The teacher is right, there are still people who are willing to help weak children.

In the hotel room of Chengchang's new home, I checked the documents brought by the activists and discussed the "Policy for Post-Destruction".The group of four who raped me has been found. Although they have not been imprisoned yet, it is only a matter of time; my father, sister and several classmates will also be punished in the near future.I am very happy that the battle went so smoothly. "Lijia, it's going well!" the activist reported happily. "However, your testimony is needed when you go to court, and you have to stand on the witness stand. Please bear with me then."

"I don't know if I can explain it well, but I will try my best." "It doesn't matter if you say it's bad, as long as you tell the truth." "I see." "Next is tomorrow's itinerary." "Ok." "I have to ask you to meet your family." "Meet my family..." "If it's just a matter between you father and daughter, you don't need to meet: However, there is also a rape lawsuit, right? Regarding this matter, some things need to be handled by your family...that is, your father's place, and according to the regulations, You must be there."

The activist said with an apologetic face. "It doesn't matter, you don't have to talk to him, it's just a rule, you just need to be there." "...Understood, I will go and see him." That's right, I don't run away anymore.Because I'm going to fight and win. "Then I'll take my leave and I'll pick you up tomorrow." The activists left the hotel after putting the documents in their briefcases. I pray everything goes well. The next morning, the activists drove me out of the hotel.The familiar scenery came into view, and I knew that I was getting closer to home, but I was not shaken by it.The doll in my heart did not appear.

Reuniting with my father and sister whom I have not seen for several weeks, I am not in a state of distress.Dad cast disgusted glances at the activists, wanting guilt and not even looking at me; but I didn't take my eyes off Dad's face, and I felt like I had won. The activists talked to Baba, and I watched them as I sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea.Watching Dad flicking through the files with his eyes twitching from the sidelines—I found the composition interesting.I did it, perfectly reversed the plant position. The doorbell rang, and I got up to answer the door, but it was no longer necessary.

Because the four men who molested me broke down the door and broke into the house. Iron skids, kitchen knives, wooden knives, chainsaws...exaggerated armaments.The men stared at me like they were arguing that it was unreasonable to be accused for mere rape, so they could use lynching. The chivalrous activist stood up and stood in front of the men. One of the men raised a sledge and beat the activist's head. The head of the sled pierced the activist's forehead, and the activist fell to the ground. Dad and sister were taken aback and screamed. The man with the kitchen knife flew over and cut off the heads of the two.

Exaggerated blood flowed from the wound. I wanted to run away, but my feet were weak and I couldn't move. The men approach me. I picked up the chair at hand and threw it over, but how could this kind of thing stop the actions of the furious men?The men grinned sadistically, picked me up, and led me out of the house.The dead bodies of activists, father and sister came into view. I was pushed into the back of the same SUV exactly as I was raped. The SUV starts and moves forward. Men lick my feet, snap my hair, and do mild abuse.I asked where the men were going to take me, and the men answered tersely... two words.

I will be killed. And it's not as simple as activists, who will be killed in an extremely cruel and thorough way.I will be tortured.I put my hand on the car door, but was caught by the man's arm and twisted in the opposite direction.They hit me hard on the cheeks, grabbed my feet and pulled them away, kicking my crotch.With the numbness of the thumping sound, a pain spread in the abdomen, and my mind went blank. The iron head touched my cheek. Slices of flesh and blood from activists stuck to it. How about turning into a doll? This thought flashed through my mind. As long as you become a doll, you don't feel any pain, as long as you become a doll, you don't feel any hell.My rule of thumb tells me it's also a kind of happiness.

Yes, dolls are happy. The sled head touched my cheek again. The activist's flesh and blood dripped down. ……no.I dismissed the thought immediately. Even if you turn into a doll and escape, the only thing waiting in front of you is death. This is not happiness. fighting! Fight and win! Fight and win freedom! Stories about weak children are no longer important. Let it be over quickly! Why don't you try to become weak children? Definitely want to transform right away! I immediately woke up and snatched the iron sled in front of me. Throw it to the driver's seat. The iron sled deeply pierced the man's neck. The SUV turned several times in a row... and came to a standstill. I rushed out of the car. In front of me is the school that was still reporting every day not long ago. The men get out of the van. With weapons in hand. I run into school. I heard the ferocious sound of the chainsaw's engine, but I ran desperately. Even if you run into your own classroom, you will still be forced to go to it. Classes were in progress in the classroom, and a large number of students who persecuted and attacked me listened carefully to the teacher who persecuted and attacked me. At this time, I broke in with three men armed with weapons, which naturally caused a big commotion. One of the men yelled and charged straight at him wielding a chainsaw.I used my classmate as a shield to dodge, and the classmate's flesh and blood flew all over the place, making a shrill cry.Another man charged forward brandishing Caichuan, I used the teacher's body as a wall to defend, and the dark red viscera of the teacher was exposed.I bathed in the blood of my classmates and continued to dodge the attacks of men: as my survival time increased, the number of classmates also decreased relatively. A man with a wooden knife stood before my eyes.Man holding up a wooden knife.I pounce on the man. Maybe it was because he didn't have time to deal with this unexpected action, or maybe it was because the blood slipped his feet, the man fell down easily.Instead, I picked up the wooden knife, stabbed it into the man's mouth, and slammed into the man who was wielding the chainsaw through the classmates who had already turned into pieces of meat; It fell to the man's forehead, splitting his head in half.The chainsaw that fell on the floor continued to vibrate violently, cutting off the right ankle of the man wielding the kitchen knife;With some difficulty, I picked up the chainsaw and stabbed the high-speed rotating blade into the man's neck; the blade sank easily, and the neck split in two.I grabbed someone's gym suit bag and fled the classroom. The students who heard the news gathered in the corridor, but no one stopped me, who was covered in blood.I galloped through the hallway and entered the student guidance room without anyone blocking me. A desk filled with food, a dark window, a swivel chair... The moment the familiar scene came into view, I completely ignored my current situation, and my heart was gripped by nostalgia.teacher.The word came up in my throat, but calling it out was useless, nothing would change.I lowered my eyes, entered the shower room, quickly washed off the blood on my body, took out the gym clothes from the gym suit bag and put them on, and then opened the teacher's desk drawer. In the bottom drawer was a large backpack.It should be prepared for use when escaping. I found enough evidence to prove that what the teacher said was true, and I was really happy.My mind was almost overwhelmed by nostalgia, but I tried to push it away and move on again.In the backpack were envelopes containing stacks of 10,000-yen bills, cigarettes, a lighter, and a change of clothes for several days.I took out the cigarette, lighter and a change of clothes, grabbed a small bottle of juice and cans from another drawer, and stuffed them into the gap in the backpack: Then I lit the cigarette again and took three puffs. I picked up my backpack, stuffed cigarettes and lighters into my pockets, and finished my preparations. After pulling open the dimly lit window, I jumped out.The siren of the patrol car was getting louder, and I was burning all the energy left in my body to run like hell.As long as I'm serious about running, I should be fine - as soon as I thought about it, my body suddenly became lighter.No problem, absolutely no problem.I really wanted to cheer, but before I could, I raised my hand to stop the taxi, sat in the back seat, and hugged the teacher's backpack to my chest.The driver turned his head slightly and asked me where I was going. "Go south first!"