Mishojie opened his mouth in shock for a long time without blinking.

After a while, he heard himself muttering retelling in a difficult voice.

"Minors kill people...will they be...tw?"

The malice behind this sentence made him feel cold.

It is unimaginable that it was said from the bloodline to the person and transferred to him by the victim girl.

Seeing Mi Xiu Jie's back, his limbs were stiff and his expression was dull, Tian Heyang couldn't help but move one step towards his junior.

Yu Guangbiao saw that his brother made the same choice.

The two brothers looked at each other, and then turned their faces away.

"Brother, I think Mi Xiujie's mood is not right..."

Tian Hezhou replied: "Mi Xiujie regularly checks with psychologists every month...What do you think?"

Survival in all walks of life is not easy, and the entertainment industry is no exception.

Celebrities are public figures. They live under the spotlight. Every move can create topics for the media and become topics for netizens to pass the time after dinner. There is almost no privacy to say. But they will say no to these? A small number of people who are strong and can survive the lonely years before the "stunning" can do it. However, at the moment when online entertainment is prevalent, there are fewer and fewer such people, and more and more artists in the entertainment industry need popularity to realize their own value and gain more traffic, reputation, and money.

But celebrities are also human beings, and survival pressure and negative emotions can also cause psychological problems.

Mishejie is one of them.

"depression?"

Tian Hezhou said: "No, but the impact is similar."

Mi Xiujie is a relatively clean star in the entertainment industry and his private circle is clean, but he is under a lot of pressure.

Without further ado, the frequent fights with the original family usually attracts a lot of fans who have blackmailed him.

It is normal for a private chat in the background to 999.

It's abnormal if you have no mental problems.

No one knows how many negative emotions that cannot be vented in Mi Xiujie's heart are buried, and what is the situation that these negative emotions are completely detonated. And Xingxing's words are a cluster of igniting flames that trigger these negative emotions, causing his face muscles to twitch and his expression to be ferocious.

"What do they want to do!"

It seemed as if I had to use all my strength, my chest was undulating violently, and a wisp of viscous liquid was connected between the tiger teeth.

"Tell me what these two beasts want to do!"

He rushed to Mishuling to grab his shoulders, but his hands passed through his brother's soul and only caught a ball of air.

Mi Xiuling had a cold face throughout the whole process and looked at her younger brother with indifferent eyes.

Finally, I asked him in the boy's unique voice.

"Xujie, I'm only fifteen years old, but you're an adult now, don't you understand?"

A simple sentence fell into Mishej's ears but it was like thunder thunder on the ground.

Mi Xiujie was stunned and saw through his brother's illusory ghost body that he could not hold it up and raised his hands in front of him.

The dry eyes gushed out liquid that blurred vision.

Finally, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, and his back was hunched.

In his thirties, he cried so hard that his whole face was filled with tears. The more embarrassed he was, the more embarrassed he was.

"Why are you crying?"

Mishuling half-squatted down to look at his middle-aged brother.

"It has nothing to do with you."

He tried to touch his brother's hair, comforting him with intimate actions as if he was still alive, but his fingers could not touch the entity.

He withdrew his fingers back and curled up.

"It's their fault, not yours."

Xingxing's mother's first marriage was very unfortunate. Her husband was poor and unmotivated. She relied on her wife to work as a female worker in the factory to earn living expenses. She also violently refused to change her life after having a daughter. In the end, she broke up and remarried her second husband, who is the "Uncle Zhao" mentioned by Xingxing.

According to Xingxing, "Uncle Zhao" played games with her when she was five or six years old. She took advantage of Xingxing's mother's chance to go out to work. At first, she just used candy and threats to shut up the young and ignorant Xingxing, and then she further hurt her.

During the two years, my parents went to the city to work and make money, so they handed Xingxing over to their second mother-in-law to take care of him. The second mother-in-law would not care about her "granddaughter" who was not her son, and she would not starve to death. In addition, she was old and could not take care of her children at all times. Naturally, she would not know that Xingxing was targeted by her neighbor, the father of the Mixiujie brothers. At first, she took advantage of her hands and feet, and pinched her face when no one was paying attention. Even someone would touch her legs and legs when she hugged her child, and kiss her cheeks close to the corner of her mouth.

No one thinks that this kind of intimate behavior from a man from a strange generation is bad, and he only thinks that this is a sign of liking children.

Even though the stars showed obvious reluctance, the adults around them did not take this seriously.

What do children know?

The uncle of the neighbor would not have any ulterior motives about the child.

People who think about this aspect have dirty thoughts and are not clean.

Once, Mishuling used the money earned from working to buy a pound of bulk candy and gave it to several greedy neighbors and children.

Then Xingxing followed him happily. At first he thought it was Xingxing who stuck to him.

until--

Xingxing asked him with his head tilted and his clean eyes opened.

[Does my brother want to play games with Xingxing?]

Mishuling was puzzled: [Playing games? If you don’t play, your brother will go home to study.]

【Brother also reads?】

[Well, now I am self-studying, and the number of high school in the first year is much more difficult than that in junior high school...]

Xingxing muttered: [I don't like playing games either...]

It was about half a month before the Chinese New Year that year, Xingxing's stepfather and mother who went out to work came back.

The next day it was a heavy rainy day, with thunder sounds. Mi Xiuling, who had been working and getting a salary, faintly heard a dispute upstairs, which was Uncle Zhao next door and his father. The restaurant table was leftover dishes, residues and empty beer bottles.

Mishuling did not go upstairs because he knew that "Uncle Zhao" and his father were friends with wine and meat.

The two often drink beer together. When they have nothing to do, they make an appointment to go to the nearby reservoir to fry fish, and barbecue and skewers.

They all have one problem. They like to shout loudly when they drink high. If they don’t listen carefully, they think they are quarreling, but in fact they have a good relationship.

Mishuling, who is more docile, turned on the faucet, put the residue on the table into the trash can, put the eaten dish plates and dirty bowls in the dish sink, and put the dishes in the refrigerator... After a few minutes, the messy dining table was clean...

Mishuling went upstairs, and the louder the thunder, he heard a short, sharp scream.

The sound was not loud but it made his spine tremble and his scalp numb.

He gently pushed open a crack and found that the door was not locked.

At this time, only a dim light was lit in the room.

Against the backdrop of thunderstorm, a cruel scene that was so cruel that it hit his eyes.

Although there was only one slit, he could see the messy mattress and the large area of ​​blood stained on the quilt, as well as a piece of calf, the side face of the star that was obviously opposite to the feet. One of her eyes was open, and the other was so blue that she couldn't open it. Two men with her back facing the door, one was panting and naked on her back, and the other was holding a fruit knife dripping with blood in her hand...

Mishuling didn't know how he went upstairs.

When he came to his senses, he sat on his bed.

He stood up in a daze, walked to the door and opened it to try to sneak a glance downstairs, but heard such a vague conversation.

【…killed…】

【You killed it...】

【…What to do…will go to jail…】

【………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

【They are not adults, any one of them...】

【…then…So…Shujie…】

The thunderstorm was too loud, and Mishuling only heard it roughly but understood everything coldly.

...

Mi Xiujie also knew what happened next.

He came home happily half an hour later but heard the news of Mitholin committing suicide.

"They secretly cut off Xingxing's body and buried it in the backyard. The rest were cleaned up..."

Whether it was a human or a ghost present, they listened silently to Mishuling's description of no emotion, as if the protagonist of the story had nothing to do with him. Tian Heyang couldn't listen and beat the wall to vent his hatred. He wanted to call the police and hammer the two still alive scum into pieces.

Tian Hezhou asked: "It doesn't make sense for you to do this..."

Mishuling said lightly: "They made preparations. The disappearance of the Star News misled her and was abducted by human traffickers. Even if the body was found, the body was rotten. It would be possible to push the matter on me. At that time, my body had long been cremated."

Tian Hezhou said: "You take it for granted, the police are not as weak as you think..."

Xingxing doesn’t even have any xing education, and is ignorant.

God knows that Tian Hezhou’s mood when he heard the word “playing games” was so fucked.
To be continued...