Be a Social Cow In An Infinite Game

The moment the door closed, a gust of cold wind came in, coolly climbed onto Xia Zhiyi's back, and made the back of her neck shiver.

It's very uncomfortable here.

Unspeakably uncomfortable.

But she got the consent of her class teacher and walked out of the school openly. She didn't violate any taboos, so the ghost king couldn't do anything to her.

It is even more unlikely that the ghost king's family members will do anything to her for no reason.

At this moment, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared, staring at her gloomyly, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

Xia Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.

No way no way!

The slap in the face shouldn't come so fast!

Didn't I just come in and start running for my life? !

"Do you also look down on my Xiuxiu?"

The woman suddenly opened her mouth, her eyes were about to split open, and her tone became more and more excited.

"Do you also think it's my Xiuxiu's fault?!"

The questioning made the low air pressure around him even more suffocating.

The woman clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, and her finger bones turned white.

The light of the knife was terrifying, as if it was about to fall on the person's body in the next second, causing blood to fly.

Seeing the situation, Xia Zhi also calmed down, and she calmly asked, "What's wrong with Xiuxiu?"

There was a second of stupefaction in the woman's expression.

Xia Zhiyi asked again: "She is right, why should I think she did something wrong?"

The hostility on the woman's body suddenly turned sharply and dissipated lightly.

"That's good, that's good..." the woman muttered.

Seeing that the woman calmed down, Xia Zhiyi asked, "You are Xiuxiu's mother, right?

"Hello, Auntie. I'm Xiuxiu's classmate. My surname is Xia."

Mother Zhou came back to her senses, rolled up her long hair by her ears, and smiled weakly: "Hello."

People seem to have no spirit.

"Have you eaten yet? Auntie is cooking. You can stay and eat together."

After Zhou's mother finished speaking, she went back to the kitchen, without giving Xia Zhiyi a chance to refuse.

Xia Zhiyi thought it was good, anyway, she was going to stay here to look for clues.

Father Zhou, who had been standing silently at the door, bent down and put the cotton mop at her feet, and finally said again: "Come in, don't stand at the door, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Xia Zhiyi looked down.

Those were a pair of cute cat cotton slippers, completely different in style from the pair on Zhou's father's feet, and they didn't seem to have been carefully selected for the guests.

"These shoes are..."

"It belongs to my daughter," Zhou's father straightened up and passed her straight, expressionless, "I hope you don't mind."

Xia Zhiyi: "..."

You didn't even give me a chance to mind...

"Thank you uncle."

Xia Zhiyi responded, then gestured towards the sky where Father Zhou couldn't see, and performed a mime in a serious manner—I'm sorry, Xiu, you saw it too, this is what your father asked me to wear, not I voluntarily. Yes, I hope you don't mind.

Disclaimer After the performance, she obediently put on her shoes and followed Father Zhou into the living room.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Zhou Xiuxiu's tablet came into view head-on.

The black-and-white photo fixed her life on that day forever. The person in the photo smiled innocently, but it still couldn't change the sadness in the room.

Xia Zhiyi saw Zhou's father caressing the photo frame heavily and reluctantly. From the side, a few strands of Chinese hair could be faintly exposed among his black hair clumps, and he seemed to have aged a lot.

Xia Zhiyi didn't speak.

Father Zhou poured her a glass of water, asked her to sit down on the sofa, and stayed for dinner later.

Xia Zhiyi was holding the water glass, while Zhou's father was still looking at the photo of his daughter.

Looking at the father's back, she suddenly didn't know how to speak and what to ask.

She could see that the parents really loved this child...

The atmosphere became quiet again.

From time to time, the sound of chopping things can be heard in the kitchen, which is cold and makes people's ears very uncomfortable.

Depressed, the whole room is too depressing.

Xia Zhiyi clenched the water glass tightly, being hurriedly pushed by the oppressive atmosphere, couldn't help breaking the silence: "Uncle Zhou, I heard that you are going to sue the netizens, can you tell me why?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou's father suddenly turned around and looked at her with a stern expression, as if he was demanding Shura's life.

"why?

"Of course because they deserve it!

"They, like that little **** named Sun, are the scourge of the world, they are locusts! They are the ones who deserve to die! They are the ones!!"

Xia Zhiyi was stunned, she didn't expect him to be so angry suddenly.

Zhou's mother heard the voice and hurried out to stop Zhou's father's anger.

"Don't scare the kids.

"Come and cook with me, the child should be hungry in a while."

Only then did Zhou's father calm down, he turned around and walked into the kitchen with Zhou's mother, leaving Xia Zhiyi alone.

Before going in, he didn't forget to tell Xia Zhiyi: "It's getting dark, don't run around, I'll call you when we're done cooking."

Xia Zhiyi nodded and said yes.

Behaving very well-behaved.

Father Zhou nodded in satisfaction, turned around and prepared dinner with his wife.

Xia Zhiyi looked at the door of the kitchen, and when the sound of chopping things and water came again, she put down her water glass and got up.

You can't run, but it's impossible to sit still, and you won't get clues if you sit quietly.

Just now she tentatively asked Zhou's father the reason for the prosecution, but the other party's reaction was agitated. Instead, it reminded her of the dead Wu Yong, and then thought of that speech that everyone hates - the theory of victim guilt.

is that so?

Is it because of this reason that Zhou's father and Zhou's mother want to sue netizens? And the way the two of them behaved, it didn't seem like they were blaming the child, thinking it was the child's fault.

Alas, if there is something for her to look up on the Internet now, it would be great to have a look...

She grabbed the shoulder strap of her schoolbag tightly, and decided to search it first, and if there was really nothing that could access the Internet, she would use her phone for the last time.

Looking around, she wanted to go to Zhou Xiuxiu's room to have a look first because of her inferior skills and courage.

There are three rooms here.

She opened the first two rooms lightly, one was the study room, and the other was the master bedroom of Zhou's father and Zhou's mother.

After closing the door, she walked lightly towards the remaining room.

Hold the doorknob, turn it lightly, and the door opens.

The orange light that filled the room instantly fell on his face.

Xia Zhiyi froze for a moment, kept a thin crack in the door, and vigilantly checked left and right.

It turned out that the lights had never been turned off, and she thought it had triggered some mechanism.

Through the narrow crack of the door, she can see the warm style of the room.

Boldly open the door and inspect the room, the table is a table, the bed is a bed, and the furniture is nothing out of the ordinary.

Looking back at the kitchen, no one came out.

She went straight into Zhou Xiuxiu's room, her eyes fell on the closet against the wall, she walked over, stood sideways behind the door, and opened the closet door very carefully.

There was a "squeak" sound from the cabinet door, which made her heart beat nervously.

She was afraid that something would suddenly pop out of it.

However nothing appeared.

calm.

She slowly poked her eyes out a little to scan the closet, only to find that there was nothing dirty except clothes or clothes.

"Huh..." She was a little relieved.

There were many beautiful dresses in the closet, some of which she had seen in Zhou Xiuxiu's selfies, and many new ones, the tags of which she didn't have time to pick off.

It can be seen that Zhou Xiuxiu really likes skirts.

She searched the corners of the closet again, so carefully that she almost turned over the closet and searched, but found nothing, and it was no different from ordinary closets.

After closing the closet, she quickly turned to another place.

There is a small window in Zhou Xiuxiu's room, and there are cute little daisy patterns on the short white curtains.

There is a desk by the window, on which there are many professional books related to mathematics, and there is a laptop next to it.

-laptop!

Xia Zhiyi walked over in surprise and opened the black computer cover, but before pressing the power button, the screen suddenly lit up.

The dazzling red domineeringly occupies the entire screen, and snowflake white flashes from time to time, as if the signal reception is poor.

Xia Zhiyi immediately took two steps back cautiously, feeling that it was not enough, she moved to the side again.

In case there are dirty things on the screen, or the kind that are attacking directly, she can still escape by standing a little crookedly.

Most importantly, be safe—the bed is right next to her, and she will lie down on the bed when the time comes, and everything will be fine.

However, this computer is the same as the wardrobe, and nothing appears.

Xia Zhiyi waited for a while, the screen flickered and flickered, but nothing changed.

Just when her patience was about to run out, the flickering screen suddenly refreshed the interface, which instantly became extremely clear.

Xia Zhiyi took a step forward and confirmed it—it was the news report before Sun Jun and others were arrested.

Look down - and comments.

Walking carefully to the desk, she bent down slightly to see what the comments had written.

At this time, the comments suddenly scrolled without warning.

Fortunately, the scrolling speed was slow enough for her to read each comment clearly.

In the comment area, at first there were people who felt sorry for Zhou Xiuxiu, sympathized with her experience, and expressed their extreme disgust for the murderer. The style of painting was very normal.

However, the style of painting became more and more strange as it went down, the comments began to change, and the spearheads aimed at Sun Jun and the others gradually turned to Zhou Xiuxiu.

—Going out at night and wearing a skirt, what kind of girl is this?

—Maybe it was the woman who seduced her first

— This person surnamed Sun is pretty handsome, she probably didn’t want to [狗头]

— I heard that she and the murderer are in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship. I guess the emotional conflict has not been resolved, so I deliberately slandered her boyfriend

…

…

Accusations, ridicule, speculation, and shirk responsibility, all of these are like a menacing wave that swallows the people in front of the screen.

The scrolling speed of the comments began to accelerate, and the lines of black fonts began to glow red, like **** sharp knives that had just been shot.

The next second, the page refreshed again.

This time it was Zhou Xiuxiu's social account.

When they looked at Zhou Xiuxiu's account on their mobile phones before, forwarding, commenting, and liking were all closed, and there was no way to click on it.

And now, those dirty and obscene remarks are finally exposed to the eyes of the world.

- the skirt is too short

—Good girls don't go out at night, don't you understand?

——A fly does not bite a seamless egg, a slap does not make a sound

- Indiscretion

- you are also responsible

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…

The irresponsible accusations are like sharp swords, carelessly and mercilessly piercing into the flesh and blood of the victims.

The comments began to scroll crazily again, and gradually turned into rows of **** words, crowded together, crazily plundering sight, like a crazy and unreasonable trial.

Xia Zhiyi frowned as she watched, feeling sick for a while, wishing to find out those people who were hiding behind the screen and beat them up!

What's the matter with the skirt?

What's the matter with the egg itself?

Why make excuses for the perpetrators?

Wearing a skirt or trousers is all about personal freedom, not a reason to be violated. Don't these idiots even understand such a simple truth? !

She understood that Zhou Xiuxiu's death had nothing to do with any of these insidious villains hiding behind the screen!

Zhou Xiuxiu's becoming the ghost king who controls the world is the best punishment for these people, their retribution!

No, she has to go back quickly and tell Jing Ruyu about it.

Combining Wu Yong's death with Zhou's father and Zhou's mother's plan to sue netizens, this must be the final answer!

Looking at the time, it was still early until eleven o'clock, and she still had a chance to go back!

Xia Zhiyi turned around and was about to leave, but was taken aback by Zhou's father who suddenly appeared at the door.

Father Zhou's eyes fell on the computer screen, his gaze suddenly became gloomy and cold, and his voice was also cold: "Where do you want to go?"

Xia Zhiyi: "..."

Oh hoo, the ball is over.

She can't seem to get away.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Xia: Wife, help!

Thank you for your comments and support, and thank you to the two cute Sham Shui, I will add more later~