Mo Qiu's words coincided with what Shen Xiaoshi explained on the phone just now, he was indeed deceived by scum.
But he has just escaped from danger, and there are many people here, so I can't ask detailed questions, so I can only comfort him first, telling him not to worry, everything will be discussed after he recovers.
He was suffering from blood loss and oxygen deprivation, and soon lost his strength after crying a lot, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
For the next few days, I went back and forth between the pawn shop and the hospital. Fortunately, I have some experience in taking care of patients, so nothing went wrong.
On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I sent him home. He hesitated and asked me to come in and sit for a while, poured me tea, and said he had something for me.
I was sitting on the sofa in the living room when he entered the bedroom and seemed to be searching for something.
The curtains were drawn in the room, the light was dim, and there were a lot of sundries piled on the floor. It could be seen that Mo Qiu was not good at housekeeping.
When the police found him that day, he was lying on the floor of the bathroom with a burning charcoal basin beside him, and his hand had already been cut.
During the two days when Shen Xiaoshi took care of his house, he helped him clean up the blood on the bathroom and the ground, and sent me a message saying that he felt like a "scavenger" in a movie.
After sitting for a few minutes, Mo Qiu came out of the bedroom with a lot of things in one hand. I saw that he was a little unsteady when walking, so I hurried forward to take them.
"Thank you... Thank you." The two of us worked together to put the things on the coffee table, and he sat down on the sofa. After walking for a few steps, there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead.
He looked down at the bandage wrapped around his left wrist, and said in a weak but clear voice, "I don't want these anymore, please help me dispose of them."
I flipped through it, and found that there was a large stack of various photos and posters of Luo Zhengyun, many of which were autographed.
I have a bottom line in my heart, but I still have to ask: "I don't want any more?"
Mo Qiu nodded, his face covered by bangs was pale and haggard. The light that once appeared in his eyes is gone now.
"He and I started talking last summer... on his social platform." His tone was calm, even a little lifeless, "I would send him comments and private messages before, but he never replied to me, so that's even worse. Like my own self-talk. That day I sent him a private message as usual, telling him what I did and what I ate all day, and finally said that I would support him and love him as always, but I didn’t expect him to reply me. He also asked me to add his private mobile phone number. After that, our chats became frequent... "
It's probably not the first time that Luo Zhengyun has done this. He flirts with ease, using appropriate ambiguous and indifferent words, so that the honest Mo Qiu is confused. He hasn't even seen the real thing. The strength of a lifetime.
The prey is fattened before it can eat. Luo Zhengyun spent half a year raising Mo Qiu, a poor little fish, which can be said to have put a lot of thought into it. When he felt that it was time to close the net, he invited Mo Qiu to a high-end private club on the pretext of meeting offline.
"In the beginning, he acted the same as on the screen, humorous, talkative, and personable..." Mo Qiu continued to lower his head, his fingers mechanically intertwined, appearing very anxious.
Luo Zhengyun, a star who is extremely shining in every sense and attracts everyone's attention, suddenly becomes interested in an ordinary to inconspicuous person like himself, and then starts a secret relationship. This is simply the limit of star chasing that Mo Qiu can think of.
He was completely captured by this man, believed in all his sweet words, and satisfied all his demands and orders. He stepped into the trap, unsuspectingly took the drink offered by the other party, and soon became unconscious, with weakness in his hands and feet.
He was drugged, and Luo Zhengyun just sat across from him, with his legs crossed noblely, admiring his terrified and ugly appearance.
"I want to escape..."
But he couldn't escape, just a few steps away, Luo Zhengyun caught up with him from behind, covered his mouth and nose, and dragged him onto the bed.
Since Mo Qiu accepted the appointment, he naturally thought about what might happen. He is an adult, he can be responsible for his own choice, but he did not expect this to happen in such a violent and despicable form.
"It might be weird for a grown man to say that... but then... I..." he choked up, "I was really scared and in pain."
Luo Zhengyun liked to see him cry, he forced him, humiliated him, and finally took a picture of him begging helplessly for Rihe's threat and appreciation.
"This matter... have you ever thought about calling the police?" It was also the first time I encountered such a beast. Although I was mentally prepared, the truth still broke through my three views and made me feel very fucked.
"He threatened me with videos, saying that as long as I dared to call the police, I would post them on the Internet. Besides..." Mo Qiu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a nasal voice, "What kind of strong woman is a man who forces a man? Calling the police will only Let everyone laugh at me. He can afford the best and most famous lawyer in the country to defend him, the public relations team can turn black and white in an instant, and I... and I get nothing but humiliation."
I finally couldn't help but took out a cigarette, lit one and smoked.
"Farting is not considered rape, and rape is not counted as femme fatale? Do you agree?"
"What can I do if I don't recognize it." Mo Qiu looked even more frustrated, "After that, he often threatened me with videos, asking me to meet him, forcing me to take more videos... a vicious circle repeated. He I will be very careful every time, I have no evidence to expose him at all."
Luo Zhengyun spent half a year thoroughly understanding Mo Qiu, knowing that it was impossible to resist with his personality, and no one could tell these secrets, so he carried out his crimes even more recklessly.
The pressure accumulated little by little, and the pain had nowhere to vent. In order to escape reality, he had no choice but to choose death.
"For a scumbag, there's no need." The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, I puffed out a cigarette, and couldn't say any more comforting words, "Actually, you have evidence, and you yourself are the best evidence. Little hope is not hopeless... "
Mo Qiu was taken aback, then flinched and said: "I... I can't do it... You know, I have been useless since I was a child."
Seeing him trembling like a quail, I was almost out of breath. He was bullied to death just because he was always like this.
But after getting angry, I felt that I was only judging others by myself. I'm not Mo Qiu, and Mo Qiu is not me. I can't understand his feelings, and naturally he can't have my decisive power.
To put it bluntly, we were all right, the one who was wrong was Luo Zhengyun, that bitch.
Mo Qiu seemed to sense my emotions, and his uninjured hand clenched into a fist, and his tone became more and more timid: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I... I will go to the police, and I will not be coerced by him again." No. Anyway, I don’t need to meet people for my job, so even if there is a big trouble, I... I don’t care, if it’s a big deal, I won’t go out in the future.”
Hey, he said that, as if he went to the police for me...
Why do I think that if he really calls the police, and things get serious, and with Luo Zhengyun's influence and financial resources, he will definitely not be able to bear the pressure and die sooner if he launches a public opinion offensive
After all, I don't have that much sense of justice to exterminate evil for the society. I just want to solve this matter for Mo Qiu, not force him to death.
"What stupid things can you say, maybe you can persist for a month or two months, a year or two, or even five or ten years. I don’t even go out any more.”
He hadn't realized how depressing it would be to act in a fixed space for several years, so he said such naive and impulsive words.
"Okay, you have a good rest first." I soaked the cigarette in a sip of untouched tea, picked up the stack of photos on the table and said, "I will think of a way for you."
Two days later, Mo Qiu called in a panic, saying that Luo Zhengyun had contacted him again, but he rejected the other party on the grounds that he was unwell. Luo Zhengyun seemed a little unhappy, and at the end he broke down and cried.
He apologized to me and asked me what to do.
I was about to comfort him, but he suddenly hung up the phone again. When I arrived at his house, I finally knocked on his door and found that the bandage on his left wrist was gone, and the sutured wound was torn apart again, bleeding out.
I had no choice but to take him to the hospital with a dark face to have the stitches re-stitched. I sat in the taxi several times and wanted to tell the driver to keep driving to the police station, but I knew that even if I went, Mo Qiu would not be able to say a word.
Mo Qiu's increasingly serious psychological problems forced me to plan to speed up.
There are actually many ways to deal with scum, but if you find that the right path is blocked, you may need to find another way.
I don't have many friends, but I happen to have someone in the entertainment industry.
Yi Dazhuang has only been a paparazzi for a few years, but he has a lot of information about Luo Zhengyun.
"Don't look at him with his eyes above the top. He is well-known in the circle for his love of playing, but if you like me, nothing has happened to him. Our information is only passed on by word of mouth, and it is useless. place." Yi Dazhuang said while smoking a cigarette, "I know the clubs and nightclubs he frequents, but he has bodyguards around him, so you can't block him."
"I didn't want to block him." The people who came and went in front of the store, everyone was either indifferent or alienated, and no one had time to care about others, but I had to take care of the person I helped more than ten years ago, I dammit I was almost moved by myself, "Doesn't he like to shoot videos? I will design a set of exclusive mv for him, so that he can have fun taking one shot at a time."
Yi Dazhuang paused, "What do you mean?"
"Follow what he likes. Doesn't he like chasing beauty, so let's set up a beauty trick for him, and then dance with a fairy."
This kind of person has always been conceited, and he must never have imagined that if he walks too much at night, he will run into ghosts, and if he gets trapped too much, he will become a prey.
"Beauty trick?" Yi Dazhuang was even more shocked, "You?!"