Supernatural, I Was Broadcast Live In The Mental Hospital

These were all made by him alone.

Without him, all the truth would be buried.

"Since I have chosen to be a reporter, I should seek truth and help! I am unwilling to do such greasy things as false and unreasonable!"

Shi Jian looked at the phone on the table that he kept thinking about.

That was a call from the leader.

He did not answer!

In fact, he is ready to resign.

For justice, for facts, for the conscience of the heart.

What is resignation?

He knew it was the people above who forced his boss to delete the photo.

"The person above? It should be a certain family, right?"

"Or to cover up the vested interests of the Red House Mental Hospital!"

"Even those families can't do anything with me! It's a society under the rule of law! Everything is patrolled to help me decide!"

Shi Jian thought so.

He feels proud of himself.

Feel proud of your justice!

I thought in my heart, when to go to the Red House Mental Hospital to take a sneak shot of the scene inside!

However, it doesn't work now. Now they have added a lot of security.

I can't get in for the time being!

...

Just when Shi Jian was thinking about this.

A knock on the door.

Shi Jian is quite annoying.

Because!

It must be his mother again.

Like the leader, his mother was afraid of accidents.

"Mom, don't knock on the door, I won't delete the photos! What a big deal, if you resign, can you still get involved?"

"Really, why are you so afraid of things, this is like you are afraid of this and that, can this world be alright?"

"Do you know what justice is? Do you know what conscience is? Mom, I'm a reporter! A reporter!!"

Shi Jian was still shouting.

However, he found something was wrong.

His mother is a violent person.

If he dares to bluff to his mother.

Mom will not be polite.

But now.

The voice was very weak.

"Run...run...run...run..."

Extremely weak voice.

"What's the matter?" Shi Jian panicked.

He vaguely felt that something bad had happened.

"Is really a kind mother, who has been so badly injured, can she still let her son run?... He can't run away!"

Shi Jian: "..."

He has only his parents in his family, as well as himself and his sister.

I have never heard this man's voice.

He opened the door like crazy.

See a cruel picture.

The father was tied to the pillar, angered like a gossamer.

Mother is also full of scars...

Still staring at her.

Shi Jian is going crazy.

He was still thinking about it.

The people above can only dismiss him anyway.

Can't do anything to him.

But now, his mother and father are dying.

The man in black in front of him looked at him with interest.

"Major reporter, I want to hear what you think now."

A man in black sat directly on his mother's back.

Looking at him with a smile.

Shi Jian: "..."

He has no reason to think now.

His mother was made as a stool.

…

He wanted to rush over like crazy.

Want to smash this black man into pieces.

Zheng Tao, the man in black: "The little bug still wants to resist. It's really funny."

He clapped his hands.

The stone sword that looked like a mad dog was controlled.

"Kneel down." Zheng Tao said.

With a click, the sound of broken bones.

Shi Jian knelt on the ground.

What Zheng Tao held in his hand was Shi Jian's mother's long hair.

"Just tell me, what do you think now? Big reporter, if I don't say anything, I don't know what I want to do!"

Zheng Tao narrowed his face with a smile.

Shi Jian shuddered.

now.

All his pride.

All justice.

All conscience.

Seems to be trampled in the muddy soil.

Not worth mentioning.

Shi Jian: "I was wrong..."

Zheng Tao: "Speak louder, I can't hear it."

His hands spread to his ears.

Shi Jian: "I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Zheng Tao: "What's wrong? Tell me!"

"I shouldn't send the photos, I shouldn't, I shouldn't!"

Zheng Tao was a little disappointed.

It was really easy for him to solve it.

It's a young man with passion.

The fragile heart is really vulnerable.

"Justice, there are few gestures, but it is difficult to write. At least you can't write it, and you can't write it!" Zheng Tao got up from the stool.

Then.

A table was set up.

Pull out the bench.

"Come on, I'll record it for you, and say what you want to say now, and I will post what you say on the Internet to quell this damned storm!"

Zheng Tao said.

Talking and talking.

His tone began to rush.

"What's so special, it's because of you, shit-eating kid, Laozi was still sleeping in bed, so it's because of you, Laozi has to do it, and you have to see blood! The grass! It's all because of you! The grass!"

Although Zheng Tao didn't do it.

But Shi Jian was already terrified.

He sat on the bench shivering.

Facing the camera.

Zheng Tao's words kept thinking back in his heart.

"Justice is a few gestures, but it's hard to write. At least you can't write it! You can't write it either!"

...

"Laughing at the camera, what did you do, your mother is still alive? Is she crying in funeral?" Zheng Tao shouted. .

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