The husband fell off a bridge and died, and the police classified it as an "accident."
When sorting out the belongings, I found a piece of red chalk - he never brought chalk to the wine shop.
Vice-Principal Zhang patted me on the shoulder: "Sorry, don't make a big deal and affect the reputation of the school."
But he didn't know, I saw:
• 12 minutes of calls remotely deleted from husband's phone
• Junior high school girl Xiao Yu's evasive eyes and torn school uniform
• The "study fund" on the ledger flows to the room number of the hotel
The surveillance on the bridge was finally restored: he was forced to the guardrail by two people.
The person who pushed him down was the vice-principal who spoke on the flag-raising platform every day.
I installed a bug and lurked into their "Teacher's Home".
In the recording, they allocate the "next spot" with a smile.
The list is filled with the names of underage girls.
"What kind of waves can a music teacher make?"
I live-streamed the confrontation and they threw acid at me.
I reveal the evidence and they make me "psychotic".
Reporter Xu Lang held my bleeding back and said, "Forget it."
I looked at my husband's portrait: "The bridge is 18 meters high. When he fell, did it matter?"
From a piece of chalk to 37 letters of report.
From the death of a teacher to the collapse of the entire county education system.
When the court pronounced the verdict, Zhang Jianguo screamed: "You ruined everything!"
I held up my husband's lesson plan:
"I just opened the pages of your hidden sins."
Click to read and see how she uses her gentle hands to tear away the deepest darkness.
