"I'm talking to you!" Shi Gang slapped the table. Kong Yan raised her head and looked into Shi Gang's eyes. The corners of Shi Gang's mouth were a little crooked, as if he was smiling, or waiting for a good show. There were two police officers standing behind him. One was leaning against the wall, checking his cell phone, and the other was secretly yawning. "Don't speak?"
Shi Gang pushed the phone in front of Kong Yan, "Look at this." There was a video on the screen of the phone. All the teachers and students in the school held banners - severely punish the murderer Kong Yan! The words on the banner were crooked, as if they were written casually. But the expressions on those faces were clear—anger, disgust, schadenfreude.
"This disgusting thing should be shot!" "I told you something was wrong with him a long time ago. He usually doesn't like to talk. He turns out to be a pervert." "Imagine that we were in the same class with him for three years. It's so disgusting." In the video, the voices of his classmates were noisy. There is one face that is particularly clear to me - Li Hao, who usually sits in the last row and always takes Kong Yan's papers in exams. Now he was standing in the front row, shouting the loudest.
