A cold blade pressed against Yao Jingjing's slender neck. The driver covered Yao Jingjing's mouth with one hand, gripping the knife handle with the other. His vampire-like red eyes glared at Yao Jingjing, and he hissed hoarsely, "Be a good girl and let me have my way! Or I'll kill you!"
Yao Jingjing was almost in despair!
She screamed for help, but received no response in the desolate wilderness at night; her weeping and begging for mercy not only failed to elicit any sympathy, but also aroused the thugs' bestiality.
But Yao Jingjing never gave up the fight. Even when faced with a life-threatening situation, she used her last bit of strength to protect her body from being violated.
Just when she was in despair, her phone, which had fallen onto the grass not far away, suddenly vibrated, rekindling her hope. She remembered that Qingmu had always shared his location with her.
He must have realized I was in the wrong place and was calling me, right? If I don't answer, he'll figure out what's going on and call the police for me, or maybe he'll come himself to see what happened?
Although Yao Jingjing saw a glimmer of hope, her despair deepened as she was forced to confront a difficult choice: submit to the assailants to save her life, or fight back and risk her life?
If there were no hope at all, she would definitely fight to the death. But once there is hope for life, the situation becomes much more complex, making it much more difficult to make an accurate choice, and requiring analysis of more conditions.
The internal struggle was complex, yet Yao Jingjing made her decision in a very short time—a second, or perhaps even less.
We must continue the fight!
If he truly cares about me so much that he came to save me, how could I let him save my broken and filthy body?
This single thought sustained Yao Jingjing. Her belief allowed her to preserve her chastity, but it also enraged the vicious thug before her.
Enraged, the driver raised the knife. "You little bitch, you're pretty strong! You forced me to do this! If you don't let me have my way, I'll kill you! Even if you're dead, I can still have my way!"
The knife was pointed at Yao Jingjing's neck. The driver looked completely insane, his face contorted like a drooling mad dog.
Death was so close! Yao Jingjing thought she was going to die.
" Teacher Qingmu, Aoki-sensei!" she whispered to herself, glancing at her still-vibrating phone out of the corner of her eye.
Just then, a bright light shone, and a roaring engine roared as an SUV sped up the hillside, into the grove of trees, crushing many low bushes and branches. With a screeching sound of brakes, it came to an abrupt stop in front of them.
The driver, who was holding a knife, was blinded by the headlights of the SUV and hadn't even had time to react when he saw the car suddenly stop, the door open, and a figure fly out and grab his wrist holding the knife.
He heard a cracking sound, followed by a piercing pain in his wrist. However, before he could even cry out, the man threw him flying.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness triggered an urge to urinate. He saw the sky suddenly become very close, with stars hanging above like light bulbs. He flew into the sky, smashing many stars. Then he saw a huge black hole, the boundless darkness sucking in all the surrounding light and everything else. He struggled desperately, trying to escape the black hole.
The fear of death intensified his urge to urinate; his heart leaped out of his throat and into his mouth, pounding so hard it seemed about to burst out. He forced his heart back down, causing him to gag.
Just as he felt he was about to be sucked into the abyss of death by the black hole, a hand grabbed him.
He saw two enormous stars, bursting with intense light. In the bright light was a figure, but he couldn't make out the face; he could only see the figure's messy hair and the wind-blown overcoat.
"Help me!" he pleaded.
"I can't save you," the man said. "That's a black hole of evil; you can't escape it because you carry the weapon of evil within you."
The driver threw the knife away, shouting, "I threw it away! I threw it away!"
"No, this isn't the weapon you're using to commit a crime."
"What else?"
The black hole's power was growing stronger and stronger; he felt his body being twisted and stretched under its pull.
"Think carefully, what crime were you planning to commit?"
"What? What do I use?" the driver repeated frantically, then suddenly felt another urge to urinate, surging in his lower abdomen. "I know! I remember!"
He picked up the knife again and then cut into his crotch.
No pain! No feeling at all! Except that the power of the black hole behind me was gradually decreasing.
"That's right, that's it," the man said.
"Is that it? Yes, that's it!" he said, continuing to slice with each cut, the power of the black hole behind him diminishing with each slice.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt the black hole had disappeared. Brilliant stars reappeared before his eyes, and the feeling of weightlessness returned. However, this time, instead of the urge to urinate, he felt intense pain.
"Ah--" he yelled, then fell to the ground with a thud.
Qingmu pulled Yao Jingjing up from the ground, embraced her trembling body, pressed her head against his shoulder, letting her cry while preventing her from seeing the bloody scene.
The driver's groin was a bloody mess. He screamed, "It hurts—"
Qingmu said to him, "Black holes attract your sins, Milky Way washes away your pain. Go, jump into the Milky Way, and you will no longer feel pain."
The driver struggled to his feet, still clutching his knife tightly, as if afraid the evil hadn't been completely eradicated and ready to deliver the final blow at any moment. He stumbled forward, startling the fireflies in the woods.
The fireflies flew ahead, and he followed behind.
Together they emerged from the woods and crossed the hillside. There stood a high bridge over a deep ravine, beneath which the water rushed and roared in the still night.
Only then did Qingmu turn Yao Jingjing around, watching the distraught driver jump off the bridge.
Sobbing, Yao Jingjing leaned closer to Qingmu again, resting her head on his shoulder. The previous struggle had exhausted all her strength, and now she felt as limp as if all the bones in her body had been removed. Fear and despair turned into grievance at this moment, all of which poured out with her tears and seeped into Qingmu's clothes.
Qingmu let her cry for a while before helping her into the car, saying, "I'll take you to the station."
The car drove away, and the night in the woods returned to its tranquility and peace.
Moonlight spilled across the hillside, casting sparse tree shadows. Crickets sang freely in the grass, and fireflies danced merrily among the bushes. All the tension, danger, and evil that had once occurred melted away in the tranquility of the world, leaving not a trace. Even the bloodstains left on the ground merely served as fertilizer for the wild grasses and insects.