just chit chat. In this drama, I started watching the first episode, and started thinking about it in the second episode. The third episode has many emotions, so I will record it here. At this point in the plot, there is no clear "murderer", but in that small town, except for this family, they have already "chosen" a murderer in their hearts. Do they have any evidence? no. But why did they "believe" Jacob was the murderer? Because, they heard. The classmates heard that Jacob has a knife. Former partners "rumoured" to each other that Jacob and Ben (the deceased) had a bad relationship. The school said police took Jacob away for questioning. The media said that Jacob was taken away by police and that he was suspected. Police said Jacob's fingerprints were found on the deceased's jacket, but no other conclusions could be made at this time. So, in a small town, the neighbors all "knew" that Jacob, killed Ben. Wait, how do you "know"? The classmate texted that it was Jacob who killed Ben because he had a knife. Other students said that whoever said it was Jacob. (We are young and ignorant anyway, we are just following the trend.) The media said that he was suspected because the police said he was suspected. (Our media is very fair, we didn't report fake news, we didn't say he was a murderer, see clearly, we just said, there is suspicion.) Just talk, just talk. No one is wrong, they just talk, no one is wrong, they just talk about their "heard" and their "view" of what they heard. They may also have a phrase hidden in their hearts, which is called in Chinese, "The body is not afraid of the shadow." Yes, that's right, if you didn't do anything wrong, then you are "not afraid of shadows", are you still afraid of us saying a few words? I sincerely hope that those who tell others the phrase "being upright is not afraid of a slanted shadow" will be painless to others, and let others not be afraid, let others not mind what they say, and those who don't care about what they say will never meet in their lifetime. to the opportunity to be spoken. Consider it a Mercy, because of this, they won't understand what it's like to stand in the center of public opinion. How does it feel? No one will listen to your explanation. They have already buried a conclusion in their hearts that take "heard" as a fact. They will not think that they are wrong. At this time, your explanation is a cover-up, a sophistry, and you Bad attitude and unrepentant. This will only "verify" the truth of the conclusion in their hearts. Even if there is a result in the end, even if the final evidence proves that the result has nothing to do with you, what can it be? Do they believe it? Is there any insider behind the scenes? Is there something wrong with the Public Prosecution Law? Another "bribery" hat falls from the sky in minutes. What if they believed it? Okay, congratulations, Zhaoxue, ah, what, I said something before, I didn't say anything, what I said is what I heard, freedom of speech, not to mention I didn't say anything, I Did you say you were the murderer, I didn't. Even if some of them apologized, so what! The embarrassment of your life these days, the indifference, criticism, and even insults you and your family have suffered, the wounds cut in your heart can be wiped out with a few apologies? Just a little comfort, not enough to heal the pain, because the pain is hard to measure. "The body is not afraid of the shadow", at most, when we are being gossip, we tell ourselves "be strong" a sentence similar to "come on". Gossip and gossip are for the sake of the knife, and the knife and the knife are all hearts; the gossip and gossip are guns without the smell of gunpowder. The sound of the bombardment is blocked by the sound of tears, and the hidden ones are all blood dripping from the heart. smell. Kindness, perhaps it is simple, say a few words less. I wish I could do it. Heart; broken words and gossip are guns without the smell of gunpowder. The sound of the bombardment is blocked by the sound of tears, and what is hidden is the taste of blood dripping from the heart. Kindness, perhaps it is simple, say a few words less. I wish I could do it. Heart; broken words and gossip are guns without the smell of gunpowder. The sound of the bombardment is blocked by the sound of tears, and what is hidden is the taste of blood dripping from the heart. Kindness, perhaps it is simple, say a few words less. I wish I could do it.
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