"Additionally, the deceasedâs name is Xia Yuan. His family... theyâre unwilling to accept mediation and just caused a scene. Remember to be careful and avoid any conflict." After these brief instructions, Shen Dao hung up the phone.
Qin Mu frowned upon hearing this.
The relevant authorities had already determined there would be no criminal charges in this case. But the family... that was an ongoing issue. Their loved one had died, and it was natural they couldnât accept it immediately. He could sympathize; it would all come down to the upcoming civil compensation negotiations.
ăMeanwhile.ă
In Jin City, in a certain residential complex.
"No way!"
"We absolutely cannot let this go!"
"My son was killed because of them, and the police havenât arrested anyone involved. I wonât accept this!"
A middle-aged woman, her eyes red and swollen from crying, trembled with anger.
"My son was only twenty-seven years old!"
"If they hadnât chased him, how would my son have died like this?"
"Negotiate compensation? What good is compensation? And they dare tell me my son bore the primary responsibility, so the compensation is minimal?"
"Qingqing, you went to university, is there any way you can help seek justice for your brother? Your brother canât have died in vain..."
The middle-aged woman wept as she turned to her daughter, Xia Qingqing, beside her.
Her name was Yuan Cui Lian.
She was a local resident of Jin City.
After hearing the police report, she had cried all night.
But the next day...
The police said everyone involved had been released.
The three people who chased her son, the driver responsible for the accidentânot a single one of them was arrested!
They even urged her to be calm.
How could she possibly stay calm when something like this had happened?
Xia Qingqing also appeared very indignant. "I just looked online, and itâs full of praise for the other partyâs heroic actions, with very few people sympathizing with my brother."
She couldnât understand it at all.
She had tried to defend her brother in the comments sections of several news articles but was lambasted by netizens, who accused her of having warped values.
"I think these netizens might not know the truth. We should record a video detailing our grievances and post it across the entire internet, on every platform. Thatâs bound to get attention!"
After some thought, Xia Qingqing suggested to Yuan Cui Lian, "Also, as for those people who chased my brother, we can sue them in court!"
"We can pursue criminal charges against them and make them pay appropriate compensation!"
Yuan Cui Lian choked back a few sobs.
With a grief-stricken expression, she asked, "Can that... really work?"
Xia Qingqing nodded. "It should. This is the internet age; we need to make sure more people see the truth. My brother canât have just died in vain!"
She still believed that the people of Jin City didnât speak up for them only because they didnât know the truth. She hadnât once considered her own role in the situation.
Afterward, she picked up her phone and started recording the video.
As the video began, Yuan Cui Lian kept her head down, crying the entire time.
Her swollen eyes and haggard face would instantly evoke sympathy in any viewer.
Speaking as a grieving mother, she sorrowfully recounted the incident, describing the profound despair of a mother who had lost her son.
During editing, they even inserted childhood photos of Xia Yuan, all depicting him as sunny and bright.
"I donât know why my son would resort to robbery, but I believe my son definitely wouldnât do such a thing without a reason!"
"All I want now is for those who caused my sonâs death to pay the price!"
"Theyâre still at large, completely unscathed..."
Once the video was recorded, Xia Qingqing quickly uploaded it to various online platforms.
She also asked her friends to help share and disseminate it.
After doing all this, they went to find a lawyer, intending to sue the three people who had pursued Xia Yuan, as well as the driver responsible for the accident.
ăAt the nursing home.ă
After receiving Shen Daoâs call, Qin Mu was on guard against another uninvited visit.
Last time, Yang Minghui and her group had barged into the nursing home and all but pointed fingers at Mr. Li, berating him.
Thankfully, this time, the other party wasnât so irrational.
They didnât come to the nursing home.
But...
In the evening, he suddenly received a message from Qing Lan.
"Up, someone on Little Station made a video about your act of heroism. The other party is making accusations and says theyâre going to sue you!"
A video link was attached to the message.
Qin Mu frowned and clicked the link to open the video.
The video, posted on a certain popular site, had already garnered several hundred thousand views, and its viewership was climbing steadily.
The title of the video was extremely eye-catching:
"Four People Caused My Sonâs Death, Yet They Remain At LargeâI Demand Justice!"
When he played it, a woman identifying herself as the victimâs mother appeared on screen.
With swollen eyes and a gaunt appearance, she wept throughout. Then, voice choked with tears, she recounted the incident, leveling her accusations.
The video content didnât hide the facts of the incident. However, her words made it clear she utterly refused to believe her son would commit robbery.
She relentlessly demanded that the four individuals be held accountable, not even sparing Bai Xuelan, the victim of the robbery.
"I donât know why my son would resort to robbery, but I believe my son definitely wouldnât do such a thing without a reason!"
"All I want now is to get justice for my son..."
According to her logic, if Bai Xuelan hadnât screamed, her son wouldnât have fled, passersby wouldnât have given chase, and consequently, he wouldnât have been struck by the driver at that precise moment.
The video also interspersed clips recorded by netizens at the scene with Xia Yuanâs childhood photos, all calculated to evoke sympathy.
Seeing this, Qin Muâs expression darkened.