I got into a police car with few people and sat in the back seat as if I were still alive.

"Captain Li."

In the passenger seat, the young police officer spoke hoarsely.

"Didn't we all issue a public notice that the girl didn't abuse the cat? Why are those people online still..."

His eyes were slightly red, and the hand on his lap clenched into a fist.

Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but pause. At this point, there are still people feeling sad for me?

I thought I had long become an unforgivable villain.

The middle-aged officer known as Captain Li sighed, his eyes heavy, a deep scar engraved on his forehead.

"Perhaps initially, the person who posted the photos and videos online did so for the sake of justice, but as more and more people got involved, this matter has long since turned into online violence."

"But," the young officer's tone became urgent, "it's a human life! Don't they really care?"

Captain Li remained silent, and the atmosphere in the car became more oppressive.

After a moment, he rolled down the window, letting the biting cold wind outside howl into the car.

I "sat" in the back seat, legs bent, chin resting on my knees, watching the scenery outside rapidly receding.

A human life?

Ha, if they really cared, they wouldn't have encouraged me when I said I posted on my social media that I wanted to commit suicide.