C64

"Bang!" The door of the small room was violently pushed open by a force, and a tsunami rushed in screaming with a flushed face. At this moment, the silhouette was still doing whatever it wanted to Lin Yue.

"You demon, let go of her!" At this moment, the surging fury and pity for Lin Yue had completely suppressed his cowardly nature. He rushed forward, extended his hand and grabbed the black shadow's shoulder, before forcefully pulling it away. The black shadow did not expect that someone would suddenly appear in the middle to stop it. The shadow froze for a moment, and in that instant, it was pulled aside by the tsunami. It raised its head, but the tsunami only felt a formless gaze that seemed to be sweeping over it.

"It's you …" A deep voice echoed out. It was the voice of the shadow. There was a bit of surprise in the voice as if it didn't expect that the person who stopped it was its master!

"You bastard!" Tsunami swung his fist angrily, but the shadow sidestepped and cleverly dodged. Then, it stretched out one leg and kicked heavily onto Tsunami's stomach.

A dull thud, and an unbearable pain shot from the belly of the tsunami into the central nervous system of his brain. Damn, this shadow looked like it had not solidified yet. I didn't expect its strength to be so great, its attacks are really ruthless! Tsunami grimaced and rubbed his stomach, and the shadow took the opportunity to pounce. For a moment, the battle between the tsunami and the black shadow …

After ten minutes of intense battle, the tsunami finally overcame the pitch-black shadow that had no facial features. As if dead, the shadow collapsed limply at his feet, its coiled body rapidly shriveling until it became a flat gray surface.

The tsunami was stunned once again: Damn shadow, it turned into a normal shadow again! Damn it! Why did it leave his body and do such a crazy thing to Lin Yue? Why did it change back to its original form after he had subdued it?

However, the tsunami did not have time and mind to pursue these matters. Lin Yue lay motionless on the ground. Her body was red and swollen, and there was a frightening bruise on her neck. Her eyes were tightly closed, and there were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes – it was unknown if she was too agitated or if her neck had been stuck too tightly, causing her to faint!

No one could bear to watch such a tragic scene unfold in front of their eyes! Lin Yue, you have to hold on, you can't let anything happen to you!

Tsunami hurriedly took off his clothes to cover Lin Yue's body, then took out his phone to call the police.

For Tsunami, this was the most subversive day of his life — before, he was timid, introverted, and because he was not good at communicating with women, he had never had a girlfriend at the age of 28. Today, however, he had finally overcome his cowardice of being a "hero who saved the beauty". He even began to imagine: After Lin Yue woke up, if she found out that he had saved her from a crisis, would she shed tears of gratitude and even develop feelings for this' hero 'of hers …

However, the world made a fool of him. Nothing had gone the way of the tsunami; on the contrary, this time, the "hero saving the beauty" had pushed him into a dark and strange abyss …

Three days later, the tsunami was "invited" into the police station by two policemen.

Why did the police want to arrest me? I didn't do anything wrong. I did something good. At this moment, a police officer walked into a room with a woman dressed in white.

That woman was Lin Yue, whose face was still pale. When she saw Lin Yue, she was both shocked and distressed. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Yue's hysterical roar interrupted him. "Yes, that's him!"

Lin Yue pointed her trembling index finger at the confused tsunami. "It's him who raped me, it's him …"

Lin Yue's complaint turned into miserable and furious crying, while Tsunami pointed at himself, his mouth agape: "No, no, Lin Yue, what did you say? "It wasn't me who molested you, it was my shadow —"

"It's you!" Lin Yue didn't expect the tsunami to deny her, she angrily shouted again, "I won't admit it wrong, you bastard, you and I are still colleagues in the same department, I didn't expect you to have evil intentions, you followed me home, and, you still …"

"It really wasn't me!" Tsunami wanted to cry, but no wonder. Except for a few differences, the shadow did look exactly like him. Furthermore, the shadow had grabbed Lin Yue's neck from behind, causing her to faint without being able to clearly see its appearance. Then Shadow took the opportunity to rape her. In times of crisis, people's judgment would always be erroneous. It wasn't strange that Lin Yue considered the perpetrator to be herself. He didn't blame her. Tsunami, who knew a little about the law, believed that the law would help him turn things around!

"Mr. Tsunami, you have the right to remain silent." Looking at the tsunami with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to say, a police officer sternly said, "The law will never wrongly accuse any good person, nor will it let any bad person off!"

"What do you mean?" Tsunami was somewhat baffled, "Do you mean, I am a bad guy?"

"Look at this!" The policeman handed him a fresh document. "Here are two comparative tests — one on the victim's neck, the other on the perpetrator's semen — and we are sure that the fingerprints and semen are yours!"

Looking at the cold data on the checklist and comparing them, Tsunami was dumbfounded: When and how did the police get their DNA samples? No, that was not important. What was important was the final result of the test! Heavens, the person who raped Lin Yue was clearly a shadow? How could this be? Could it be that Shadow had the same genes as him? So their fingerprints and semen are the same?

"Mr. Tsunami, what else do you have to say? All the evidence suggests that you were the one who did it! "

A pair of cold handcuffs locked onto Tsunami's arm. Looking at the teary Lin Yue and the stern police officer, Tsunami was completely stupefied. It wasn't until the moment he was brought to the detention cell that this man who wasn't good with words finally realized what had happened and shouted that he had been wrongly accused. But in the face of the victim's indignant identification and ironclad evidence, his claims of injustice were so powerless, so futile.