365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Thinking back, it was really destined. The case of Xiaomei was the first case investigated since Superman was in charge of the Sophora japonica project. As a result, it went round and round, with eighteen bends on the mountain road in the middle, and then back again. To the starting point.

However, the re-examination of the old case does not mean that it will "repeat the same mistakes". Although no one was found for the first time, it is now different from the past. Chu Yu has changed from Chu Xiaobai to Chu Youtiao. After all the battles, she has obtained enough information from the Public Security Bureau, from Xia Yihan, and through her own investigations to determine that Wang Tong and Xiaomei’s Death is related, it's just a matter of direct or indirect relationship.

Muyu listened to her suggestion and raised questions: "Although we were busy with the Sophora japonica project before, the investigations in Xiaomei's case are covered. For example, I asked Wang Tong about the words, consulted the police investigating at the school at the time, and visited and asked. With Xiaomei’s teachers and classmates, I have invested a lot of time and energy. Is there a new entry point now?"

"I want to start directly from Wang Tong. The information obtained from previous investigations is not all useless. It can be a tool for us to'extract a confession' this time."

Song Qingyang: "Are you going to catch her to force a confession?"

Chu Yu nodded.

Muyu stayed awake and interjected: "Wait, I remember in the villa, you and Xiao Huaihua talked about Wang Tong. Xiao Huaihua said at the time that Xiaomei was under a little mental pressure, so she went to Wang Tong for help. In order to cheer her up, Wang Tong asked her to speak on stage. Although the teacher’s method is a bit weird, I don’t see any problems."

Chu Yu didn't deny it. She felt strange when she heard Xia Yihan say this. However, when she asked later, Xia Xiaohua changed the topic and never went back again. It is still an unsolved mystery.

Now it seems that Wang Tong is really a special existence. If she is okay, Xia Yihan will not report her by posting a note. If there is a problem, according to Xia Yihan's temperament, why hasn't she been troubled so far?

However, based on the previous motives of carving the locust flower, Chu Yu had a speculation-when Xia Yihan put the knife in the family of the deceased, it was just right, not only repaying Mu Shangqing's knife, but also not killing him, because one of the five people did not stabbed Mu Shangqing. , She wasn't sure who it was, so she didn't do anything cruel.

Then Wang Tong's situation may be similar. Xia Yihan wrote a card and told the police: The deceased had been to Teacher Wang's office in the afternoon of his death.

Maybe she knew that Wang Tong had a problem, but she wasn't sure if she did anything that afternoon, so she couldn't be sure whether she was directly responsible for Xiaomei's death.

In Chu Yu's mind, Xia Yihan's ability to obtain information is first-rate. When fighting her wits and courage, several times were carried on the information asymmetry-she did not know Xia Yihan's information, but Xia Yihan knew her movements well.

Therefore, if even Xia Yihan is still unsure of the truth of Xiaomei's death, at least it means that it is not very reliable to investigate from the outside, and he has to hit the key and take the suspect.

"In any case, it is probably only Wang Tong who knows the matter now, and she is the only suspect now. We can only take a gamble."

With that said, Chu Yu put on a dark green windbreaker and raised his collar. He tied his hair with a hair rope and pulled a big ball. Looking at it this way, there is really a fascinating atmosphere of the head of the mysterious organization. Wear a pair of sunglasses and put a cigarette between your index finger and middle finger.

"Do you want to bring an iron rod?" Song Qingyang rubbed his hands excitedly, "Do you want to bring an electric shock rod?"

Chu Yu glanced back at her, "No, it's enough to bring you."

Returning to Suxun Primary School, Chu Yu went straight to the principal’s office and explained his intentions. He asked to see Teacher Wang Tong. The principal was a little confused. They had only been here two months ago. Now they come again. His face is not good. The police always come to ask questions. , I am afraid that the impact on the school is not very good.

Chu Yu no longer was as polite as last time, and immediately showed a tough attitude, saying that it was not a questioning, but a summons.

The principal turned pale when he heard it, and hurriedly called Wang Tong.

When Wang Tong arrived, he was also flustered. He saw Chu Yu and said politely: "Police officer, I remember we only talked about it not long ago. Do you have any questions about what I said at the time?"

Chu Yu's face was stern, no professional smirk, and no answer to her question, "Go to the interrogation room and talk about it."

With that, she winked at Song Qingyang, and Song Qingyang immediately signaled Wang Tong to follow her.

Wang Tong also wanted to bargain, "Police officer, or just stay in the office. If you have any questions, I will explain everything clearly this time."

Song Qingyang stood in front of her solemnly and took out a mace solemnly: "If you don't cooperate, then we can only use compulsory summons."

As she said, she took out the handcuffs from behind and made a gesture to put them on her.

Wang Tong stepped back and couldn't help turning his hands behind him: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Sitting in the SUV, Song Qingyang wanted to put on her a headgear. Wang Tong couldn't help but look around, "Why do you wear a headgear? Why are you not driving a police car or wearing a police uniform?"

Chu Yu glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled evilly, "Why, do you want the entire school and the entire street to know that you are a suspect?"

Wang Tong was speechless and looked at the headgear. This is also a kind of protection for her portrait and privacy. If she is seen by the security guard when she leaves the school gate, she feels shameless.

"Excuse me, can I look at the police officer's card and the summons card again?"

Song Qingyang took out the two certificates and held them in front of her eyes. Wang Tong saw it clearly, and had to gritted his teeth and put on the headgear.

But as soon as the headgear was on her head, she whispered in her heart. Generally, she kept her secret, and her eyes should always be exposed. But for this, she put a sack on her head, and her eyes were completely dark.

She felt the movement of the vehicle. After more than ten minutes, she got out of the car, went upstairs, entered the room and closed the door.

The headgear was finally taken off, but as soon as it was taken off, there was a dazzling light, and she turned her head to the side for a long time before she was able to open her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it was another stimulus. Chu Yu folded his hands and sat on the opposite side.

She supported the frame of the mirror and scanned the surroundings with longan-like eyes, and found that the interrogation room was dark and tight. Fortunately, there was no torture instrument on the wall, otherwise it really looked like a torture room.

Just now when Chu Yu and Song Qingyang went to catch people, Muyu and Fang Datuo chose a room on the third floor, closed the windows tightly so that no light could leak in, and put a lamp on the square table with the brightness adjusted to The biggest, you can shoot the other person's eyes directly, creating a persecuting atmosphere of "if you don't tell the truth, you will blind your eyes."

There is also an interrogation chair in the room, which hasn't been used for a long time. Fang Datuo also wiped it off purposely to save Teacher Wang from sitting down.

Now in the "temporary" interrogation room, if there is an atmosphere and aura, Chu Yu is confident that he can break through the opponent's psychological defense.

If the other party has a ghost in his heart, it is easy to be bluffed, even if he does not tell the truth, he will speak out the loopholes.

Wang Tong was still polite outside, and now under high pressure, he couldn't laugh anymore, waiting for the police to question him.

"On October 20th, I asked you what you said you didn't know why Xia Yihan drowned accidentally."

Wang Tong blinked, "You said it was an accident. Since it was an accident, how would I know how it happened?"

"I also asked you, after Xia Yihan's death, if any of your classmates suddenly disappeared or dropped out of school, you also said that you didn't know."

"I really don't know this."

Chu Yu put his hand on the table, physically narrowing the distance between the two of them, increasing the sense of persecution, "Then I ask you now, I really don't know a child named Mu Han."

Under the strong light, Wang Tong's pupils still widened, and he was frightened, staring at Chu Yu in a daze, without saying a word for a long time.

Chu Yu's face was also immersed in the light, glowing white, because he pressed his lips tightly, and the entire chin was clearly curved, completely inhumane.

"Looking at your reaction, you should know each other, then do you know that Mu Han and Xia Yihan are good friends?"

Wang Tong shook his head subconsciously, "Impossible, Mu Han is withdrawn and very stubborn. How could she have friends?"

"Excuse me, this time the testimony is provided by Mu Han. Mu Han knows what you have done to Xia Yihan. You are an example of others. In the face of over-stressed students, not only did you not provide help, but also added fuel to the fire, which directly caused Xia Yihan to commit suicide. !"

Wang Tong was shocked, and even shaking his head, his voice overwhelmed Chu Yu, "I didn't, I didn't--"

Chu Yu opened the transcript at his hand, pushed it to her eyes, and pointed to the corresponding testimony record: "You take a good look, look into the child's eyes, and then answer whether you are responsible!"

With that said, Chu Yu snapped photos of Mu Han and Xia Yihan to the table. Two photos, two young student faces, both eyes wide open at the moment, staring at Wang Tong in front of them.

Wang Tong took a breath of air-conditioning. There was no air conditioner in the room. She could not stop trembling, and even the strands of hair trembled. She wanted to quickly think about how to answer, but Chu Yu’s words were like a slingshot shooting beads. Continuously fired to her ears.

"Forcing others to commit suicide is suspected of intentional homicide. You have to bear criminal responsibility as well as civil liability. At that time, Mu Han transferred to another school. Do you think this incident was over..."

"I didn't force her to commit suicide, I didn't—" Wang Tong couldn't think about it and blurted out. "She told me first that she was under pressure. I knew that she hadn't kept her grades, so she wanted to give her more opportunities to perform. After giving a speech under the national flag, not only did she fail to grow, she became more and more slack, so I talked to her, and she told me that she was a little depressed, but I was also a person who had taken the teacher’s qualification certificate and knew what depression was. She usually talks and laughs with her classmates, and she doesn't look depressed at all. I want her to call her parents and communicate with her parents."

Chu Yu was also surprised, but kept the surface unmoved and continued to pressure: "She told you that she was depressed. What did you say, don't you remember it!"

Facing the opposing party's mighty aura, Wang Tong couldn't help shrinking back. If the interrogation chair could be moved, she would definitely stick to the wall.

"I... I said... I told her not to pretend to be sick, and don't use depression as an excuse. Her... is not depression at all."

Chu Yu's eyebrows were lowered, and the corners of his mouth were wide when he spoke, making the pronunciation of every word emphasized.

"What about after May 21? Xia Yihan committed suicide by jumping into the river. Do you still think she is pretending to be sick?"

Suddenly, Wang Tong couldn't breathe. She suffocated her chest, feeling like she was going to pass immediately, but her vision became very clear. She looked at Xia Yihan's face on the table, with clear eyes, like that summer. The look she looked at when she begged.

Five years ago, May 21st, Wednesday, the second afternoon class, physical education.

Classmates of the second class of the sixth grade are free to move around on the playground, but Xiaomei was called to the head teacher's office.

The office is very quiet. The other teachers have all gone to class, but Wang Tong sat to change his homework, and the fan above his head blew loudly.

Soon, Xiaomei stood in front of her, her expression was not very good, her eyes looked at the workbook from time to time.

Wang Tong put the workbook in front of her, and pointed with a red pen, "You made ten wrong dictations this time. There are twenty in total. If you score, you will be inferior."

Xiaomei babbled a few times, but she still admitted her mistake generously, "I'm sorry, teacher, I will be more careful next time."

Wang Tong covered the red pen and turned to face her, "How many times have you done this? You are a life committee member in your class, and you should also take the lead in your studies. Why haven't you been thinking about studying lately?"

"Sorry teacher, I'm not doing well recently..."

"Not in good condition? I think you are in good spirits after class, and you still talk to your classmates. Others are busy comforting others after a bad exam. You should comfort yourself! You say you are not in good condition, it's all over. How long has it been? You said you were unhappy in the first two weeks. I didn’t give you a chance to speak in front of the whole school under the national flag, and let you and the monitor take turns observing discipline, so that you have the opportunity to perform, but why don’t you make progress? , On the contrary, you are becoming more and more unsatisfied? This will soon be a minor promotion. You are afraid that your grades will not be able to go straight to this school!"

Seeing that she stopped speaking, Wang Tong said in a sulky voice: "You said that your parents have high expectations of you, and hope that you will go straight to this school and get a scholarship. Now it is a question of whether you can stay in this school or not. At that time, you will be divided according to your household registration. You have to go to the experimental middle school. The level of education there is not as good as ours! I have talked to your parents about this before. At that time, seeing your hard work and motivation, I also assured them that you will have no problem upgrading to this school. But now... I have to talk to your parents."

"Teacher," Xiaomei, who had been listening to her, suddenly interjected, "I seem to be a little depressed."

Wang Tong opened his eyes wide, and through the thick lenses, Xiaomei's face in her eyes was striking, and her eyes were crystal clear.

"Puff--" Wang Tong laughed, "You are depressed, how old are you, do you know what depression is?"

Xiaomei looked at her and saw that she took good care of herself. She instinctively believed her and opened her heart: "I searched the Internet. I think I might be really depressed. I haven't slept before twelve o'clock in a long time. I asked a friend of mine and she asked me to have a good rest..."

"A friend of you? What grade? Is it possible that she also has depression and doesn't want to study anymore?"

Xiaomei suddenly stopped talking.

Wang Tong smiled, and became serious again after the laugh, and his eyes wandered around Xiaomei's body, but there was no sign of depression at all.

"Little children, don't pretend to be sick. How about depression? Do you want to make people sympathize? You will ask the parents to come to school tomorrow, and I will have a good talk with them."

Xiaomei was a little panicked, and the light of water flickered in her eyes, "Teacher, please don't ask the parents."

"You are in this state, and you don't want to make progress, I said you, you still pretend to be sick, you must let your parents come!"

"Teacher, my parents cannot know that I have depression..."

Wang Tong lost patience, and she waved her hand, "You are depressed, so you should let your parents take you home and take a good treatment. Anyway, let your father or mother not tomorrow. If they don’t come, you don’t have to. Come to school!"

Xiaomei looked at her, her eyes became clearer with tears. She stood in the office for a long time. Wang Tong changed her homework on her own and stopped taking care of her. In the office, only the electric fan and the red pen were drawn across the paper. sound.

Approaching the end of get out of class, Xiaomei raised her hand, wiped her eyes, turned and walked out of the office door.