China's famous detective Jiangnan: There are ghosts on campus

Chapter 19 Doubtful (2)

"Then what do you think the murderer did?" Luo Shan asked a little depressed.

I took off my glasses, wiped my eyes and said, "I can't think of it yet."

"Forget it." Luo Shan pulled his hair and said, "For Huang Cong's case, what should we do next?"

"We..." Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly realized that Luo Shan had nothing to do with these cases, but was pulled down by me at the time. If there was no danger, Luo Shan might be a good partner , but this case is not as simple as I thought at the time, but full of dangers. I almost died because of this incident. If Luo Shan is allowed to proceed with me, he will also be put in danger , I have no reason to let Luo Shan take the risk with me because of my own affairs.

After thinking about it, if I asked him to quit directly, he would definitely not be able to accept it, and maybe it would be self-defeating, so I need to go around a bit.

"Luo Shan, the next thing we have to do is to wait." I picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Wait? What do you mean?" Luo Shan was a little puzzled.

"Now is an extraordinary period. The school is under the surveillance of the police. I believe that the murderer will definitely reveal clues under the pressure of the police to investigate. As long as he shows his feet, I believe that is the time for us to take action." I looked straight at said with him.

However, I was a little surprised that I, who had never lied to anyone before, had almost no adverse reactions to lying.

"Oh." Luo Shan looked at me suspiciously.

"By the way, what was the result of what I asked you to do last time on the phone?" I changed the subject.

"Oh, as you said, the policeman went to the vice principal's office." Luo Shan reacted, and then asked, "But, is this also related to the case?"

"Maybe." I frowned and whispered.

"Oh." Luo Shan suddenly called out, "There is class in the afternoon, the time is almost up, let's go."

Attend class?I froze for a moment, what happened in the past few days almost made me forget that I was a student.

The branches outside the window swayed in the wind and rain, making rustling sounds from time to time.Although it was cloudy in the morning, it was still only light wind and light rain. Who would have thought that it would rain heavily in the afternoon, which caught people off guard. The unpredictable weather was as unpredictable as the future of life.

"When did Zhang Yao return to school?" I stared at the back a few rows ahead and asked in a low voice, trying not to disturb the eloquent teacher above.

Perhaps because of the death of his roommate, Zhang Yao never brought up his interest, and occasionally saw his expression listless.

"Monday." Luo Shan thought for a while and said to me.

"Dorm 214 should still be sealed, so where will he live now when he comes back?" I asked again.

"I didn't notice that." Luo Shan said, "Why do you suddenly care about him?"

"Isn't he worth caring about now?" I asked rhetorically.

"That's right, anyone would be sad that such a thing happened to a good friend and a roommate. At this time, someone needs to care." Luo Shan looked at Zhang Yao in front of him and nodded, and then looked at Zhang Yao with strange eyes. Looking at me, "However, it seems that you are not the kind of person who cares about others."

"Did you bring an umbrella?" Looking at the heavy rain outside, as if he didn't hear the second part of what he said, he asked Luo Shan, "This rain is really heavy enough."

"Of course I brought it." Luo Shan put down the pen in his hand, "I brought it in the morning."

"Then lend it to me, I'll take Zhang Yao back later." I pointed to the drawer of Zhang Yao's desk, "He probably didn't bring an umbrella."

Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I understand, I'll give you the umbrella after class. However, you should pay attention to that he is a bit like you, he doesn't like to talk very much, he is quite a silent person. Ask His tone was a little softer."

I nodded slightly, and looked at Zhang Yao's back again.

How can there be introverted silence from the bottom of my heart if I haven't been hit hard by this world.

The one-hour class was over soon, and the sky was almost dark. The teacher said "Class is over", and the students immediately filed out.

"Jiangnan!" Just as I got up and wanted to go out with Zhang Yao, Zhang Xiaoqi came over for some reason.Luo Shan also looked at her curiously.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I packed my things.

"Well, I have something to ask you." Zhang Xiaoqi replied directly.

Putting the bag on her back, she took the umbrella from Luo Shan, stood up and said to Zhang Xiaoqi, "Next time, I have something to do now."

After speaking, I turned around and chased after Zhang Yao. "Jiangnan!" Zhang Xiaoqi's voice came from behind.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Yao was standing in front of the exit of the teaching building. It was pouring rain outside, and some people who forgot to bring their umbrellas were standing here, hoping that God would finish the rain soon.

I walked over slowly, Zhang Yao can be said to be Huang Cong's closest person in school, if there was anything wrong with Huang Cong before his death, Zhang Yao should understand.

"Zhang Yao!" When I was about to approach him, I greeted him in advance, trying to soften my facial expression.

"Jiangnan?" Zhang Yao turned around, looking at me a little surprised, "You don't seem to have come to class these days?"

"Well, I've been home for a few days."

Zhang Yao seemed to be thinner than the last time he saw him, but his beard, which had not been shaved, was cleanly shaved, and he looked energetic.

"You didn't bring an umbrella, so I'll see you off." I then said to Zhang Yao.

"Then thank you, just send me to the South District." Zhang Yao hesitated for a while, but finally agreed.

Holding an umbrella, Zhang Yao and I walked slowly in the campus covered by heavy rain. There was thunder from time to time, and I was thinking about how to speak.

"I was really sorry that day." Breaking the silent silence, I said to him.

"What?" Zhang Yao paused, and then said, "It doesn't matter, after all, when we first came into contact with that scene, our emotions would inevitably be out of control."

"It's just a pity, Huang Cong is still so young." I pretended to be emotional, "Why do you think Huang Cong did that? He is at such a good age and has a bright future. Why did he choose to take this path?" ?”

Zhang Yao's expression obviously began to be a little depressed. He looked at the rain-shrouded scenery and shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's all the arrangement of fate."

"Fate?" I looked at his face, his eyes were a little blurred looking into the distance.

My heart moved and I said, "Really? I heard someone say that Huang Cong was murdered."

Zhang Yao's expression didn't change, he still looked into the distance and said, "I've heard that too, and it's all baseless speculation." Some people said that he was killed by a ghost, how could it be possible. "Zhang Yao turned his head to look at me and said, "Let's wait for the police's investigation slowly. "

"Don't you think it's suspicious?" I continued to ask: "A person who was about to commit suicide went to play basketball with Luo Shan the day before the incident, and there was no suicide note after his death. This does not conform to the normal psychological changes of people before suicide. "

"What you're talking about is just emotional suicide," Huang Cong shook his head, and then continued, "There is another type of suicide, rational suicide, which is not a sudden impulse, but a result of long-term evaluation and experience. , After making sufficient judgment and reasoning, the intention to commit suicide gradually sprouts. This kind of person commits suicide with a purpose and a plan. Often before committing suicide, he is no different from ordinary people, and is not discovered until after committing suicide.”

"Really?" I looked at him thoughtfully, "You think he belongs to this type of suicide?"

"Maybe." Luo Shan said with a sigh, "At that time, we entered the scene of the crime first, and the things inside were in good condition, the same as when I left, indicating that no one broke in. In addition, we learned how to pass through dead bodies in class." According to physical signs to identify the cause of death, Huang Cong's characteristics at that time all conformed to the tendency of hanging. Apart from suicide, can we think of other reasons?"

"That's just an illusion made by the murderer." I thought to myself, but didn't say it out loud.
Suddenly, he stopped, pointed to the first basketball court next to him, and said with some sadness: "This basketball court is his favorite. Every time he asks me to play, he has to come here to see it every time. He It is said that this basketball court is close to the side of the road, and it is easy to attract the attention of passers-by. He likes playing basketball so much..."

I was silent, Huang Cong left, leaving only a place of sadness.

Then I walked with him, but the atmosphere became a little sad, and I couldn't continue to ask about Huang Cong, so I walked slowly and almost reached the southern district. 
Boom!
Because my mind was not on my feet, I stepped into a muddy puddle, and my shoes were soaked immediately.

Frowning slightly, she wanted to bend down and roll up her trousers.

Ding, ding.

A few coins that were placed in the shirt of the jacket fell out again.I couldn't help shaking my head, my luck is really not very good today.Zhang Yao next to me couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at me in such a mess, he said to me: "Hold your umbrella and don't move, I'll pick up the coins for you." I thanked, Zhang Yao squatted down one by one Picking it up, I was condescending, and found that there seemed to be a long scar on Zhang Yao's neck. Has he been chopped off?I was thinking about it.

However, Huang Cong was looking for something, Zhang Yao should know something, right?

After a while, Zhang Yao picked up all the coins, stood up, handed the coins to me and said with a smile, "Be careful next time. Fortunately, the pit you stepped on this time was not deep."

Thinking about what happened just now, I reached out to pick it up and asked, "Zhang Yao, do you know that Huang Cong was looking for an old newspaper when he was alive?"

ding ding.

The coins that Zhang Yao handed me were suddenly scattered on the ground, and at the same time there was a loud thunder, and the lightning in the sky was winding like a giant dragon for more than ten miles.Zhang Yao quickly picked up the coin again, and said embarrassingly: "The thunder hit just now was really big. I accidentally shook my hand."

I frowned slightly, would a grown man be afraid of thunder?
I stared at him and said, "Really? The weather is bad these days, and this kind of thunder happens often. Are you still not used to it?"

Zhang Yao also looked into my eyes and said with a smile: "On the contrary, every time there is thunder, I will be frightened. Probably because I have developed a habit of being afraid of thunder since I was a child." 
Zhang Yao handed the coin to me again, and said, "What did you ask just now?"

"I'm asking if you know that Huang Cong was looking for an old newspaper before his death?" I repeated what I just said.

"Of course I know, he asked me." Zhang Yao thought for a while, then nodded.

"Do you know what time newspaper he was looking for?" I asked immediately.

"This, it should be five years ago." Zhang Yao continued to answer, "I asked him why he was looking for this, but he didn't say anything."

"But why do you ask these questions?" Zhang Yao asked a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, just curiosity." I said, but I always felt something was wrong.

"People are gone, so what's the point of being curious." Zhang Yao sighed and said to me, "I've arrived at my place of residence. Thank you for your umbrella. Goodbye."

I nodded and watched Zhang Yao's back disappear in front of me.

All of a sudden, I became interested in Zhang Yao, not because of his rich professional knowledge, nor because of his love and righteousness, but because I somehow felt that he was a bit like me, and Zhang Yao occasionally showed it through his eyes. His sadness seems to have gone through the years, but it still lingers in my heart.

Zhang Yao, have you also experienced a story?

(End of this chapter)