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

Chapter 4 The Beginning of Death (3)

As the footsteps got closer, a large group of people entered the room one after another.Some of these people's eyes are numb or indifferent, like the few policemen who came in first, they may be used to seeing life and death because of their professional habits; Soon, maybe this was the first time they saw the dead body; of course, the eyes were more surprised and bewildered, because they were all ordinary people and were excluded by the police behind the yellow cordon.

However, one of the thin, straight-backed policemen was particularly different. He was about 30 years old. He did not keep looking at the corpse like the others when he entered the door. Instead, he took a closer look and then looked around. His bright eyes were neither formulaic like other policemen, nor did they feel nervous or panicked at all. On the contrary, they were very penetrating, as if there was nothing he couldn't see through.

When his eyes fell on me, the inquiry was a matter of course.

"Are you the first person to discover the scene of the corpse?" Without too much cliché, he went straight to the point.

"Yes, including the other two students. We found out at 34:[-] just now. The body was hung in the air at that time, and it was already dead. I was a classmate."

"How do you know he's dead?" He suddenly interrupted me, staring at me sternly and asked.

"Because when he was put down by my classmate, he had no heartbeat or breathing." I continued with a blank expression.

"What's the name of your classmate?"

"Zhang Yao."

He paused, seemingly thoughtful, "What's your name?"

"Jiangnan."

"Nice name," he said to me, before calling out to another young man, "Xiao Zhang, take him outside to take notes!"

"Yes, Officer Luo."

After I finished taking notes outside, Luo Shan came over, perhaps because of the guidance of the counselor and the police, his face was much better than before, which reassured me.

"Jiangnan, the counselor told us to go down and visit her." Luo Shan said to me.

"Go to her place?" I suddenly understood in my heart, and said to Luo Shan: "Let's not go, it's a waste of time, we might as well go back to the dormitory to rest."
"Isn't that bad? Why don't I check the situation first, if there's nothing wrong, I'm coming back?" Luo Shan said to me hesitantly.

I nodded, and walked towards the bedroom after Luo Shan turned around.

In front of the desk, "Winning Injustice Collection" written by Song Ci was spread out on the table.However, my thoughts are still on the incident just now. Everything at the scene of the crime has shown that the deceased committed suicide. If nothing unexpected happens, the case will be closed after the police check the motive of suicide.However, this is exactly where my doubts lie. If a person commits suicide, he must have lost all desire for life and society, and life would be better than death.What's more, if a young man with a bright future is admitted to the police academy to commit suicide, what a blow it would be to him!So, what is the motive for suicide?Before I knew it, I was a little curious about this motive.

In thought, the door has been opened.Luo Shan walked in with an uneasy expression on his face, and hurriedly closed the door, as if something was following him.

Before I could ask, he walked up to me mysteriously and whispered to me, "Jiangnan, do you know the rumor that there are ghosts on our campus?"

"There are ghosts on campus?" Hearing Luo Shan mention it, I immediately remembered.This incident happened two years ago. At that time, the dormitory building we lived in was still a dormitory for girls. In this building, a junior high school girl hanged herself in her dormitory. It is said that she was still trapped by love.As a result, since then, people have often said that this building is haunted or something, and in the end there was a lot of trouble, so the school leaders simply asked the boys and girls to change dormitories. As time went on, things gradually subsided.

Thinking of this, I said to him: "Of course I know, this building was replaced by us. But why did you mention this again?"

After listening to what I said, Luo Shan lowered his body even lower and said to me: "That girl hanged herself next door back then, and the dormitory number is 214!"

As if to match Luo Shan's words, a gust of cold wind happened to blow in from the window, and the window was creaked.

I was also a little surprised in my heart, because this is too coincidental to be explained by science.Immediately, I realized that Luo Shan was facing a very important psychological problem. If he didn't divert his attention from such dark things as suicide, corpses, and ghosts, he might not be able to sleep peacefully in the future.

So, I pretended to be relaxed and said to him: "Luo Shan, what are you thinking about? You won't be frightened by Huang Cong's corpse, are you? Do you still think that Huang Cong was killed by that female ghost?" of??"

After Luo Shan listened, he seemed a little out of breath. He patted his head and said to me, "That's not true. Anyway, I'm still a policeman in the future. It's just that I feel so bad. Huang Cong was fine with me yesterday. Playing basketball together, I would have hanged myself today, and the contrast is too great. Besides, I still can’t believe that he would commit suicide.”

"Really?" I murmured to myself after hearing this: "Even you don't believe that he will commit suicide."

"What?" Luo Shan seemed to have heard what I said.

"It's nothing." I think I should continue to change the subject, "Do you know how I guessed right on today's tell the difference show? Didn't you just want to ask me?"

Obviously, Luo Shan's interest was not as high as before, but maybe it was due to the inertia of his desire for knowledge and his subconscious mind that he also wanted to temporarily forget what happened before, so he asked very cooperatively: "Well, yes. How did you guess? Arrived?"

"First of all," I snapped my fingers to focus his attention, "the first Hao Zheng who claimed to be a Chinese teacher, in fact, after he finished speaking, we can deduce that he is a fake."

"Why? I don't think there is any flaw in what he said. If it wasn't for the details that the girl raised later, I would have thought what he said was true." Luo Shan looked puzzled.

"There may be no flaws in what he said, but have you noticed that the word order of his speech is very confusing? He first mentioned his occupation, then suddenly turned to his hobbies, then talked about his job content, and finally turned to himself. Entertainment activities. If an ordinary person introduces himself normally, he may be confused about the word order, but a Chinese teacher usually has at least a basic research on word order and the like, so such mistakes should not occur. Therefore, I guess he might have lied, got nervous for a while, and got the order of his lines wrong. You can see that he often does some small actions on stage to soothe his emotions, such as pushing down his glasses. Of course, it is also possible that he is not short-sighted, just Wearing glasses on purpose so it's uncomfortable."

"It's true after hearing what you said. I said why I felt a little awkward after listening to him." Luo Shan nodded and continued to ask: "What about the college students and painters? How do you see that? of?"

"Is this a question?" I deliberately pretended to be thinking, and then said, "Think about it first, and I will tell you next time. It's getting late now, we should go to bed."

After I finished speaking, I climbed onto the bed and lay down.Luo Shan looked helpless below, but after my trouble, his attention was successfully distracted.

Perhaps it was because of his physical and mental exhaustion today, not long after Luo Shan fell asleep, he heard the sound of snoring.However, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Lying on the bed, the scene of discovering the dead body is still echoing in my mind today, and the memories of the past have also been awakened again. No one can imagine the pain of a child who has just turned ten years old when he sees his parents die with his own eyes.With both hands, I unconsciously touched the miniature pistol model hanging on my chest. This was a tenth birthday gift given to me by my parents before he died, and it was also the police academy he told me to go to before he died.

"Mom and Dad, what happened at that time? Did you really die because of a traffic accident?" With countless nights of questioning in my heart, I finally fell asleep in a daze, and the tears in my eyes, Finally slipped in the dark.

(End of this chapter)