Criminal Investigation Files

Zhang Dongmei got on a bus back to the city.

A few months ago, the sun came in through the bus window and sprinkled on her face and legs, but she didn't feel any warmth.

Lu Si Yu gave a sound. He didn't know if he had heard Song Wen's words. He bowed his head and suddenly gave a sound.

The teacher is a hard industry, and there are many teachers working hard. He can hear that no matter what kind of grudge Tan Shan and Zhang Dongmei have, she is trying to be a good teacher

It's just a stack of straw manuscripts. Song Wen still remembers them clearly.

"Do you think Tan Shan is the killer?" Song Wen suddenly asked Lu Siyu, and then he explained, "I I kind of hope she's not. When I was in junior high school, a teacher was very kind to me. Before every exam, she would call me to her office and give me a pile of white draft paper. It's not a valuable gift, but every time I get the manuscript, it's like I'll do well in the exam. "

Lu Siyu nodded, and he stepped into the corridor.

Finally, the carnival ended. The sky gradually calmed down, and the smoke and dust dispersed. Song Wen said, "it seems that it's almost finished. It's a little cold outside. Let's go in."

Lu Siyu seems to suddenly understand why people like fireworks. It's obvious that it's so fleeting, but it's so beautiful. It seems that everything is worth it only at the moment.

Another cluster of fireworks bloomed, and the brilliant fireworks were brilliant. The sky seemed to be lit by streamers. The fireworks all over the sky were shining on the banks of the Lunjiang River and their faces.

Lu Siyu's mouth turned up and held the cup in his hand. He felt that he could not be too proud of it. He pretended not to hear it and said nothing.

Song Wen took a step forward and asked him directly, "don't you like me?"

It seems that he still heard it and deliberately lied to him. Lu Si said, "you're right to take out the last word."

Song Wen said, "I thought you were saying you like me."

Lu Siyu's mouth opened, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "even if you don't hear it."

Song Wen couldn't help teasing Lu Si: "what did you say just now?"

At that moment, the fireworks lit up, and the fireworks lit up Si Yu's pretty face, which made him beautiful and lonely. It seemed that through the false prosperity, he was a lonely person, standing there alone. But Song Wen was influenced by him just like that.

When Lu Siyu said this, he was just in time for the fireworks to reach the climax. The fireworks behind him exploded, one after another, just covering the last two words.

"Thank you. I'm very..."

He is rich, but he is not willing to make friends with others. Most of the time, he gives to others, and seldom receives such a thoughtful gift from others.

Lu Siyu's eyes flashed for a moment and then said, "I haven't received any gifts for many years. I don't know what expression to use or what to say..."

Song Wen is afraid that Lu Siyu doesn't like this. Seeing that Lu Siyu has been saying something else, he feels guilty and reaches out his hand to take the cup. However, Lu Siyu holds the cup and hides for half a step, so he is not ready to give it back to him.

Song Wen said, "I'd like to. No one else can manage it."

Lu Si said: "you are the team leader. Help your subordinates take the cup. What's it like?"

Song Wen thought about whether he had chosen a big one: "how? Are you afraid of sinking? If you're afraid of sinking, I can carry it for you. "

Lu Siyu lowered his head and felt that his whole eyes were sour and hot, as if he didn't have to bear it. Tears were about to flow down: "this one is a little bigger than the one I used to be."

This function is specially selected by him. The water poured in, whether it is hot or cold, can be seen at a glance. He remembers that he is not in good health and thinks this function is quite practical.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Wen thought he didn't like it very much. He went on to introduce it in his heart: "by the way, there is a place on the cover of this thermos cup where the temperature can be displayed..."

Now he was suddenly given a gift by Song Wen. He was a little at a loss when he held it in his hand.

Later, after his parents died, he didn't pay much attention to his birthday. Throughout his student life, few people celebrated his birthday.

When he was in kindergarten, he suddenly found out this. When he came home, he cried with his parents, blaming them for giving birth to him in the festival. At that time, Dad comforted him and said, "people who care about you will not forget your birthday just because they are on holiday."

But Lu Siyu didn't mind the time and place. He was born on October 2, which is tomorrow, because in the middle of the National Day holiday, he never received any gifts from other people except his parents when he was a child.

Birthday

Song team wants to slap themselves

~_ ~Just now, looking at Lu Siyu's depression, Song Wen's heart moved. He just wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't help taking things out. And now he's reacting, where's a gift at the crime scene? The body's still downstairs.He had been thinking for a long time about what to buy and when to give it away. When it was expensive, he felt that it was inappropriate. When it was cheap, he couldn't give it away. When he gave it away that day, he felt like he was behind others. He didn't want to choose the time deliberately, and he didn't want Lu Siyu to think that he was fooling.

Song Wen tried to make his voice sound casual: "look, the cup you brought before is old, so I bought one. Aren't you going to celebrate your birthday? Give you a gift in advance. Before, didn't you give me a tie or something... "

Lu Siyu opened the box and found that it was a silver thermos cup with exquisite workmanship and his favorite pattern. At first glance, he made great efforts to select it.

Song Wen explained: "it's not something that's too expensive. I can't afford it. I just buy it when I see it occasionally."

"Yes What? " Lu Siyu then weighed it over. The box is long, not very big, not very small. It has some weight.

"Yes, this is for you."

Song Wen doesn't know what's wrong, which makes Lu Siyu feel a little depressed. He tries to get out of the topic, takes out a box from his schoolbag and hands it to Lu Siyu.

It was the family life he envied, just like the warmth Song Wen could bring him at the moment, which made him a little greedy, and he didn't know how to go on. He has an unknown fear of the future, just like the dark past.

But the next moment, Lu Siyu suddenly lowered his head, a little sad: "that day must be very interesting."

Lu Siyu couldn't help but smile. With the wind blowing at night, he fiddles with the bangs of landing Si Yu, revealing a little smooth forehead. Looking at his nearly perfect side face, Song Wen feels that the fireworks in front of him are far less beautiful than those around him. Seeing this, Lu Si Yu laughs. Suddenly, he feels that it is worth beating twice a day.

At that time, Li luanfang and song Cheng always had different opinions. They only had a strange tacit understanding on the issue of beating children. It's common for couples to play doubles.

Later, he continued, "when I got home, my mother found out that my father took advantage of his duty to patrol and took me to so many places. He almost lost me and had a fight with my father. Then my husband and wife doubles beat me up again."

Song Wen said: "where? At the end of the show, my father just talked to his colleagues and didn't care about me. I got lost when there were too many people. My father called on the whole police force to look for me all over the street. When they found me, they beat me up. "

Lu Si said, "so your father is very nice to you."

At that time, the relationship between Song Wen and his father was not as tense as it is now. When he thought of the mood at that time, Song Wen had a trace of emotion.

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Song Wen looked at the fireworks blooming in the air and felt a little sad: "in the past, when I was young, my father took me to see the fireworks once. Maybe I was six years old. I remember there were so many people on that day. I couldn't see them no matter how high I jumped. My father raised them to my head and let me watch the fireworks from the top. I was very happy At that time, I felt that my father was the tallest in the world. When he grew up, he wanted to be a father. "

Lu Si Yu gave a hum and looked up at the fireworks in the air. His good-looking eyes are reflected by the fireworks, which seems to contain the stars all over the sky, beautiful.

In fact, if it wasn't for this case, the lotus moon building would be full tonight, and the guests might have boarded the platform and crowded to watch the fireworks. If it wasn't for the case tonight, they would have gone home after watching the movie. It's just a coincidence.

Song Wen in a side way: "how? Not bad, right? To see such a fireworks show, many people have to stand below for an hour or two, and they have to squeeze in and out of the crowd. We have a wide field of vision and few people here, so we can be regarded as the best observation point. "

On both sides of the Lunjiang River, many people hold cameras and mobile phones to record this shocking scene.

The scenery is so beautiful

Bang, another fireworks rose into the sky. For a moment, the sky seemed to be in full bloom. When the silver flowers dissipated, suddenly a piece of red rain came down, and the shining red light fell down, like a red star in the world.

Clusters of fireworks successively launched into the sky, blooming in the dark sky.

At this time, the entire Lunjiang river has become a sea of joy. Hundreds of thousands of people gather here, or stand or sit on high ground. All of them look up at the night sky. In the most prosperous area of Nancheng, several towering buildings stand, among which the Nancheng tower attracts people's eyes, cheers and exclamations are constantly issued.

Lu Siyu was stunned. This kind of fireworks was completely different from what he remembered. Then he thought about it. It seemed that he had never seen fireworks since his parents died. Counting for nearly 20 years, the technology has been changing with each passing day, and people have long been different.

The sky is a dark blue canvas, fireworks is like a brush, full of paint, people stand below, looking up. A pair of beautiful pictures emerged in the overhead, there is a kind of unspeakable beauty.When they came out, there was a fireworks just put into the sky. The fireworks sprayed a small cluster of green light, and then the green awns bloomed one by one. These green flowers seemed to have life in general, rising steadily and luxuriantly, like a vine, climbing all over the sky.

In Lu Siyu's impression, he always felt that there was nothing to see about these fireworks. If it wasn't for Song Wen's insistence, he didn't want to come out. But now looking up at the fireworks, he can not help but be infected by the atmosphere of the scene.

The bustle, the prosperity and joy of the world, seem to belong to him.

On the platform of mingyuelou, Song Wen pulls out Lu Siyu. Lu Siyu always doesn't like places with too many people. When he can avoid, he can hide as far as he can.

With all kinds of fireworks outside the window, Song Wen wondered why this man was so indifferent. He pointed out not far away: "it's a pity not to watch the fireworks performance because of such a good position on the rooftop."

He is sorting out several pieces of information in front of him to see what is unreasonable.

Lu Siyu looked up in doubt: "go Where. "

Song Wen went to the bathroom and came out. He turned his head to Lu Si and said, "let's go. Even if Tan Shan is guilty, we need to wait for a while before we can send her to the Municipal Bureau."

Cheng Mo leads Tan Shan to go out, still pacify her a few words, Tan Shan just has been crying, also can't say what new evidence. It seems that this case can be settled like this.

the troubles that haunted her finally stopped tormenting her.

Now Zhang Dongmei's body is gradually cold.

As time goes by, the students did not expect that the cruel teacher in their memory was actually a villain who was tortured by life and had no way out.

At that time, Zhang Dongmei did not expect that those children were not the shivering children who sat under the platform ten years ago. They have also grown tusks, hard claws, and have learned to fight.

At first, she had a choice. Later, for money, there was no bottom line

If you can't make people love her, make them afraid of her.

She can borrow money as long as she has mastered the weakness of those students.

One day as a teacher, one life as a father. Anyway, she will always be the teacher of those students!

Looking at those things, Zhang Dongmei seems to go back to more than ten years ago. One thing after another, she wakes up in her memory. A smile appears on the corner of her mouth and suddenly comes up with a solution to the problem.

Zhang Dongmei starts to look at the things in the box. She has the habit of summarizing and sorting out. After teaching some students, she will keep all the things, including old photos, old grades, marked papers, and checks written by students. Some of them are good and some are bad. As long as she thinks they are valuable, she will stay.

Whenever she saw their disdainful faces, she wanted to tell them what the real world was like. She shows them those ugly expressions, which is not as cruel as one tenth of the cruelty of the world to her.

She can only vent her anger on the students. She hates those beautiful girls, envies those children with superior family circumstances and intelligence, and takes advantage of those obedient students.

Whenever she quarreled at home, was scolded by her parents, was angry with her husband, was bullied at work, and was robbed of the quota by related households, she had to get up and arm herself with strong armor.

She doesn't have a soft heart, because she doesn't deserve to own, weak, cry, those things don't belong to her, she is a woman made of iron, can't get sick, can't fall down.

She is a woman, a person in the city struggle, eat enough of the loss of no background, trying to rely on their own to climb up, always can feel the malice of the world.

Why is the world like this?

She also used to love children, looking forward to having her own. But in the end, she lost the ability to have children, and her husband also hooked up with the little nurses in the Department.

She thought of her husband. The man said that she had only her students in her heart. The real break between the two was after Zhang Dongmei had been standing for nine hours in preparation for the open class and had a miscarriage. On the seventh day after this incident, she was worried about the students and got up and stood on the platform.

The world is in the cold.

Those parents are not reliable, the students are white eyed wolf, graduated one by one, do not contact her.

But the students were not grateful to her.

Without her, those students might not have achieved what they are now. Many students may be just a mediocre person who sells vegetables and carries dishes, because she, those people, went to a good high school, a good university and had a different life.

In the past 20 years, she has really taught a lot of good students and a lot of proud children.

She may have done a lot of wrong things, but she asked herself that she had done a lot of right things.

After so many years of teaching, she has to grade other teachers' homework several times every day. She often prepares lessons late into the night, and gets up early the next day to watch the morning self-study. Mathematics is not like a subject like Chinese and English. She can be lazy and eat old books, and constantly have new types of questions. Every time she issues a new exercise book, she has to do it all by herself. Every year, she will update her teaching plan.She sat on the edge of the bed, turning over the things one by one, and couldn't put it down. Her cold heart gradually warmed up.

She stroked her own pile of awards, so many honors, so many awards, so many people said she was a good teacher

It used to be her treasure, with a thick stack of awards in it. It was a great honor left to her by her teaching career of more than 20 years.

Then she knelt down and began to look at the contents of the box.

Zhang Dongmei worked hard all over her body until she was sweating. Then she pulled out the big box. She gasped. Her hand was skinned by the edge of the box, and it hurt a little.

Zhang Dongmei suddenly remembered something and began to move out the big box from under the bed. She was alone. Her feet were still aching. She was angry. It was so hot in the room, but she couldn't even turn on the fan.

Zhang Dongmei went into the house. She bought the place with a loan in her early years. It's just a very small house.

The teacher's salary is already meager, not to mention she has to subsidize her family.

Now think about it, her life seems to have been devoted to teaching career, in the end, what is left of her?

In the past few decades of her life, she has no friends or relatives.

She is now in her forties, divorced and childless.

A sneer gradually appeared in the corner of her mouth. In order to please her, these parents used to give her money and stuff one by one. Now they heard that she might not teach her children, and they hung up on her just when they mentioned borrowing money.

Zhang Dongmei continued to play the second Third Fourth.

As soon as people leave, tea will be cold.

This sentence has not finished, the other party hung up.

Zhang Dongmei thought, really good things do not go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, she tried to make her voice calm: "that, I have not received notice."

Zhang Dongmei just exchanged a few greetings, and when she mentioned that she wanted to borrow money, the other party hesitated, "Mr. Zhang, I heard that your physical reason is that you won't take our family treasure next semester?"

She was the mother of a student in her former class. She had a very rich family and had two chain restaurants. She was very popular with her and even matched her sisters.

Zhang Dongmei's fingers crossed a familiar name, and finally summoned up the courage to make a phone call.

As she walked, she flipped through her correspondence, which recorded the names of hundreds of students and their parents. The ones with asterisks were the ones with money at home, and the ones with plus were the ones with relationships at home.

The bus finally stopped at the bus stop. Zhang Dongmei got out of the bus and carried her bag. There was no bus on the way, and she was reluctant to take a taxi. She was ready to walk all the way home. The high heels didn't fit well, and soon they were worn out. Every step was like walking on a knife.

Moreover, she knew that her parents told each other about her work unit. If she didn't fill in the hole, the victim's family members would have to come to school. At that time, she couldn't even be a counselor.

But the family that had been hit had threatened to maim her father if they didn't pay enough money. She couldn't watch them die.

They were afraid of bullying her. They didn't dare to go to her brother, so they came to grind her. They cried bitterly at her, but they didn't care about her daughter's life or death. In order to raise money, she had tried every means to brush up her credit card and borrow all her colleagues who could borrow money.

Where are those people her parents? It's a wolf, tiger and leopard. If she can't afford it, she will eat her alive.

Her family can only count on her if she wants to get the money.

Zhang Dongmei thought for a long time, but gave up.

Is it the student who can't afford the tuition and doesn't attend the cram school? But that student should not know so many details. Or the student whose ear was broken by her? Blame her carelessness. She didn't ask about the students' family background that time. Who could have thought that the distant uncle of the student worked in the education bureau? Or Miss Li, who is competing with her, has been competing with her openly and secretly for this year's excellent pacesetter. She also came over hypocritically and said that she didn't think we should make up lessons for students. Sooner or later, something happened

The school is still working hard to keep her, but she may become a counselor and can't teach.

The list and evidence provided by the other party are very detailed. In the worst case, she may even have her teacher's qualification certificate revoked and will no longer be able to work in No.1 middle school.

School leaders revealed that this time the situation is not optimistic, the other side not only has her evidence of making up lessons for students, but also some evidence of her corporal punishment of students, and even evidence of her accepting bribes.

Zhang Dongmei coagulated, her eyes moved, and she flashed one by one in her mind.

Who reported her?

Now it's called lightening the burden. It's not allowed to assign too much homework to the students, but the difficulty of the exam is not only not decreasing, but also increasing. Without those questions and more exercises, how can we improve the students' grades?Is it for the good of the students that she makes up lessons after class?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dongmei couldn't help closing her hands and clenching them into fists.

Moreover, I don't know who reported her. Recently, the school has been investigating her extra-curricular make-up.

Who should she hate, her father, her mother, her brother, or herself?

~_ ~Jamie's father and younger brother are still quarreling with each other. After giving 30000 yuan, they have no money. She raised another 100000 yuan for them this time. This is the most money she can get, because this accident, she has been hollowed out.

She just came out of her hometown a few days ago when her father was driving in the countryside and drunk, causing serious injury to the other party. The father was fully responsible for the accident and needed to compensate the other party for 300000 medical expenses.

Her face was stiff and cold, and she didn't smile.

"What's the matter?" Song Wen asked him.

Lu Siyu looked up at Song Wen and said, "I seem to know who has been on the roof before."

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