Criminal Investigation Notes

"Tan Shan, take your homework to my office after class!" At the end of one class, Zhang Dongmei delayed the class as usual, and waited until there were two minutes before class before the Chinese teacher for the next class arrived early.

During the extracurricular activities after two Chinese classes, Tan Shan, the skinny student, walked to the teacher's office building with a stack of heavy homework books.

On the way, she ran into an English teacher. The little old man politely turned on his side and gave her way: "Tan Shan, you are giving homework to Teacher Zhang again."

Tan Shan nodded and said, "Yes, thank you, Teacher Wang."

"Oh, you math, there are so many homework and papers every day, but your hard work is representative of this class." Old man Wang shook his head when he said this, his tone was a little helpless. Teacher Zhang's homework is well-known There are a lot of people. Every day, I see Tan Shan sending homework to the office non-stop. Sometimes he has to run several times. Those math homework is divided into AB books, sometimes there are workbooks and test papers. Zhang Dongmei's desk is always full.

"As a class representative, I should help the teacher." Tan Shan replied with his homework.

Old Man Wang sighed, wondering if the little girl in front of him hadn't heard the sarcasm in his words.

Tan Shan turned her head and went on to the office, her lips pursed.

She knows how teachers in other subjects think of Zhang Dongmei.

Zhang Dongmei relied on the question sea tactics to maintain the mathematics grades in the class, which in turn took away the time of other subjects.Sometimes Zhang Dongmei couldn't judge the homework by herself, and she would let Tan Shan help.

But she still supports Teacher Zhang. She believes that the teacher is also for their good.

Teachers are also human, and they are in a bad mood. Although Zhang Dongmei often beats and scolds them, her class is indeed very good. Many teachers can't explain the questions. If she tells others, the other party will know it. So other maths Teachers often come to ask her, and Zhang Dongmei's class is often rated as the best open class.

As a class representative, she is proud, even though these jobs take up a lot of her time and make her need to work harder than other students.

She often can't sleep until late at night, and she has to come to school first in the morning.

Tan Shan arrived at the teacher's office. The teachers seemed to have gone to a meeting and were not here.

Tan Shan found Teacher Zhang's seat familiarly.Put those thick homework books on the table.

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, she took a awkward glance, and she suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the trash can.

Tan Shan lowered her head and looked at it carefully. Those were just shredded paper, but they were familiar shreds. She couldn't help but squat down and wrote a wish on the top piece of paper.

Tan Shan suddenly realized what it was, she trembled and took out the piece of paper.

Yesterday, it was Teacher Zhang’s birthday. She prepared a picture and gave it to Teacher Zhang.

In recent weeks, Tan Shan has been drawing for a short time after finishing his homework every day. He painted for three weeks one after another. For a few days, he went to bed after a little bit, and then got up after five in the morning.Both her parents felt sorry for her, but the stubborn Tan Shan insisted on finishing it.

She gave the picture to Teacher Zhang along with her homework yesterday. It was a painting of flowers and birds in fine brushwork. Although the bird was not beautiful enough, she took it seriously.

At that time, Teacher Zhang thanked her and said that she liked it very much, and then accepted the painting.

But now, it took her a long time to draw a picture, and she has been lying quietly in the trash can with the waste paper.

Tan Shan's tears flowed down. While crying, she picked up the painting from the trash can. She tried to put the painting together. The more she put it together, the more her hands shook, and the painting was not only torn apart. It was broken and rubbed, and it was stained with something that looked like tea stains.

Tan Shan felt that what was crushed was not his own painting, but his own heart.

She wanted not to cry, but the tears were not under her control at all and could not stop.

She did not cry when she was beaten by Zhang Dongmei in the past, did not cry when she stayed up late to do homework, and did not cry when she did not perform well in the exam.But now, she couldn't breathe from crying.

Outside, the voice of Zhang Dongmei chatting with others came in.

"The current students, I really don’t know the suffering in the world. I received a stack of cake rolls on my birthday yesterday. Do you know what my monitor gave me? It’s just a picture. The golden pheasant painted is like a sparrow. I feel ugly at home."

"Hey, Teacher Zhang, you have to make it clear. This is what we deserve for such a hard work. Look, I opened my mouth, and several parents of students gave me cards..."

"We also have rich students in our class, but they haven't heard anything recently. It seems that I am going to do my next home visit again..."

"Shhh, keep it quiet. Recently, the Academic Affairs Office has checked again."

"What are you afraid of? You haven't seen the new bag that the director's wife recently changed. It's almost her salary for one year."

Tan Shan didn't want to listen to them anymore. She covered her mouth for fear of being heard or seen by Zhang Dongmei. Fortunately, the teachers did not enter the office, but only stayed at the door for a while and left.

Tan Shan was holding the stack of shredded paper, crying and ran out of the office door...

Only then did she know how hypocritical people are. People who say thank you with a smile may not like them in their hearts.

When the individual interrogation reached the final stage, Song Wen and the others called Tan Shan, who had the most evidence in the previous interrogation, and Tan Shan bowed his head into the private room, and sat on the stool opposite the three of them with some trepidation. .

The night has become deeper, the windows have turned into darkness, there are more and more people on the street, and noisy sounds are coming up.

Song Wen was not wordy, and went straight to the subject: "In the question just now, you lied to us, right?"

After hearing this, Tan Shan reclaimed her hands and clasped her hands tightly: "I...I didn't..." Her words now had no confidence, and she retorted completely instinctively.

"Now, several of your classmates have all confessed. We found Qianjiang's mobile phone, and we also learned about your organization tonight's party." Song Wen stopped talking nonsense with her, and just opened it up.

Tan Shan lowered her head and said nothing. In the face of so many testimonies, her sophistry seemed weak, and she knew that she had become a key suspect.

"Have Zhang Dongmei borrowed money from you?"

"Borrowed... 30,000 yuan. I have not worked for a long time, almost all my savings." Tan Shan whispered.

"Has she ever blackmailed you?"

Tan Shan shook her head, "She didn't blackmail me." Then she added, "Perhaps because I don't have any handle on her. And I was the only one who heard her say that she wanted to borrow money, so she took the initiative. Lent to her."

"Why did you organize today's party?" Song Wen continued to ask.

"Because, my mother fell ill half a month ago, nephritis, and needs to be hospitalized. I want Teacher Zhang to pay back the money. I asked her, and she kept trying to prevaricate me, completely different from what she said when she asked me to borrow money. ..."

Tan Shan whispered, "Zhang Dongmei... She often asks me to help her clock in, turn on and off the computer, etc., so I know her common password. Once, I accidentally passed by her desk and saw a passage from her. Chat history. She borrowed money from others online."

"At that time, I suspected that she not only borrowed money from me alone, I...I was just afraid that she owed a lot of money and couldn't pay me back. So...so I...once took advantage of her absence, When the phone was on the table, I looked at her phone."

"I just knew that this woman, she has been blackmailing her students. I found some of the classmates I knew and chatted with them one by one."

"In the beginning, I just wanted to unite them to ask Teacher Zhang for money, but then I thought that she might not be able to pay the money back. We should punish this woman..."

This explanation was reasonable, and Song Wen asked the next key question.

"We have witnessed evidence that you quarreled with Zhang Dongmei on the rooftop before."

Tan Shan felt a little guilty, and stammered a bit: "We...have some holidays...but...it's all because..."

"Because of what? You are Zhang Dongmei's proud disciple and her colleague, why are you reporting her?" Song Wen looked directly at her.

At the mention of the two words to report, Tan Shan's face instantly turned pale, and the police knew more than she expected.

"I am Zhang Dongmei's most obedient student. She has trusted me the most since she was in school... But this kind of trust is built on... I help her do various things and then report the situation in the class. Basically. I have betrayed my classmates more than once, and I feel like a student who has betrayed my classmates, so I have no friends in the class..."

From Tan Shan's description at this time, you can hear that she regrets it.A junior high school student has not yet entered the society. She was supposed to believe that human nature is inherently good. At that time, she was seduced by her teacher and became a "betrayer" among her classmates. This behavior brought her psychological pressure, no doubt It is heavy.

"Compared to other people, I am closer to Zhang Dongmei's life. Sometimes I even go to her house to help her pick up things. I know that at that time she was divorcing her husband. If she felt angry at home, Vent your temper to the class and your classmates."

"I always thought that I had served her as a class monitor and class representative for three years. As a class leader in her class, I had to bear much more than ordinary class committee members. Although this teacher had many punishments for us, I still think she is for our good. At least, she... She treats me differently, people are emotional... It can be said that this unique feeling has always supported me..."

When Tan Shan said this, her lips were trembling, her voice was trembling, and she felt like she was about to cry, "As the third year of junior high school is about to graduate, I caught up with Zhang Dongmei for her birthday. I drew a picture for her, even though it was a picture. It's quite immature, but it was my heart. I gave the painting to Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang said thank me. She was very touched. But...I was sending homework to the teacher soon afterwards. I found the crumpled painting in Teacher Zhang’s trash can. I was crying back to the classroom."

Until now, Tan Shan can still recall that feeling, as if his heart was torn apart.

She also heard the talks of those teachers. Ten years ago, the supervision of the teacher industry was not as strict as it is now, and giving teachers something is not a big deal.

From the day she heard those words, she began to question herself and her relationship with Zhang Dongmei.

"After graduation, other classmates left her, but because of family reasons, I took the teacher qualification certificate and came here to teach. I originally thought that as a colleague, everyone is equal. But since becoming a colleague From the first day, Zhang Dongmei defined me as her student..."

"She still treated me as a student who hadn't graduated, and she kept asking me to use me, let me pick up the courier for her, let me change her homework, let me help her on duty."

Tan Shan's head was buried lower, as if wishing to dig into the ground: "I... I am a bit weak tempered by nature, I don't know how to refuse her face to face. Every time I make up my mind, I will never do anything for her next time. But after she proposed it, I obediently followed. I...I hate being like this."

"I really love my job. I love my students and hope that they will make progress. I care about students from poor families. I buy cakes for the children and bring food. I will remember each of them’s preferences and birthdays, and then I will Write unique comments to them on his birthday. I went to talk to a child who was suffering from depression, hoping that he would come out of the shadows."

"...But sometimes I am a little confused. I seem to be serving those children and please them. I didn't get their equal love..."

"I confiscated the mobile phones of the students who were not listening in class, but the students choked in public and scolded me for nosy. I shared some well-written essays and articles with the students. The parents said that they exceeded the syllabus and told the school Other teachers think I’m a bully and occupy my class, secretly telling students that if they don’t have time, they won’t do my homework in this subject."

"But why, at the same time, Zhang Dongmei was so busy in the school that her class was always jammed and the students almost couldn't sit down. When I was interviewing, because it was Zhang Dongmei's student, so I was able to enter the school to teach, could it? Say, is a teacher like Zhang Dongmei a good teacher? Does it mean that, whether it is society, school, or parents, do they only need teachers like Zhang Dongmei?"

Tan Shan raised her head when she said that she hadn't confided these words with others, and her big eyes were filled with confusion.

She didn't understand the difference between a good teacher and a bad teacher.

It seems that how to do it depends on my conscience.

"I think this phenomenon is wrong. I want to get rid of Zhang Dongmei, so I went to the Education Bureau to report her."

Tan Shan told her why she reported Zhang Dongmei.

"I want to get my own life back on track. I want this woman to pay for what she has done. I want to prove that she is not a good teacher."

"But I didn't expect that after she didn't have the income from the make-up classes, she would step up to find someone to borrow money..." Tan Shan's voice was full of grievances, and she did not expect such a chain reaction.

"We quarreled a few words on the rooftop, and she wanted to pull me too. I pushed her down on the rooftop, picked up her bag and left. When I left, she was 100% alive... …"

Having said this, Tan Shan's body shook, as if he didn't want to think of the corpse.

She used to be a student and later became a teacher. The change of identity made it difficult for her to handle and coordinate the relationship between herself and Zhang Dongmei.The right and wrong of teachers and students often questioned her mind.

Song Wen looked at the woman in front of him, "What can prove that Zhang Dongmei was alive when you left. Did she jump off by herself after you left, or was pushed down by others?"

"I...I can't prove...but..." Tan Shan shook his head.

She turned her head and looked at Cheng Mo as if asking for help: "Dad Cheng, I really didn't do anything like that, you must believe me..."

She was too nervous, and the sides of the water blue dress were crumpled into a ball by her hands.

She felt as if she was the one standing on the edge of the building. As soon as she let go, she would fall from above and be broken to pieces. Her fingers were about to be unable to grasp the guardrail, and she was about to slide down. She hurriedly wanted to hold everything... …

Cheng Mo spoke up at this time: "Teacher Tan, you just said that you drank a lot of alcohol before. Could it be that you remembered it wrong?"

On the surface, this sentence is to help Tan Shan find a reason, but in fact it refers to her as the murderer. This is the end of the matter and even Cheng Mo has turned his back.

"I...I don't know, it's really not me..." Tan Shan's eyes were red, and her mouth opened. She couldn't say a word to argue, she could only repeat, "I...I didn't kill her. ..."

Song Wen clicked it out: "Mr. Tan... the attitude you mentioned in the video before, when you lied before, it was not as pitiful as it is now."

Including the quarrel between her and Zhang Dongmei on the top floor later, she should actually be proud.

No matter what happened to the teachers and students in the past, tonight, she completely crushed Zhang Dongmei, insulted her, and washed away the shame.

"So, did you kill your teacher Zhang Dongmei tonight?" Song Wen asked these last words.

As long as Tan Shan admits, everything tonight is over.

Tan Shan felt like a child in the story that the wolf came. She told a lot of lies before. Now, she finally confided her heart and told the truth, but no one believed her anymore.

Whether she pushed Zhang Dongmei downstairs under the influence of alcohol, she can't remember now.

She only remembered that she hated that woman, she pushed her, and she pulled her hair. There was no shame in her heart at that time, but she felt happy.

That was what she had always wanted to do. She used her thin body to firmly press Zhang Dongmei on the guardrail, watching her struggle...

Then... what happened?

Tan Shan felt that his memory was fragmented.

Lu Siyu looked at Tan Shan in front of him coldly. He finished the record, and after thinking about it for a moment, he asked Tan Shan, "Do you have a kind of fear in your subconscious mind, afraid that you will become a teacher like Zhang Dongmei?"

This kind of fear is not necessarily concrete, but psychologically abstract. Tan Shan has always been a good student, and her growth trajectory has been planned by others. She has fear, awe, and love for her teacher. However, this relationship was shattered by Zhang Dongmei herself. After experiencing disappointment, Tan Shan's feelings for her changed subtlely, and her admiration turned into hatred...

Tan Shan was a little frightened, and then her tears flowed down: "You don't know... how much influence the teacher will have on the students, especially when I become a teacher again..."

She sobbed and said, "I sometimes get angry at my students. When I can't restrain myself, I will unconsciously say what Zhang Dongmei said to us. I will not freely use Zhang Dongmei to punish students. , I... I hate myself like this..."

The teacher's work is very stressful and intense. She hates Zhang Dongmei and also hates herself who has been listening to Zhang Dongmei.

Tan Shan has been trying to be a good teacher who she considers to be a good teacher, but a little weak, she finds that she is increasingly unable to stick to this definition of "good".

Zhang Dongmei's imprint on her is too deep, and those influences, over a thousand days and nights, have been deeply imprinted in her blood.

Sometimes she simply vents, adding the pain she has suffered to those students.

What made her even more frightened was that she discovered that those words were even more useful than her soft whispers... Her bitterness couldn't get their obedient, but Zhang Dongmei's training could...

Those students showed horror and fear in their eyes. They were obediently obedient, leaned down, and began to surrender, turning from one by one difficult little demon into obedient sheep.

Facing such an answer, she didn't know what to do!

Reporting, punishing, and fighting with Zhang Dongmei on the rooftop, she can only use this extreme method to prove that she is right and Zhang Dongmei is wrong!

She stretched out her hand, for the crying children, and for the crying herself.

She killed Zhang Dongmei as if she had killed herself again.

Now, the motive for the murder has also emerged.

If she really did something to kill the master, such a move stems from her psychological level of struggle and resistance, and this kind of killing is her self-reflection and slaughter.

In her subconscious, killing Zhang Dongmei is equivalent to killing her own negative side. Killing her not perfect side will completely cut off the connection between her and Zhang Dongmei and eliminate the shadow she put on her.

Lu Siyu looked at the five testimonies he recorded and pieced together a complete fact.

But it seems...something is wrong.

Song Wen continued to ask Tan Shan: "Do you confess your crime?"

Tan Shan cried and shook her head. She cried out: "I hate her! But, it really wasn't me. I didn't lie this time..."

The nails on her hands were almost peeled off. She seemed to feel her body hanging in the air, falling heavily from a height, lying next to Zhang Dongmei's corpse, blood constantly spreading from under her.

At this moment, there was a "bang" sound from afar in the air, and then the window suddenly lit up.

There was cheers from outside.

From their perspective, you can see a gorgeous firework blooming in the dark sky, with thousands of light spots scattered in the air.

Even Tan Shan's crying face has undergone some changes in light and shadow under such brilliance.

Lu Siyu looked at his watch. Just now everyone was busy interrogating and forgot the time. It turned out that it was already nine o'clock.

Clusters of fireworks continued to rise into the sky, and the sound of fireworks and the crowd interrupted their interrogation.

Song Wen got up and said, "Then everyone, let's rest for a while, the fireworks show for half an hour, and after half an hour, we will continue."