dead innocent

In a high-end residential area on Hubin Road, Chu Xingyun parked the car beside the fence of the flower garden, slammed the car door and walked for more than ten meters before realizing that Yang Kaitai hadn't followed.

Yang Kaitai stood quietly under the green shade with his arms down, looking up from the eastern sky to the west calmly with his head up. His eyes were devoid of utilitarianism, and his body lacked the hustle and bustle. He looked like a big boy who went out to collect wind from the ivory tower of the art academy.

"what happened to you?"

Chu Xingyun asked.

Yang Kaitai looked away and walked towards him: "There are a lot of cameras here."

Chu Xingyun looked at both sides of the road casually, smiled and continued to move forward: "Rich people are generally more afraid of death than ordinary people."

When Chu Xingyun walks, his posture is a little 'floating', his shoulders always shake slightly with his steps, often the toes of his right foot have not been stepped on firmly, and his left foot has already stepped out, so he always looks frivolous and impetuous. a feeling of.This person's 'shape' and 'appearance' are not the same as when he was listed as a man of the hour at Jingzhou University.No matter how long he has graduated, how much blood and reality he has seen, he still looks like a senior who just graduated from school. The big dye tank of society has not changed him in the slightest, which is commendable.

"Captain, do you think our job is sometimes like a mourner?"

Yang Kaitai's face was a little low, and he asked sullenly.

Chu Xingyun glanced at him, pretending to be terrified: "Don't talk nonsense, public officials are not allowed to engage in side jobs, do you want to be double fired Comrade Sanyang?"

Yang Kaitai frowned and complained in a low voice: "Captain."

Chu Xingyun laughed, stopped teasing him, and said: "You are right, visiting the family members of the deceased is also the last thing I want to do. Once or twice is fine, and the number of times is too many. Seeing so many sad pictures face, it is inevitable that you will doubt your own value, you have been with me for so long, two years? Three years, I thought you were used to it."

As he said, Chu Xingyun raised his hand and rubbed the top of his head: "Why are you still so sentimental? Do you want to hug, baby?"

Yang Kaitai sighed, and walked forward quickly: "You are always like this, and you can't say a few serious words."

Chu Xingyun lit a cigarette with his hand on the flame, followed behind him and smiled: "Who made you the funniest one in our team."

In front of the Huayi iron gate, Chu Xingyun rang the doorbell on the wall, and a middle-aged man's voice came out from the microphone on the wall a moment later.

Chu Xingyun took out his police officer card and pointed at Maoyan: "Police."

"Hold on."

While waiting for the host to open the door, Yang Kaitai asked him, "Have they not noticed that the child is missing yet?"

Chu Xingyun shrugged inexplicably, his eyes kept looking at the man walking across the yard.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Police?"

The host asked through the iron gate.

"Does Cheng Xun live here?"

"It's my son, what's wrong?"

Chu Xingyun breathed a little, and then spit it out: "I'm sorry Mr. Cheng, I found your son's body by the lake in Noah Square this morning."

Cheng Xun's mother looks younger than Cheng Xun's father. In many couples nowadays, the wives are well-maintained and look younger than their husbands, especially the rich ones, but Cheng Xun's mother looks younger than she actually is. The minutes are old.She was standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast when the two policemen came to the door, and her husband told her why the policemen had come. The premature mother gave up and collapsed.Chu Xingyun saw her swollen abdomen when she was helped out of the kitchen by her husband.

"Oh my god."

Chu Xingyun heard her say this, and then she was helped by her husband to sit on the sofa, covering her face and crying.

Chu Xingyun looked at them thoughtfully. The couple was a little strange. From the time they entered the door to now, they seemed to be immersed in sadness, and they were not much shocked.For example, now, the two couples are only concerned with crying, and have not had time to ask the whole story.

But the relationship between them should be very good. The husband kept putting his hand on his wife's stomach, comforting her constantly.

Yang Kaitai briefly stated the case, and then asked: "Why did he appear in Noah Square in the early morning?"

The father, who was calmer than his wife, replied: "We don't know, he was at home all day yesterday, and I went to his room to see him before going to bed. How could he suddenly run out in the middle of the night!"

"You mean, he ran out suddenly in the middle of the night, so you knew when he left home?"

Cheng's father suddenly became sadder than before, and covered his face with his hands, choked up and said, "Last night at around two o'clock, I heard movement in the yard. There are many stray cats in this community. I thought they were stray cats, so I just Didn't care. Now that you tell me he died by the lake in the early hours of the morning, I... I really regret not going out to see it!"

Cheng Xun's mother hugged her husband's shoulders, her sallow face was smudged with tears, and she cried, "We don't want it, we don't want it."

Chu Xingyun asked them about Cheng Xun's recent emotional state to judge whether he had the will to commit suicide.

I thought the couple would be surprised to hear that their son's death scene looked like a suicide, but they still couldn't express any emotions except sadness.It's like an actor who has been dragged onto the stage and hasn't learned how to control his facial expressions, so he looks stiff and stiff.

They looked at each other for a long time, as if seeking comfort from each other's eyes.Mr. Cheng has always held his wife in his arms in a protective manner, and at the same time is protecting her belly. His behavior and language have always been noticed by Chu Xingyun.

"Yes, what you said, he did."

Mr. Cheng narrated the past of his son's life, and the serious father couldn't help but burst into tears: "It was about a year ago, Xiaoxun fell ill, and he seemed to be a different person after he recovered. .His emotions are often out of control. He is always yelling at night, suspicious, anxious, afraid to go out during the day, and can't even go to school. We took him to the doctor, and the doctor said that he had mental problems. What is the precursor of bipolar disorder? Since then, he often shuts himself in the room, as if his soul has been sucked away. My mother and I communicated with him, but he ignored him. There are also a few times, he, he Banging his head against the wall, burying his face in the pillow, even scratching his own wrist."

When Mr. Cheng mentioned his son's self-harm, he suddenly put his head down, his voice choked up.

After hearing what he said, Chu Xingyun didn't say anything. He looked around and returned to Mrs. Cheng and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "Mrs. Cheng how many months pregnant?"

Mrs. Cheng replied, "Almost five months."

Chu Xingyun nodded and asked, "Can I go to Cheng Xun's room?"

Cheng's father wanted to get up and lead the way for him, but was stopped by Chu Xingyun: "No, tell me which room, and you leave the person who cooperates with me to dictate."

"Go upstairs to the first room on the right."

Chu Xingyun went up to the second floor alone and pushed open the door of the dead boy's room.

For a teenage boy, this room is too clean and monotonous. It is all plain white and has a strong smell of western medicine.Except for a few photos on the desk, there are no extra decorations.

The quilt on the single bed next to the window was a bit messy, and there were slippers under the bed. It could be seen that the master was in a hurry and didn't even have time to put on his shoes.

Chu Xingyun focused his attention on the bottles of medicine on the bedside table, and found that they were all medicines to help sleep. Judging from the remaining amount of the medicine bottle, he had already taken more than half of it. It seems that the owner of this bedroom has long-term insomnia.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Police?"

Chu Xingyun looked back, Mr. Cheng stopped his wife and Yang Kaitai and stood at the door.

"fine."

Chu Xingyun glared at Yang Kaitai without a trace, and Yang Kaitai shook his head helplessly at him.

When Mrs. Cheng saw the medicine bottle in his hand, she felt sad for a moment, and then burst into tears: "Xiao Xun is mentally weak, and he has had to rely on medicine to sleep since a year ago. Later, his symptoms It's getting worse and worse, and he's becoming less and less like himself. We sent him to see a psychiatrist, but he didn't cooperate. He just locked himself in the room all day long and suffered from severe bipolar disorder. Sometimes it's depressed, sometimes it's manic. His room has been smashed many times by him, poor boy, why should he suffer like this."

"Where's his phone?"

Mrs. Cheng was silent for another moment, this strange calm always appeared in her body from time to time: "He didn't use his mobile phone for a long time, since he became closed, any sound would make him restless and restless, including the ringtone of the mobile phone. "

Chu Xingyun simply invited them in, glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, and asked, "Are these the only medicines he usually takes?"

Mrs. Cheng said: "There are also several prescription drugs prescribed by the doctor. I keep them for him, such as olanzapine. We dare not let him keep them by himself, because we are afraid of the current situation."

Chu Xingyun: "Do you think Cheng Xun committed suicide?"

Mrs. Cheng leaned on her husband and seemed to fall down at any time. She glanced at Yang Kaitai and said, "This little comrade said that Xiaoxun took a lot of olanzapine. He didn't commit suicide, so what?"

Chu Xingyun sucked his teeth and stared at Yang Kaitai, Yang Kaitai looked away at the ceiling.

"Where did you keep the medicine?"

Accompanied by her husband, Mrs. Cheng took Chu Xingyun to the master bedroom, and only Yang Kaitai was left in the room.

Yang Kaitai scrambled to inspect the room again, but as Cheng Xun's mother said, it was smashed countless times and restored countless times, and there was no trace of the original owner.

There are too few things on the surface of the room that can reflect the personality of the owner, Yang Kaitai opened a few drawers and wardrobes, but found nothing.He closed the wardrobe door and mistakenly saw a key hanging on the drawer of the writing desk. In the whole room, only that drawer had a key hanging on it. He walked over and sat down on the chair in front of the writing desk, tried to twist the key, and there was a click Sure enough, he opened it, pulled out the drawer, and there were two books neatly placed inside, and an unframed photo on the side.

Yang Kaitai picked up the photo, and saw that it was a group photo of four boys, one of whom was the dead Cheng Xun.This photo was taken at least two or three years ago. The boy grew up so fast that changes could be seen in his bones and body shape.At that time, Cheng Xun was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was hugged by a tall, strong, dark-skinned boy. In the forest, four big boys smiled brightly and silly at the camera.

Yang Kaitai took a backup photo with his mobile phone, then put the photo back to its original position, suddenly lowered his head, stared at the few books, and saw a narrow strip of paper protruding from the top magazine.

A few minutes later, Chu Xingyun went back and forth, stood at the door and knocked on the door: "Is there any gain, Holmes kid."

Yang Kaitai's face became ugly, he stood up from the chair and walked in front of him, his eyes were flickering, he handed him a piece of pale yellow paper, and said: "Captain, your analysis of Cheng Xun being murdered seems to be wrong. .”

Chu Xingyun glanced at him, took the paper he handed over, glanced at it briefly, his face changed, and his eyes were dark and uncertain.Looking at the light yellow paper that looks like a 'letter', the tone is low and I can't tell whether it is a statement or a question: "Suicide note?"

It reads - "My feet are stuck in hell, I don't know who to ask for mercy, who to ask for help, life is a kind of torture for me, since my heart has become no longer kind, I have been I am no longer free. I am like a bird with my ankles chained. It is the shackles that teach me to struggle and repent. I would rather live in a cage, at least I will be forgiven, but I am still exiled and hurt. Sorry, Mom and Dad, if you know me, you will know that I am a jerk, I have let you down, and I have to apologize to everyone I have hurt, everyone, I am sorry. I stand in hell and look up to heaven, hoping that one day I will get relief."

Even though the 'suicide note' was right in front of him, Yang Kaitai still couldn't help asking: "Captain Chu, did you commit suicide?"

Is it suicide?

Chu Xingyun read this suicide note several times, and every time he read it, he recalled the scene of the crime in his mind. The inexhaustible and clueless information made him very confused, but he did not doubt his speculation.Handing the suicide note to Yang Kaitai, he pinched his eyebrows and said, "Take it back for handwriting identification."

Mr. Cheng said to give the couple some time to go to the police station to identify the body. Chu Xingyun and Yang Kaitai went out of the gate of the villa. Chu Xingyun stood in front of the gate and looked back at the beautiful bungalow in front of him.

"Captain, are we heading in the wrong direction?"

Yang Kaitai was very worried about this 'suicide note' in his hands.

Chu Xingyun urgently needs something to refresh himself, but he has no time to stop and smoke a cigarette, and walks non-stop to the parking place, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his steps are still floating and out of shape.

"The road to the truth extends in all directions, but only one is true, and the others are all dead ends. Now we have entered the first dead end, Comrade Sanyang, but ah, don't jump to conclusions so easily, if—"

Without half of the words, Chu Xingyun suddenly stopped, his face sank suddenly, as if he was shrouded in clouds for a moment, he turned to look at him and asked: "What is the first sentence?"

Yang Kaitai didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly followed the script: "My feet are stuck in hell, I don't know who to ask for mercy, who to ask for help, life is a kind of torture for me—"

"stop."

Chu Xingyun was stunned on the spot, as if being pierced by an ice cone, a bone-chilling coolness crawled along his neck to his back.

He remembered that there was such a sentence in the prank email-I stand in hell and ask you for help.

"I'm at a loss. I'm asking you for help in hell. Officer Chu, please help me!"

In the dark night, a pair of eyes that were blue and black due to long-term insomnia suddenly turned sharp. His pale skin made his face exude a strong dead air, but his dark pupils were still full of energy, like two deep wells. Many murderous intentions and murderous intentions buried in the dust, he said: Help me.