what's in the depths

The deep and elegant melody of the cello passed through the concert hall.

Girls in knitted school uniforms danced to the music, flexible and graceful like swans.

The night wind raised her long ink-splashed hair, and the girl danced to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, bending her body backward, her soft waist like a tender willow.

She stopped suddenly, maintaining the posture of bending over, quietly looking at the stars in the sky, with a peaceful smile on her fair and clean face.

The long hair hangs in the air, swaying gently with the breeze.

Behind is the bottomless abyss.

The sound of the cello stopped abruptly, and in the quiet night, only the faint sound of the wind could be heard.

The girl raised one hand and gracefully swiped it backwards. Then, she slowly raised the right leg that supported the center of gravity, and raised it high.

With a loud noise, the red lotus suddenly opened under the night.

The girl's eyes were wide open, and her slender eyelashes were like a dying butterfly, finally, unable to flap its wings anymore.

"Relieved..." The girl's rosy cheeks pressed against the cold ground.

At the last moment, she said so.

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Zhu Yuhan was reading Luo Ziyi's closing report with a tube of instant noodles in his hand.

The mobile phone receives a message that the booking is successful.

Open the message, confirm it multiple times, then forward the message to Chu Rong, and add a sentence:

"The temperature in my house is low, so wear more clothes."

The SMS icon rotated a few times, indicating that the message was sent successfully.

Immediately afterwards, the strange ringtone of monkey calls suddenly sounded, even if he listened to it every day, Zhu Yuhan still couldn't help shivering with fright.

At first glance, how can Director Chen have the time to condolences to himself.

I thought it was probably old Chen Suai's long-winded words like "Young people, don't be impulsive" and "Don't make trouble with reporters", but when they answered it, it was Director Chen's old voice with anxious meaning:

"Return to the team quickly, emergencies."

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When Zhu Yuhan arrived at the legendary "St. Vital Academy of Art", the team members had already rushed to take pictures and collect evidence.

The reason why it is called "legendary" is because the well-known "San Vital" is a first-class secondary art school in China. The school has a long history. It was undertaken by the Italian government in the [-]th century. all.

St. Vital Academy of Art mainly recruits students majoring in music and art, and the tuition fees are outrageously high. Those who come here to study are either the second generation of officials or prominent families.

The college building is a typical Baroque style. In the [-]th century, this Baroque style mainly served European royal families and nobles, so it strives for luxury, with a strong romantic and religious flavor.

Zhu Yuhan pushed away the students who were whispering in a group, pulled up the cordon and got in.

A girl in a European-style school uniform was lying on the bottom of the teaching building, her eyes wide open, her brains mixed with dried blood, one of her leather shoes was missing, and her knee-length stockings were stained red with blood.

A beautiful curly-haired girl next to her was sobbing and kept calling out a name:

"Le Guang..."

Xiao Liu hurried over and saluted Zhu Yuhan: "Zhu team."

"What's the situation?" Looking at the girl who fell from the building, Zhu Yuhan couldn't help frowning.

"The name of the deceased is Tang Leguang. He was 16 years old and a second-year student at the Dance Academy. He was found dead by a student falling from a building at [-]:[-] this morning."

"First carry the body to Chu Rong for an autopsy, and the first witnesses, classmates and school principals are all brought back to the police station to make notes."

Zhu Yuhan clenched his hands tightly, trying to restrain his emotions as much as possible.

At the age of 16, her life has just begun. What happened to her made her choose to jump off a building and end her life early.

Xiao Liu nodded and waved at several police officers.

The police put the body in a body bag and loaded it on a stretcher.

Suddenly, the curly-haired girl who had been yelling the name of the girl who fell from the building just now vigorously pushed the policeman away, stopped the policeman who was about to carry the body away, knelt down in front of Tang Leguang's body, forcibly tore open the body bag, and lay down Wailing on her body.

The crying was heartbreaking, and the atmosphere of grief infected everyone present.

"Le Guang, wake up, please, wake up, don't leave me..."

The curly-haired girl buried her face in the arms of Tang Leguang's corpse, and tightly grasped her school uniform with both hands.

"Who is this girl?" Zhu Yuhan tapped the curly-haired girl with his chin.

"Friends of the deceased, but not in the same class."

Zhu Yuhan nodded: "Take them back to the police station."

After that, Zhu Yuhan put on gloves, took the toolbox, and carefully inspected the scene.

After searching for a long time, no useful clues were found, and the crowd was evacuated. Zhu Yuhan and all members of the criminal investigation department planned to go to the first crime location for further investigation.

At this moment, a boy ran over and slipped a note into Zhu Yuhan's hand.

Zhu Yuhan hid aside and unfolded the note, on which there was a line of beautiful small characters:

"There is a ghost on the top floor."

Zhu Yuhan froze for a moment, then turned to look at the boy who had slipped the note to him, and saw him looking at him expectantly.

"Take that boy back to the police station for a record." Zhu Yuhan whispered to Xiao Liu.

First of all, just because a girl fell to her death from a building cannot be regarded as a suicide case, and homicide or other circumstances cannot be ruled out.

Zhu Yuhan looked up at the teaching building where the girl fell, a baroque building with no roof, only French windows opened on the sixth or seventh floor.

Zhu Yuhan led the team into the room, and found that the room was empty, except for a black and smooth cello lying quietly by the wall.

The cello is a high-end version of the Hidland family. Generally, the price of a cello is 500-5000 RMB, but this one is a world-class limited edition, and there are only three in the world, so the price is set at between 65 and 120 million. It is not affordable by ordinary families.

Zhu Yuhan collected fingerprints on the cello and shoe prints on the floor of the room, and planned to take them back to the police station for further investigation.

The police station was full of students, wearing thin but beautiful school uniforms, huddled together and shivering.

"It's such a cold day, and you still wear such a thin school uniform. You need style and not warmth." Zhu Yuhan really couldn't understand the current students, and he wanted to put all the clothes in the closet on his body to keep warm.

The school uniform of St. Vital Academy of Arts is the most common shirt in the movie with a gray sleeveless sweater and a formal dress jacket outside. The boys are okay, but most of the girls are short skirts that do not reach the knee, white knee-length socks and open insteps. brown leather shoes, and when she sat down, her thighs were exposed to the cold air.

"It's not what we want to wear, the school stipulates it." A girl couldn't help retorting.

"The person in charge of your school is out of his mind." Zhu Yuhan cursed.

"Our car will pick you up and drop you off. In fact, the road from the school gate to the classroom will be a bit colder." The girl's "I have money" argument really made Zhu Yuhan speechless.

Simply ignore them.

The curly-haired girl who stopped the police from carrying the dead body away and kept crying was sitting far away from the crowd, huddled in a corner and hugging her knees, not saying a word.

Zhu Yuhan walked over, patted the girl on the shoulder, and handed her a cup of steaming water.

The curly-haired girl didn't move, her eyes were staring blankly at the smooth floor tiles of the police station.

Zhu Yuhan sighed and put the hot water beside her.

Xiao Liu came over and said, "Team Zhu, we checked the deceased's life experience. Her parents died since she was a child, and she was brought up by her grandmother. Her family was poor, but her grades were very good. In the high school entrance examination, she was ranked first in the city by St. Vital College. Exceptional admission."

"Have you notified her grandmother?"

"Called, but no one answered."

Zhu Yuhan nodded, and took over the files: "Call the students to take notes one by one. Is their administrative director here?"

"No, it is said that the principal and the administrative director went to Italy to participate in the teaching seminar a week ago, and only the teaching office and the head teacher came."

"Understood, let the students come over first, turn on the air conditioner, and see them shivering from the cold." Zhu Yuhan waved his hand and walked into the recording room.

The first person to come in was the monitor of the deceased's class, the only daughter of the city's leading real estate tycoon, estimated to be worth tens of billions.

The girl is very good-looking and has a very good temperament, but she will inadvertently show disdain and contempt for the surrounding environment.

She said that the deceased Tang Leguang was notoriously poor, and the cost of the school uniform was borrowed. If it weren't for his good grades, how could he be recruited by St. Vitale.

"How much are your school uniforms?" Zhu Yuhan only remembered that when he was studying, sports uniforms were distributed by the school for free.

"Six thousand and eight sets, four sets in total, one set for each season, and class uniforms."

Zhu Yuhan scolded the evil capitalism thousands of times in his heart.

"When Tang Qionggui first entered school, she couldn't even afford lunch, and she didn't have the money to buy a musical instrument, so she chose to major in dance." The rich girl's tone was rather haughty.

"People have names and surnames. Respecting others will make you lose your air?" Zhu Yuhan tapped the table with his pen, as if he was very dissatisfied with the girl's belittling and rude attitude.

The rich girl spread her hands in disdain: "Just tell the truth."

"Then did she have any classmates or teachers who had a tense relationship before her death?"

The rich girl thought for a while: "No, although she is poor, she has a good personality, and she is second to none in both professional and cultural courses, so teachers and classmates like her very much."

The girl paused, frowned suddenly, hesitated for a while, seemed confused, and then slowly said: "Actually, I like her quite a lot..."

As she spoke, the rich girl's eyes gradually turned red, and then she lowered her head hastily, and after a long time, raised her head with a proud smile on her face:

"Does the police uncle have any questions? If not, I'll go first."

Since he did not learn musical instruments and the family was poor, it is impossible for the deceased to have the cello in the classroom on the top floor.

Ask a few more students, and the answers are almost the same.

Tang Leguang was humble and gentle during his lifetime. He never blushed with anyone. In the words of his classmates, she was a girl who smiled very warmly. Just like her name, she radiated happiness.

When mentioning her, the teacher at the school also expressed regret:

"That child has good grades, is well-behaved and sensible, and has made it to where she is today with her own efforts. Originally, the school planned to recommend her to participate in the international dance competition in the next year, but said she would not be there... What a pity, what a pity, What a pity……"

The teacher repeated three "it's a pity" in succession, and his grief and indignation were beyond words.

"Are there any other recommenders for the dance competition? There should be alternate students." Zhu Yuhan wondered whether this case was a tragedy caused by "jealousy".

The teacher thought for a while: "Indeed, there is a girl named Shangguan Shidi in the third grade, yes, the girl who threw herself on Tang Leguang and cried."