what's in the depths

"Where did you come from the second child, give yourself a nickname of KING." Zhu Yuhan muttered, throwing the document on the table casually.

"That's impossible to say."

Xiao Liu interjected, he took the folder to look at it, and then opened it casually.

"A class game is especially popular among middle school students. It's called the King's Game. It's different from the traditional King's Game. It's said that it's divided into five levels, and each level has its own tasks."

"What's so funny about it."

"You don't think it's fun, but the students don't think so. For example, my cousin, who got the civilian card, handed over all the pocket money to the king last month. Why don't you say that the money didn't fall into the king's pocket, but the pope? For the Pope."

"Such obvious nonsense, your cousin actually believed it?"

When Zhu Yuhan heard this, he found it incredible.

There are a lot of fools these days.

Xiao Liu opened the file and took out a few sheets of printing paper from it.

Counting, there are six in total, and some small illustrations are drawn on each of them.

"Is this person in the wrong place? We are a police station, not a game company." Xiao Liu looked at the illustrations.

"What are you drawing?" Zhu Yuhan leaned over with great interest.

"I don't know which game company is developing a Diablo game. It probably tells the whole process of a person falling from a building."

"What kind of game is this?" Zhu Yuhan pouted.

"Haven't you played it? Many foreign companies have developed a lot of depressing puzzle-solving games, such as that SWEETSCHOOL. If you can't get the key to escape from the school in the end, you will receive a mysterious phone call, informing you that you have to go to school at the designated time and place. The baptism of death is performed by drawing lots."

"What the hell, can this game be sold?"

"So far there is no Chinese version in China. Many people abroad have played it. To put it bluntly, it is a brainwashing game. It will require you to wake up at a fixed time every day, like [-]:[-] in the morning, and then pray. This task You have to do it for a month first, and then you can proceed to the next level after you finish it.”

Zhu Yuhan waved his hands in disgust: "It's a big deal, let's stop playing, is there really anyone playing this kind of game?"

Xiao Liu nodded: "Not only are there, but there are many, but as far as I know, no one has cleared the customs so far."

"Wouldn't it mean that everyone who doesn't pass the level must die?"

"Yes, they are all dead. The way of death is very strange. Later, the foreign police blocked the game, and the producer was also arrested. It is said that he was a cynical extreme maniac, but fortunately it was locked up, otherwise there would be trouble. How many lives."

Zhu Yuhan took the few sheets of paper and flipped through them one by one.

The content of the first one is a drawing of a man receiving a text message. The content of the text message is an instruction that he must jump off the building within 10 minutes.

The second picture shows the man running to the rooftop.

The third picture shows the man hesitating and not daring to jump down.

The fourth picture shows the man made up his mind, closed his eyes and jumped down.

The fifth picture shows the man falling to the bottom of the building, with his limbs dislocated and bloody.

The last one, with only a string of English letters on it:

"HOLYKING"

The contents of these illustrations are too dark and creepy to watch.

"It may be who is playing a prank. I can't say for sure." Zhu Yuhan put the file back on the table and waited for the deputy director to come back to deal with it.

During the period when Lao Chen was suspended for inspection, the work of the police station was temporarily taken over by the deputy bureau.

Compared with Lao Chen, Deputy Bureau Lao Li seems to be a little rusty in handling some police affairs. He is cautious in what he does, thinks a lot, and talks a lot of nonsense. There are quite a lot.

The two were complaining about Lao Li when suddenly the office phone rang again.

Zhu Yuhan quickly picked up the phone, and then heard that there was a death, and asked the police to come to Chongwen Middle School quickly.

Fu Huaiyu also booked a private seat in the western restaurant today, Zhu Yuhan thought that he would get off work on time today, but unexpectedly, a murder call changed all plans.

When they arrived at the scene, Hawthorne and Chu Rong were already waiting there.

The school was surrounded by parents of students who rushed to the school to take their children home after hearing the news that a student had jumped off the building.

Many onlookers cried in fright, and a young teacher immediately vomited in fright after seeing this scene.

"What's going on here?"

"Around seven o'clock, the students who were studying in the evening saw someone jumping from upstairs and immediately called the police."

Chu Rong walked out from the encirclement of the criminal police, pulled up the cordon, put on gloves and a mask, and walked to the side of the dead boy.

The boy has been confirmed to be dead, and the death is extremely tragic, with dislocated limbs, only a little flesh on the neck, and blood stained a large area of ​​floor tiles.

The principal was still anxiously explaining something to Hawthorne, taking out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe the cold sweat off his bald forehead.

"It's too miserable." Zhu Yuhan took a look, took out his DSLR, and took a picture around the bloodstain.

"Which floor did you jump from?" He walked up to a teacher who looked calm and asked.

The male teacher shook his head: "I'm really not sure about this. I was watching the class at the time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an object falling from upstairs. Before I could react, the students rushed to the window sill."

Zhu Yuhan looked up at the teaching building and counted, the highest was six floors, and there was a roof above it.

The bald-headed principal on the side was eager to explain that there was no such thing as a teacher's unspoken rules for students or students committing suicide for love.

"Now we need to know which floor the child jumped from. The sixth floor is still the rooftop!" Zhu Yuhan became impatient and interrupted the chattering principal.

"If something goes wrong, just choose yourself out, is the choice clear?"

As soon as these words came out, the headmaster immediately shut up obediently.

This is terrible, it is a private school itself, and the source of students has not been good, and if there is any murder, his school will not be able to open, of course he has to choose outside first.

"The roof, when the incident happened, there were students on the sixth floor who were studying by themselves last night. They also saw the moment when the deceased jumped from it, so it should be the roof."

Upon hearing this, several people picked up the survey box and hurried to the rooftop.

There is nothing on the roof, just a large open space, only the drainpipe on the side has become rusty due to the wind and rain.

"Is this rooftop usually closed?"

"Normally it is not locked. Sometimes the teachers of the physical education group will take some equipment to the roof to bask in the sun to get rid of the moisture. It was locked before, and every day a teacher came to ask for the key. They found it troublesome, so they opened it. Usually, the students would not come up. Our school mechanism is very perfect, there will be a roll call in class, and there will be a head check in the evening self-study..."

The principal was still reporting on the perfect teaching system of their school, Zhu Yuhan was no longer interested in listening, and interrupted him:

"Then why there is one less student in the evening self-study, you don't even know."

Usually at this time, according to the normal procedure, there must be an insignificant character who will take the blame.

The principal looked around and selected the young teacher who was shivering in the corner.

An art teacher who loves to write Tanmei novels and has become a grumpy old man at a young age.

The teacher was pulled over by the principal and realized that something was wrong. He covered his mouth and began to cry bitterly:

"I, I, I, I was working on courseware, I didn't pay attention, maybe he slipped out through the back door, I really didn't see it, I'm sorry!"

The young art teacher felt that she was so unlucky, she was pulled by the grade director for no reason to watch the evening self-study, and the student who died was still in her class.

If this matter gets out, it will be a big deal.

Not only dereliction of duty, but may even bear the infamy of "dereliction of duty".

It took three years for me to take the exam to get the teaching qualifications. If I just let it go in my hands, her mother would have to kill her...

There are too many and messy footprints on the roof, so we can only reproduce the clear shoe prints with plaster, but this is not a small project.

Shoe prints are important physical evidence at the crime scene. The police can judge the height, weight, occupation and some daily behaviors of the parties based on the size and wear of the shoe prints.

For example, sometimes the wear on the soles of the soles of the soles of the shoes collected at the scene is relatively serious, so it can be concluded that the owner of the shoes should be a driver or something. They often step on the accelerator and brake, so the soles of the soles of the soles of the soles of the soles of the soles of the soles of the forefoot are severely worn;

Another example is shoe prints with serious wear on the heel. It can be judged that the person concerned has the habit of dragging his feet when walking, which is commonly known as "walking without lifting the foot", so the wear on the heel will be very serious.

And these are the keys to solving the case.

The traces left by each person are unique, which also has a lot to do with the individual's living habits, so as to judge the characteristics of the suspect and narrow the scope of investigation.

But sometimes, like now, there are many and messy footprints on the roof, and even if you judge everyone's habits, it is difficult to define whether it is suicide or homicide based on the existing clues.

After surveying the scene, the poor corpse was put into a body bag.

It was even difficult for the police to drag the corpse up completely. With a slight pull, the hands were separated from the torso like soft dough.

After taking the team back to the police station, only to find that Fu Huaiyu had made more than a dozen phone calls.

Zhu Yuhan slapped his forehead, and completely forgot about Fu Huaiyu's troubles. He will definitely make moral accusations against himself again in a while.

So Zhu Yuhan made a phone call. He wanted to apologize first, but Fu Huaiyu beat him one step:

"Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to sit alone in the couple seat."

Sure enough, Fu Huaiyu questioned him characteristically.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the sudden case has just been dealt with, and I will go there right away."

Zhu Yuhan changed into casual clothes while talking, greeted Xiao Liu and the others, and hurried to the western restaurant that Fu Huaiyu had sent to locate him.

Zhu Yuhan drove the car all the way, and it took him a long time to find the western restaurant Fu Huaiyu was looking for.

Just looking at the front door, it is very luxurious.

A western restaurant that specializes in Italian cuisine is said to require a membership system, that is to say, you have to recharge 30 yuan to become a member before you can eat, and the discount for each dish is only a little bit, and the membership card deducts 1000 Yuan money, that is to say, if you want to get back the [-] yuan, you have to come here at least forty or fifty times.

Many times, Zhu Yuhan really couldn't understand Fu Huaiyu's brain circuit.

Western food is only that little bit, and it is dead expensive, eating it is the same as not eating it.

It's not as good as hot pot, and you can eat it for two or three hundred.

Zhu Yuhan parked the car annoyed, wondering why there wasn't a parking boy here to park for him like in the TV series. The little brother stopped:

"Excuse me, sir, our store has a rule that you must wear formal clothes to eat inside."