what's in the depths

The radiant night market gate and the towering TV tower are hidden in the clouds and mist. You can faintly see the lights from the signal lights. It seems that all the vehicles in the whole city are gathering in this direction. A central point, But there are also countless scattered places, and then they keep extending and converging——

Zhu Yuhan was still sitting in the police station flipping through Chongwen's student files one by one, leaving only a small dim lamp.

What he can't figure out now is what is the relationship between the comic strip sent to the police station and the student who fell from the building.

Even if it does matter, who sent the painting?

The courier said it was a middle-aged man, but he couldn't remember the face, so the clues became more and more confusing.

How did a middle-aged man get in touch with sixteen or seventeen-year-old school students.

Could it be that this Yuan Ming, like Zhang Wei before him, was a homosexual and was abandoned by homosexuals. He was heartbroken and committed suicide by jumping off a building?

What does that have to do with the middle-aged man who sent the painting?

There are nearly 2000 students in Chongwen, and checking them one by one is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, which takes too much energy and time.

Flipping through, I saw the file of the student named Fu Yuzhi again.

It's not that there's anything special about him, it's just that he's impressive because of his good looks.

Looking at the files, the family conditions are also good, and the child dropped out of school for a year in order to take care of his younger brother more conveniently, just to study in the same grade as his younger brother.

Such a good boy.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the handsome little boy in the photo with emotion, and couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Just as his mind was wandering, the phone rang. Zhu Yuhan took out his phone and saw that it was Fu Huaiyu.

He picked it up angrily, with a bad attitude:

"Didn't I tell you that I'm on night shift this week, why are you still calling?"

"Don't be sentimental. I bought some food and I happened to pass by the police station. I'll bring it to you. Come out. I'm at the door."

Passing by "by the way" after one o'clock in the morning, Fu Huaiyu's reason is really convincing.

"You just come in, it's so cold outside."

"You come out."

Fu Huaiyu was tough.

Considering that he was really reluctant to set foot in the police station that could remind him of his sad past, Zhu Yuhan had no choice but to put on his coat and go out while complaining.

Fu Huaiyu's car was parked outside the police station with double flashing lights. Seeing Zhu Yuhan, he lightly pressed the horn to signal.

Zhu Yuhan rubbed his hands, opened the car door and got in, exhaling coldly.

Fu Huaiyu adjusted the heating to the highest level, took out a sandwich and a bottle of hot milk from the convenience bag next to the seat, and handed them over.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the sandwich and pouted:

"That's it, tasteless."

"It's time, and the shops are almost closed." Fu Huaiyu unscrewed the cap of the hot milk bottle and handed it to Zhu Yuhan.

"Nonsense, the barbecue must still be open." Zhu Yuhan argued hard.

"Dirty." Fu Huaiyu seemed too lazy to argue with him, pinched Zhu Yuhan's face and poured milk into his mouth.

It took Zhu Yuhan a lot of effort to free his face from Fu Huaiyu's Lushan claws:

"You think I'm a slop bucket! Fill it with raw water!"

He wiped his mouth, then pulled out a few tissues to wipe his milk-soaked clothes.

After a long while, I smashed my mouth again, seemingly endless aftertaste:

"Sweet milk, how do you know that I like to drink this kind of milk? I haven't seen this sweet milk for many years, and I thought it was taken off the shelf."

"Children like to drink something sweet."

As he spoke, Fu Huaiyu yawned greatly.

"Sleepy?" Seeing him like this, Zhu Yuhan felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay." Fu Huaiyu opened his sour eyes, pinching the space between his brows wearily: "I'll go back after you finish eating."

Zhu Yuhan took the sandwich, stuffed it into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, gave him another mouthful of milk, and said inarticulately while chewing:

"After eating, you go back soon. Is it really okay to be sleepy like this? Do you want me to drive you back?"

Fu Huaiyu unlocked the car and shook his head: "Hurry up and go back to the police station, I don't worry if you send me back and come back by yourself."

"Don't worry! Except you! No one will be interested in a 30-year-old uncle like me!"

Zhu Yuhan got out of the car, closed the door, and walked back to the police station. When he turned around, he found Fu Huaiyu's car was still parked there.

He paced back again, opened the car door, and was about to ask Fu Huaiyu why he didn't leave, when he saw that the guy had fallen asleep leaning on the backrest.

Zhu Yuhan lay there and watched for a long time, and after confirming that he was really asleep, he raised his hand to turn off the warm air, untied his coat and covered him, and carefully tidied the broken hair on his forehead, and said softly:

"Good night."

He returned to the police station, moved the notebook downstairs to the police hall, facing Fu Huaiyu's car, and could see him as soon as he looked up.

Because he was afraid that Fu Huaiyu would be poisoned by carbon dioxide, he had to turn off the heating; he was also afraid that he would be cold, so he gave him the only coat.

The hands of the clock passed quietly, turning round and round.

In the silent night, only the sound of his own slight breathing could be heard.

Feeling drowsy, Zhu Yuhan still held his head up, his eyes fixed on Fu Huaiyu's car.

Despite having a strong spiritual support, the normal physiology of the human body cannot be suppressed. Zhu Yuhan kept saying "can't sleep" in his heart, but after all, he couldn't resist the old man with white beard waving to him slowly.

Then, he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, it is also a messy illusion.

After a while, it was the end of the world. A tsunami broke out and submerged 90.00% of the land. He and Fu Huaiyu swam in the water and couldn't find land after swimming for half a day;

After a while, there was another large-scale infection of the zombie virus. Fu Huaiyu was also infected with the zombie virus. He had become disrespectful and had no IQ at all, but holding a human heart, he asked himself in very unskilled Mandarin whether he wanted to eat it... …

Then, Chu Rong appeared. He captured hundreds of zombies for cadaver experiments, and finally developed a pathogen vaccine that can resist the zombie virus. Once the vaccine was released, it was quickly sold out by major hospital pharmacies.

Zhu Yuhan also wanted to ask for one for Fu Huaiyu, but the vaccine was in short supply, so the United Nations came forward and forced Chu Rong to develop more of this vaccine. Chu Rong was finally forced to commit suicide and detonated the research institute.

The phone ringing interspersed, Zhu Yuhan had been trying to find the source of the ringing, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

He woke up suddenly, looked up and looked around in a daze.

It was already dawn, and the hour hand pointed to seven.

"Damn it, what kind of dream is this..." Zhu Yuhan wiped his saliva and got up together, his clothes slipping off his body.

He picked up his coat, reviewed what happened before in three seconds, and then remembered that last night Fu Huaiyu came to give him supper, but fell asleep in the car, so he moved the computer to a place where it was just right. Seeing Fu Huaiyu coming to work in the police hall, he finally fell asleep unconsciously.

There was another shrill bell.

Zhu Yuhan was startled, and then realized that the ringtone was real and not a dream.

He looked out while picking up the phone, and found that Fu Huaiyu had left at some point.

"Hi, hello, I'm Chu Rong from the Forensic Medicine Department."

Zhu Yuhan breathed a long sigh of relief.Still remembering the dream from last night in my mind.

"what happened?"

"We dissected Yuan Ming's body last night and found..."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Yuhan interrupted him: "He fell like that, can he still be dissected?"

There was silence for a long time, and then there was an echo:

"can."

"Then you go on."

"That's right. We checked the eyeballs of the deceased and found that the white eyeballs were covered with a large amount of blood. In addition, the deceased had pulmonary edema during his lifetime. A large amount of tissue fluid accumulated in the alveoli, interstitium of the lungs, and small bronchi. It is estimated that this is non-cardiogenic pulmonary edema, that is to say, in addition to excessive absorption of harmful gases, the cause may also be ... long-term insomnia or staying up late."

"Stay up late for a long time?"

"Yes, and there are bloodshots on the surface of his eyeballs, but the bloodshots are not pressure bleeding caused by the impact. That's why we say that the deceased Yuan Ming may often stay up late during his lifetime."

It is understandable for an office worker to often suffer from insomnia and stay up late, but for a student, and as far as the classmates said, he is not the kind of student who particularly cares about academic performance, what would cause his insomnia?

Family reasons?School violence?Or is it the social factors outside the school?

The causes of insomnia can basically be summarized into two types:

Caused by physiological factors and mental factors.

After Chu Rong dissected Yuan Ming's body, no other organ or tissue lesions were found, so it was caused by mental factors.

Long-term insomnia caused by mental factors is nothing more than excessive stress. The previous investigation of Yuan Ming's parents and family conditions was not enough to constitute excessive mental stress. After thinking about it, this layer of mental pressure still comes from the school.

Standing outside the fence of the school playground, Zhu Yuhan looked at the youthful students, and couldn't help feeling a lot of thoughts.

In fact, the time at school is the most beautiful and relaxing time. You don’t have to face intrigues among adults, and you don’t have to bear the burden of your family. On the rooftop, the road of no return.

Zhu Yuhan was staring at Yuan Ming's personal information on the screen in a daze, and the phone in the office kept ringing like a reminder.

He picked up the phone casually, and heard the man shout impatiently:

"Express delivery! Downstairs!"

Zhu Yuhan froze for a moment, looked at the phone in his hand, got up suddenly, and rushed downstairs without putting on his coat.

It was the same courier guy from last time, still messing around in the wind with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing Zhu Yuhan, he handed over the courier in his hand:

"A document again..."

Zhu Yuhan took the file bag and weighed it in his hand, it was very light.

"I paid special attention to the person who sent the document to the police station this time... You may not believe it, it's a little girl who looks only ___ years old..."

Zhu Yuhan suddenly raised his head, staring at the courier:

"Where's the address? Where's the mailing address?"

"She sent it at our agency, and the address also filled in the address of the agency."

Zhu Yuhan tore open the file bag, and a few sheets of paper floated out from inside.

Looking at these few pieces of paper, his heart also hangs in the air.

I picked them up and counted them, and there were still six. The picture once again drew a picture of the death process in the form of a comic strip.

A boy cut off his left hand and gnawed it clean, leaving only bones.

In the end, the boy died of excessive blood loss.

The background of the picture looks like an abandoned warehouse.

Looking at the picture, Zhu Yuhan felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

On the last page of the drawing paper, several artistic fonts were written on it with a marker pen:

"HOLYKING"

The translation is the holy king.