The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

Friday is supposed to be a happy day of idleness and laziness, but today's school atmosphere is different from usual.

It was big news that someone jumped off a building on campus. It was a big news early in the morning. Every class, club, and group WeChat group opened, and everyone was discussing this new thing.Soon, the name of the class of the girl involved in the accident became known to the whole school—Yao Jing is a senior girl. Although her family conditions are average, she heard that her grades and abilities are good. Before the end of the summer vacation, she was recruited by the internship company. Unexpectedly, this kind of thing happened just after the beginning of the senior year.

But soon someone said that Yao Jing's suicide was not without trace.

Her roommate said that Yao Jing had been in a bad mood since the beginning of school, and often quarreled when she called home, which could be heard in the corridor.When I got up to go to the toilet at night, I heard Yao Jing crying, probably because of some conflict with the family.Soon, someone explained that Yao Jing's family disliked the low salary offered by her internship company to fresh graduates, and hoped that she could go back to her hometown directly after graduation and not stay here, but Yao Jing disagreed.Some people also said that Yao Jing's application for graduation practice was not going well. Since the beginning of school, she has not been very happy. She always walks alone and doesn't chat with everyone very much.There are many topics of speculation, but no one knows that I was the only witness to yesterday's incident. Both the police station and the school have concealed this incident very well.

The only class today is a mixed major class. I arrived early, but I stayed at the door of the lecture theater and didn't go in.Ten minutes before the start of the class, the students lazily appeared one after another, saying hello to those who knew each other, and those who did not know would inevitably look at me more.I began to regret why I didn't go first to find a seat, and now it's like welcoming guests.

After a while, even the teacher had already set up his position on the podium, and Bian Yao came late.

Bian Yao is the name I found out from Zheng Yan yesterday, the figure who flashed by outside the gymnasium, the person who looked down from the roof of the building.

Most tall people are somewhat hunchbacked, and he is no exception. Bian Yao looks sloppy and sleepy, with a slightly bent back and wet hair covering the glasses frames.He didn't even look at me when he entered the door, leaving only a gust of wind with the smell of shampoo.

"There is a strange smell on my body." I suddenly thought of Zheng Yan's comment, is there any?

When I came back to my senses, I quickly followed Bian Yao into the classroom—he sat down in the last row of the lecture theater, and I went straight to the seat next to him, and spread out the textbooks and notebooks pretending to be unintentional, with a calm expression on my face. look straight ahead.

In front of me and Bian Yao, we were separated from other students by three rows of empty seats, and everyone turned their heads to look at us.

I:"……"

I couldn't help turning my head to look at Bian Yao. Compared with the inquiring eyes of my classmates, besides confusion, there was also impatience in capital letters on his face.

Bian Yao frowned, clutching the brand-new textbook without a hem with his fingers, as if hesitating whether to change his position.

"Don't move," I said hastily, "I have something to ask you."

He looked even more confused: "I don't know you."

"I know, my name is Zou Chuyang, and I also know your name is Bian Yao, but these are not important."

"unimportant?"

"Yes, I just have one... two, a few questions for you." I said in the most steady voice possible, "Yesterday afternoon, seven o'clock..."

"Too conspicuous." Bian Yao interrupted me suddenly.

me?"

"I said you are too conspicuous and annoying." When he said this, he didn't even look at me. He lowered his head and opened the book, stopping at the completely wrong chapter.

This guy is too rude, right?

"Not this chapter," I said.

This time it was his turn to "Huh?"

"It's Chapter 5, haven't you attended the class? Also, what do you mean I'm too conspicuous?" I asked.

Bian Yao glanced at me quickly and said, "Just ask me if you have something to say, do you have to find such a way? Everyone is watching us, how can I sleep like this?"

I'm speechless... Do you still have a face when you sleep in class?

Not wanting to entangle him with such meaningless content, I quickly said, "Where were you at around 07:30 yesterday afternoon?"

Bian Yao calmly said, "What, 07:30? Probably eating."

"Think about it carefully," I said, "Think about it carefully."

Bian Yao squinted at me impatiently: "Why don't you just tell me what you want to know? From your tone, you already have the answer in your heart."

"That's right," I said bluntly, "I saw you yesterday, on the top floor of Unit [-], Building B, Old Teacher's Apartment. After the girl jumped off, I saw you looking down from the roof."

Bian Yao was quiet, he turned his head slowly, and I noticed that under the heavy cover of bangs and glasses, his pupils seemed to be very light in color, close to amber, but there was no emotion inside.

"Is that you?" he asked.

I nodded: "I know you saw me too, but I didn't see you get down until the police and ambulance came from behind."

Bian Yao thought for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you tell the police?"

"Should I tell the police?" I asked back.

He shrugged indifferently, with a look of indifference, so I took out my mobile phone, found the WeChat account of the police uncle, and muttered while typing.

"Hi Uncle Police, I'm Zou who came to the police station yesterday..."

"Wait." Bian Yao said.

I put away my phone and looked at him, and he said, "Don't look at me, look at the podium."

"If... I told you why I was there, wouldn't you tell the police?"

"Not necessarily," I said honestly, "there is a high probability that I will say it."

Bian Yao choked for a moment and said, "I will be in trouble if you do this, I don't like trouble."

I didn't answer, and he could only go on: "The girl committed suicide, I know, because I saw it happen. In fact, I tried to talk her down, or at least delay it. But she climbed up." At that time, I was determined enough, and I couldn't even say a few words to her, so she jumped off."

I was shocked after hearing this, and asked again: "No, how did you know her, and how did you know that she would want to commit suicide at that time? Even her roommate didn't know why she ran to the roof of the teacher's apartment building."

"I don't know her, I just bumped into her by chance." Bian Yao said, "I went there to find Teacher Zhang on the sixth floor. He is the deputy director of the Department of Finance and Economics. I wanted to consult him about changing majors, but the office was empty. Twice before rushing to someone else's house."

"When I came out of Teacher Zhang's house, the girl happened to be walking upstairs. She looked in a strange state at the time, as if she didn't see me at all, but I didn't think much about it." Bian Yao said slightly. Turning her head, her amber eyes were calm: "But you said, the sixth floor is already the top floor, so why does she want to go upstairs?"

I got goosebumps from his question and asked, "So you just followed?"

Bian Yao nodded: "Actually, I really don't like to be nosy, and I was ready to go back. But after going down two floors, I still felt something was wrong, so I turned back up again."

He stopped here, because we all saw the result later, the girl named Yao Jing still jumped down from the roof resolutely.

After a moment of silence, I asked, "So why on earth is she... so confused?"

Bian Yao shrugged his shoulders, meaning how did he know, but his indifferent look was really glaring, I asked, "Didn't you say a few words to her?"

Bian Yao said: "She was very emotional at the time. I don't remember if she cried or not. Anyway, she kept apologizing and saying sorry. But I didn't know her before, so I couldn't understand what she was saying."

I thought about it, and then asked, "Then the police came, why didn't you come downstairs?"

"You also know that the police are here. I am the last witness. There is no surveillance in that kind of old building. How can I tell?" Bian Yao scratched at his long hair—wet hair dries slowly Afterwards, he became extremely fluffy and curly. He was a little annoyed and issued a declaration of social terror: "I hate trouble the most. There are places with too many people, places that are too noisy, and places with too much presence..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped talking, and I stopped asking questions. The teacher on the podium kept talking, and I suddenly lost my mind and thought, this position is so far away from the whiteboard, and it is also good to be separated from other students. Far.Bian Yao next to me seemed disturbed by my meal and gave up the idea of ​​going to sleep. He turned to Chapter 5 of the brand-new textbook and listened to the class boredly. We didn't say a word until the bell rang.

After class, I packed up my things and walked out of the classroom. The counselor who had been waiting at the door saw me at a glance and waved to me.

"Ms. Chen." I looked down at her and said hello honestly.

"Hmm." The counselor motioned me to follow her to a corner where there were fewer people - everyone dispersed very quickly on Friday, and there were not many people left in the building.

"I sent you on WeChat," the counselor said, "Teacher Zhai is free every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, and usually sits at the school doctor's office, but he is very popular, so you should talk to him in advance. It’s safer to make an appointment.”

I froze for a moment: "Who?"

She raised her chin and signaled me to look at the phone. I clicked on the business card she sent me, and I realized after a while: "Psychiatrist?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhai has his own studio outside. His hourly fee is very expensive, you should cherish it." The counselor said, "He is an alumnus of our school and has a special cooperative relationship with the school, so he consults and tutors in the school. The fees are all given by the school.”

"You saw that kind of thing with your own eyes yesterday, and the school leaders were worried... about your mental health, so they arranged for professionals to help you with it, so as to prevent problems before they happen." The counselor said, "I have helped you at two o'clock this afternoon. The appointment is made, and you can come by yourself in the future."

Although I knew it was a good intention in my heart, I still felt that this kind of "psychological counseling" to drive ducks to the shelves was a bit funny. I asked, "Is this also arranged by the leader?"

"I arranged it," the counselor glared at me, "but Teacher Zhai is a professional, and you won't report the content of your conversation to the leader."

"Of course," I said, "thank you, Teacher Chen."

During the lunch break on Friday, almost no one slept. The campus was full of people walking around, and many of them were already dragging their small suitcases to go home for the weekend. The splash caused by Yao Jing’s death was quickly diluted by other entertainment. .I arrived at the school doctor's office on time - this is a small bungalow opposite the playground, the sunshine is good, and the corridor is empty.

I first passed by the small room where I usually see a doctor. The teacher on duty is not there, the computer is turned off, and the single bed is lying in the sun in vain.Going a little further, there was a very clear voice talking on the phone from the office—the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very emotional, and I could hear it through the microphone.

"Well, I'm here, I'm listening, don't be afraid." Teacher Zhai reassured, "Remember what we said before? You have done well for the first two weeks, and you will be fine."

The person on the other side of the microphone was still talking hysterically, but Teacher Zhai's voice was completely different from the muggy air in this early autumn afternoon—his tone was too quiet, with a peculiar soothing temperament.The upswing ending also carried a hint of frivolity, as if all disasters were not worth caring about, because he had already seen a future where dangers could be saved.

I was taken aback by my own thoughts, but I overheard someone talking on the phone, but I interpreted such a big stream of consciousness.

"Of course I know. I'm your doctor. You trust me, and I trust you."

"I know, um, listen to me, take a deep breath, 1, 2, 3..." He suddenly raised his head, saw me who was in a dilemma and didn't know whether I should withdraw, nodded his head slightly, motioned for me to sit first, and said Said: "Exhale, I know you don't want to take medicine, I heard the sound of the door opening, is your sister back? Well..."

The person opposite seemed to have calmed down a bit, and the volume on the microphone dropped.After I sat down, I began to pretend to be busy looking around. Teacher Zhai didn’t wear a white coat like other school doctors, but Zhou Zheng’s three-piece suit as if he had just come out of some academic seminar—if I had to say it, for The campus environment is a bit too gorgeous.

He seemed to have finally calmed down the person on the other end of the phone, and said briefly: "Then I'll hang up and see you next Tuesday."

After hanging up the phone, he said helplessly, "Panic attack."

I nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhai, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"It's okay, it's me who should apologize. I've been waiting for a long time." He said, "I'm sorry, I have some customers who are in a bit..."

"serious?"

He smiled and said, "It's complicated."

"It's the first time we met, my name is Zhai Qi, don't be so reserved, I'm your senior brother." He said with a smile, "Still... I'm old, it's a bit shameless to call myself that."

"What are you talking about, senior brother, you look super young." I also smiled, paused, and said hesitantly, "My counselor made an appointment for me, let me come and talk to you about that..."

He waved his hand indifferently and said, "Don't worry about what they say, you can talk about whatever you want, life, study, falling in love, whatever."

I froze and said, "Oh."

"Your name is Zou Chuyang? Freshman, that's great, young man." He raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Are you used to it? How about your roommate?"

I replied: "It was too late to come to the school to report. I didn't have a dormitory, so I rented a house outside the school. The roommate is okay, basically not at home, and they all spend the night with his girlfriend, which is very clean."

"That's fine," Zhai Qi said, "I've only lived in the school dormitory for half a year, and I can't take it anymore."

He looks like "I'm a prince and I have a clean freak". It's hard to imagine how such a person can survive in our school's four-person room with only one broken fan.

I swear this thought just passed by, but the next moment Zhai Qi showed a slightly funny expression. "Are you thinking I'm a clean freak princess?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough cough."

My face turned red from choking on the saliva, but Zhai Qi burst out laughing.

After laughing, he folded his hands on his knees, tilted his head slightly and asked, "What else? Let's chat casually."

I don’t know if psychiatrists have the bonus of familiar skills. The chat time with Zhai Qi passed very quickly. Before I realized it, I had already explained all my life from high school to now.

Seeing that there were only 10 minutes left in the appointment time, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Aren't you going to ask me about yesterday?"

"Do you want me to ask?" Zhai Qi asked back.

Probably seeing the confusion in my eyes, he said: "Things happened too fast, and it has been less than 24 hours. I'm not sure if you have digested your emotions, and are you ready to discuss yours?" feel."

I nodded: "It really doesn't make sense."

Zhai Qi said: "It's normal."

I thought for a while and said, "But... there is something I still want to talk to you about."

Zhai Qi spread his hands out, resting his elbows on the armrest: "Of course."

I nodded, thinking about how to word it, and suddenly raised my head and asked, "Is the content of our conversation confidential?"

Zhai Qi raised his eyebrows, seemingly not expecting this question, and asked, "Did you kill her?"

I was taken aback and quickly retorted: "How is it possible!"

Zhai Qi smiled and said: "Then our conversation is confidential."

Me: "..." This brother is a bit scary.

"That's right, I saw someone at the time."