The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

Immediately after I let go and said "Okay", Bian Yao, who was originally very serious, jumped up and rushed back to the room to take out his computer - after a long time of fuss, he had already designed it, and he was waiting here for my compromise.Meeting my angry eyes, Bian Yao said vigilantly: "You have already promised not to make small reports."

"I didn't! I just promised you that if you find anything wrong, you will tell Brother Yue immediately."

"I know, I know," he turned on the computer impatiently, "Let's hurry up, I'm afraid my dad will arrive at night, and I don't know what else he will find for me."

"Look at these first."

Bian Yao opened several attachments at once. I took a closer look and found that they were all suicide notes. I immediately felt that my San value had dropped significantly.Most of these suicide notes were handwritten, and they were placed together in blue and black ink. If you didn't pay attention to them, you might think they were Chinese homework.But upon closer inspection, the contents of these suicide notes are creepy—I originally thought that the so-called cliffhanger would be full of dissatisfaction with life or hatred of reality, or despair caused by feelings and studies , but there is a strange relaxed atmosphere permeating between the lines in front of my eyes.

"It was my own choice to die like this, and I am very happy."

"Mom and Dad, please don't be sad for me. Without me, you will definitely live better and happier."

"I'm ready. This world doesn't belong to me, and I don't belong to this world. Being able to choose which way to leave is the only luck I've had so far."

……

"What's the matter," I asked, "doesn't the entrustment say that the format of the suicide note is the same? I don't see any obvious letter format from this."

Bian Yao zoomed in on the bottom of each suicide note picture, and pointed to an English abbreviation: SIP

"SIP? What do you mean?" I asked.

Bian Yao shook his head: "I don't know, but there is such a signature at the end of every suicide note."

I checked, and there were no exceptions. I asked, "How did you find out?"

Bian Yao said: "At first, a parent did not believe that her daughter would commit suicide, and suspected that she was being bullied at school. In order to guide public opinion to put pressure on the school and push the police to investigate, the suicide note was released online. Picture. But the investigation found that the scars on his daughter's body were not the result of bullying by classmates as he expected, but the scars caused by his daughter's self-harm for a period of time."

"But soon, two other parents contacted him, saying that their son had also encountered the same thing. According to them, their child was originally very cheerful and lively, but recently he has become more withdrawn and unwilling Communicating with them, locked in the house every day. And not long ago, also in the middle of the night...about 2 o'clock, I swallowed medicine and committed suicide, leaving a suicide note, signed with the three letters SIP."

The more I listened to it, the more weird it became: "Did this kid also start harming himself before committing suicide?"

Bian Yao nodded: "Look, forearm, arm, thigh..."

"Damn it!" I yelled, "Before you show me this kind of picture, you have to give me a high-energy warning! And where did these pictures come from?"

Bian Yao looked at me and said, "I bought it from Lunatic."

I was stunned: "What?"

"Not only the photos of the deceased's death, but also their suicide notes, relics, last chat records during their lifetime, last photo taken, etc., are all bought and sold. In fact, the more bloody and close to the crime scene, the higher the purchase price of the relics. Gao." Bian Yao said, "But I have investigated, and Lunatic is only a trading platform in this incident, the transaction scale is not large, and it is not the original platform of these photos. It is only because there are so many perverts gathered on Lunatic, so it is still There's some supply and demand created."

I was stunned, and suddenly realized, I asked: "Wait, are you hanging on the Lunatic website every day to see what they are doing?"

Bian Yao pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's not every day, just when I think of it, I go to look at it. There are too many contents on it, and they are nested layer by layer. It is difficult to investigate according to the traditional logic. So I just go up occasionally. Take a look and see if you can bump into a meaningful clue."

I suddenly felt a little uneasy: "What did you say about me before? Don't get too close when the little snake is staring at the abyss."

Bian Yao smiled when he heard the words: "Good little dragon."

I adjusted my thoughts and continued to ask: "So when you observed their auction of photo relics, did you ask where these things came from?"

"I asked, and even bought these photos for further inquiries, but the other party never mentioned it, only saying that those who know will know, and those who don't know should not know."

"Damn, it's so mysterious." I said, "What about the parents? Do the client know any more clues?"

Bian Yao shook his head: "Many of them, even now, are unwilling to believe that their children committed suicide. They keep telling me how good and optimistic their children are, how popular they are at school, and even the signs of self-harm. Didn’t even see it, let alone anything else.”

"Hey, children always have a stereotyped image in the eyes of their parents, and those closest to them are often the slowest to detect changes around them." I sighed.

Bian Yao pointed to one of the suicide notes, which was written in immature handwriting on a torn paper from the exercise book, and said: "The only person who has a little deeper understanding of the situation is the client...his brother is only 14 years old, In the second year of junior high school, he committed suicide. He was the youngest among them. He said that his younger brother had been not quite right for more than a month. He used to be very close to him, but sometimes he didn’t even say a word to him for a whole day. Said it was very unusual."

"He himself often stayed up late to sleep because of playing games. Several times when he came out to go to the toilet in the early morning, he found that the light in his brother's bedroom was still on, but when he knocked on the door, his brother turned off the light."

I frowned and asked, "Didn't he ask?"

"Of course I asked, but my younger brother didn't say anything. He just thought that his younger brother had a second-year-old child, or that his puppy love was frustrated. It's not a big problem."

"After I die, my mother's pressure will be much less, and my brother can also change to a better mobile phone and continue to play basketball. You can all live better." I read the contents of the suicide note softly, "Why do these children Everyone feels that they are a burden to the family, who instilled these ideas in them."

"Isn't it?" Bian Yao said.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Wait, you have clearly already contacted the client! Just now you lied to me about planning to inquire through the Internet and not reveal your identity?"

Bian Yao had a slippery expression on his face, and I immediately stood up and walked out the door: "I'm going to tell Brother Yue!"

"Wait!" Bian Yao immediately rushed over to wrap my arms around me, and pushed me back onto the sofa vigorously.

"Let go of me! I can't beat you...I'll ask Brother Yue to deal with you!"

Bian Yao moved my two hands together and pressed them neatly: "Don't be impatient! I didn't have direct contact with them...I'm serious! I just exchanged a few emails, really...I didn't even WeChat is useless."

Bian Yao put one arm on my chest to restrain me, and with the other hand, he stamped his email records in front of me: "Look, you have the password of my mobile phone, you can look through it casually."

I have given up hope for this guy's honesty: "You let me go, I don't trust you anymore, you keep lying to me."

"I didn't lie to you, look, I just asked some more details to judge whether I want to accept this commission." Bian Yao said, "Didn't I come to you to discuss it? I decided to accept it only after you agreed."

"You don't say such nice things, you know how to fool me." I took Bian Yao's mobile phone and looked through it in my hand. Indeed, there were only a few emails, and he didn't choose to reply to the entrusted emails as a whole. Instead, he contacted several separately. The entrusted parent——the rest of the content is mainly about the other party explaining the situation at length, and Bian Yao only asked a few simple words.

"Tsk, okay..." I murmured reluctantly, looked up and found that Bian Yao was riding on me in order to hold me down with one hand, which created a weird situation at present-I was basically Sitting face to face with Bian Yao on his lap.And because of this guy's height, the light of the ceiling light was almost covered, and only a halo of light on the top of his head and the tips of his ears could be seen, as well as his facial features slightly sunken in the darkness.

Probably aware of my gaze, Bian Yao looked down at me vigilantly: "I'll let you go, don't run away anymore."

"That...that might be."

As soon as I said this, I immediately realized that what I said was to hope that Bian Yao would not let go of me, so I quickly pushed him twice in a cover-up manner and said, "Quickly get up, it's heavy!"

Bian Yao didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to look at him, I just felt that his gaze was locked on my face all the time, making me afraid to breathe.

Immediately, I felt light on my legs, and the light in front of me was restored. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time.Bian Yao suddenly said, "What did you go to chat with that owl uncle after school just now?"

I was surprised: "Huh? Did you see us?"

Bian Yao nodded.

The content of the conversation with the uncle turned around in my mind, I thought about it, looked into his eyes, and said this sentence without knowing how.

"He advised the two of us not to fall in love."

This time it was Bian Yao's turn to show a surprised expression.

"Ah?" Bian Yao's rare dazed look made him look a little cute, "Why? It's not...ah?"

He said "ah" again, and I couldn't help laughing.

"What do you mean, why are you laughing... Stop laughing, explain quickly."

The more I laughed "hahahaha", the happier I became. Bian Yao pinched the flesh around my face with his index and middle fingers, showing a trace of anxiety: "Stop laughing, why do you talk about this topic when you talk about it?"

I decided not to tease him anymore, and said: "At that time, he said that the relationship of the spiritual deed is very fragile and needs to be carefully maintained. If two people fall in love and then break up, it will be very troublesome."

"Oh...this..." Bian Yao let go of his fingers.

"What do you think?" I asked again. "Do you think so too?"

Bian Yao paused, looked at me, and said, "I don't think real dragons exist."

me?"

Bian Yao also said: "I think that if a person loses his attribute ability, he can only be a useless person for a lifetime, and he can never recover."

I don't understand what he means, but I seem to understand a little bit.

Bian Yao said: "I still think that this monkey who chases after me every day and asks questions is really annoying. He obviously doesn't understand anything, and he is still so nosy. This guy will definitely not change in the future. cute."

The confusion and anxiety that had lingered in my heart for many days were miraculously blown away, and I laughed: "Are you really sweet? Are you confessing to me?"

Bian Yao staggered his body, picked up his computer, shook his head and said, "I thought that if I didn't pay attention, the silly monkey would go to Brother Yue to file a complaint and reveal all the contents of the current entrustment."

"Hey hey hey! Don't change the subject, take this opportunity to trick me and promise to keep it secret for you." I stretched out my hand unwillingly to grab him, but Bian Yao deftly dodged it.

"Wait, stop," I complained, "You cunning snake!"