The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

I subconsciously looked at Bian Yao when I heard the words, but there was no expression on Bian Yingdi's face - there was no panic about being caught, and no blame for leaking the truth to me. He said casually: "Who else is there? Aren't there a lot of things like that recently?"

I reacted, nodded and agreed: "Yes, there was only one broadcast in the news two days ago. Some business owner committed suicide."

After saying this, cold sweat flowed down my back, because Brother Yue was staring at me suspiciously, but what was even more frightening was Bian Yao's father's sight without highlights or focus—the eyes fell on my face without emotion, as if I have already seen through my clumsy lies.

"What's wrong?" Bian Yao turned against the general, "Why do you care so much?"

Bian Yao's father looked away, didn't even bother to give an explanation, and continued talking to Brother Yue.

I exhaled slowly, and whispered behind Bian Yao: "Who sees the parents so stressed, it's too scary."

Bian Yao gave me a speechless look, and I saw Brother Yue's ears move sharply. I suddenly realized that he was an animal with very sensitive hearing, and I didn't dare to say any more flirtatious words.

After Chu Huaixing, who was with his tail between his legs, was also seated, the dinner was finally served on the table, but not long after I ate hard, my phone suddenly rang happily.I looked down, and it turned out that the joint account that Bian Yao had just created was poked by someone with the screen name "R".

I wondered, "Who?"

"That brother," Bian Yao whispered cryptically, "his brother is 14 years old..."

I suddenly realized that it was the elder brother of the youngest student who committed suicide before, and he sent several messages in succession:

"Hi, after thinking about it, I think I can't sit still, I have to do something."

"Before I was able to find out that my brother's death was not an exception. It was all thanks to Uncle Sun and the others who posted the details of their son's tragedy on the Internet, because of the strange suicide note and the strange suffix. But the scope of that spread was not It’s not too wide, I’m sure someone must know what that suffix stands for.”

"In addition, if there are other children who are being brainwashed at this moment, their parents must be alerted to prevent such things from happening again."

"So I will announce my brother's abnormal behavior before committing suicide, and tell the public that if your children or relatives are close to this so-called SIP organization, please pay attention and contact us."

The news is still pouring in, but when I read this, I couldn't help but whispered to Bian Yao: "Oops, won't this scare the snake?"

Bian Yao was also scrolling through the news quickly. He shook his head and said, "It's possible, but it also coincides with our previous ideas. Why don't we just follow the plan..."

"Ahem!" Bian Yao's father probably couldn't understand our table manners, he cleared his throat, he didn't dare to speak small words to Bian Yao, and peeked at him under his eyebrows.

Bian Yao's father said with a straight face: "Nowadays young people are really, one or two, they don't talk at the dinner table, they just know how to play with their mobile phones."

As soon as I was told, my ears felt hot. I put down my phone and didn't dare to play. I slapped my paws back on the dining table.But Bian Yao didn't pay attention at all, and continued typing.As soon as he sent a message, my phone kept vibrating, so I had to tuck it under my buttocks.

Bian Yao's father gracefully put down the tableware and said, "You."

I raised my head and pointed to my face: "Me?"

Bian Yao's father nodded: "Yes, you."

What's wrong with me?I was stunned and said, "My name is Zou Chuyang."

A few large characters clearly flew across his face: Who cares.

Seeing this familiar expression, I was suddenly blessed—although the target was replaced by an older man with a more fierce face, but in fact I am very familiar with his essence and routines—I don’t care on the surface, but socialize on the inside obstacle.

For example, isn't his current expression exactly the same as Bian Yao's speechless expression that was impatient and didn't like to listen when he was pestered by his seniors to join the kendo club?

Thinking of this, I felt a little amused, and felt a little more relaxed. Before he could ask a question, I said first, "What about you?"

Bian Yao's father was taken aback: "?"

I said, "What's your name? I've introduced myself several times. What's Uncle Bian's name?"

He probably felt that the question was a bit weird, but he subconsciously replied: "My name is Bian Shun." After a pause, he added in embarrassment: "Hello."

"Pfft—" Bian Yao almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

I ignored him, and said sternly: "What does uncle do? Are you usually busy? You must be very busy. It was my fault just now. I have been speculating about the relationship between your family. I apologize again."

I picked up the water glass in front of me and said seriously: "There is no wine, but I drank this drink to show my sincerity."

Several people at the table opened their mouths half-open, watching me drink up a glass of Coke in a "dull dunk".

After putting down the cup, before he could answer, I spoke seamlessly at my super fast speed and continued: "However, you said earlier that Bian Yao didn't discuss the contract with you, but that's actually not the case, because the contract of contract We didn’t expect this at the time. I’m a dragon, you know, no, of course I’m a monkey, but there’s a dragon’s soul living in me. But we didn’t know about it at the time. There is a contract."

Bian Yao's father tried to interrupt: "You..."

"I know, after this kind of thing happened, I should have told you first, but you were very busy, so you didn't find the opportunity... But it's the same if you know it now. What about Bian Yao's mother? Probably also very busy, but I can still feel that you are very concerned about Bian Yao. Didn’t she buy him a bed sheet and quilt cover before Bian Yao went to school? The silk bed sheet is of good quality and high-grade fabric.”

Bian Yao kicked me under the table.

This little trick didn't escape his father's eyes, but he definitely couldn't guess the profound connotation of the sheet and quilt, but he still showed a strange expression, and suddenly asked: "What's the relationship between you two?"

Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Bian Yao's father asked again: "What is the relationship between you two? How do you even know the fabric of his bed sheets?"

Both Bian Yao and Chu Huaixing were about to bury their faces in the bowl, shrugging their shoulders, testing on the verge of uncontrollable laughter.

I said awkwardly: "It's... the relationship between roommates. Before... we rented an apartment together."

Hearing that Bian Yao's father's expression became more subtle: "Bian Yao? He? Will take the initiative to recruit people to share the rent?"

"No, no, no, he lived alone at first, but later..." I was stuck on the way—I couldn't say that I came to rescue the naked snake trapped by the bed sheet, so I sent out the invitation to share the house .No matter how I say it, I sound like a pervert.

"Later?" Bian Yao's father asked, "What happened later?"

Chu Huaixing stirred up the muddy water mercilessly: "Yes, what happened afterwards?"

My expression was blank for a few seconds, and my brain started to work again: "Later, because we formed a spiritual contract, but we are both weak chickens with worrying abilities, so we thought it would be better to live closer and act together."

I quickly thought about any way to change the subject, and quickly said: "Bian Yao also taught me swordsmanship. I belong to the Kendo club, but all of us in the club can't beat him."

Bian Yao's father's expression softened a little - this is the closest I've seen to a smile since I saw him: "He has been very talented in swordsmanship since he was a child, but it's also thanks to the teacher he hired."

After listening to it, I was full of complaints—other parents praised their children, and they definitely said, "Although the teacher is good, it is thanks to the children's smartness and hard work." As expected of Bian Yao's father, it is so awkward to be proud of his son.

"Yeah, yeah," I deliberately teased him, "Last time a runner-up from the city came to the school to provoke him, and he was instantly killed by Bian Yao. The seniors in our club still bother me every day, asking me to persuade Bian Yao to join him. What about the Kendo club?"

"Bian Yao wouldn't go to the level of the school's kendo club, where children play around with each other." He said, "Ten years back, they wouldn't be able to fight."

At this point in his words, he was suddenly awakened by the narrow smile on my face, and realized how much complacency he had in his tone just now, he instantly closed his lips into a thin line, and his eyebrows almost stood up.

Chu Huaixing pretended to drop his chopsticks, sneaked under the table and laughed, but I accepted it as soon as I saw it, and agreed with "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm to hmmmhmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh send out.Immediately, I was in a good mood, and shook my head and wiped all the food on the plate - just now I didn't know what to eat because I choked on it, but now I come to my senses, the food at Brother Yue's is still as delicious as ever.

After this battle, even Chu Huaixing had a new understanding of me, and even admired me, this is something to say later.

After escaping from the dinner table, I quickly turned on my mobile phone to catch up on the updates - Bian Yao and the victim's brother with the screen name R had chatted nearly a hundred messages, and I climbed up the stairs for 10 minutes to keep up with the situation.

Bian Yao was still asking: "Are there any clues left at home? Are there any strange promotional materials in your brother's room, especially on the computer at home, are there any suspicious browsing records?"

R: "No, I hacked his computer afterward, but all browser records were cleared."

Bian Yao was startled: "Empty!? You said he consciously cleared his browsing history before committing suicide? Is there a way to restore it?"

R: "I tried it, it didn't work. I tried to sync his tabs and records through the email account he used to log in to the browser, but the account was also logged out, just two days before his suicide."

Bian Yao and I looked at each other—if we originally suspected that the culprit who instigated him was hiding on the Internet, then this piece of evidence confirmed our guess—a person who is determined to die has left a suicide note, so why should Going to great lengths to delete browsing traces on your computer?

Bian Yao continued to type: "You mean that the browser account he used to log in has been canceled? Then you got the email login name and password? Have you checked the email too?"

R: "Not yet."

R: "Wait."

After a while, R sent a message saying: "There is nothing in the mailbox. I scrolled forward for a few months, and there are all advertisements and system emails. There is nothing suspicious."

Bian Yao said: "Is there any registration notification from unfamiliar websites or forums, such as the membership application being approved, or activation emails reminding you to change your password, and so on. Also check the advertisements and junk inboxes."

R: "Wait a minute."

After finishing speaking, he disappeared again, and the characters being input did not appear in the chat dialog box again, so I had to put down the phone and wait silently.Looking up at Bian Yao, he really frowned impatiently - this guy has never trusted other people's judgments, especially in the current situation where the development is so confusing, he must be thinking in his heart that the other party might have missed something It's a pity that I can't be there in person to check the important clues.

After waiting for a while, Bian Yao couldn't help sending a message saying: "QQ, WeChat, Weibo, and other places, check all those who can retrieve the password..." He raised his head and asked me: "Now Xiao What social software does the child use?"

Me: "How do I know, I am as grateful as you are."

After thinking for a while, I said, "I heard that Qzone and Baidu Tieba are suitable for a relatively low age group. If you have an email address, you can try to log in to your Baidu account with your account. In Qzone, even if you don't have your own password, his brother is also a visitor. You should be able to log in."

Bian Yao immediately bowed his head and typed. After waiting for a long time, R did not reply to the message, but directly dialed a voice request.

After Bian Yao clicked to answer, a young boy's voice came from the opposite side, but it sounded very annoyed: "The typing is too slow, let me put it this way."

Bian Yao: "Tell me."

He said: "I just went to his QQ space to check, and all the photo albums have been emptied, and all the articles have also been deleted."

Bian Yao sighed: "Sure enough."

R sounded very frustrated: "As I said before, Xiaojie has been out of order since a month ago. He doesn't talk to his family, doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and shuts himself at home for a day. I have been blaming myself for why Don't care about him a little more, ask him more, even if he doesn't want to say it, you should reach out to him more forcefully."

"Now it looks like I'm a trash brother. Before he committed suicide, he had already deleted all his traces on the Internet. There are so many signs...but I didn't see any of them, and I didn't take it to heart."

"He has been preparing for this for a long time. His circle of friends and QQ space have been completely deleted. I didn't notice it. I don't know anything..."

His voice sounded a little choked, and I quickly comforted him: "Don't blame yourself too much, there must be someone behind this matter who is planning and guiding step by step. Without professional and detailed guidance, how could a junior high school student delete it so completely and carefully? Any clues that might expose them? If a person is dying from depression or grief, where is the energy to do it?"

But R still sounded very sad: "No, look, I'm in his QQ space now, there are five messages on the message board, the earliest one is six days before his death, asking what happened to Xiaojie, why did he put Everything was deleted. Six days! Anybody would have noticed the signs six days earlier than me!"

I was also sad when I heard it, but when the words came to my mouth, I felt so pale and powerless that I couldn't utter them.Bian Yao suddenly said at this moment: "Shh, don't talk."

R and I were startled, not sure who he was talking about, Bian Yao said again: "Where did the music come from, is it you playing?"

R hesitated: "Uh, it seems to be, but I don't know which webpage is uploading it. I will close it later."

"Wait, don't turn it off!" Bian Yao said, "Turn up the volume, let me listen... I seem to know this song."

A somewhat familiar melody spread out from the speaker, Bian Yao slightly parted his lips, and hummed along:

"The game of life is hard topy,

I am going to lose it any way,

The losing card I will somedayy,

So this is all I ha've to say..."

He suddenly raised his eyes, stared straight at me, and then sang along with the music: "That suicide is painless."

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and I said, "Suicide is painless."

Bian Yao nodded: "Suicide is not painful."

R was at a loss on the other end of the phone: "What's the matter? What are you talking about? Ah, I found it. It's Xiaojie's QQ space music player playing songs."

I leaned into the microphone and said, "We know what SIP is."