Liu Yichi event book

"Stop following me."

"I'm going to investigate the case too, just right."

"Didn't you say you still want to be Sherlock Holmes? Why do you want to follow others?" Liu Yichi looked disgusted.

"But you don't follow me either."

It seemed very reasonable, although there was no logic in it, but Liu Yichi was still speechless.

After class at school in the morning, the teaching team has free time in the afternoon.Liu Yichi didn't go home and planned to use this afternoon to find some clues.

The police have determined that this is an ordinary suicide.Because there is no evidence whatsoever that this is an unusual case.

"By the way, where are you going?" Mourning said while holding a lollipop.

"Qiuzi's house."

"Why don't you go to Youhe's place? Qiuzi is dead, are you going to summon the soul?" Mourning looked puzzled.

"Anyway, they are all on the same line. Qiuzi's house is relatively close."

"Are you really going to summon the soul?" Mourning asked incredulously.

"..."

Mourning star-eyed: "Wow Xiaochichi, do you know witchcraft?"

"I went to Qiuzi's house to ask her parents something."

"oh oh."

Walked for a while for a while.

"Don't you really think it's a cult?" Mourning asked, biting a lollipop into pieces.

"Possibly, but not likely."

"why?"

Liu Yichi didn't bother to explain: "The sixth sense."

"Hey, isn't that my line?"

"Do you have a patent?" Liu Yichi asked with a dark face.

Seeing Liu Yichi's expression, he trembled, and Mourning didn't dare to ask any more questions.She knew that it was not easy to mess with this old girl when she became irritable.

When I arrived at Qiuzi's house, I saw that the eyes of Qiuzi's parents were still red and swollen from crying.

"I'm Teacher Liu, and this is Teacher Mo." Liu Yichi introduced.

"Hello, teachers." Qiuzi's father forced a smile.

"Don't laugh, we know that you are definitely not feeling well right now." Liu Yichi looked at the two middle-aged men with gentle eyes like a psychologist.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Liu Yichi saw a piece of densely written letter paper on the table.

"What's that?" Liu Yichi asked.

Qiu Zima followed Liu Yichi's gaze, and her expression became a little unnatural: "That...we don't know either."

Mourning took it over and looked at it, then winked at Liu Yichi, and the two of them looked at it together.

[Mom and Dad, seeing your swollen eyes from crying breaks my heart.You have to believe that your daughter is living happily in heaven.

[…]

Qiuzi's father and Qiuzi's mother looked at each other.

Isn't this a suicide note?Liu Yichi was a little suspicious.Why do you say they don't know?

"Is there anything wrong with this letter?"

I saw Qiu Zi's mother rubbing her hands together uneasily.

"This is not Qiuzi's handwriting."

Liu Yichi and Mourning were both dumbfounded.Could someone still forge Qiuzi's suicide note?

"Can I read Qiuzi's handwriting? We are here to investigate this matter and try to give your daughter justice." Liu Yichi asked.

Qiu Zima sobbed, nodded, and carefully took out another piece of letter paper from the cabinet behind.

The two pieces of letter paper were exactly the same, Liu Yichi had the impression that they were both bought at the canteen near the school.

[Mom and Dad, when you read this letter, I am already living happily in another world.There are no troubles and no sorrows there.

[…]

"This is the suicide note! Then this is..." Liu Yichi couldn't help shouting softly.

"That letter was only sent today." Qiu Zi's mother's expression turned even worse.

In an instant, Liu Yichi's expression became serious.This thing is getting more and more bizarre.

Mourning next to him looked at the two letters back and forth, confused.Taking a closer look, the handwriting of the two letters is indeed very different, but both of them can be roughly determined to be the child's handwriting.

"Can I take a picture?" Liu Yichi took out his phone.

Qiuzi's mother nodded.

After taking the photo, Liu Yichi asked, "Is there anything wrong with Qiu Zi in those few days?"

The two parents shook their heads.

"The children are playing and fighting, as usual."

Liu Yichi paused for a moment: "Arguing? Has Qiuzi been bullied?"

"It seems that I got angry with other children and ignored each other, but it's not a big deal. She didn't come back until very late that day."

Liu Yichi's eyes lit up.

"so late?"

"Played wild with the children, and came back out of breath."

Liu Yichi was speechless, quietly looking at the two middle-aged men.

"Can I go to Qiuzi's room and have a look?"

"Go."

Qiuzi's room still looks the same.Pink bed sheets, pink desk, pink chandelier.

When Liu Yichi was flipping through the disturbed notebook on the table, a note fell out.There is a string of numbers written on it.

Mourning immediately snatched over to look at it.

"What is this? Code?"

Liu Yichi took a photo of the note, but said nothing.She vaguely felt that she had found something important.

Liu Yichi turned around and walked out of Qiuzi's room, and found Qiuzi's mother who was sitting in a daze in the living room.

"Please tell me a few children who play with Qiuzi the best."

"You don't ask anymore?" Mourning followed behind.

"Don't ask."

"I don't think it's helpful either. What can a child ask about that little thing?"

"The perspective of adults and children are two different worlds. Otherwise, why would there be rumors that three-year-olds can see ghosts?"

"Say it so carefully that you panic." Mourning's goosebumps rose.

"The handwriting on the second letter is very familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while."

"Is it the student you teach? I haven't seen it anyway. Is that string of numbers scratch paper?" Mo Ning usually didn't watch the children write much, she was always the one giving lectures on the stage.

"Not like."

"I see, that's the password! It may be the password of her safe, which contains priceless treasures, but I don't want my parents to know that she already knows..." Mourning began to babble again.

"Why do you play so much?" Liu Yichi took out an apple from his schoolbag and gagged Mourning's mouth.

You He has been able to move normally, and is painting and drawing in the room.As soon as he saw Liu Yichi and Mourning, he turned over the paper vigilantly.

But he became even less talkative, no matter what Liu Yichi and Mourning asked, he refused to answer.

His expression is like that of an old man who has lived for decades, which is very discordant on that young face.

You He's father looked at the three people worriedly at the door of the house, and sighed: "This kid doesn't know what has stimulated him."

Liu Yichi suddenly saw a small note on the corner of You He's desk,

"I understand, excuse me." Liu Yichi stood up and said goodbye.

"Teacher, aren't you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"No, you can eat well."

"Then, goodbye, teacher."

"Where are you going?" Mourning continued to ask.

"The second letter was written by You He." Liu Yichi looked at the map on his phone and said.

"Ah?" Mourning's eyes widened.

"I saw what he wrote just now."

"What is it?"

"The third letter."

If Mourning was drinking water at this moment, he would definitely spit it out.

"Are you sure?"

"You should read it right. And..." Liu Yichi said.

"And what?"

"The night Qiuzi died, she was with You He."

Mourning's whole face was wrinkled, and he didn't speak any more.Liu Yichi stopped suddenly.

"You help me get something."

Mourning asked: "What?"

"Go to Qiuzi's house to see if there are any other slips or notebooks with numbers written on them."

Tian Xinzi's house.

Liu Yiyue was sitting with Tian Xinzi in the living room, with a sad face.

A thick bandage was wrapped around Tian Xinzi's left wrist.Apparently, she was also one of the kids who committed suicide by slitting her wrists in class.At this moment, her eyes were dim, like a puppet.

"Did you ask her why she committed suicide?" Liu Yichi quietly dragged his sister to the side and asked.

"Don't irritate her. She doesn't say anything, as if she is hostile to adults." Liu Yiyue's tears rolled in her eyes.

Liu Yichi was silent.She could only take advantage of Tian Xinzi's inattention and sneak into her room to gather clues.

Walking to the yard, she saw Tian Xinzi's mother, a short and capable young woman.

"Did Xinzi do anything wrong before cutting his wrist?"

"I just cried so hard."

"why?"

"She said that Qiuzi didn't want her anymore. This child is a fool."

"What books does she like to read?"

"What's broken 'Youth with Hundred Flowers', who knows what kind of book it is. She should study hard and see what's there and what's not, really."

"...Have you seen this?" Liu Yichi showed her the note with a series of numbers on it that was photographed on the phone.

Tian Xinzi's mother stared at it for a while, then sneered: "Yes, my daughter also wrote it. It seems that they have some kind of secret code, hiding little secrets with adults, and have a lot of free time."

"Then do you know what this means?" Liu Yichi was shocked.

"Who knows."

After visiting the homes of several other wrist-slashing classmates, Liu Yichi felt that this matter might be more complicated than imagined.

But none of those children trusted adults.Like an appointment, without saying anything.

Now, only those numbers are left.

Sure enough, after returning to Qiuzi's house, Mourning collected many notebooks or notes with Qiuzi written on it, which made Liu Yichi feel like a ray of light in the darkness.

"Have you figured out what these numbers are?" Mourning asked while handing the paper to Liu Yichi.

"No."

"Coincidentally, neither do I."

"I'll try to break it tonight." Liu Yichi took it and left without looking back.

"Maybe it's their scribbles! I don't think you can figure it out, you have to ask Qiuzi's ghost!" Mo Ning yelled behind Liu Yichi, then pouted and went back.

The night fell quietly.The night at the creek is always clear and beautiful, and the stars in the sky are clearly visible.

Liu Yichi looked at the brightest Polaris in the sky through the window, then lowered his head, and took out the small stack of papers and notebooks under the dim light.

see only—

[1728193023501328926]

[5241288273323252417272127]

……

Judging from the length, it can't be the password of the safe that Mourning mentioned, it must be a password.But what this means, needs to be studied further.

But it looked interesting, Liu Yichi was inexplicably excited.

Liu Yichi tied his ponytail high with a smile, and then started to work.