Haze weather

Back in the classroom with Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang heard some students in the class talking about it.

I went to the cafeteria for lunch and heard other students talking about it.

Song Boyang listened intently.

"Where are you?"

"I heard it's in an abandoned school building."

"Which building?"

"It seems to be the first floor on the east?"

"Then I have to take a detour these days."

Song Boyang lowered his head and continued to concentrate on eating. He took a few bites at random, and then sent the plate to the recycling place.

Walking to the dormitory alone, don't think about it, as long as there are people on the road, as long as you pay attention to their conversations, you will definitely hear those two words.

Back in the dormitory, one of the roommates had already returned. As soon as he saw Song Boyang, he asked, "Did someone in your class commit suicide?"

Song Boyang: "Yes."

The roommate asked again: "Who is it?"

Song Boyang was silent for a moment, and then said, "It's the classmate who was questioned about cheating earlier."

The roommate was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and was dumb for a while, not knowing what to say.

Song Boyang didn't want to say much, "I'm going to sleep."

The roommate was surprised, "Did you go to bed so early?"

"Yeah." Song Boyang climbed onto his bed, "I don't want to do any questions today."

However, during the entire lunch break, Song Boyang lay on the bed in the dormitory with his eyes closed, but did not fall asleep.It may be that the time to try to fall asleep today is too early, which does not conform to the usual biological clock.

So he became the first classmate in the quadruple room to leave the dormitory for the classroom in the afternoon.

Before class in the afternoon, a classmate from the next class helped pass the message.

The girl stretched out her head and asked, "Is Mr. Jiang there?"

She said: "The teacher asked you to come out for a while."

Song Boyang looked in Jiang Jun's direction, lowered his head, and slowly stood up from the chair.

Because Jiang Jun didn't look up, Song Boyang couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but felt that his movements became slow and slow, and he was completely different from the previous Jiang Jun who was so lively that he acted a little recklessly.

Song Boyang looked at Jiang Jun's back and disappeared at the door of the classroom.

The classmate who sent the message said that the teacher was looking for him. In fact, it should be that the police need to inquire and investigate to help determine whether the homicide was suicide or homicide. At the same time, investigating the cause of the suicide can be regarded as an explanation to the parents, Song Baiyang thought.

He guessed right, because the police contacted him after school.

Song Boyang was taken to an unoccupied classroom nearby. The evening sky couldn't keep the sun setting in the west, and the curtains covered most of the glass, so less sunlight came in, making the whole room look gloomy and dim.

Three policemen sat around in front of him, and the phone recording was turned on.

"We want to ask you a few questions, don't be too nervous, just answer truthfully."

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After it was over, Song Boyang came out of the classroom.

He finished dinner in the cafeteria and was about to go straight back to the dormitory with the kettle in hand when he heard the sound of arguing not far away.

Song Boyang glanced at the source of the voice, only to see a dense crowd of onlookers.

In the end, he didn't go back to the dormitory directly, but took a detour and walked to the road that passed the school gate and led to the dormitory building.

Song Boyang stood on the outermost edge, but relying on his height and good eyesight, he could stand on tiptoe and look far away.

Then he saw Fang Wenze's mother.

He still remembered that Fang Wenze's mother used to pack a large bag of snacks and fruits in transparent, white plastic bags printed with supermarket prints in order to allow herself to take good care of her children.

"I want to find the school to give me an explanation!"

Because her face was distorted, the wrinkles left by the years became clearly visible.

"How could our Fang Wenze commit suicide! What an obedient child he is!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe he committed suicide!"

It's easy to see the desperation on her face.

The sky was dyed a desolate red by the setting sun, and the red fell heavily on Fang Wenze's mother's shoulders, as if it could easily crush her.

"Why didn't anyone notice him before he fell from the building! Are all your security guards blind! There are so many people in the school, why didn't anyone notice it!"

She yelled.

"Why don't you block the gate of the abandoned school building in the middle of the night!"

She kept repeating herself emotionally and struggled to break into the school.

Seeing this, the two security guards had to work together to stop Fang Wenze's mother.

One of the security guards said: "The school is already cooperating with the police to actively investigate. I can understand your feelings. Please wait patiently. We will definitely give you the truth of the matter."

"You can't understand..." She covered her face with her hands and cried, "You can't understand at all!"

"I only have this one child..."

"There must be some injustice, otherwise how could he commit suicide..."

Song Boyang took another look, then left silently.

Jiang Jun didn't come for the evening self-study that night.

After the evening self-study, when he was walking to the dormitory with Zhou Chiyu, Song Boyang mentioned this matter, "Mr. Jiang did not come for the evening self-study."

Zhou Chiyu frowned and nodded, "I found out too."

"I don't know if Mr. Jiang will be troubled by Fang Wenze's family?"

Zhou Chiyu shook his head in a daze, "I don't know."

This topic stops here and cannot be continued.

After seeing Zhou Chiyu away, Song Boyang edited a text message after returning to the dormitory.

[If you want to talk to someone, you can tell me. 】

In the past, Mr. Jiang would reply in seconds.

But Song Boyang waited for a long time tonight, and he didn't wait for Jun Jiang's reply before turning off the lights in the dormitory.

Jun Jiang didn't come the next day either.

In the math class in the morning, a teacher Song Boyang had never met helped Sun Huiyun substitute.

The four classes in the morning are over, and it's time for lunch and lunch break.

When Song Boyang returned to the dormitory, he found that his roommate hadn't come back. Instead, his elderly phone was lying on the table, vibrating all the time, and the table trembled with the frequency of the vibration.

Pick up the phone and look at——

It's Zhou Chiyu's phone number.

The other party has three missed calls!

Song Boyang hastily pressed the answer button.

Zhou Chiyu's slightly anxious voice came from the old man's phone, accompanied by the rustling sound caused by the original sound quality defect of the old man's phone.

"Song Boyang, the video of Jiang Jun interrogating Fang Wenze was transferred to Weibo by the media account."

Hearing this, Song Boyang's mind went blank for a moment.

"But don't panic too much. There are not many netizens who pay attention to this matter, and it has not yet attracted the attention of the whole network."

Zhou Chiyu let out a long sigh, and continued: "But there are not many, and they are on the hot searches in the same city."

"What did the media account... say?" Song Boyang asked in a deep voice.

"It sorted out the whole story by relying on the videos and replies in the post bar. I think it means that it thinks that the cause of this tragedy is cyber violence and campus cold violence."

"Then Mr. Jiang—" Song Boyang slammed his fist on the closet in despair, "Fuck."

Zhou Chiyu asked again: "Have you watched the video in the post bar?"

"Seen."

"The video was not shot in its entirety, only a short dozen seconds. Although Jiang Jun said that he saw the printed materials, he had no evidence in his hand. It seemed that he was slandering others at will. Although we know it is not the case .”

"Then the trend of public opinion on the Internet—"

"They are all scolding Mr. Jiang, they must speak out for the weak in their eyes."

Zhou Chiyu sighed again, "The comment section under this Weibo...cannot be viewed."

Song Boyang could guess what kind of remarks would be made in the comment area just by his imagination—it was not much different from those who scolded Fang Wenze.

Zhou Chiyu began to comfort Song Boyang, "Public opinion is often like this, first one-sided, then someone started to speak for the other, and then gradually turned into two teams, the two teams quarreled fiercely, and forced the newcomers to stand in line. "

"From my sensibility, I really want to point at those netizens who don't know the truth, and I really want to tell them that things are not as simple as they imagined, but I know this is useless. Even if I put the incident from the beginning to the end On the Internet, some people will question it, some people will search for loopholes word by word, and some people will say that I am making up stories."

Song Boyang let out a breath slowly, "I know."

"So rationally, I can only make no response, choose to deal with it coldly, hide behind the screen and remain silent, and wait for this matter to fade away slowly."

"I know." Song Boyang said softly, "We can only do this."

"You have a good rest at noon."

"You too." Zhou Chiyu said.

After hanging up the phone, after his roommate came back, Song Boyang still asked his roommate to borrow a mobile phone, and found the media account that Zhou Chiyu mentioned.

A senior patient with lazy cancer: I won’t say anything else, you can’t just blame people without evidence

Audience on the run: Why are the other students standing by? ? ?The same table also watched him being scolded like this? ? ?

Grape Egg Tart: I think the person who questioned it is very hot-tempered, and I feel like a fight will start in the next second

I have to study hard today: it's scary. . .Campus bullying is visual. . .

Knocking a pear: I feel that this classmate who has been questioned has been afraid to speak out because of fear. Seeing how aggrieved he is, he is about to cry

Cherry: I heard that the student who committed suicide had very good grades. It was because he was slandered and cheated in the selection exam of the competition class. He couldn’t bear it, so he jumped off the building and committed suicide. I saw it in the post bar of A Middle School

Cherry: The post bar also mentioned the pheromone leakage incident. It seems that this classmate accidentally used an expired barrier sticker, so the pheromone leaked. The teacher responded quickly and used the barrier pill in time to prevent alpha from being induced to go into estrus. It did not cause any serious problems Is everyone so malicious towards Omega? Really, I don't understand. . . . . .

Cherry: He seems to be isolated by the whole class, I hope he will not encounter this again in the next life /candle/

Everything is going well la la la [Reply] Cherry: Is this cold violence on campus?He committed suicide partly because of this, right?

The pigeon that will be bad: What if he really cheated. . . . . .

Knock a pear [Reply] Pigeons that will rot: here they come, the victim is guilty, it is true in the classics / sweating soybeans /

Grape Egg Tart [Reply] cherry: I want to see that post

cherry [Reply] Grape Egg Tart: It has been deleted, but I have a screenshot

Grape Egg Tart [Reply] cherry: Oh, they are guilty

Claypot Boy: Seeing this, I thought of my high school grades and being framed by my classmates for cheating. emmmmm... Have they ever thought that the reason they can't get a high score in the exam is because they are stupid? /sweating soybeans/

Everything is going well la la la [Reply] Claypot Boy: It’s too miserable, touch

……

In the past, Song Boyang always believed that the clamoring ones are always the stakeholders, and the calm ones are always the spectators.

Now I feel that it is not only stakeholders who clamor, but also spectators who clamor.

Unlocking the phone's lock screen and clicking on the text message icon, Song Boyang was worried that the old man's phone was malfunctioning, and forgot to remind himself that he had received unread text messages, so he turned from the first to the last one.

I have seen it all.

Then I clicked into the SMS record with Mr. Jiang, and the content was still a few days ago——

"Brother Song, I have contacted a classmate in Mr. Li's class who teaches math competitions! Just give me Mr. Li's mobile phone number and email address. Don't worry, it will be done by Friday evening!"

Jun Jiang still didn't reply.