Brain Science Event Book

It was June NO.16, Friday night, and it was raining heavily.

Ou Ampo held an umbrella, and came in through the back door to look for him as usual. When she met her, she said: "The tutoring is only up to today."

He thought that her parents had discovered their private meeting; he knew that she had a father who was the police chief, who usually cared little but was very controlling.

But she said no, but she chose to be gifted in mathematics and science. In order to allow her to have more busy schoolwork and to allow her to have enough time to practice piano, her mother decided to let her interrupt the tutoring course.

"Anyway, she has top grades in English, so she doesn't need tutoring at all! 』He will always remember the indescribable sense of loss on Ou Amber's face when he repeated his mother's words.

She cried, sobbing quietly in front of him, and said she didn't want it.Said it several times.

The subconscious told him that something had to be done for her.

He did.

He locked the door between the studio and the shop and led her straight up to the third floor.

The second floor was someone else's house, but the third floor was still theirs, used as a warehouse for the massive purchases of spruce and maple planks.In addition, there are other consumables for making violins.

There is a small loft-style design at the other end of the warehouse; it is very relaxing to stay in front of the glass windows like a castle.Before learning how to make pianos with his father, he would spend a lot of time reading poetry here.

He took her there and reassured her that he could still keep in touch and that the door of the studio was always open for her.

"so beautiful. ’ she said, looking out the window.But it was raining heavily outside, and there were only blurred street scenes and street lights, but she smiled, so he nodded in agreement.

Then she asked him a strange question.

"What do music and the violin mean to you? 』

He is 25 years old this year, and it has been ten years since he started making violins; he likes violin making and music, and the answer is without a doubt—“All of me. 』

She smiled, as if to say "as expected".

"Amber too, right? 』

But unexpectedly, she didn't answer immediately.

In the end, she only said lightly, "Yes." 』

She picked up her schoolbag, and he knew that it was time and she had to go home.

He sent her downstairs and watched her disappear into the rain curtain alone.Their regular dating time was deprived. Fortunately, she went to Mr. Wu's house for class afterwards, and they met once when he sent Qin there instead of his father.

Then there was his gift poem, and that unexpected visit yesterday morning...

His father never understood his connection with Ou Amber. After the police left, he only comforted him and said, "The girl must have gone home." He patted him on the shoulder and left him alone in the studio. .

But as long as he looked at the back door, he seemed to see Ou Amber standing there alone.

He couldn't calm down and make a piano!

Gong Junsheng stood under the halo of the workbench, looking at the stairs hidden in various blueprints and table cases on the other side; the stairs leading to the warehouse on the third floor were right in front of him.

"Could it be..."

As if finding a chance, he rushed up the stairs frantically.

The house on the second floor is not connected to their studio and warehouse, but they seldom go up to the warehouse, and there are piles of imported logs used to make violins, so the warehouse door is locked!

Just to confirm!He told himself: Amber won't be there, she can't get in...

But when he ran to the third floor, he found that the warehouse door was open; he stepped up, but accidentally stepped on something that shouldn't be there. When he saw it clearly, he cried out in surprise!

That's Ou Amber's schoolbag!

He pushed open the door suddenly, and when he saw the scene in the warehouse, he was stunned and fell to his knees instantly.

He dialed the phone number left by the policewoman. "Miss Police..." He gritted his teeth, tears rolled down his cheeks unstoppably.

"I killed Amber..."

***

Returning to the violin studio, Cai Yuwei hurried upstairs behind the boss, Yingli, and Zhou Jinglin.

When the three broke into the scene of the crime, what he paid attention to first was not the situation at the scene, but came to the side of Gong Junsheng who was the first discoverer.

"Mr. Gong... are you okay?"

He couldn't cry, and there was deep remorse in the piles of inaudible cries; Cai Yuwei looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a human body hanging there in front of a window similar to a small attic, with her back against the window, His hands were hanging down naturally, and there was a chair that was kicked down under his feet; he couldn't see his expression clearly, but just such a heartbreaking and terrifying scene was enough to trigger a strong feedback deep in his heart.

Nausea suddenly hit him, he turned his eyes away, and immediately hid in the corner to retch!

The boss who brought them up stood far away, but Zhou Jinglin and Yingli approached.

Eri put on the gloves, shook her head lightly at her with just one glance.

"Team leader! The deceased was definitely Ou Amber, and the cause of death was hanging...We need to be tested to find out whether there is a possibility of homicide."

"First take a picture of the scene, and then the two of us put her down." Eri said as she pushed her glasses.

Putting down the radio, Zhou Jinglin opened her eyes wide and asked back, "The two of us?"

"Otherwise who else?"

"Then take a picture of Ah Wei! Ah..." Zhou Jinglin immediately dismissed the idea after turning around, "Let me take the picture."

The two used their mobile phones to search for evidence on the spot. Zhou Jinglin found a small note on the bookshelf in the small attic.

"Teacher! This."

"It's her words..." Eri raised her eyes, "Her last words."

"I don't want to pull anymore."

In just five words, she explained the reasons for her death.

The presumed time of death has been more than one day, and the preliminary inspection results are also consistent with their presumed conclusion, which is suicide.Shock death caused by cervical spine fracture, bruises on the neck consistent with the indentation caused by the belt, and spotting bleeding on the conjunctiva, etc.

"She didn't have any struggles."

When many hanged suicide sufferers suffer pain before death, most of them will regret and struggle naturally; but her hands hang down naturally, and there is no scratch on her neck. "If she didn't die instantly due to a broken bone, her intention to die can be said to be quite determined."

It was not the first time for Yingli to handle a case, and of course it was not the first time to inspect a dead body in person, but Zhou Jinglin still noticed that her emotions were obviously shaken.

She lightly touched the strangle marks on her neck, and saw the marks on her chin caused by years of violin practice, and the thin calluses on her left fingers caused by rubbing the strings.Finally, she examined the black and purple sleeveless evening dress.

"Stay in this dark attic, and die alone." She murmured, and lightly touched Ou Amber's eye sockets, where dry tears remained. "Is this what you chose?"

"Teacher, are you okay?" She leaned closer to Eri, but Eri suddenly stood up and took off her gloves. "teacher?"

Putting his index finger against his glasses, "Our work is over."

She closed her eyes.

*

After the body was found, Ou Amber's two mothers rushed to the scene immediately.

Although Gong Jun claimed that Ou Ampo committed suicide, Zhou Jinglin didn't take it seriously. During the conversation in the studio, he already showed remorse for his negligence, so he just blamed himself.The post-mortem examination also proved this.

The two mothers couldn't believe it when they saw her body, especially Mrs. Ou, who had raised her for many years, fainted on the spot.Zhou Jinglin saw all this in her eyes and had to admit that although she was not her own, she did put all her heart into raising Ou Ampo.

Ironically, this may be one of the reasons O'Amber committed suicide.

After the parents confirmed the identity of the deceased, the body was immediately brought back for an autopsy; although it was determined that the death was suicide, Gong Junsheng was the first discoverer and the last person Ou Amber saw before his death. The police also brought him back to the Criminal Unit for investigation. News.

Before closing the team, Yingli specially came to Deng Suqin's side. "Her last words." and handed her the note.

Deng Suqin stared at the five words tremblingly, "Heh... her handwriting... is much prettier than when she was a child..." Heartbroken, she crumpled the note into her bosom and boarded the police car with the support of the police.

Seeing the official cars driving away one by one, the case was considered resolved, but Zhou Jinglin's heart was extremely heavy.

They got into the car without saying a word, and they didn't say the first thing until they put on their seat belts, "Hey! Where's Ah Wei?" She glanced at the back seat, but of course there was no one there.

"When I went downstairs, I saw him talking to Team Leader Fang. I don't know what he said."

"His mood seems to have been greatly affected...see him spit like that." She sighed and rubbed the space between her eyebrows.

Eri frowned and turned around, "Also?"

"Of course it means he and..."

"I'm fine." She rested her chin and looked out the window, "Send me to school! I almost forgot I have class today."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

"Since we are going to school," Zhou Jinglin started the engine, "Then let's go to the restaurant last time to eat! Remember? Then we bought anti-social personality and went home." In order to break the low pressure, she deliberately used Speak in a brisk tone.

After waiting for a while, "Teacher?"

"Oh, okay."

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The fifth case on Bahemut's side will also end on Wednesday.

In my conscience, I thought about the prototype of this case very early on, and I personally feel that it is a bit painful to write it. After all, such examples are really not rare.

Sometimes it's too perfect, too smart, too demanding, just to die for.

I'm not saying that hard work is not important, let alone that hard work is not possible or unnecessary, but that moderate resolution, rest, and reflection are as important as working hard to focus on one thing.