Madness of the Heart

Sha Chun's mother, Yong Huan, came late.

This dignified woman is wearing a black dress, handbag and earrings are also black, looking very solemn.

But this kind of solemnity is delicate and cold.

Ming Shu was not in the bureau, and it was Xiao Yuan who faced Yong Huan in the inquiry room.

Several police officers who witnessed Yong Huan entering the interrogation room were a little surprised standing in the corridor.

His own daughter was murdered, but Yong Huan's hair was not messed up, his face was lightly made up, and the heavy eyes could hardly be said to be due to sadness.

Xiao Yu'an looked at Yong Huan, but was not surprised.

He has seen too many family members of the victims, some crying, some silent and absent-minded, some crazy, and there are actually quite a few of them who are as calm as Yong Huan.

Parents and children, in the final analysis, still have to go their own lives, but some families are tightly bound, while some families live and then break up.

There are tight and tight contradictions, loose and loose misfortunes, and no one has the position to criticize the other's life with his own choices.

"I don't understand Sha Chun's life now." Yong Huan's voice was a little hoarse, combined with her red eyes, she should have cried not long ago, but the loss of being a mother was obviously very restrained, "She has always been to me and her father. There is resentment, thinking that we should not have divorced when she was underage. In high school, she stopped living with me, and did not go home during winter and summer vacations. After college, she has even less contact with me.”

Xiao Yu'an asked, "When was the last time you met?"

Yong Huan probably anticipated this question a long time ago, and answered quickly, "Three years ago in April. My current husband came to Dongye City to discuss business, and I accompanied him. The other party invited us to watch a folk music performance, and the Shachun performance also exist."

Xiao Yu'an said, "Is this the occasion?"

"It's ridiculous, right?" Yong Huan smiled wryly, "The mother-child relationship between Sha Chun and I is abnormal. She doesn't like me, and I don't have much affection for her. I care more about my own life. That performance Before, we hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and every time we met, we broke up due to various reasons. I sometimes asked her 'is there any suitable person', and she said that when she needed me, I didn't take care of her, so now she doesn't need my concern, so what right do I have to ask about her?"

Yong Huan sighed, and said again: "Actually, if I knew she would participate in the performance, I probably wouldn't have gone. After the performance, my husband said that this is also considered fate, why not have a meal together. It turns out that it is better not to eat that meal .”

"How to say?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Yong Huan shook his head, "She didn't want to see us at all. As soon as the food came to the table, she didn't take a bite, so she said she had something to leave. I asked what was the matter, and she said that she asked a colleague to practice erhu together. You say, this excuse Does it hurt anyone?"

Xiao Yuan did not express his opinion.

"She wants to get rid of me, so I won't pester her." Yong Huan continued: "After that, I never took the initiative to contact her again. But I am her mother after all, if you want me to completely ignore her, In fact, I can't do it either. I'm well-connected in Dongye City, and I occasionally inquire about her current situation from friends. I know that she bought a house and has never had a boyfriend. She found the job in the Performing Arts Group by herself, and the salary is not low. , but it’s not too high, and it’s not enough to afford the mortgage. I recently heard that in addition to her job, she also earns extra money from outside institutions, I thought that if she was short of money, I..."

After a moment of silence, Yong Huan raised his face slightly, and waited until the tears receded before saying: "I didn't expect her to leave just like that."

Xiao Yu'an said: "You said you don't understand Sha Chun now, but you actually know a lot."

Yong Huan finally wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, "Others describe the kind of helpless pain as punching cotton. I think the same is true of my grief now. I don't feel particularly uncomfortable, but I feel blocked and unable to vent. I There are really not many who can cooperate with your police, so I can only ask you to find her murderer and let me bury her properly. As a mother, I have failed too much. I want to do it for her in the last matter."

"No, you can actually help us a lot, such as letting us know Sha Chun more comprehensively." Xiao Yu'an asked, "Sha Chun has worked hard since he was a child?"

Yong Huan was a little confused, "Work hard?"

Xiao Yu'an said, "Why don't you tell me your views on Sha Chun when you were a student."

Yong Huan bowed his head and recalled, "If you want to say hard work, she has always been a very hardworking child. To be honest, Sha Chun is not very smart, and the teacher only evaluates her as 'hard work'. You know, the first word a teacher uses when evaluating a child is It must be the brightest part of this child. Ever since he was a child, Sha Chun has been evaluated by his teachers as 'hard work', 'hard work' and 'diligence'."

Xiao Yu'an said: "There is no 'smart'."

"Yes. When she was in junior high school, there was that kind of very smart kid in her class. She put in several times more effort than the other party, but her grades were not as good as the other party's." Yong Huan said: "I don't have any demands on her. She She is not well-known in her studies. Both me and her father are capable of sending her abroad. But she is very strong. If she fails in a subject test, she must fight hard next time. She is not willing to rely on us, and I understand that. But she does seem to have the energy of 'desperate' in her character."

Xiao Yu'an repeated slowly: "Desperate."

Yong Huan said: "Well, she has never been willing to admit her lack of talent."

"You just said that Sha Chun was making extra money." Xiao Yuan changed the subject, "Do you know exactly what kind of extra money it is?"

Yong Huan nodded, "A training institution called 'Jianjia Bailu' has no qualifications, and Sha Chun works as a teacher there."

After Ming Shu left the Performing Arts Group, he went directly to Sha Chun's home in Jiachuang Community.

Housing prices in Dongye City have skyrocketed in the past few years, and Sha Chun is probably in short supply. The two-bedroom home is decorated too simply.The living room didn't even have a sofa or coffee table, only a table and a few plastic stools.Looks like the renovation is only half done.

There is no bed in the bedroom, but a camping tent with sleeping mats, mahjong mats, and quilts in the tent.On the side wall are two simple wardrobes of the same color.

"He's a weirdo." Fang Yuanhang said, "This kind of tent is actually not cheap, maybe even more expensive than a single bed. If Sha Chun doesn't have enough money, just buy a cheaper wooden bed. Buying a tent is both troublesome and economical." No money."

"Sleeping in a tent is not necessarily to save money." Mingshu said.

Fang Yuanhang asked: "What is that for? Looking at the decoration of this house, it can be seen that Sha Chun is short of money."

"You also said just now that tents are not cheap." Mingshu squatted in front of the tent, looking at the star lights and small wooden bookshelves inside, "Sha Chun built such a tent because she obviously likes it—she enjoys lying in it. It feels like this relatively closed space is a small romantic world for her."

Fang Yuanhang had goosebumps, "Master, you are a guy who is about 1.8 meters..."

Ming Shu stood up, "Huh?"

Fang Yuanhang said: "What kind of princess dream!"

Mingshu kicked over.

The second bedroom has been transformed into a practice room, equipped with soundproof equipment, equipped with guzheng, guqin, erhu, pipa and other musical instruments, as well as radio and video equipment.

Compared with the too simple living room and bedroom, this practice room is simply luxurious.

"She's recording a video of herself playing?" Ming Shu fiddled with the guzheng lightly.

"Master, there are many costumes here." Fang Yuanhang opened the simple wardrobe.

Mingshu ordered the technical detective to check the computer in Shachun's practice room, while walking towards Fang Yuanhang, and saw that there were daily clothes in one simple wardrobe, and performance clothes in the other.

"It stands to reason that performance costumes are usually kept in the work unit, so there is no need to bring them back." Mingshu took out one of them, "Unless you have to leave home the next day to go to a performance somewhere."

Fang Yuanhang said: "But there are too many, like she bought it herself."

Long before Mingshu and others arrived, Xiao Man and other trace inspectors checked the indoor and outdoor areas.Except for Sha Chun, there were no outsiders' footprints, fingerprints, or hair in the room.

"Sha Chun lives a completely independent, undisturbed life. After work, she immerses herself in her own world." Mingshu went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The inside was clean without any peculiar smell. There are yogurt, milk, fruit beer, apples, and unopened Lancome suits. "She enjoys this kind of independence and loneliness."

Fang Yuanhang took out the milk and yogurt and looked at them, "Master, the production date is August 8."

"Before she was killed, Sha Chun went shopping once." Mingshu suddenly felt a little conflicted, "It seems that she is still planning her future life and knows nothing about possible dangers. But her behavior on the night of her death was very strange , as if she was covering for the murderer. Why did she calmly go to the murderer's appointment? That is someone she is very familiar with? She doesn't think she will be killed by the other party? "

The technical detective shouted in the practice room: "Ming team, Sha Chun is an up master."

"What?" Mingshu was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"Up masters are contributors." Fang Yuanhang said: "Those who upload works to video websites and music websites are called up masters."

Mingshu knew this statement, and when he returned to the practice room, the technical detective had already clicked on one of the videos.

In the picture, Sha Chun does not show his face, but is wearing a fairy-like light gauze white dress, playing the guzheng.

Fang Yuanhang said: "Could it be that Sha Chun made an enmity with someone online?"

Mingshu said, "Did you get killed because of online hatred?"

In recent years, online vendettas have been on the rise.But compared with real vendettas, online vendettas still only account for a very small proportion.They are infinitely magnified by public opinion, so they attract a lot of attention, giving ordinary people an illusion that many people were killed because they offended others on the Internet.

In fact, online vendettas are limited by many objective factors.First of all, it is not easy to get the real information of the other party. Secondly, it is okay if they are in the same city. If one is in the northeast and the other is in the southwest, it is not normal for normal people to seek revenge across half of the country. out thing.

Fang Yuanhang watched the video for a while, "Sha Chun has never shown her face, and there are no visitors to her house. If she hadn't made it public, no one should know her identity."

Mingshu observes more carefully than Fang Yuanhang, "There are generally two general tendencies for online feuds: one is that the two parties disagree and quarrel, which often occurs in group games and political discussions; the other is being envied by others and maliciously framed , This kind of situation often happens to people with a certain reputation. Specifically, Sha Chun, she is an up host, but you can see her playback volume-this video was uploaded in January this year, half a year has passed, and it takes only one click 1. Not a single comment, not a single barrage."

The technical detective quickly retreated to Sha Chun's homepage, which clearly displayed all the videos uploaded by Sha Chun—the first work was published three years ago, and a total of more than 200 have been released so far. There are only seven fans, and the highest number of hits is 72.

"She is such a self-entertaining host, who will be jealous and frame her?" Mingshu said: "It is very difficult for the audience to see her."

Fang Yuanhang frowned and thought for a while, "I was just wondering if Sha Chun would be a very popular up host. After all, her equipment here is so professional, and she has a wardrobe of costumes. It turned out that there were only so few hits. It's hard to imagine that she has persisted for three years. Does this also mean that she is really not talented?"

Although I feel that it is unlikely that Sha Chun will be killed by someone on the Internet, since he found out that Sha Chun is an up host, Mingshu dare not take it lightly, and asked the technical detective to follow Sha Chun's account on this website and put her on other accounts. Check out your words and deeds.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan called.

"Xiao Ju." Ming Shu's tone was quite decent when outsiders were present.

Xiao Yu'an asked, "Where is it?"

"Jiachuang community." Mingshu said truthfully: "I found some clues that I don't know if they are clues or not."

"Okay, let's analyze it together when we come back." Xiao Yu'an said: "Now you go to 'Jianjia Bailu', you can navigate to the address, it is very close to Jiachuang Community."

Mingshu understood as soon as he heard it, "Is it where Sha Chun works part-time after get off work?"

"Yes." Xiao Yu'an said, "It's time to play by ear."

The full name of "Jianjia Bailu" is "Jianjia Bailu Traditional Culture Learning Hall". The name sounds formal, but it is just a small training institution opened in a residential building.

In recent years, the ancient style has become popular among young people, and the popularity of ancient style songs on the Internet has increased. In reality, various Hanfu clubs, etiquette classes, and folk music classes under the banner of "national style" have sprung up.Larger and more well-funded ones are opened in office buildings, and more are rented in residential buildings, and they can open to recruit students by posting a billboard.

When Mingshu arrived at "Jianjia Bailu", three middle school students were learning calligraphy in the living room with a very young male teacher, and there were chaotic sounds of pipa and erhu from several rooms inside.

The receptionist at the front desk thought that Mingshu was here to consult the courses, and warmly brought a cup of herbal tea, "Sir, do you come to the class by yourself, or help your girlfriend with consultation?"

"Girlfriend?" Mingshu asked curiously.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Most of the people who come to our class are girls."

Mingshu heard the words, and was not in a hurry to reveal his identity, "Oh? What courses are there?"

"So you are consulting for your girlfriend?" The receptionist said, "The ones suitable for girls are pipa, guzheng, bamboo flute, and..."

Mingshu interrupted, "No, I will learn by myself."

The receptionist's eyes lit up, "Ah, what musical instrument are you more interested in?"

Mingshu walked towards the room where the music was playing, "Can you just take a look?"

"Ah, of course." The receptionist quickly led the way.

This house is decorated according to the specifications of a residential building, the living room is covered with square bricks, and the rest of the rooms and corridors are wooden floors.The high-heeled shoes of the receptionist knocked "clang" on the wooden floor.Mingshu looked at the ceiling subconsciously, thinking that there are a lot of people coming and going here every day, if everyone makes this noise, then the one who lives downstairs can't help it, and should complain to the property management.

And the music coming from each room seems to be suspected of disturbing the residents.

Before going upstairs, Mingshu observed carefully that most of the people living in this building were residents.Unlike some residential buildings that have been converted into offices on a large scale.

"This is our pipa classroom." The receptionist pushed open a door, and a female teacher in her twenties was teaching one-on-one with a girl with a ponytail.

It is said to be a "classroom", but it is actually a small bedroom.

Mingshu smiled, "Yes."

The receptionist pushed open another door, "This is the Erhu classroom. If you want to learn, I actually recommend you to learn Erhu."

Mingshu said, "Why?"

The receptionist said: "Many boys learn Erhu more."

Mingshu saw a trace of unnaturalness in the receptionist's eyes, "Is it just for this reason?"

"Hey..." The receptionist said embarrassingly: "Actually, we have only been open for a few months. Although the advertisement says that we can hand in any musical instrument, we don't have enough teachers. We haven't found suitable ones like Guqin and Xiao. teacher."

Mingshu folded his arms, "I see."

Seeing that the guests seemed to be retreating, the receptionist became anxious, "But our pipa and erhu teachers are very good here. Pipa is suitable for girls, and erhu is suitable for boys. Sir, why don't you try erhu!"

The receptionist was a girl in her early twenties. She was tall and good-looking, but she was not very good at talking. She was always coquettish towards male guests.

Mingshu took a step back, "I saw a guzheng for decoration in your living room, and there is a close-up of the guzheng on the billboard at the door. I guess the guzheng is your main instrument."

The receptionist blinked, "Sir, you are so smart!"

"I want to sign up to learn guzheng." Mingshu said, "Is there any teacher you recommend?"

"This..." The receptionist stammered again, "Actually, Guzheng is not suitable for boys."

Mingshu saw Xiao Yuan playing the guzheng before his eyes, and said with a smile, "But I just want to learn the guzheng."

"I, I'll check." The receptionist ran to the computer, clicked the mouse, and typed the keyboard, wondering: "I'm really sorry, our guzheng teacher has students."

"That's a pity." Mingshu said, "I heard that you have a guzheng teacher named 'Sha Chun'..."

Before he finished speaking, the male teacher who taught children calligraphy in the living room suddenly gave a right hand.

This is actually a small movement, but it happened to be in Mingshu's field of vision.

The ink falling from the tip of the pen smeared on the paper, and the male teacher quickly pulled out the paper and crumpled it into a ball.

The child asked naively: "Mr. Ling, your hands are shaking too!"

The male teacher looked at Mingshu awkwardly, and found that Mingshu was looking at him, quickly looked away, and whispered to the child: "The teacher was distracted just now."

Mingshu continued the unfinished sentence: "My friend said that Sha Chun is a professional performer of the Performing Arts Group, and I came here especially for the name."

The receptionist obviously didn't know that Sha Chun had been killed, "Ms. Sha Chun is indeed the best guzheng teacher here, but she is very busy and doesn't come every day. She had a class last night, but she didn't come. You still……"

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and a woman in her thirties hurried in.

Mingshu deliberately stepped aside.

The woman said to the receptionist: "Notify the guests who are taking classes at Sha Chun's place that Mr. Sha Chun has gone abroad to study and will not be back in a short time. We will arrange a new guzheng teacher."

"Ah?" The receptionist was stunned, and couldn't help but look at Mingshu, "This gentleman still wants to..."

"Are you the boss here?" Mingshu asked.

The woman's face was serious, "You are?"

Mingshu took out the certificate.

The woman gasps.

"You are in a hurry to change teachers for Sha Chun's students. It seems that you already know what happened." Mingshu said, "Find an empty room and talk alone?"