Chapter 372 (1/2)

”What do you think?” Wei Yan hung his head and stared at Zheng Quzhi for a moment. There was a trace of unhappiness on his face.

”It's disturbing you again. Isn't it about dirty stuff again?” Zheng Qu knows that he is not stupid. If he really tells Wei Yan what he thinks in his heart, Wei Yan may have to eat vinegar for a few days.

”Well.” Wei Yan took back her sight and looked at the teaching building surrounded by black air. Her eyes narrowed slightly: ”a few days ago, I saw that there was a lot of resentment. There was something dirty in it.”

A few days ago?

Zheng Qu knows to blink. No wonder Qi He has been asked to follow him these days. Is that why?

”Why didn't you do it the other day? I can't tell you how many flowers and bones of our motherland can be saved! ” Zheng Quzhi suddenly thought of the other side, if Wei Yan solved this earlier, it would reduce a lot of victims, wouldn't it?

Why do you have to come out when things happen?

”It's destiny.” Although Wei Yan is expressionless, Zheng Quzhi is keenly aware that Wei Yan at this time is incredibly rare with some compassion.

When I think of Wei Yan's past experience, and how many things I don't know in this long thousand years, I feel that I am not qualified to ask Wei Yan like this.

”If the king of hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you till the fifth.” Wei Yan shakes her head, with a trace of irony in her eyes.

Zheng Quzhi took a breath. This is a story No, I have to cross examine after this is over.

The teaching building where the jump occurred was in the building which was closer to the inside. The outside of the whole building had been pulled up by the security line. A kind looking policeman introduced the case to them.

Zheng Quzhi can't help but think of Yang Huai'an. Wei Yan never tells Zheng Quzhi about the trading volume between Yang Huai'an and him. But Zheng Quzhi can guess something. It should be related to his mother?

Sometimes Zheng Qu thought that if he had not gone to the ghost house or Yanglin Town, would Yang Huai'an still live with his mother in a sunny and optimistic way.

However, there is nothing in the world that can be changed if it can be changed. Yang Huai'an has been in prison, his mother has died long ago, and the sunny smile on his face no longer exists.

”The first victim, Yao Li, was a member of the study committee of class a of senior three. She usually did well and got along well with her classmates. She had dinner with her roommate the night before she committed suicide. The suicide time was at 4:04 p.m., when she was in geoscience class. Yao Li climbed onto the rooftop and jumped down on the pretext of going to the toilet. ”

”The second victim, Liao Yin, was a sports committee member of grade 2 (b) of senior high school. He usually loved playing basketball with his classmates. Ten minutes before his suicide, he was still in the basketball court with several friends. During the break, he went back to the teaching building, tied a rope to the fan and hanged himself.”

”The third dead person, Li Shunhua, was a member of the literature and Art Committee of class C of senior one. He was beautiful and had a good family background. He was good at singing and dancing. He always liked to express himself. Before committing suicide, he was still teaching the students in the class to sing chorus music.”

After the report, the police said with a straight face: ”this is the general situation of the three victims. We have to continue to investigate the specific situation. The report is finished!”

Wei Yan has no expression on her face, just let the police go down.

Zheng Quzhi looked thoughtful and quietly turned over the documents in his hand and said to Wei Yan, ”these people usually have no sign of suicide. They are class cadres, and their personalities seem to be quite outgoing.”

But it doesn't seem to mean that it's dirty things. Why did the police station hand over this matter to Wei Yan so quickly?

As if to guess what Zheng Quzhi was thinking, Wei Yan said: ”their posture after death is the same, and the same time.”