Chapter 219 Police Officer's Suspect

Lin Zhi did not see the contents of the diary, but she could get a glimpse of it from the expression in Qiu Huo's eyes.

He walked out of the overly narrow house and saw a crowd of people standing in the corridor, craning their heads to watch the excitement.

The sound of their discussion was not loud but noisy, yet it fell clearly into his ears.

"I heard it was suicide. He was so young and no one knew why."

"Maybe he's sick and can't afford treatment, or maybe he owes money and can't pay it back. Who knows? Anything can happen these days."

"Suicide? That's really boring. Last month's story was more interesting."

"What's up?"

"I know, I know. It was the one at room 463. There was a prostitute living next door. The man went to look for the prostitute, but his wife, who was working the night shift, came home. The two of them started fighting inside the house and then outside. The prostitute didn't care how they argued and asked them to pay according to the service time. The man couldn't get the money out of his pocket, so his wife paid him with a gloomy face. It was hilarious."

There is a kind of absurd numbness in this world. Life and death seem to be trivial matters in the midst of laughter, while those trivial and filthy family affairs have become rare treasures worth chewing and savoring repeatedly between people's teeth. Some are even like fodder in the stomach of ruminants, becoming things that some people depend on for survival and cannot live without.

Lin Zhi was neither sad nor angry. As he spent day after day trying to figure out people's hearts, he seemed to have lost the ability to empathize.

He lowered his head somewhat lacking interest and stared at the lines on his palm.

So boring, these people and things, these life and death.

This emotion is amplified invisibly, causing people to lose patience with everything in the world and become a little irritable.

Lin Zhi didn't notice this abnormality, but was trying hard to suppress himself from losing control at this time.

He didn't like that. He didn't like being an outlier in the secular world's definition. He didn't like his hypocritical yet perfect mask being destroyed.

The young man standing in the crowd was out of place. From Qiu Huo's angle, he could see his thin white neck exposed when his head lowered, like an exquisite yet cold piece of white jade.

Qiu Huo sensed that he was not feeling well, but the surrounding environment really made it difficult for people to maintain emotional stability.

Qiu Huo stepped forward, held Lin Zhi's hand and led him forward, letting the people behind him follow.

As the man walked, he created a gust of air. Lin Zhi felt the wind passing by him, and then it carried him forward without giving him a chance to refuse.

Qiu Huo's palm was large and strong enough to wrap around his hand.

Lin Zhi was sent to the passenger seat. Qiu Huo rested his hand on the door and asked him, "Shall I take you home first?"

This should have been the case, but Lin Zhi didn't want to leave, not because of the mission.

"He might be waiting to see my reaction. I'll wait for you at the bureau and we'll go back together later."

Lin Zhi looked at Qiu Huo and spoke calmly and rationally.

However, this did not make the right sense to Qiu Huo, who automatically translated it into Lin Zhi wanting to stay with him.

Intellectually, Qiu should have refused, but he bent down and reached into the car, grabbed the coat on the driver's seat with one hand, and put it on Lin Zhi.

The moment the coat wrapped around the young man's body, Qiu Huo lowered his head and kissed Lin Zhi on the lips using the cover of the clothes.

"Then wait for me and I'll sleep with you at night."

Officer Qiu pulled his coat together, stood outside the car and closed the door.

He didn't get in the car because he still had to deal with some follow-up matters.

Lin Zhi listened to the sound of the car door closing, twisting the corner of the man's coat with her fingertips, and there seemed to be the heat from the man's lips between her lips.

Those feelings of fatigue and boredom dissipated like the tide, and he curved his eyes, with ripples of light in his soft eyes.

Tsk, who is sleeping with whom?

After returning to the bureau, Lin Zhi was assigned to his workstation by Qiu Huo.

To the people in the detachment, he was an old acquaintance, so no one found it strange. What was more important now was the case.

New photos were added to the whiteboard of the case meeting.

"The deceased is Liu Xiaowan, female, 21 years old..."

There is no doubt that Liu Xiaowan committed suicide. Both the wound assessment and the diary recording her increasingly depressed emotions showed that she ended her life in order to seek relief.

But the white lines she deliberately drew on her clothes revealed that the truth behind this matter was not simple.

The phone that was retrieved had been formatted and data restoration was being performed urgently.

The mobile phone Liu Xiaowan used was not the latest smartphone, and its software functions were not advanced, so the original data on the phone was quickly restored.

Three months ago, Liu Xiaowan met a female netizen named Xia on a local forum. From their frequent daily chats, it can be seen that Liu Xiaowan has regarded the other party as spiritual comfort as they get along better and better.

Zhu Changdong: "Female netizen?"

In fact, they had no way of determining Xiao Xia's gender. This would also be true if the other person was a taller woman with short hair. They assumed that Xiao Xia was a man because of his height and strength, as well as the witness of the old man in the garden and his claim to be the person who ordered flowers on the forum.

But Xiao Xia sets herself up as a female here, making his gender even more questionable.

"We have no way to change our lives. We live in such a small house now. We can only find a similar man to fall in love with and marry, and then continue to rent a house and live a poor life. We will have children, which will make our lives even more difficult. We have to take care of the children while working, and our days will end in a blink of an eye."

Qiu Huo read out the contents of the chat records he had selected with an expressionless face. From here on, Xiao Xia began to be induced to commit suicide.

Inducing an adult to commit suicide is certainly not to extol the beauty of death, but to point out the cruelty of reality and make those who are unable to bear it and are panicked about the future choose to escape.

In the chat log, Liu Xiaowan said: "Life is so disgusting."

Liu Xiaowan didn't want to commit suicide at first, even though it was very painful, but everyone seemed to survive this way.

A person's mental breakdown does not happen overnight, but is the result of repeated struggles, climbing up and falling down.

One day in the middle of the night, Liu Xiaowan opened her eyes, stared at the toilet, and pressed the flush button.

She had her salary accidentally deducted the day before, and because she couldn't bear to spend the money that morning, she had to eat expired food. When she had diarrhea, she sat on the toilet, crying while defecating and eating leftovers, because she had to rush to work for an hour, and she had to have food in her stomach to maintain her strength.

But the churning in her stomach made her bend over and vomit before she could flush the contents of the toilet. At that moment she realized that she was the most disgusting thing in the world.

Under the daily mental induction and verbal output of her "friend", and in the midst of constant mental breakdown, reorganization and collapse, Liu Xiaowan made her choice.

Xiao Xia agreed with her to commit suicide, using the three lines on their clothes as a promise that they would go to heaven together.

There was no need to analyze the situation too much this time. Qiu Huo gave orders in an orderly manner at the case meeting, letting each group be responsible for their own tracking tasks.

He was looking through Liu Xiaowan's information and suddenly discovered something. He immediately looked for the information of the first two victims.

The three victims were different from each other and lived in different circles, which was totally inconsistent with the way a serial killer chose his prey, but he suddenly discovered that there might be something in common between the three of them.

After converting the lunar calendar to the Gregorian calendar, Qiu or confirmed his conjecture.

The only thing the three victims had in common was their birthday.