Chapter 82 Retribution
◎I have already said everything, can I leave now?◎
Zhu Feipeng's eyes were like lightning, with a solemn and righteous look as he stared at Jia Shendu closely.
Under such a strong gaze, Jia Shendu's emotions gradually began to tense up.
Zhu Feipeng leaned forward and slowly pushed the photo frame that was upside down on the table forward. His movements were extremely slow, so slow that Jia Shendu wanted to rush over and snatch it away.
[What does he mean? What does he know? What is this photo? What is it? Tell me now! Damn——]
Click, click!
Following this clicking sound that made Jia Shendu extremely annoyed, Zhu Feipeng suddenly flipped the photo.
This is an enlarged old black-and-white photo, sixteen inches in size, in an exquisite white frame, with the patina of history, as if it has been touched countless times.
The train station square, the pointed clock tower, two serious-looking experts, and a crowded crowd... Behind the experts stood a thin figure in a plaid coat, his head tilted to the left, revealing half of his face.
[Really! I really took a picture of it! I, I, I... I pushed Shi Tong down the stairs and he died on the spot, how come his picture is still there? I saw myself, that person is me, that gray and white plaid coat is a high-end item I bought at Friendship Mall, I wore it home to show off during the Chinese New Year, anyone who is familiar with me can recognize that person is me. How could this happen? What should I do? What should I do! ]
The picture Ji Zhao drew was almost real, except that the drawing paper was a slightly rough oil painting paper, not the glossy photographic paper in the photo studio. In addition, the painting was just finished, and the rosin in the paint could be faintly smelled. In order to cover up the traces of the painting, Zhao Xiangwan specially found an old photo frame, sealed the picture, and then sealed it with plastic. At first glance, it looked no different from a photo. Jia Shendu did not doubt it at all, and his heart began to beat wildly in shock.
Click!
Zhu Feipeng tapped the table heavily with his hand: "You should remember the photos taken by Shi Tong, right? Do you think that if you push Shi Tong off the building, everything will be over? Lu Zhiying has kept every photo of him intact. If you didn't force Shi Qiyan to jump off the building, who would have thought of the grudge between you and Shi Tong? It's all because you are guilty..."
Jia Shendu shuddered and pursed his lips into a typical straight line. In the study of micro-expression behavior, this means that he began to be mentally defensive and carefully analyzed every question from the police.
Observing Jia Shendu's appearance, he is somewhat similar to Pan Guoqing in appearance, with a typical lip shape, a short upper lip, a protruding lower lip, and a slight overbite. This kind of person is very suspicious and defensive.
Zhao Xiangwan observed the changes in his expression and listened to his inner thoughts.
[The photo is right here, and my face is clearly revealed. It's useless to deny it, so I have to accept the fact. But... I have to think about it, there is no Zhai Xinlian in this photo. Although Shi Tong saw me and her fighting, and said something to me with a fierce face, saying that I don't look like a teacher and should keep a distance from female students, but she is not in this photo. It should be that she was blocked. Why did I appear at the train station on the 17th, and how to get myself out of the incident of Zhai Xinlian's disappearance, this is the most important thing. ]
Jia Shendu didn't listen to what Zhu Feipeng said at all. He stared at the photo, thinking of a countermeasure quickly, and slowly calmed down.
"...I thought that if I pushed Shi Tong off the building, everything would be over..."
Zhu Feipeng's words clearly entered his ears, but they seemed to be a beat late. When he finally thought of a countermeasure and calmed down, these words suddenly flashed through his mind.
[Do they know it was me?!]
His eyes suddenly widened and his pupils dilated. He seemed to be frozen, his neck was straightened and he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
The members of the serious crime squad exchanged glances: a typical freeze reaction, Shi Tong’s death was definitely related to him!
After each case, Zhao Xiangwan would discuss the case with everyone, especially the analysis of micro-expressions and criminal psychology, which benefited everyone. Now Jia Shendu's performance was just like what was written in the textbook, standard, normative, and clear, which made everyone in the interrogation room feel at ease.
——It’s rare to have such a standard case, it’s a good opportunity for everyone to practice!
After hearing everyone's voice, Zhao Xiangwan turned the pen cap again.
Click!
A sound represents urging.
Kill him while he is ill!
Zhu Feipeng yelled, "Tell the truth!"
Jia Shendu took a long time to reply: "What do you want to confess?" His throat was a little tight, and the words he spoke sounded extremely dry, like a blunt knife scraping on stone, very harsh.
Zhu Feipeng clicked on the photo and said, "In the Zhai Xinlian missing case, you told the police that you took the train back to your hometown on January 15, 1981, and were in your hometown on January 17, 1981. So now, why are you in this photo?"
Jia Shendu spoke faster: "I forgot what happened at that time. Is this person me? I don't know."
His eyes started to roll around, and it was obvious that he was guilty and trying to make excuses.
Amid the clacking sound, Zhao Xiangwan said slowly, "That woolen coat still looks very fashionable even now. It must be worth a lot of money, right? We took this photo to your village and asked people about it. Everyone remembered that it was you, and that the luggage bag was also the one you brought back to the village before the Chinese New Year. So... just admit it honestly. There is no point in trying to make excuses."
The two voices rang out at the same time, disturbing Jia Shendu. He knew that the policewoman in front of him was deliberately making trouble, but he just couldn't control his emotions. Zhao Xiangwan's words hit the nail on the head, and his eyes moved faster.
[Recognized? Can't hide? Who could have known that I would dress up for once and still leave an excuse? What do the villagers know? No one except my family knows about this. Yes, so what if I admit it? ]
Jia Shendu finally got his IQ back and raised his head: "Ah, I remember now. I originally bought a ticket for the 15th to go back home, but when I got to the train station, a woman flirted with me. I couldn't resist and followed her to a small hotel for two days. I bought a ticket to go home on the 17th."
“Why did you lie to the police?”
"I thought it was better to have less trouble than more, especially if a university teacher was soliciting prostitution, it would be bad if it got out, so I lied."
"Which inn? How much did you charge?"
Jia Shendu always shook his head.
"Which one? What time is the train?" Zhao Xiangwan was still calm, but the sound of turning the pen cap became more urgent. The two different rhythms of the sound made Jia Shendu, who was sensitive and used to controlling others, very crazy.
"It was in the morning anyway. I forgot which trip it was."
"Have you met Zhai Xinlian?"
This time Jia Shendu's answer was very quick: "No."
The field suddenly became quiet.
Jia Shendu was secretly delighted, thinking that he had managed to avoid this hurdle.
What can the police do? So what if they have photos? So what if I admit it? Even if I took the same train with Zhai Xinlian, they still can't say that I have anything to do with her disappearance. There were many people on the same train, so does that mean I must have something to do with her? I bought the train ticket, and I waited at the train station. When I saw her, I said there was an emergency and I needed her to get off with me at Yiling Station in advance, and then let her go home a few days later.
Zhai Xinlian was a little unhappy at the time, but I was her teacher, so she didn't dare to resist and could only get on the car with me reluctantly. If I hadn't met Shi Tong, no one in the world would know that Zhai Xinlian was going back to her hometown with me. 】
Zhao Xiangwan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
"Which station did you get off on the No. 17 train?"
"Yiling."
"What time did you arrive?"
"About seven or eight in the evening."
"Where do you live?"
“I don’t remember.”
"According to our understanding, you stayed at your third sister Jia Yanming's house on the night of the 17th."
Jia Shendu opened his mouth wide and didn't respond for a long time: "My third sister, my third sister is gone."
[My sister died of illness, and my brother-in-law took the children away from Changhan County. How did they know that I stayed at her house that night? That night, Zhai Xinlian and I got off Yiling Station at around 7pm, and took a passing bus to Changhan County Railway Station, arriving at around 11pm. My third sister's home was near the railway station, and her husband and children were not at home, so I took Zhai Xinlian to her home, where there was a place to stay.]
Zhao Xiangwan remained silent, just looking at Jia Shendu quietly. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a sword unsheathed, chilling.
Such looks made Jia Shendu increasingly insecure.
[That night, I brought her to my sister's house. Zhai Xinlian got angry and asked me: Aren't we working on a project? Why are we here? I lowered my posture to appease her, saying that I liked her and wanted to take her to meet my family. I also promised that if she married me, I would find a way to keep her at Hunan University as a teacher, so that we could work together on projects and make money together.
I thought clearly. Although she had rejected me before and scolded me for being too old and not her ideal type, I still gave her one last chance. If she agreed, then everyone would be happy. I would take her back to my hometown, and we would get married as soon as she graduated. If she disagreed, then don't blame me for being heartless and ungrateful. This is my territory. I can give her life if I want her to, or die if I want her to.
Who knew, who knew Zhai Xinlian actually disagreed! She even dared to hit me! She scratched a bloody mark on my face! From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever hit me. My parents and sister all treat me as a treasure. How could they allow this shameless bitch to hit me? So, I picked up the lamp and smashed her to death. 】
Zhao Xiangwan asked the question just to hear Jia Shendu tell the true story.
咔嗒、咔嗒。
再一次撥動筆帽，趙向晚看着賈慎獨，緩緩開口：“在你三姐家殺人，你三姐不害怕？”
賈慎獨的臉色變得煞白，汗珠從頭頂滾落。
【警察知道了，警察什麽都知道了！三姐雖然死了，但她生前可能告訴了三姐夫，三姐夫雖然帶着孩子搬了家，從此沒有再和他聯系，但警察肯定找到他了！不然警察不會知道得這麽細。】
趙向晚繼續給他施加心理壓力：“你17號從火車站帶走翟欣蓮，那趟車只在宜嶺市停靠，你下車之後再坐慢車前往昌漢縣，幾點到的縣城？十點？十一點？十二點？”
審訊室的氛圍開始緊張。
趙向晚式的審訊正式開始！
高廣強、朱飛鵬、何明玉的目光全都落在賈慎獨身上，不肯放過他一分一毫的面部表情變化。
“哦，看來是十一點多，那個時候火車站人已經很少了吧？你三姐家就在車站路附近的平房裏，走過去大約多少時間？十分鐘、十五分鐘？哦，不到十分鐘就能到，對，我們走過那段路，的确距火車站很近。”
趙向晚的聲音清澈而悠然，仿佛是個說書人，站在上帝視角慢慢将賈慎獨曾經做過的事情娓娓道來。
“你三姐看到你來，一定很高興吧？你是怎麽向她介紹翟欣蓮的？學生，還是女友？”
賈慎獨的目光變得閃爍，開始逃避趙向晚的眼神。
【我先說是女友，我三姐高興得要命，我是賈家獨苗，我要是不結婚生子，我爸媽、我姐他們都着急。聽說是女友，我三姐把我們安排在一間房裏。可是翟欣蓮一臉的不高興，自我介紹說是學生，研究生！我三姐偷偷看了我一眼，不知道應該怎麽安排。翟欣蓮把行李往客廳沙發上一放，說自己睡沙發，我把她拉到房間裏，她便爆發了。不好聽的話，一句接一句，真是給臉不要臉！】
“哦，你先說是女友，被翟欣蓮拒絕了吧？她一直嫌你長得醜，是不是？也是，連戴敏麗這個沒有文化的農村女人都嫌你醜，進了城就找個年輕漂亮的小夥子，那像翟欣蓮這樣一個眼高于底的知識女性，哪裏看得上你？”
“哐！哐哐！”賈慎獨的情緒激動起來，拼命擡手，手铐敲打在鐵椅扶手上，發出巨大的聲響。
“閉嘴，你給我閉嘴！男子重才不重貌，我有才，我有才！你這個庸俗的女人，不要用你那一套标準來衡量我的價值。”
趙向晚嘴角微微一勾：“你有什麽才？朱成嶺的研究生嗎？哈哈！朱成嶺先生育人無數，何曾對你耳提面命過一句？這都是你找關系混出來的學術背景吧？恐怕你還不知道吧？學院師生背後給你取了個外號，叫賈獨食，賈半倫，賈野狗……”
野狗什麽的，是趙向晚現編的。
野狗撲食，吃相難看。
賈慎獨聽懂了這些外號背後的含義，脖子上青筋暴露，暴跳如雷，可惜整個人被束縛在椅子上，無法跳起來，只能狂怒嘶吼：“胡說，胡說！”
趙向晚冷冷地看着他。
很會使用語言暴力？那我讓你嘗嘗語言暴力的滋味！
“賈野狗，翟欣蓮看不上你，你懷恨在心，對吧？當時夜深人靜，你和她在房間理論，你姐想勸架又不敢。你從小到大都在家裏地位崇高無比，你三姐也不敢說什麽。然後呢？然後怎樣了？”
“火車站附近平房，是六十年代蓋的磚瓦房，燈光昏暗是不是？房間的床頭櫃旁邊，有一張小床頭櫃，床頭櫃上有一盞臺燈，是不是？”
臺燈二字一出口，賈慎獨的眉心開始跳動。這一下，重案組的其他人員都察覺到了不對！他在害怕！他為什麽害怕？難道臺燈是重要證物？是殺人兇器？！
趙向晚的聲音陡然提高：“翟欣蓮是怎麽罵你的呢？癞蛤蟆想吃天鵝肉？哦不，翟欣蓮是讀書人，不可能說話那麽刻薄，應該相對隐諱是不是？比如說你是老師，我是學生，我對你只有尊敬沒有愛戀；又或者說你不是她的理想型，她從來沒有想過要和你結婚……”
賈慎獨的臉色漸漸陰沉下來，臉上開始醞釀暴風雨。
趙向晚知道，自己已經觸及到他的心理屏障，此刻攻擊，正是時候！
“臺燈，對，你拿起臺燈，狠狠砸向她的後腦！”後腦是人類最脆弱的地方，重物擊打過去，賈慎獨這是根本沒打算給翟欣蓮留條活路。
似乎有陰風吹過，賈慎獨感覺自己的後腦開始發冷。
【是她逼我的！不打死她，難道等她回到學校之後申請更換導師？難道等她告訴同學我這個老師妄圖和研究生談戀愛？難道等她告訴所有人，醜人也會多作怪，竟然敢利用老師的權力把她帶到這陌生的小縣城？她若是到派出所告我拐賣婦女，我的前途、我的命運、我的人生豈不是都要被她毀了！
殺就殺了，那又怎樣？當時鮮血四濺，站在門口想勸架又不敢的三姐吓得眼睛翻白，一下子暈死過去，真是沒用。我上去補了兩下，用麻繩把她勒死，再将她裝進麻袋，踢到客廳角落裏放着，鮮血把我皮鞋都弄髒了。我把三姐喊醒，讓她清理。三姐當時那個臉色，像張金紙一樣。後來她死得早，估計也是吓破了膽吧？人又不是她殺的，我都不怕她怕什麽？】
賈慎獨目光放空，呆呆地看着牆角某處，無意識地重複着趙向晚的話：“我砸了嗎？砸了吧？”
趙向晚的每一句話，都在一步步還原案件過程，聽得重案組所有人目眩神迷。
明明大家都是一樣地調查取證，面對賈慎獨也一絲面部表情變化都沒有放過，可偏偏就趙向晚可以從細微之處入手，仿佛親眼所見。
趙向晚的語氣非常篤定：“是！你砸了。後腦砸下去，翟欣蓮瞬間倒地，鮮血流了一地，沾濕了你新買的皮鞋，你嫌髒，還在她身上踩了幾下，看她沒有斷氣，再用一根麻繩将她勒死，像勒死戴敏麗一樣，是不是？”
完全就是事件重放！
賈慎獨的心理防線不斷回縮，繼續重複着趙向晚的話：“勒死戴敏麗？”
趙向晚加快了語速：“你用什麽裝翟欣蓮的屍體？編織袋、麻袋，還是……”
停頓半秒，趙向晚冷笑道：“哦，原來是用麻袋裝的，雖然翟欣蓮個子瘦小，但那麽大一個人就死在你面前，你三姐吓得夠嗆吧？你就不怕？哦對，你已經殺過一個，間接害死一個，不怕了，是不是？”
賈慎獨腦子裏依然還留着一絲清明，知道不能承認殺人事實，但他現在冷汗順着後背往下，電扇風一吹，渾身發冷，開始顫抖，思路不自覺地被趙向晚帶着走。
【麻袋裝着一個人，剛開始還是軟乎乎的，後來便變得僵硬起來，搬動很不方便。好在三姐家有輛三輪摩托車，第二天一大早将麻袋搬上車，帶回老屋去。三姐臉色一直很難看，一路上不停地念阿彌陀佛。真是可笑，這世上如果真有菩薩，早就把我給收了。我看吶，這本就是弱肉強食的世界，只要你夠惡，就沒有人敢欺負你。
路上碰到人了嗎？好像沒有吧，哦，不對，雖然走得早，但進村之後摩托三輪車突突突地響，隔壁海東家過來看熱鬧，看到麻袋還問了句我們拖了什麽貨回來。三姐當時差點要哭了，還是我說了句，是我托三姐做的臘肉，順路帶回來，這才把謊圓了過去。】
趙向晚聽到他心中所想，整個案件過程清晰無比地呈現在腦海之中。
“你把裝死人的麻袋帶回老屋，沒有人看到嗎？有人吧？我們在調查賈家村的時候，你隔壁那家就說過，81年春節前，你和你三姐開着摩托三輪車回來，車上有個大麻袋，是不是？”
警察都知道了！
賈慎獨此刻再無僥幸之心，随着身體的顫抖，牙齒開始相碰，發出咯咯咯的聲響。這個聲音在口腔引發共鳴，讓賈慎獨頭痛欲裂。
原來這就是語言的力量嗎？這小女警只不過輕飄飄幾句話，就讓賈慎獨內心生出一種想死的心。
【如果我現在死了，就不用再承受她的逼迫了吧？如果我現在尋死，警察就不會再追問我的罪責了吧？我是大學教授，為人師表，走出去人人崇拜尊敬，我只要說幾句話，學生能吓得幾天睡不着覺。我這麽一個了不起的人物，怎麽能夠坐在這裏，被這個口齒伶俐的小丫頭逼問？！】
賈慎獨再一次叫嚣起來，拼命地晃動着雙手：“放開我！我是大學老師，我是優秀黨員，我是承擔着上百萬科研項目的專家、人才。你們都在胡說些什麽？什麽臺燈、麻袋、三輪車……我什麽都不知道！”
趙向晚緩緩站起，與賈慎獨保持一米距離，居高臨下看着一臉猙獰之色的賈慎獨：“如果你什麽都不知道，那我請問你，1981年春節，你家裏為什麽翻修茅廁？”
一句話陡然喊破賈慎獨藏得最深的心事，他眼睛發紅，惡狠狠地盯着趙向晚，聲音從牙齒縫裏擠出來：“我，我幫家裏看了風水，翻修才能讓我爺爺好起來。”
趙向晚忽然笑了起來。
她膝蓋微屈，雙拳緊握，置于身側，雙腳一前一後而立，眼睛緊緊盯着賈慎獨的眼睛，以一種猛虎出擊的姿态，給了賈慎獨莫大的壓力。
她的笑容雖美，但一絲溫度都沒有。
她的眼睛裏似乎藏着刀子，淩遲着賈慎獨那顆早已爛透了的心。
“風水？你信風水？行善，便是最好的風水，你不知道？”
“殺人容易，處理屍體難，對吧？”
“将屍體藏在老屋，才是真正壞了你家的風水！三姐去世，爺爺奶奶去世、母親去世……不過才十一年時光，你家老屋便只剩下一個垂垂老矣的父親！”
“這便是報應！”
賈慎獨內心的最後一道防線終于崩潰，渾身顫抖，淚水從泛紅的眼睛裏流了下來。
他是家中唯一男丁，得萬千寵愛于一身，爺爺奶奶、爸爸媽媽、四個姐姐，都把他當心肝寶貝。農村雖然窮，但他從來不缺吃穿。小時候村裏人連飯都吃不飽，偏偏他天天要吃肉。如果看到碗裏沒有肉，他就嚎叫哭喊。有一回他爸實在是身上沒有一分錢，只好和他商量：慎獨啊，明天再買肉行不行？
賈慎獨記得很清楚，那個時候他才六歲，拿起一塊磚頭就把鍋給砸了，一邊砸還一邊哭：“我要吃肉，我要吃肉！不給我肉吃，誰也別吃飯。”
後來他爸背着他四處借錢，硬是借來錢去鎮上買了肉，他才停止哭鬧。
在這樣的環境下長大，賈慎獨覺得整個世界他最大。
被嬌寵着長大的他，對老家感情很深，因為這裏有他最幸福、最快樂的童年。
這裏是他最篤定的後方，是他不必處處設防的樂土。
當年殺戴敏麗，嫁禍給了姜遇春，屍體在小樹林裏被人發現；推施桐下樓，僞裝成自殺，屍體被救護車拖走。都沒有屍體處理的煩惱。
可是殺了翟欣蓮，他才發現殺人容易、處理屍體難。
分屍？在哪裏分？總有肉塊、骨頭吧？尤其是頭顱，砍柴刀都劈不開，怎麽處理？随意抛棄，肉身能被野狗吃，但骨頭呢？被人發現怎麽辦？
埋在荒郊野嶺？總要搬運屍體吧？總要開挖土層吧？村裏人最愛家長裏短，好奇心最強，你能在這麽多人眼皮子底下挖坑埋屍？太幼稚了。
退一萬步講，就算半夜三更趁人不注意刨坑埋屍。屍體總會腐爛，一旦腐爛肯定引來野狗刨食，豈不是屍骸就會被人發現？
想來想去，只能埋在老屋。老屋裏住着人，把翟欣蓮的屍體埋在茅廁那口大缸底下，誰會發現？
就算有屍臭味傳來，茅廁能夠掩蓋掉所有異味。
于是，賈慎獨和家裏人商量，借着翻新茅廁、豬圈的由頭，開始刨坑埋屍。
賈慎獨的三姐親眼看到賈慎獨殺人，吓得已經不會說話。
賈慎獨的爺爺、奶奶、爸媽看到屍體，也吓得戰戰兢兢，但是……沒有一個人覺得賈慎獨做得不對，都覺得：我家孫子（兒子、弟弟）是大教授，他肯定是氣得狠了才殺人，這個女孩不識擡舉，活該！
于是，一家子齊心協力，将翟欣蓮的屍體埋在茅廁糞缸之下。
也許是報應，也許是心理恐懼，也許是屍體腐敗産生有毒氣體，反正住在老屋的那幾個都得了病，先後去世，現在只有賈父還撐着一口氣，但也瘦得脫了形，完全是等死的狀态。
賈慎獨無數次進行心理建設：這不是報應，這就是生老病死，沒有人可以躲過。他出錢修路，想要搏一個好名聲，更想為家裏人積攢點福氣，可是，一切都是徒勞。
今天趙向晚這一句“報應”，精準擊潰他的內心，為數不多的一點點良知突然爆發，他低下頭，将臉埋在掌心，開始哭了起來。
“我也不想，我也不想……我長到三歲時幾乎腳不沾地，我爺奶、爸媽輪流背着我，把我看得跟心肝一樣，就怕我有個頭疼腦熱，斷了賈家的後。我要是哼一聲，一堆人都圍過來問我怎麽了。我爺說，我就是文曲星下凡，我是他的命。”
“在他們眼裏，我就是全世界最聰明、最好看、最有出息的孩子，無論我做什麽，他們都不住嘴地表揚、誇獎，每次在外面受了委屈，只要一回到家，就感覺到特別自在、放松。”
“我沒想到處理屍體那麽麻煩，我也沒想到會害死我爺、我奶、我媽。我真的很後悔，不應該把翟欣蓮帶到家裏來，随便在哪裏一殺，丢在外面，讓警察頭痛去不好嗎？為什麽要帶回家裏？屍體明明埋在糞缸底下，為什麽還會影響到家裏人的身體呢？”
好家夥！
朱飛鵬與高廣強同時站起，屍體，翟欣蓮的屍體找到了！
高廣強根本沒有心思再審問下去，丢下一句：“我去彙報，請求昌漢縣公安局協辦此案。”
只要在他家裏找到屍體，賈慎獨再想狡辯，都是徒勞！
“吱呀——”
審訊室的門開了，高廣強匆匆離開。
“砰！”
門又合上。
審訊室忽然安靜下來，賈慎獨意識到不對，松開手掌，緩緩擡頭。
眼淚鼻涕糊了一臉，那道刀一樣的眉毛被手揉搓得很亂，造型奇特。深深淺淺的痘印分布在他臉上，真是一張醜陋之極的面孔。
就這樣一張面孔，披着教授的外衣，這達到自己的私人目的，不斷操控學生，為他做項目、為他找資料、為他寫論文，最後卻一句指導、一句肯定都沒有，代之以冠冕堂皇的話：你們是學生，以學習為主，不要想什麽錢，什麽名利。玉不琢不成器，你們現在就應該吃苦、付出，要聽導師安排，否則……
否則什麽？導師對付學生，總會有辦法。不給學分，不讓答辯，不允許參加讀書交流會，當着課題組所有人的面，刁難她、批評她、貶低她。
他的手上，沾着淋漓鮮血，他殺了人！
何明玉将筆錄本整理好，推送到賈慎獨面前：“簽字吧。”
理智回歸，賈慎獨知道大勢已去，卻偏偏要面子，梗着脖子一臉的不配合：“我是一個有修養、有能力的高校教師，你們不能用這樣的方法對我。我什麽也沒有說，我拒絕簽字。”
終于問出藏屍地點，朱飛鵬此刻心情非常放松：“你簽不簽字都無所謂，反正……你是走不了了。”
按照《公安機關辦理刑事案件程序規定》，訊問筆錄的确要交賈慎獨核對，核對無誤之後在筆錄上逐頁簽名、捺指印，并在末頁寫明“以上筆錄我看過（或向我宣讀過），和我說的相符”。如果拒絕簽名、捺指印的，偵查人員在筆錄上注明即可，不影響大局。
賈慎獨眼珠子一轉，內心升起一線希望：“我最近失眠，腦子不太好使，你們說了些什麽，我都不記得了，應該是抑郁症，對吧？我有精神疾病，我請求醫學鑒定。”
朱飛鵬冷冷道：“抑郁症？你還知道這個病？試圖逼死施啓燕、汪勇的你，很懂什麽是抑郁，知道怎麽放大學生的焦慮、引出學生的恐懼，達到操控他們的目的嘛。不聽你話的人，都應該去死，是不是？”
咔嗒、咔嗒！
趙向晚又開始撥筆帽。
賈慎獨不敢看趙向晚，這個女孩眼睛太利，刺得他眼睛疼、胸口疼、全身都在哆嗦。可是這個聲音實在令他煩躁，大聲叫了起來：“別撥了！好煩吶——”
趙向晚淡淡道：“告訴我，你是怎麽把施桐推下的，我便讓你回去。”
賈慎獨的心再一次提了起來：審了翟欣蓮一案還不夠，怎麽還要審施桐案？
趙向晚說：“不如，讓我來猜一猜吧？”
【猜什麽？我本來就和施桐關系不好，賈半倫這個綽號就是施桐想出來的，他不肯與我合作橫向項目也就算了，他還和幾個朱成嶺的弟子聯合起來抵制我，尤其有一個在科委工作，這不是斷我財路嗎？他該死！】
趙向晚慢慢說話：“你與施桐原本就交惡，他罵你賈半倫，就是嘲諷你賣師求榮。在火車站見到你與翟欣蓮在一起拉拉扯扯，他訓斥了你兩句，你很不服氣對吧？後來……”
咔嗒、咔嗒！
毫無節奏的筆帽撥動聲響再一次觸動了賈慎獨的神經，剛才被逼問出翟欣蓮屍骨下落的他，此刻完全進入一種破罐子破摔的狀态，索性叫了起來：“你別撥了、別撥了！我告訴你就是了。”
Anyway, one is killing, two is also killing. Jia Shendu was very nervous at the moment. He just wanted the annoying clicking sound in his ears to stop, and then he told the past events one by one.
On January 18, 1981, after disposing of Zhai Xinlian's body, Jia Shendu suddenly thought of Shi Tong. If the police asked him and found out that Shi Tong had seen him and Zhai Xinlian together on the 17th, then his murder would be exposed immediately. He had to shut Shi Tong up before he could react.
The only way to truly shut someone up is to kill him.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Jia Shendu immediately bought a ticket to Xing City, arriving on the 22nd. After resting for a night, he made an appointment to meet Shi Tong.
When they met at the No. 17 train station, Shi Tong reprimanded him, and Jia Shendu bluntly replied: "Teacher Zhu passed away in 1973, where were you then?" It was I who served him tea and water, and then I sent him off with peace of mind.
Shi Tong's face turned pale. This incident was an eternal pain in his heart.
Shi Qiyan's biological mother, Qin Chihe, was the most beloved disciple of Teacher Zhu Chengling. However, because of Qin Chihe's background, he had to marry Lu Zhiying again. He felt guilty towards Qin Chihe and was ashamed to see Zhu Chengling, so he lost contact with her and did not arrive in time when the teacher passed away.
Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly realized: No wonder Shi Tong had insomnia every night during that period, muttering to himself that he was sorry for the country, sorry for the party, and even sorry for Qin Chihe. The heaven, the earth, the emperor, the parents, and the teacher are all important to the intellectuals. Perhaps in Shi Tong's eyes, being sorry for the teacher means being sorry for everything. The country and the party cultivated him, and the teacher carefully cultivated him, but he did not stay by his teacher's side when he passed away, but let a villain he despised take advantage of the opportunity.
When Shi Tong received Jia Shendu's call, he refused to meet him, so he used Zhu Chengling's relics as bait. Jia Shendu said he had Zhu's relics, a fan painted by Qin Chihe as a gift to his teacher, which successfully moved Shi Tong, so he made an appointment to meet at noon on the rooftop of the design institute.
January 23, 1981 was a very cold day. Every pedestrian was wearing a scarf and walking in a hurry.
Jia Shendu contacted Shi Tong using a public phone in the morning, and arrived at the design institute ahead of schedule with a shoulder bag slung over his shoulder. There was no one on the top floor.
Shi Tong was worried and asked for the fan as soon as he saw Jia Shendu. Jia Shendu pretended to take something out of his bag to attract Shi Tong.
Shi Tong was a tall and thin man, and the 0.9-meter-high porch was not high for him. Jia Shendu was a short man, and he raised his bag, as if to throw it out. Shi Tong's whole mind was on the bag in Jia Shendu's hand, and he was afraid that Qin Chihe's fan would be damaged, so he quickly reached out to catch it, with half of his body leaning out of the porch.
Jia Shendu stretched his body, extended his left hand, stretched out his right hand towards Shi Tong's arm, and pushed it out with all his might!
Half of Shi Tong's body was outside the wall. He was pulled and pushed by the force and immediately lost his balance and fell down the building.
Jia Shendu came prepared. After cleaning the scratches on his daughter's wall and his own footprints, he quietly went downstairs.
The building of the design institute is open, and many people from the construction units and construction units come in and out every day. Jia Shendu comes and goes freely. After Shi Tong fell from the building, everyone panicked, and no one noticed that this short, skinny, ugly man had just killed someone.
No one suspected it was murder. In addition, Lu Zhiying said at the time that Shi Tong was under great psychological pressure and had not slept all night. The comrades from the police station went upstairs for a simple investigation and found nothing unusual, so they determined it to be suicide.
After Jia Shendu finished his confession, the clicking sound finally stopped.
Jia Shendu's tense nerves finally relaxed. He took a long breath and looked at Zhao Xiangwan: "I've said it. I've said it all. Can I leave now?"
Zhao Xiangwan twirled the pen in his hand without saying anything.
Jia Shendu stared at the pen in her hand, afraid that she would turn the cap again. His psychological defenses had already collapsed, and he said everything he should and shouldn't say. Now there was only one thought in his mind: give me a quiet environment.
[Please, let me be quiet for a while, your noise is so terrible, it makes my head hurt so much that it's about to explode.]
Zhao Xiangwan sneered.
Sure enough, for someone like Jia Shendu who has a strong desire for control, all it takes to disrupt his rhythm and disturb his mind is a pen.
You want peace and quiet? I won't let you!