“How could this tragedy not happen to me?”
Wang Liang felt that Bai Song was a little unreasonable. How could winning a prize of 400,000 yuan be a tragedy?
Haven’t you seen that the middle school boy Wang Feng was willing to spend a few more years in prison for 400,000 yuan of gold? ? ?
Although 400,000 yuan cannot make people give up all their worries, it is still easy to buy a house in Shi’s hometown, or at least it can allow him to live a better life. Why?
"You just mentioned that celebrities committed suicide. You said, they are obviously very rich, why would they commit suicide?"
"In addition to what I just said, there should also be huge pressure and excessive pursuit of perfection, right?" Wang Liang tried to describe these: "But, it is more of depression."
"Well, do you think that Shi had depression after all these experiences?" Bai Song said, "In fact, there are many reasons for Shi's death. Shangjing City is the place where his soul is carried, which is what he wanted all his life, and his hometown is the place where his body is carried, which is where he will end his life.
The only place he shouldn't have come to is Tianhua City."
Tianhua City cannot bear anything. In Tianhua City, residents live a relatively comfortable life, and the local ideology is very heavy. It does not have the active and prosperous atmosphere of Shangjing City. It is suitable for down-to-earth work and life, but for Shi, it is indeed not a good choice.
"He is really not suitable for this place." Wang Liang said, "If his teachers and classmates hadn't wanted him to come and wanted to arrange a job for him, he wouldn't have come. Of course, he didn't work hard, which doesn't mean he is wrong, but people like him are really different from us."
"Well, do you still remember his suicide note?" Bai Song asked back.
"I have been wandering for a long time! In the past ten years, I have been deeply indebted to my teachers and friends. Sigh, sigh... I have nothing of value, so don't worry about it." Wang Liang read it out word for word and said, "To be honest, I have memorized and studied the entire "Golden Thread Song"."
"Yeah." Bai Song nodded approvingly: "I have always believed in you, whether it is Captain Qin, Sun Jie, Wang Huadong, or you.
You all went to the scene and confirmed that it was suicide, so how could it not be suicide?
Who could have such a great ability to kill him and make him sign such a suicide note in just two hours from the time he appeared in the video to the time he jumped off the building? Moreover, he could have made you all unable to see it? This is impossible.
Although Shi drank alcohol, the concentration of alcohol did not reach the standard of drunkenness at all, and he was at most slightly tipsy.”
"I understand what you said." Wang Liang nodded: "That's why I'm confused."
"Then have you ever thought about why he wrote that in the suicide note when he died? Why did he feel sorry for his teachers and classmates, his 'girl' and his parents? Why didn't he mention it?" Bai Song asked back.
"Um?"
Wang Liang seemed to be struck by something all of a sudden, as if he had discovered the truth. "He called his parents and Zuo Pingping?"
"He definitely didn't call his parents." Bai Song said, "Otherwise, his parents would have told us the truth. Besides, he wanted to commit suicide, so he couldn't have told his parents. But Zuo Pingping may not really know nothing."
"Then why did Zuo Pingping hide it from us?" Wang Liang was confused again.
"Listen to me now." Bai Song said, "Many celebrities, before committing suicide, will take care of their families and parents, such as buying large funds and real estate, and will also leave suicide notes. Although they are depressed, they are not stupid.
Mr. Shi, the people you feel most sorry for in this life are your parents, that’s for sure.
Secondly, it should be teachers and classmates, and Zuo Pingping is still a very important person to him. This kind of person sometimes feels that his so-called love is very precious.
He felt that his talent was not recognized. He had been in Shangjing City for eight years. Perhaps he thought he was very talented and that sooner or later he would become a singer, actor, etc., but he did not.
Eight years. Working in Shangjing City for eight years, you should be able to earn hundreds of thousands, right?
But no, not a penny.
He didn't know how many years he had worked hard before. He had worked hard for eight years in Shangjing City. After living in chaos for half a life, he ended up with nothing as good as a two-dollar lottery ticket. What a irony this was to him?
He had never been recognized, but a lottery ticket told him that maybe he might have good fortune in his life, but his talent was not good and he was destined to fail.
The most critical question is one that none of us understands.
Do you really think that you will be happy if you win the second prize in the lottery? ? ? ?
Will you be happy?
You are one number short of 5 million, and if that number is the one you have been struggling with, and you end up choosing the latter and win the second prize, what would you think?
Can you imagine?
…
Sometimes, it feels like just one number is missing, like 5 million is gone...
He was talented but useless. The 400,000 yuan from the lottery did not make up for his life at all, but it made up for his regrets, allowing him to die without worries. "
…
"What you said... is indeed the case, so, where is the money?" Wang Liang asked.
"With Zuo Pingping." Bai Song said with certainty: "When I was handling Li's murder case, that is, the dismemberment case, Li had remitted cash to his family many times. This kind of cash remittance cannot be found unless you go to the bank to check carefully.
We haven't investigated this work in detail, have we?
If you check the cash remittance records of all nearby banks, you should find it. Shi must have called Zuo Pingping, for example, he was prepared to give Zuo Pingping about 100,000 yuan, and let Zuo Pingping give the remaining 300,000 yuan to his parents, so that he would feel relieved and at ease.
He felt that he had barely done enough for his parents and Zuo Pingping.
But, obviously, he overestimated Zuo Pingping, so he committed suicide, and Zuo Pingping kept the money for herself."
"Hmm?" Wang Liang said, "That's impossible... Shi didn't know he was dead. Is it possible that Zuo Pingping hid the money?"
"Normally it wouldn't be like this, but when he was desperate and had drunk a little, it was understandable that he thought this way. After all, that was what he thought was perfect love..." Bai Song said: "There are many other things that are easy to explain. For example, how did he contact Zuo Pingping?
It’s very simple. Just go to an Internet cafe, borrow someone’s phone and give them a hundred dollars. It’s a very easy thing.
This also explains why he is absent-minded when playing games.
…
No matter how stupid he is, there is no way he would go to an Internet cafe with 400,000 yuan in cash.
Leave your money at home and come out to play games.
Maybe, he once struggled, for example, leaving his fate to the game, not committing suicide if he could win 10 games in a row, etc., but in the end, his mentality still collapsed...
Then he went home and was discovered by our camera.
Then, he went out again to remit money, drank some wine, went home to write a suicide note, and then jumped off the cliff. It took almost two hours in total.
Of course, I am more inclined to believe that even if he wins 100 games in a row, it won’t save him at all, and he will commit suicide anyway.”
Bai Song continued to look at the bustling scene outside, then stepped down from the windowsill and closed the curtains.
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