Her body hit the street heavily. Her bones were shattered and her internal organs were ruptured. When the ambulance crew picked her up, she was so soft that it seemed like there were just a few balls of cotton wool stuffed under the skin.
But compared to the vigor and vitality of this decisive leap, her death itself seemed light, like a gust of wind, which could be ignored in the blink of an eye.
At least the neighbors are calm. In other words, without this bitter and violent woman, my ears have become clearer, and the relationship between the neighbors is much more peaceful.
The policemen were naturally calm. There was no victim or murderer in committing suicide by jumping off the building. It was neat, relaxed and pleasant. No one bothered anyone.
Even Liu Weidong was calm, or rather confused.
Hununun gathered the body, Hununun went to the funeral parlor, Hununun left the funeral.
In the end, only Yuan Xiaochuan, a friend with whom he had only been acquainted for a short period of time, reacted more violently. For several days, he kept trying to find justice.
But how can justice be so good?
"call."
In the office.
Yuan Xiaochuan took a deep breath of cigarette and rubbed his sore eyes.
In front of me, lying in the folder on the computer screen, were two pieces of evidence regarding Zou Ping's suicide.
One is a few photos taken at the scene: a few dried blood stains and blackened handprints in the corridor.
Another piece of evidence is much more intuitive. It is a video secretly shot with a mobile phone through a crack in the door. The shaky picture is overexposed. The skylight is bright white, dividing the entire picture into black and white.
And in the dark corridor, there was a shadow crawling and crawling on the stairs. The aperture gradually adjusted, and a thin silhouette could be faintly discerned, using his only remaining arm to climb up little by little.
Yuan Xiaochuan was silent, watching this video more than a dozen times until the last second.
Then he put out the cigarette butt and closed the computer.
Sitting there is no use.
The justice of the dead must ultimately be repaid by the living.
…
He went to the monitoring room to retrieve the day's monitoring.
Only by finding the bastard who broke into Liu's house that day and the direct murderer who forced Zou Ping to death can we identify Hong Daihai, the culprit behind the scenes.
But to be honest, he has watched the surveillance several times in the past few days, but due to the imperfect infrastructure of small cities and the lack of cooperation of some people, little progress has been made.
This time, he just wanted to find out if there was anything he had missed. Isn't that what handling a case is like? It's not as glamorous as in the movies, but mostly it's just a tedious and cautious process of repeated verification.
But as soon as we arrived at the monitoring room, there were some whispers in the corner.
"Hey, Captain Yuan is here to see the surveillance camera again."
"Yeah, I've looked at it a hundred times in the past few days. I just can't find it. Can I still see a flower?"
"I think he is the emperor and not the eunuch. He doesn't care about Liu Weidong."
"Of course. It's less of a burden and you can get a large amount of compensation. If it were me, I wouldn't be interested."
"Hey, do you think that Captain Yuan cares so much about that family? Does he have an affair with that Zou Ping..."
"Keep your voice down so he can hear you."
"What are you afraid of? I'm making a bold assumption."
Yuan Xiaochuan listened to every word of those gossips. He was originally parachuted in, but he still fought against local snakes and broke some local unspoken rules. It was not surprising that the whole bureau had prejudices against him.
.
With prejudices, irrelevant rumors will naturally follow.
At first, he would lose his temper, but later he didn't bother to deal with it.
Flies and moths can only do this.
But this time...
"That's it. No wonder he is so concerned about the car accident case."
"I'm sure I'm going to let it go. What do you think? The other husbands have agreed to reconcile, but he still insists on letting go..."
The nagging man wanted to laugh strangely to brighten the atmosphere, but he saw his companion's eyes were horrified.
As soon as he turned his head, he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall, and then he met a pair of angry eyes.
Yuan Xiaochuan gritted his teeth and asked:
"What did you turtle just say?!"
…………
"Have you reconciled with Hong Daihai?!"
After a while.
The living room of Liu Weidong's home.
Liu Weidong, who was pouring water, hesitated and his eyes dodged.
"You got it."
Lao Yuan got the news from the bureau and immediately rushed to Liu Weidong's house angrily.
Without thinking, I asked and got the answer.
His mind was buzzing on the spot, and it took him a while to suppress his anger and ask in a deep voice.
"When did it happen?"
"yesterday."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Liu Weidong smiled and did not answer.
Lao Yuan took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"Why do you want to reconcile?"
"My relatives, friends and neighbors are all trying to persuade me..."
Liu Weidong was still the same, with gentle movements and gentle words, but Lao Yuan was so angry that he couldn't bear to be gentle, so he immediately interrupted him.
"Don't you know why they persuaded you?!"
But Liu Weidong nodded.
"Of course I know."
He raised his head with helplessness on his face.
"But what will happen if we continue to fight? Other families have a big business, and the 'Black Prison' has caused such a big incident, so why not be suppressed?"
He continued to ramble:
"I have thought about it. In the past six months, my relatives and friends have suffered a lot because of my family's affairs. If we reconcile, it will be fine. As for the elders in the family, I am better off. My mother died early, but my parents-in-law are still there.
I only have one daughter and my wife, so I can provide them with their old age care after receiving the compensation.”
Old Liu pulled them off one by one, but Yuan Xiaochuan became more and more annoyed as he listened.
"You only think about your relatives and friends, and your parents-in-law, but have you thought about Zou Ping?!"
The more Lao Yuan talked, the more excited he became. He pointed at Liu Weidong's nose and asked:
"Are you worthy of Zou Ping?!"
Liu Weidong's eyes were dazed for a while, but he calmed down after a while.
He said: "My wife is dead."
Yuan Xiaochuan was immediately so angry that he could not speak.
If your wife dies, you can reconcile with your enemies?! This is not the fear of trouble!
He stood up suddenly, pointed at Liu Weidong and yelled:
"No one else is right, you are just a turtle egg! You are just a coward!"
After scolding him, he turned around angrily and left. But when he got to the door, he still felt that he couldn't hold on for a breath, so he turned back and said "poof" before finally slamming the door and leaving.
…………
Liu Weidong quietly watched Yuan Xiaochuan leave.
for a long time.
Then he sighed slowly.
Lao Yuan was full of doubts when he came, and angry when he left.
He did not expect that today would be Zou Ping's first seven days. After tonight, the last farewell of the living to the dead would also come to an end. What he did not realize was that Liu Weidong had swept away the confusion of the previous few days and showed a different kind of spirit.
.
He got up early today, cleaned the house inside and out, gave the big yellow dog a bath, and put on a crisp suit for himself.
Now, he just sullenly collected the ashes that Yuan Xiaochuan shook off, and then took down the statue of the ancestor he enshrined.
The big yellow dog next to him whimpered and snuggled up, putting his head into his owner's arms.
"Huang'er."
He stroked the big yellow dog's fur.
"You say someone else is powerful, but I am a commoner..."
Liu Weidong looked in a daze, but his hands were methodical and meticulous in wiping the statue, making the ancient dusty clay sculpture gradually glow with bright colors.