Jin Ping'an tugged on the messenger's clothes to wake him up from his memories.
The messenger put An Sien's suicide note back into Jin Ping'an's hand: "Wang Sheng was active nearby three months ago. If there is nothing else, I will go back and continue the investigation."
If you want to prove that An Sien committed suicide, this thing is essential.
After leaving these words, the messenger went straight downstairs and left.
Jin Ping'an stretched out his hand towards the messenger's back, seemingly wanting to say something.
But he couldn't say a word.
An Sien was just a stranger to him and to the courier. At best, the courier had more communication with her.
After hearing that such a person wanted to commit suicide, it was very humane for the messenger to come over.
Moreover, Jin Ping'an could sense that An Sien's death was not an insignificant matter to the messenger.
At least when he looked at An Sien's body, his face no longer had the usual coldness.
Half an hour later.
Jiang Kaiji led a group of people to pull up Huangtiao.
However, no one spoke at this time. They were all watching An Sien's video message quietly.
An Sien recorded two short videos before his death.
One video recorded the issue of inheritance. In the video, she bluntly stated that all property would be inherited by the messenger.
The other section shows the entire process of her committing suicide by taking poison, which ruled out the possibility of homicide for the police.
She had long considered that her death might bring trouble to the police, so like her mother, she made clear arrangements for her funeral.
With these two videos, it will be much easier for the police to handle the case, saving at least 70% of the trouble.
After watching these two videos, they saw the bankbook left by An Sien's mother, which was neatly placed on the coffee table.
Especially after watching the video of An Sien’s mother’s last words.
Many police officers could not hold their nerve, and their eyes began to turn red.
Such a young girl who carried her mother's expectations and thought about others chose to commit suicide.
Jin Pingan, who has a strong ability to empathize, had already burst into tears.
After taking photos and collecting evidence, An Sien's body was put into a body bag and sent for autopsy.
Only Tian Hao, Jin Pingan, Jiang Kaiji and another recorder were left at the scene.
As the first discoverer of the murder, Tian Hao will not be expelled from the crime scene even if he is suspended.
However, they had almost checked everything that needed to be checked in the house, and the four of them crossed the seal and came to the stairway.
"You are such a troublemaker. You just got the information in the morning and you were involved in a murder case in the afternoon."
Jiang Kaiji sighed helplessly: "According to the time of death, the deceased died in his own home not long after he handed the suicide note to you..."
"Absolutely. Ping An has been with me during this period. After seeing the suicide note, he asked me to rush over with him. Preliminary inference is that the deceased committed suicide by taking methamidophos."
Tian Haozi added on the side.
Even if the evidence is conclusive, the two men have not directly concluded the case at this stage.
Everything still needs to be done in accordance with the process, so as not to be caught by others.
"Why."
Jin Ping'an wiped away his tears and asked: "An Sien... what on earth did she go through to become like this?
Even though I don’t know her, judging from her behavior during the meeting this morning and her appearance in the video, such a cheerful person would not choose to commit suicide.”
Tian Hao and Jiang Kaiji looked at each other.
The two communicated with their eyes for about ten seconds, and finally Tian Hao spoke first.
The messenger's words in the ward made him get to know Jin Ping'an again. This young man was actually much stronger than he thought.
Tian Hao decided to appropriately expose Jin Pingan to some negative information, instead of hiding everything from him like before.
"I should have told you before I came here that An Sien was one of the victims who was forced to become a receptionist."
"Yeah." Jin Ping'an responded.
"Then do you know what she went through in the villa?"
Tian Hao asked back.
"I...you didn't show me the interrogation records."
Jin Pingan said in a low voice.
"Among the arrested people, apart from Wang Youcai who has been released, do you know who received the heaviest sentence?"
Tian Hao continued to ask questions, but he gave the answer before Jin Pingan could answer.
"It's the trainer."
Jin Pingan was a little confused. He had ignored the inconspicuous role of trainer from the beginning.
He originally thought that those who would be sentenced to severe sentences would be salesmen or those fierce thugs.
Because one of the two is to let people be the victim, and the other is to imprison the victim with the threat of violence.
In Jin Pingan's eyes, these two are the keys to the entire industrial chain.
"Do you think Wang Youcai's trainers only teach those girls how to pick up customers?"
At this point Tian Hao touched his pocket and lit a cigarette: "What they did can no longer be called human beings. Calling them beasts is an insult to the name of beasts."
Jin Ping'an didn't speak, but he could vaguely feel that what he was going to say next would definitely refresh his outlook.
His fists clenched unconsciously and he began to wait quietly for the next step.
"The trainer's job is not only to teach the ladies how to please the guests, but also to train those who are disobedient."
"The victims were abducted to them, and naturally they would not obey what they said. At this time, it was the trainer's turn to appear."
"For those victims who do not cooperate, they will first undergo physical torture. Most of the torture methods they choose are water prison, electric chair, drugs, etc. that will not destroy the value of the 'commodity'."
"After the physical torture is over, what follows is the mental torture."
After explaining this, Tian Hao took a puff of cigarette.
"They put the victims on chains and display them to crush their self-esteem. If the victims still don't give in, the trainers will take the final step and paralyze their whole bodies and feed them drugs..."
Tian Hao pulled off the cigarette butt and held it in his hand, as if he was using the burning pain to relieve his negative emotions.
"After all this is done, the trainer will give the victims a second brainwashing hint, completely erasing their egos and training them into qualified 'commodities'."
Tian Hao had only heard from other colleagues that such a thing happened before, but this was the first time he had experienced it personally.
After listening to Jiang Kaiji's story a few days ago, he wanted to rush into the detention center and chop the trainer into pieces.
"Among the victims we rescued in the past few days, there was one who was taken to the last step. She was sent to a mental hospital for psychological treatment not long ago. The doctor said that the hope of recovery is very slim."
When Tian Hao said these words, the girl's empty eyes and smiling face appeared in Tian Hao's mind unconsciously.
He pinched his thigh hard to force himself to calm down.
This is true for Tian Hao, the veteran detective, not to mention Jin Ping'an.
The Jin Ping'an in front of him was already dilated and his eyes were red.
But this time, he didn't get angry like before, but swallowed his breath silently.
From this point of view, Jin Pingan is indeed much more mature than he was when he was a minor.
"Let's go back."
Jin Ping'an said word by word: "Le Jia is too busy alone."
Tian Hao nodded, turned around and patted Jiang Kaiji on the shoulder: "I'll leave this to you."
Jiang Kaiji waved his hand impatiently: "I understand, you, a suspended guy, don't give orders here...be careful and don't let him do stupid things."
The second half of the sentence was inaudible and only Tian Hao could hear it.
"I know it without you having to tell me."
Tian Hao replied in a low voice, and then quickly went downstairs to catch up with Jin Pingan.
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The dusk is dim and the setting sun is like blood.
The setting sun approaches the Western Mountains, and the distant horizon is bright red.
White-collar workers who have worked hard all day are either taking the bus home or heading to a restaurant in groups to have a drink while facing the last rays of the setting sun.
There are also many students who have finished their extracurricular tutoring, gathering together in twos and threes, looking at their empty-handed peers with envious eyes.
The sunset means that the day is coming to an end, and most people will usher in the most relaxing moment of the day.
There was only a solitary young man walking against the crowd.
With his eyes dull, he looked like he was deep in thought, and his look made people sweat, fearing that he might accidentally hit a telephone pole or a trash can.
But whenever someone is about to collide with him head-on, he can always dodge nimbly.
One can't help but wonder if the so-called dull eyes are his own illusion.
Ai Liangnian left the commercial street on foot and came to Huayuan Road.
He had been thinking about a problem all afternoon.
How do people feel when they choose to commit suicide?
It is obvious that their great revenge has been avenged; it is obvious that there is no financial burden; it is obvious that the people they care about most want them to live well and start a new life.
Why do they behave in ways that contradict the deceased's expectations?
Shouldn't we step out of the shadows and face a new life like in the book?
Ai Liang wanted to try to understand their original mood, but found that he couldn't understand it at all.
Even if he had experienced the death of his parents in his previous life, he still wouldn't be able to understand it.
His ability to empathize became worse and worse. Even if he could simulate the other person's personality, as long as he switched back to his own consciousness, those feelings would evaporate instantly and disappear without a trace, just like water poured into magma.
trace.
Ai Liang originally wanted to return to normalcy by experiencing a peaceful life, but now he is going further and further on the ruthless road.
He can read other people's thoughts and distinguish other people's joy, anger, sorrow, and fear, but he gradually cannot understand what is happiness and what is sadness.
For example, when you see an apple, you not only know its entire process from bud differentiation to flowering and fruiting, but you even know how to cultivate, plant and graft it, but you cannot recall the taste of apples anyway.
In the past, Ai Liang just became numb after seeing too much, not truly ruthless.
But ever since he met the Thousand-Faced Man, his emotional module was like being infected by a virus, gradually losing its function.
Ai Liang once wondered if his spirit had been tampered with by the Thousand-Faced Man.
But according to the description of Thousand-Faced Man's abilities in Gao Bin's memory, unless Thousand-Faced Man's main consciousness comes, it is impossible for Xu Zhihai's single thought to affect him.
After much thought, Ai Liang finally attributed all this to his own experience.
While Ai Liang was still thinking about the above question, a pleasant voice woke him up from his meditation.
"Hey, Ah Liang, what are you thinking about? You look like you are bitter and resentful."
At some point, Ye Qing suddenly appeared in front of him, bowing slightly and looking at his face from bottom to top.
Ai Liang came back to his senses and focused his eyes on the playful girl in front of him: "...Ye Qing, it's nothing."
"Hey~ is it really nothing? Your expression just now didn't look like 'nothing'. This is the first time I've seen that expression on your cold face."
Ye Qing pouted, straightened up and came to Ai Liang's side, and the two walked side by side towards the residential building.
"...After all, I just moved here, and it will take some time to adapt to the unfamiliar environment of Qianhua City."
Ai Liang said casually: "For example, the overall layout of urban roads, as well as the locations of schools, shopping malls, shopping streets, movie theaters, etc., need to be gradually familiarized. It is normal to feel troublesome."
"Normal people usually follow the navigation on their mobile phones. How can they keep the road distribution of the city in their mind? Do you want to work part-time as a taxi driver?"
Ye Qing couldn't help but complain.
Ai Liang responded in a calm tone: "It's just a personal habit, and these are always useful when they are needed, so be prepared."
"No matter how you look at it, you are so mature and stable that you don't look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at all."
Ye Qing lightly bumped Ai Liang's shoulder: "Well, we're done with excuses, what about the truth?"
Ai Liang stopped and turned to look at Ye Qing.
The latter showed a bright smile to him: "I used to tell you all my troubles, but you rarely talked about your own affairs. It's okay to talk to me about your troubles occasionally, big sister."
Ai Liang opened his mouth slightly and wanted to explain.
But as if Ye Qing knew what he was going to say, she took the first step and put her finger on Ai Liang's lips.
"Don't say that I don't have any worries at all. I obviously go out early and come back late every day. I occasionally lie on the balcony alone at night. Even just now, I looked like I was thinking hard."
"Didn't I say, I just came here a little..."
Ai Liang turned away and continued walking forward, but Ye Qing grabbed his arm.
"Ah Liang, we have known each other for five years. Although we only met recently, we know each other well."
Ai Liang turned around, while Ye Qing had a bad smile on his face: "Complain to me like you did before. It's been a long time since I heard you pour out your bitterness. It feels like I'm the only one who has to deal with the bitterness."
"Just make me feel more comfortable, okay~"
As he spoke, Ye Qing shook Ai Liang's arm.
Looking at this big sister in words and little sister in behavior, Ai Liang lowered his eyelids and took her to sit down on a nearby bench.
"I recently read a story, which made me wonder, what kind of mood does a person have before committing suicide?"
Ai Liang looked at the sunset in the distance, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon.
"Suppose a person has suffered many hardships and lost his most cherished relatives, but in the end he still has a bright life."
"Those hardships no longer exist, and his relatives also left last words to encourage him to live happily, but he chose to commit suicide the day before he had a bright future."
"I can't understand why he would make such a choice."
Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, wanting to see what kind of answer she would give.