It was dark the next day, and Ai Liang opened his eyes.
Today is Friday, and he will have a holiday in the afternoon. He plans to get up early and go to the glasses store to find some books to occupy himself in the next two days. He has almost finished reading the last novel.
If you really don’t have a book, you can just read the mathematical formulas written on glasses.
Although Ai Liang had made an appointment with Yang Xingyue to teach her in the bookstore, he was not teaching her word for word 24 hours a day. She still had a lot of free time when she was doing the papers.
After having the same breakfast at the same place for thousands of years, Ai Liang took the bus and came to school.
Just like yesterday, I bought a pancake at the school gate and went to the shabby house of Glasses. The house was not locked. Ai Liang pushed the door open and walked in. It was as if what happened yesterday was reenacted today. This is how most campus life is.
Surprisingly, the glasses are not in the shabby house today.
Logically speaking, the best time to do this is to lie down on the table and write and draw in a notebook.
I probably went out to scavenge yesterday and haven't come back yet. This happens sometimes.
Ai Liang didn't care, put the pancakes on the table, and went to the old books pile to look for old books that were no longer in print.
"There aren't any today." After some fiddling, Ai Liang was a little disappointed. The pile of books was filled with novels and magazines available on the market, and Ai Liang had read most of them.
But he found a black leather notebook at the bottom.
The notes were tied together with a bundle of old magazines, seemingly to be sold as scrap paper. Ai Liang pulled the notebook out from the side without untying the knot.
The name of the glasses and the seal of Beijing University are written on the note, which seems to be issued by the school.
This should be the notebook he used when he was in college, because now he never leaves his name.
Opening the notebook, the unrestrained handwriting came into view, and the strokes between the lines revealed the high spirits of the glasses at that time. In the first few pages, he was even trying to prove some unsolved mathematical conjectures.
Then scrolling down is nearly half of the proof formulas. It can be seen that the glasses are sincerely proving those unsolved mysteries.
However, as you continue reading, the style of the entire notebook changes.
The formulas became scrawled and irregular, lying horizontally and diagonally vertically, and the writing became disorganized. Sometimes there were only two or three huge formulas on a page, and sometimes there were a lot of ant-sized formulas, densely packed in one line.
It was probably around this time that he received the sad news that his relative had passed away.
Ai Liang closed the note and chose to take it away. Not to mention the ghostly drawings at the back, the conjectures in the first half of the book proved to be quite interesting, so it was a pity to throw it away like this.
Anyway, the glasses told him that he could take away whatever he liked in the shabby house except him.
After leaving the shabby house, Ai Liang stepped onto the road leading to the teaching building. The campus was quiet and silent in the early morning. Drops of dew condensed on the grass blades beside the road. There were garbage discarded by someone in the flower bed.
A gust of breeze blew down the leaves and slowly floated in the air. Ai Liang raised his head and watched the leaves falling slowly, but his eyes were attracted by a strange figure in the teaching building. The black shadow hung quietly next to the class.
Class entrance.
Ai Liang's pupils shrank, and the stairs of the teaching building were like a bottomless abyss at this moment, trying to swallow the souls of those who came.
He climbed the stairs.
The crows on the big tree in the front yard were making an unusual noise, and the sensor lights in the corridor were not turned on. I could only rely on the dim light of the early morning to look at the hanging black shadow in front of me and the overturned chairs on the ground.
Yesterday was an ordinary day except for my confession. Just like the day before yesterday, I thought it would be the same today.
"Ai Liang, you came so early today!!!!!" The screams of the girls in the class broke the tranquility of the campus.
The breeze blew by, and Gao Jiajia, who was hanging in the air, slowly moved towards this side, revealing his livid and ferocious face.
Half an hour later, the school teacher led the police to cordon off this floor, but students still gathered at the stairs and downstairs to look here.
"Someone hanged himself."
"No way, everything was fine yesterday, why did someone suddenly hang themselves today?"
"I heard from a passing teacher that it was Gao Jiajia who died."
"Ah? Last night she went to Ai Liang to confess her love. Do you think it was because she was rejected?"
"How is it possible! Gao Jiajia would commit suicide because of something like this? Stop being funny."
Yang Xingyue, Yue Qihua and others were stopped outside the blockade and could only watch anxiously as Ai Liang and another girl were questioned by two policemen.
"Woo, all good, all good!" A middle-aged man lay beside Gao Jiajia's body and burst into tears. The class teacher next door was patting his shoulder to comfort him. This was Gao Jiajia's father, Gao Fuye, a local real estate owner.
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Gao Fuye's wife died of illness in his early years, leaving only Gao Jiajia, a daughter. He even regarded Gao Jiajia as his heartthrob. Considering her mood, she did not even marry for a second time. This is really rare for a middle-aged man with a successful career.
Considering the family's mood, the two policemen did not ask Gao Fuye about Gao Jiajia's situation last night, but instead asked Ai Liang, the first witness.
"I heard from this classmate that you were the first person to discover the deceased, right?" the policeman took a notebook and prepared to take notes.
"Yes."
"The deceased met you last night?"
Ai Liang glanced at the body covered with white cloth and nodded.
"According to the news, last night was the last time you saw the deceased?"
"That's right."
"Can you tell me what you talked about last night? Is there any difference in her demeanor and tone from usual?"
"Gao Jiajia and I have only met a few times and are not very familiar with each other. She came to me last night to confess her love to me and asked me to be her boyfriend. Other than that, she didn't mention anything else."
"The conversation took place between 8:50 and 9:00. After that, I walked out of the school and took a taxi to go home. This can be proven by the surveillance at the school gate and the surveillance near my home. Gao Jiajia chose to return alone at that time.
The teaching building, I don’t know what to do.”
Ai Liang told the whole story in one breath and cleared away his suspicions.
"That's all I know. Other students also know very well that Gao Jiajia and I don't usually interact."
This statement made the girl next to him cast a strange look.
Obviously, Gao Jiajia confessed to Ai Liang yesterday, but today she died and Ai Liang immediately ended the relationship.
It cannot be said that what Ai Liang did was wrong, but the rhetoric was too formulaic and lacked a trace of regret or sadness, which sounded a bit heartless.
Hearing that Ai Liang had met Gao Jiajia last night, Gao Fuye, who was lying on the ground, turned his head instantly and stared at Ai Liang with his bloodshot red eyes: "Speak quickly! What did you do yesterday!"
Gao Fuye, who didn't listen to what he said, didn't just stare. He rushed over and tried to restrain Ai Liang, but was stopped by the policeman next to him.
"Sir! Calm down!"
"Calm down! How can you tell me to calm down! She is my only daughter! My only relative! How can you tell me to calm down!"
Gao Fuye struggled like a mad cow, and the teacher next to him came over to help hold him down. With the combined efforts of the three of them, Gao Fuye was finally able to hold down the irrational Gao Fuye.
After several people carried Gao Fuye into an empty classroom, the police officer comforted Ai Liang: "Don't be nervous. The family of the deceased is just overly sad and irrational. There is no malice."
"Well, I know." Ai Liang looked through the window at Gao Fuye who kept banging his head on the table in the classroom, and looked at Gao Jiajia lying on the ground. A trace of unnoticeable envy flashed in his eyes, but
His eyes soon returned to coldness.
The police officer looked at this handsome boy and couldn't help but sigh at the child's strong psychological quality. At the same time, he also added Ai Liang to the list of suspects.
How could any student remain so calm after discovering a hideous body in the school? The girl next to him who still didn't dare to look at the ground was acting normally.
At this time, Gao Jiajia's class teacher came out and said to the police: "Maybe Gao Jiajia's father is busy with social activities and has no time to accompany her. During this time, students are under great pressure, so they can't think about it for the moment."
The police officer neither agreed nor denied it. Everything will have to wait for the autopsy report to come out.
"Gao Jiajia was murdered, not committed suicide."
Ai Liang's sudden words caused everyone present to focus their attention on him.
Class teacher Gao Jiajia frowned and was about to scold him, but when he saw that it was Ai Liang who was speaking, his expression softened a little.
For someone like him who has incredible academic performance and can teach ordinary top students to become key classes in experimental middle schools, most teachers will give him a few noodles.
They don't cause trouble and can help teachers cultivate top students. Who wouldn't love such good students?
This is also the main reason why the teachers did not ask anything about the scandal between Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue. Some teachers even wanted Ai Liang to bring a few more people.
Teaching one person is teaching, teaching a group is teaching,
As for puppy love? It’s all bullshit!
They are obviously working hard to learn and make progress together.
"Why do you say that?" The police officer narrowed his eyes and stared at Ai Liang. Just now he was saying that he was not familiar with the deceased, but after hearing the idea of suicide, he immediately refuted it.
With his capricious attitude and calm tone, this suspicion is not high.
The police officers seemed to smell the scent of a big case.
Ai Liang walked to Gao Jiajia's body and squatted down, slowly lifting the white cloth with two fingers. The girl next to him immediately turned her head away. Even the teacher wanted to stop Ai Liang's behavior.
The police officer raised his hand to stop the teacher. He had a law enforcement recorder hanging on his chest. If Ai Liang was the murderer and wanted to take the opportunity to destroy some evidence, it could be said to be a bad move.
After lifting the white cloth, Ai Liang stood up and kept half a meter away from the body.
Then he pointed at Gao Jiajia's neck and said: "I observed the corpse before it was put down. At the same time, I also know a little medical knowledge. The hyoid bone of the corpse was broken, the cervical vertebra was dislocated, the mandible was unilaterally dislocated, and the bruises on the neck were indeed consistent.
Inference of suicide by hanging."
"Well, keep talking."
The police officer was calm on the surface but started to panic on the inside. After graduating from the police academy, he had been mediating civil disputes for more than ten years. They were all trivial matters such as square dancing that disturbed people and conflicts between young families.
Police officers rarely encounter cases of dead people, and when they do, they are handed over to forensic doctors for autopsies. All this knowledge has long been forgotten. Only criminal investigators will focus on learning these things.
"Since it's consistent with committing suicide by hanging," Gao Jiajia's head teacher was interrupted by Ai Liang as soon as she started speaking.
"The next thing is the key. The marks left by strangulation and suicide by hanging are completely different. People who are strangled will have strangulation marks on the back of their necks, while people who hang themselves will only have marks on their chin and neck.
Semi-circular strangulation marks.”
Ai Liang pointed at Gao Jiajia's neck. As he said, there were indeed strangulation marks on the back of the neck.
"When I put the body down, I observed the surface of the door frame. The skipping rope that hung Gao Jiajia was very worn, and some of the metal wires were leaking out of it.
Even if he hangs himself, the human survival instinct will prompt him to struggle, but there are no jump rope wires on the door frame, and there are no traces left by violent friction, so Gao Jiajia was strangled and hung at the door of the classroom."
A simple and easy-to-understand analysis left everyone present speechless.
Especially Gao Jiajia's head teacher, who looked at Ai Liang with a hint of fear.
A normal fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old student who stares at the horrific corpse without changing his expression during the interview? Can he analyze so much knowledge about human body structure? I'm afraid he is not a potential psychopath.
In the past, Ai Liang's calmness and good habit of loving reading but not talking became weird in his eyes. Most of the perverted killers in movies wore this kind of appearance.
This is not over yet, Ai Liang is still continuing to analyze.
"Gao Jiajia's corpse had opaque cornea, shrunken lips, and the corpse spots on the legs had merged to form large areas of corpse spots. Based on the movements when it was removed, it was inferred that rigor mortis had also spread to the whole body. From this, it was inferred that the time of death was at least more than six hours. It is estimated that
It was probably between nine and ten o'clock yesterday."
"Of course, what I said are only external observations and some inferences. Internal examination and histological examination still need to be dissected to determine."
After speaking, Ai Liang looked at the police officer, as if to verify whether what he said was right.
Look at what I'm doing, who knows what you're talking about!
The police officer held his breath deep in his heart, but nodded in agreement on the surface. After all, what he said seemed to make sense.
After more than ten minutes, the body was finally sent away, and the police officer breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had to worry about the student's problem. It felt like the police academy exam back then.
"This classmate, please come with us. After all, you are the last person who has seen the deceased, and you were the first to discover the body. This does not mean that you are the murderer. This is just a process."
The police officer's words were polite, but with a hint of doubt. After all, Ai Liang's suspicion was not as high as before the investigation was clear.
"Yeah, no problem."
Ai Liang didn't say anything nonsense like he was innocent, and stood quietly behind the police officer.
I even had the time to ask Gao Jiajia, the head teacher, to ask for a leave.
The more critical the situation, the more a person's actions can reflect a person's character. Ai Liang's strong psychological quality makes him, a policeman, speechless.