After the girl came in, she didn't take out her textbook to review like Baizhu, but looked out the window with dull eyes.
The melancholy on her face gave people a very closed feeling, as if she was thinking about sad things.
Bai Zhu thought for a moment and decided not to disturb her. After all, he was not familiar with her. Besides, she really had something on her mind. It would be very annoying for him to go up and ask her so rashly.
He turned his attention to the textbook again. At this time, the school's second preparation bell rang, and the people who had been talking about it at the school gate now rushed into the classroom.
For a moment, the noise at the school gate suddenly extended into the classroom. Fortunately, the bell rang quickly, and Baizhu's head teacher and Chinese teacher, Teacher Meng, walked in, and calm returned to the classroom.
Wu Dazhi looked at a group of chattering primary school students running into the campus, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly. No matter what the reason was for the little girl to commit suicide, it was a huge and heavy blow to her parents, and no one could bear it.
The white-haired person gave the black-haired person the pain.
Wu Dazhi turned around and was about to leave when he saw an old man walking out of the school guard's small house. For some unknown reason, Wu Dazhi actually walked up and started chatting with the old man.
From the conversation with Wu Dazhi, he learned that the place where the little girl jumped from the building was not far from the elementary school. It only took twenty minutes on foot.
The little girl who jumped off the building was a neighbor of the old man. She was fine a week ago, but suddenly she became stupid. She didn't recognize anyone overnight and was just clamoring for paper dolls.
Her parents had no choice but to buy several dolls, but the little girl threw them away again. She said she wanted paper dolls, not this kind of doll.
When the old man said this, he glanced at Wu Dazhi and said, "Young man, you said that except for the paper dolls used in funerals for the dead, where can you find paper dolls?!"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Wu Dazhi's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the little girl's death had something to do with ghosts?
Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi did not dare to delay. He hurriedly said goodbye to the old man and hurried towards the location of the incident.
Yesterday's cold night rain has now accumulated into dirty puddles on the shoulder of the asphalt road; along the path, Wu Dazhi quickened his pace and walked forward. The trees on both sides became almost bare, and only the fallen leaves were sadly sinking into the road.
In puddles.
Wu Dazhi had already put on a windproof coat, but his fingers were still frozen.
He dragged his slightly heavy steps to the front of the residential building. Here, Wu Dazhi nodded slightly and quietly opened his eyes, but he did not find any resentful spirits near the residential building.
It stands to reason that the soul of the little girl who jumped to her death yesterday has not yet gathered and formed, so it is impossible for her to leave here. Why can't she see it? Wu Dazhi's doubts are a little more. It seems that this jumping incident is not as bad as imagined.
Simple.
Wu Dazhi once again turned his attention to this somewhat old residential building.
The rectangular appearance and white walls are very ordinary, so featureless that one can't help but wonder whether this is really the scene of the jumping incident.
However, the bright blue plastic sheet covering a corner of the parking lot is clear evidence that this is indeed a suicide scene.
The area surrounded by blue plastic sheets and black and yellow cloth strips is like a polluted land, isolated from the world.
In order to capture news footage, media reporters would probably come to take pictures of the exteriors of residential buildings, right? Wu Dazhi thought to himself, but at this time he couldn't see any news media.
Just when Wu Dazhi was lingering, someone finally came out of the residential building. They were a group of elderly adults. They were whispering to each other in a low voice, and everyone had serious expressions on their faces.
Wu Dazhi hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't go up to ask about the girl. He decided to go back to Bai Zhu's school and wait for him so that he could ask him about the girl who jumped from the building at noon. After all, they were from the same school, or more.
At least you can know the inside story.
When Wu Dazhi came to the gate of x University Affiliated Primary School again, he finally understood why there were no news media at the scene of the crime. It turned out that they were all blocked at the school gate. It was already the noon time for school to end, and many parents who came to pick up their children had gathered outside the school gate.
, every parent was surrounded by reporters asking for their opinions.
In the crowded crowd, Baizhu could only try to get around as far away from the camera as possible. There were reporters everywhere holding cameras and microphones high, with inexplicably cheerful expressions, and squatting down to interview students.
Although the suicide of an elementary school student is indeed a tragedy, no one expected that it could cause such a big commotion in just one morning.
Bai Shu thought that he might not be able to get through the group of media reporters, so he couldn't help but stop at a loss. He was looking for Wu Dazhi. They had agreed in the morning that Wu Dazhi would pick him up from school and treat him to McDonald's.
Now Baizhu doesn't want to eat McDonald's at all. He just wants to leave here quickly. Something is wrong with the students in the school today. It seems that everyone is shrouded in death.
A sharp-eyed female reporter saw Baizhu alone and rushed to his side at an alarming speed.
"Hello, kid. Is there any parent coming to pick you up? I see you are very nervous!"
The female reporter greeted Baizhu cordially like an acquaintance.
"Are you a sixth-grade student? Have you heard about the jumping incident that happened early this morning?"
As if grasping a lifeline, Bai Shu clenched his hands tightly into fists, looked down at the ground and continued walking forward, trying hard not to look up at the microphone stretched out towards him.
Although Baizhu deliberately quickened his pace, the reporter followed him nonchalantly.
"It seems that you knew the girl who jumped to her death. Can you tell us about her life? Was it because of the pressure of school life? Or was it because she couldn't handle the relationship with her classmates well?
The reporter clearly didn't know Baizhu, nor was he an acquaintance of the girl who jumped to death, so why could he ask her about her affairs in such a pretense of intimacy?
Bai Zhu was walking stiffly with his head lowered. Suddenly he was pulled by someone and pulled forcefully in one direction. At the same time, he also got rid of the endless entanglement of the female reporter.
Bai Shu looked up and saw that it was Wu Dazhi. He said with an aggrieved face: "Uncle Dazhi, why did you come here? That female reporter is so annoying!"
Wu Dazhi touched Baizhu's head to express comfort. He didn't have to worry at all now. The girl's attention had been completely attracted by another person. Baizhu knew her. The teacher named Duan was the class teacher of the girl who jumped off the building.
"It is said that the deceased child was bullied at school. Is this true?"
The female reporter took out the question that Bai Zhu had just asked, as if she would never give up if the person being asked didn't give her a positive answer.
"No!" Teacher Duan replied coldly. It was obvious that she had been troubled by the girl's jumping incident all morning.
"There was no bullying incident? We haven't investigated it carefully yet, how can we answer so decisively? Is there something hidden? Isn't the school planning to hide something?"
For the first time, Wu Dazhi felt that reporters turned out to be the most annoying creatures in the world.