In the conference room, the air was stuffy and the electric fan was shaking feebly. Sun Suhe was dressed in formal attire, sitting upright and looking at the interviewer in front of him.
"We will notify you of the result by phone within a week. Thank you for participating in the interview with our company. Please invite the next interviewer to come in." The interviewer adjusted the resume in his hand, threw it aside, and announced in a mechanical tone.
The interview ended.
Sun Suhe tried to read some clues from the interviewer's face, but the other person's face remained expressionless and he could not tell anything. He couldn't help but secretly sighed: Waiting for the call again, hey, the result is probably not good.
Optimistic.
But the last details still had to be done. After buttoning his suit and standing up, Sun Suhe bowed slightly to the interviewer: "Thank you." Then he gently pushed the chair back to its original position.
After walking out of the conference room door, Sun Suhe felt a little disappointed.
After failing the postgraduate entrance examination at the beginning of the year, he stumbled all the way. After finally writing his graduation thesis, completing the defense, and getting his graduation certificate, his family urged him to go home and take the civil service examination. Taking the public examination, going on a blind date, getting married, and buying a house were all in the minds of Sun Suhe's parents.
It is the best trajectory of life.
Although this kind of life is monotonous, it is stable. The income, benefits, and social status are pretty good. Parents, relatives, and everyone seems to be satisfied, except Sun Suhe himself.
For Sun Suhe, this kind of life in which he can live until he is sixty from the age of twenty is not attractive at all. He has been stuck on the established track before he has even begun to explore the possibilities of life. Such a life is not easy to survive.
Boring.
So, after the inevitable quarrel, Sun Suhe left his hometown and ran to this city alone. However, it was hard to find a job, especially a suitable job. The money he saved from working during college was only enough to barely pay a few months' rent.
.He could only work odd jobs at a convenience store while sending out resumes everywhere.
As soon as he walked out of the door of the office building, a wave of heat hit his face. Sun Suhe frowned slightly and felt irritated, "Tsk, it's already the beginning of autumn, why is it still so hot?"
The collar and cuffs were slightly itchy. While unbuttoning his shirt, he was thinking about where to go for a meal later, and then rushed to the convenience store early for his night shift.
Suddenly, there was a bang and a muffled sound came from beside him. Sun Suhe looked around and saw a man lying straight in a pool of blood not far away. His body was still twitching slightly, but his life was flowing freely.
The blood disappears quickly.
Fear, nausea, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly hit him. Sun Suhe felt a soreness in his buttocks, and the acid water in his stomach suddenly rose up. Tengteng took several steps back, and finally managed to stand against the wall.
He settled down, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to vomit.
At this time, other people on the street also realized that something had happened. They were screaming, watching, and taking pictures, and they were in a mess. Sun Suhe managed to calm down, and quickly took out his mobile phone to dial the emergency number 120 and the police number 110.
There's only so much I can do, and I'll leave the rest to professionals. Thinking like this, Sun Suhe endured the discomfort and finished the phone call, then walked a few steps quickly, just wanting to leave this place right away.
A few kilometers away in a residential area of the old city, a police car was driving aimlessly on the street at an extremely slow speed.
The hero of the detective game was sitting in the passenger seat absentmindedly, smoking one cigarette after another, looking at the mobile phone in his hand with red eyes, opening and closing, opening and closing, the anxiety in his body seemed to overflow like water.
Come.
Police officer Zhao Qingzhao beside him couldn't help but ask: "Lao You, what happened to you today? Are you still thinking about that?"
You Yingxiong stared at his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Let me ask you, do you really believe that Lao Zhang committed suicide without any doubt at all?"
Officer Zhao sighed and said, "I couldn't believe it when I first learned about it. However, we policemen still have to believe in the evidence. Depression is really hard to explain. Forensic doctors have tested it.
, I know this kind of thing is indeed difficult to accept, but..."
You Yingxiong coughed and interrupted him with a hoarse voice: "You don't need to say these words to me anymore, and you don't have to worry about this matter."
Officer Zhao considered his words and continued to persuade cautiously: "Lao You, I know about your friendship with Lao Zhang, but..."
"Xiao Zhao, you don't have to persuade me." You Yingxiong waved the cigarette in his hand to interrupt Officer Zhao, "I can see Lao Zhang's face now when I close my eyes. Sometimes it's how he looked when he was a child, and sometimes it's how he looked when he was a child.
It’s the way he looked when he was in the police academy, and sometimes he looks like his face is covered in blood. But no matter what he looks like, he’s telling me that he wants me to find out!”
You Yingxiong took a deep drag on his cigarette, "I know you don't believe me, you think I'm having trouble accepting the facts and thinking wildly. Let me tell you, sometimes I don't even believe myself. But if my thoughts don't
If it’s wrong, then today, today, at 4:13 this afternoon, something will definitely happen.”
Although it was almost evening, the sun was still pouring out light and heat unbridled, and the street was steaming with heat. Pedestrians gathered to watch the excitement because of the sudden falling incident, and the security guards in the nearby buildings shouted loudly to try to maintain order.
However, little effect was achieved, and the scene was in chaos.
Sun Suhe finally managed to leave the scene against the swarming crowd.
"Hey, Sun Suhe! It's you, don't go, wait for me."
Suddenly, a slightly childish female voice came from behind, calling Sun Suhe who was sweating profusely. Sun Suhe felt a little strange, because the other party actually spoke the dialect of his hometown.
Sun Suhe's hometown is a small town in eastern Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Eastern Zhejiang is mountainous and transportation was inconvenient in ancient times. Therefore, the two places are often not far apart, but the pronunciation and intonation are very different. It is said that there are ten miles of different pronunciation. It is difficult for non-locals to understand and speak.
What.
Did you meet a friend from your hometown by chance? But the sound made no impression. Sun Suhe looked back and saw a man not far away waving to him. The man was wearing a large black robe and had a bulging black backpack slung across his body.
Wearing an exaggeratedly large wizard's hat, his face was also covered.
Who is this? Are you cosplaying a wizard? Sun Suhe searched his brains and couldn't figure out which acquaintance this was.
Just as she was thinking about it, the girl in black robe had already jogged a few steps and stood in front of Sun Suhe. She pushed the brim of the big hat, and the broken sunlight leaking from the sycamore tree danced on her face. Her flawless pure silver hair was
Her hair was flowing freely in the breeze, and her eyebrows were as delicate as the person in the painting.
Sun Suhe looked at his own figure reflected in the ruby-like pure red pupils. His breathing couldn't help but stagnated, and his heart beat a few minutes faster. He blushed and turned his eyes away, as if he subconsciously felt that staring like this was in front of him.
It is a huge blasphemy for young girls to watch.
The girl in black robe didn't pay attention to Sun Suhe's reaction. She said nothing and stared directly at Sun Suhe, carefully examining every detail from top to bottom, as if appreciating a very important treasure.
Sun Suhe was embarrassed for a while and wanted to say something, but at the moment he didn't know how to speak.
Countless questions swirled in Sun Suhe's mind. Who is this person in front of me? Why does she know my name, but I have no impression of it at all. Moreover, her appearance is obviously not Chinese. There are many foreigners who can speak Chinese, but I have never seen one before.
He can speak such a rare dialect.
After a long time, the girl in black robe let out a long sigh of relief, showed an expression of relief, and murmured to herself: "It's really me."
What are you mine? Sun Suhe asked with confusion: "You are?"
The girl in black robe did not answer. She patted Sun Suhe on the shoulder and said lightly: "You are not going to die soon." After that, she turned around and left.
"Oh, by the way, the convenience store was hit by a car. You don't have to go to the convenience store to work at night." After taking a few steps, she turned around and added without thinking.
Sun Suhe was confused, what was this all about?
The phone was buzzing and vibrating in his pocket. Sun Suhe took it out and saw that it was the phone number of the convenience store owner where he worked.
"Xiao Sun, please don't come here tonight. My mother is so unlucky. No one believes her. Just now, just now, a car crashed into our store..."
No need to come now, no need to go to work at night, no need to go, no need to go... The words of the boss and the words of the girl in black robes kept swirling in Sun Suhe's mind. He no longer had the intention to listen to the boss's words and muttered a few words.
Then he hung up the phone.
Sun Suhe was heartbroken, and countless emotions surged into Sun Suhe's heart, including surprise, doubt, fear, and a trace of indescribable restlessness. He felt that if his life was a path, then he should have taken it.
On the flat asphalt road, although there were twists and turns, it was still the scenery that I was familiar with. But at this moment, I seemed to have inadvertently glimpsed a strange and bizarre new world.
What should he do? The girl in black robe hadn't gone far yet. Looking at her back, Sun Suhe took a deep breath. In the early autumn afternoon, the air was hot and dry, and Sun Suhe smelled a dangerous temptation.
At the scene of the jump, yellow and white police tape surrounded the place. Many reporters who came after hearing the news and pedestrians watching the excitement stood outside the line and peered around to see what was going on. At this time, a police car roared over.
As soon as You Yingxiong got out of the car, a group of reporters swarmed him and surrounded him.
You Yingxiong was already agitated, so there was no need to show off, his expression was already a bit ferocious. At this time, he couldn't bear to bother with the reporters. He glanced at him coldly, matching his strong figure with the tight-fitting effect of wearing a police uniform.
It was so frightening that several reporters took a step back unconsciously.
Before they could react, You Yingxiong pushed his way through the crowd and went straight to the scene.
The police who arrived at the scene first had already greeted them. You Yingxiong asked eagerly: "How is the situation?"
The forensic doctor handed over the record in his hand and pointed to the office building next to him, "The deceased was the sales manager of a company upstairs. The cause of death is initially presumed to be a fall. As for the specific circumstances, we need to go back for an autopsy to determine the specific circumstances."
You Yingxiong looked at the corpse. The faint smell of blood in the air made him feel heavy. "What did the witnesses say? Have the surveillance cameras been transferred?"
"No one seemed to have seen the fall. They all said that they heard someone jumping from the building. As for the nearby surveillance brothers, they have already gone to adjust the situation."
You Yingxiong quickly looked through the records in his hand. Suddenly, his eyes froze, pointed at one of the records, and subconsciously lowered his voice and asked: "When was the body discovered?"
"Four-thirteen in the afternoon."
It's indeed four o'clock, it's indeed thirteen!
You Yingxiong sneered in his heart, returned the record in his hand to the forensic doctor, and walked towards the police car without looking back.
There is no point in staying here.
He knew that his baseless and terrifying conjecture was correct, and that this was undoubtedly a murder. However, he also knew that the autopsy result must be that he committed suicide by jumping off the building, and there was a high probability that nothing useful could be found on the surveillance.
No matter how much effort is spent on investigating, the final conclusion can only be suicide, and the truth is covered up by solid evidence.
After working as a police officer for so many years, he has been used to seeing cruel criminals that ordinary people can't imagine. You Yingxiong originally thought that he had been insulated from weakness. But this time, when he thought of the opponent he was about to face, his flawless tactics, and his seemingly invincible
To stop the evil deeds, You Yingxiong felt fear and powerlessness deep in his heart for a long time.
However, the tragic death of his friend Nan Xue turned this weakness into a blazing anger.