Deputy Director Jiang quickly brought a file bag. He first glanced at the markings on it, and then handed it to Lu Wuchuan: "All the information about Zhang Qiang's suicide is here."
The file bag contained on-site investigation reports, autopsy reports and detailed records. Lu Wuchuan focused on checking the copy of the suicide note.
The general content of the suicide note is that in the early stages of the illness, I naively believed that there would be a day of recovery. However, more than ten years later, I was frequently hospitalized and took a lot of medicine, but the pain not only did not lessen, but actually
Getting heavier and heavier.
For more than ten years, I have been unable to work normally and the financial pressure has increased. Now that I am entering old age, I realize more clearly that living will only make me more and more miserable. So I decided to do it myself while I still can.
time to end one's life.
I know that the police will definitely investigate after my death, so I would like to make it clear that I committed suicide and has nothing to do with anyone.
Let Lu Zhixin handle the funeral arrangements. I believe that because we have known each other for many years, he will definitely send me on my last journey. I have no requirements for the funeral arrangements. I don’t need to buy a shroud or anything else. I will just wear these clothes and be cremated.
Then just buy the cheapest urn and put it in it. The urn will be stored in the funeral parlor.
There is 10,000 yuan in cash in the drawer of the bedside table. I asked, it is enough for this purpose, and the remaining money will be used to store the ashes.
I owe Lao Lu this favor, and if there really is an afterlife, I will definitely pay it back.
The house was due in three months, so the remaining rent should be regarded as compensation. Although I didn't die in that house, I still caused trouble to the landlord.
I have packed up the house. All my personal belongings are in cardboard boxes. The cardboard boxes are placed in the kitchen. You can see them as soon as you enter. Can someone please help me throw them away? Thank you.
At the end of the suicide note, Lu Zhixin's phone number, the address of his rented house, the landlord's phone number, his signature and date were attached.
The wording in the entire suicide note is very simple, and the handwriting is not beautiful, but every word is written squarely. It can be seen that the person who wrote this suicide note was not only not in a chaotic mood when writing, but also very stable.
Facing his impending death, he had been very calm and had made all the arrangements he could think of. He even apologized to the landlord who rented the house, but he never mentioned his family, not a word.
Lu Wuchuan took a photo of the suicide note with his mobile phone, put it back into the file bag and gave it to Deputy Director Jiang. After thanking him, he said goodbye with Duan Mo.
After coming out of the police station, Duan Mo asked: "Team Lu, our next step is to go to the place where Zhang Qiang lived, or to find Lu Zhixin?"
"This is not far from the address he left in his suicide note. Let's go and have a look first." Lu Wuchuan said and pressed the car's remote control lock.
The place Zhang Qiang rents is an old open-plan community. The building is mottled and gray, and the wooden unit doors are incomplete, completely unable to withstand the cold wind in winter.
It has been a year and a half since he committed suicide. The house he once lived in must have been rented out, and there is no need to go in. The reason why Lu Wuchuan and Duan Mo came here was to inquire about Zhang Qiang's situation with the community and neighbors.
After all, he has lived here and has completely different characteristics from ordinary people. People who have seen him should still have an impression.
The community director is a middle-aged woman in her late fifties, surnamed Zhao.
After hearing Duan Mo explain her purpose, she recalled a little: "There is such a person, but he committed suicide last year."
"We know that he is no longer here, so we came here to find out about his personal and family situation," Duanmo said.
"He is alone and very ill. He used to be able to walk slowly on crutches, but in the past two years he has become increasingly unable to do so. He has to use a wheelchair when going out." Director Zhao said, "As for his family members, I
I asked him, and he said his wife had passed away a long time ago. When I asked him about his children, he said he didn't have any."
Duan Mo asked: "Does anyone usually come to see him?"
"After all, our community is still quite far away from the building where he lives. I don't know if anyone comes to see him. At least I haven't come across him." Director Zhao thought for a while and then said, "How about we go?
Ask around his house? There are a few old residents there who might know about it."
Director Zhao took the two of them to the building where Zhang Qiang once lived and knocked on the door of a house on the first floor.
"There is an old couple living in this house. They love to grow flowers. When the weather is warm, they move the flowers to the base of the building and put them there. They are always outside."
Director Zhao was making introductions when he heard an old voice from the door asking: "Who is it?"
"Uncle Qi, it's me, Xiao Zhao."
The door opened with a creak, and an old man with gray temples appeared in the door: "It's Xiao Zhao, why are you here in such a cold weather? Oh, these two are...?"
"They are from the Public Security Bureau and are here to understand the situation." Director Zhao introduced their identities.
"Hurry up and come in. It's warm inside. Let's talk if you have anything to say." Upon hearing this, Uncle Qi immediately opened all the doors and shouted inside, "Honey, we have a guest."
Director Zhao sent the person there, which was regarded as completing the task. She still had work to do in the community, so she said hello and left first.
Uncle Qi lives in an old-fashioned two-bedroom house, and wherever there is open space in the house, there are flower pots, jasmine, flower pots, orchids, cacti, and many more that cannot be named, with rich varieties and eclectic styles.
There were two rooms, one bedroom, and the other was used as a living room, with tables, chairs and a TV. Uncle Qi let people into the room.
Aunt Qi was going to make tea, but Duanmo stopped her: "Don't be busy, we're not thirsty."
"Then I'll pour you some hot water. It's okay if you don't want to drink it to warm your hands." The old lady insisted on pouring water for the three of them, and then sat down next to Uncle Qi.
Duanmo thanked him and said, "A man named Zhang Qiang lived here before. Do you still have any impressions?"
"Zhang Qiang, he lives right across the street." Uncle Qi sighed, "He's a very good person, but it's a pity that he didn't have a good life. He was so sick that he couldn't think of committing suicide in the end."
"Have you ever heard him talk about his family members?" Duan Mo went straight to the point.
"No." Uncle Qi shook his head, "He has a good temperament and everything, but he doesn't like to talk much. Sometimes when we old guys are chatting downstairs, he will sit for a while, but he doesn't say anything.
Just listen to what we said. We occasionally chatted a few words, but he never mentioned his family."
"Then does anyone usually come to see him?"
Duan Mo asked all the questions he had asked Director Zhao again, and the answers he got were disappointing.
Zhang Qiang lived here for almost four or five years. At the beginning, he was able to go out to work. Later, his physical condition became worse and worse. Until half a year before his suicide, he could hardly live without a wheelchair.
During this period, he kept to himself and did not see any relatives or friends visiting him.