The man's name is Zhang Jianping, 46 years old, he is sitting in the reception room of the police station, his hair is unkempt, his face is dark, his long eagle ditch nose is very ugly, his lips are surprisingly thick, his ears are provocative ears, he is wearing a washed white yellow polo shirt, and he is anxiously waiting for the watch of the stall on his hand, why is he anxious, because the cigarette in his hand has not stopped since he entered the door, he should be asked to see a psychiatrist, maybe he can see an anxiety disorder.

The man carried a large black briefcase in his arms, the skin had opened a lot, revealing a brown lining. Judging from the man's action of clutching his purse, it seems that there are stacks of 100-yuan bills inside, which could not have just been handed over to the bank after robbing the bank? Or was it the ATM machine that automatically sprayed money to pick up the money and hand it over to the comrades of the people's police.

After a while, two energetic police comrades appeared. Like the usual routines of novels, a fat policeman, a thin policeman, the fat one is a little dark, the age is about the same as Zhang Jianping, and the thin policeman is a little younger than thirty years old, white and clean, it looks like there should be a lot of peach blossom luck, and if there is a girlfriend, it should be very beautiful. In short, it was decided that these two appeared!

"See you again. The fat policeman said in a hoarse tone, it should be the smoke voice that has been smoked for many years.

"Hello, comrade policeman, I am here to report the case. Zhang Jianping said with a serious expression.

"How many times have I told you, whether your daughter committed suicide or suicide! After taking sleeping pills in the hotel and burning so much charcoal, you have also read the forensic examination results, do you still have any doubts?" The thin policeman's tone was not very friendly, obviously a little impatient.

"Show you this!" Zhang Jianping took out a stack of photos from his bag, the photo was a young boy, about seventeen years old, with slightly oblique bangs, small eyes, and a very straight nose, but it was not very fashionable, but it was also a favorite model for girls, but from the photos, the boy was not very energetic, and he must have been riddled with some diseases.

"What's wrong with this boy?" The fat policeman and the thin policeman both took the photos and looked at them one by one, there were photos of the boy getting out of school, there were photos of the boy coming home, and there were photos of the boy going out to play, anyway, there was a big stack, and the two policemen looked at a few and threw them all on the table.

"Someone anonymously gave me a letter and told me to keep an eye on him. As a result, something happened, there was a girl in Shigu Private Middle School who committed suicide the day before yesterday, named Ling Yuanyuan, and before he died, he had the most contact with this boy named Ji Jun, and I suspect that he must have something to do with my daughter's death! Please your police must investigate him! Please!" Zhang Jianping lowered his head deeply as he spoke.

The two officers seemed interested, and the thin officer said, "Letter, show it to us!"

"Okay, here for you!" said the man, who began to rummage through his bag, but could not find the letter after a long time.

"Please, we're busy, we're not here to gg with you!" the fat officer said angrily when he saw that the man couldn't get the letter.

"It's strange, I obviously put it in my bag!" The man still rummaged in the bag, but there was nothing but photos, mobile phones, and wallets.

"Well, when you find the letter, come back to us!" said the two officers and turned to leave.

"Wait, officer, wait......" Zhang Jianping shouted from behind him.

At this time, the fat police officer stopped in place, turned around and pointed at Zhang Jianping with a serious expression and said, "By the way, I remind you that it is illegal to stalk and secretly photograph others, and there will be no next time!"

Hearing that Zhang Jianping was a little depressed, he finally had evidence but couldn't find it. He did all this for his daughter, Zhang Shuyi, two months ago, his daughter first took an appropriate amount of sleeping pills in the hotel, then hid in the toilet, used insulating black tape to paste all the gaps in the toilet, and then burned a lot of charcoal, and finally died of carbon oxide poisoning. This is a way to die without pain, and the way to die without pain that Ji Jun said before is also this method.

Zhang Jianping doesn't believe that his daughter is the kind of person who will commit suicide, although the couple divorced in the early years, Zhang Jianping also took care of Zhang Shuyi in every way, and gave her all the love she could, usually the family was harmonious and there were almost no quarrels, and her daughter got along well with her classmates and teachers at school, Zhang Jianping really couldn't understand why his daughter would choose this method to leave him.

Until the other day, he received a letter with a few words in it: "Keep an eye on this boy." Then attached a photo of Ji Jun, Zhang Jianping felt that his daughter's matter was definitely not so simple, so he kept following and investigating Ji Jun, just a few days after the investigation, a girl who came into contact with Ji Jun, Ling Yuanyuan, happened to jump off the building and committed suicide, which strengthened Zhang Jianping's belief: The death of his daughter and this boy named Ji Jun will definitely not escape.

However, when he came to the police station today, the police still did not believe what he said, and even the letter directly proving the relationship was lost.

He stood at the door of the police station, cursing while taking out the last cigarette from the cigarette case, the cigarette was crooked in the clothes, Zhang Jianping straightened it before he smoked it, he looked at the sign of the police station next to him, and kicked it angrily, but he didn't stand firm, he slipped to the ground, and the cigarette burned his face. At this time, the two fat and thin policemen who were watching him through the surveillance were already smiling from ear to ear.

"I must find out the truth about my daughter's death!" Zhang Jianping secretly swore in his heart.

Zhang Jianping walked into a small food stall, looked at the crumpled menu, and ordered a fried shredded potato, a fried shredded pork with garlic and two bottles of beer, ready to deal with an afternoon meal. He sat on the chair and put Ji Jun's photos on the table one by one, wondering, what does his daughter have to do with him?

Although the two of them go to private middle schools, but they are far apart, Zhang Shuyi's Linyan Private Middle School, located in Linyan Mountain, more than 30 kilometers away from Yanchuan City, is a famous repeating middle school in the province, college entrance examination factory, and Ji Jun's Shigu Private Middle School is a very ordinary school, but most of them are schools with poor academic performance or no local students. These two schools are so far apart, and the distance between students is also the end of the world and the cape, nothing should happen!

Zhang Jianping scratched his unkempt hair and was about to light a cigarette, but found that the last one had just been smoked at the door of the police station.

After all, the other party is a minor teenager, how should we investigate him? Do you want a private detective? Yes! Ask a private detective! Although China does not allow the existence of private detectives, there should always be someone who will do something to rub the sidelines, so let's try it first!

The waiter, that is, the boss, after serving all the food and wine, then went back to the kitchen to cut vegetables. The banging sound stirred Zhang Jianping's mind uneasy, he didn't know what the boss was chopping, could it be human flesh? Human flesh was illegal, just report him after eating, and tell the two policemen to be busy with their work, don't take taxpayers' money all day and don't do nothing.

Damn, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Zhang Jianping gulped his food and drank a sip of beer and cursed in his heart, the letter he used as evidence was obviously packed, why couldn't he find it at the critical moment? If there is this letter, the police can investigate the boy named Ji Jun openly, forget it, let's do it myself.

No, it's still angry, after eating, you must report this store for hiding drugs and selling human flesh, and you must let those two black and white impermanences who do nothing be busy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jianping's heart was much more comfortable, he asked the buddy at the table next to him to borrow a cigarette and smoked it, and the buddy also drank seven meat and eight vegetables, so he simply gave Zhang Jianping a whole pack. Zhang Jianping smoked a cigarette and continued to look at Ji Jun's photos, as well as the photos of Ling Yuanyuan before her death, and thought: "Why did Ling Yuanyuan die less than two days after I investigated them? Could it be that the person who sent me the letter knew in advance that Ling Yuanyuan would die? There must be some connection between this, or maybe the hidden secret is something I don't know, where should I start investigating now? There are too many clues, there seems to be a male student in the middle, who stays with Ji Jun all day, could he also have something to do with the matter?"

However, judging from his own tracking, Ji Jun was the only one who went to the original coffee house that day, Ji Jun broke up with Ling Yuanyuan out of the original coffee house and went to meet the male student, the day before Ling Yuanyuan committed suicide, the two did not go to school, the boy drove a car with Ji Jun and another boy with a tattoo and left, and Zhang Jianping did not track him in the end. In the end, when Ling Yuanyuan committed suicide, only Ji Jun was alone on the rooftop.

That's right!

Zhang Jianping had a cigarette in his mouth, and he couldn't open one eye that was smoked, and began to put photos on the table, first of all, the day before Ling Yuanyuan's accident, where Ji Jun and the three of them went was very important, and then the video of Ling Yuanyuan on the rooftop of the school before committing suicide, this has to be done by professionals, first figure out these two things, and then continue to investigate.

Zhang Jianping's heart suddenly brightened, these two things are not difficult to do, the rest is to sell his house first, the formalities are done, just go to the real estate trading center in a few days to get the money, after getting the money, first quit the job, and then go to buy a second-hand Volkswagen, and then rent a house next to Ji Jun's house, and then configure an astronomical telescope to monitor him 24 hours a day.

Zhang Jianping felt that his plan was perfect, so he hummed a little song happily, not at all like his daughter who had just died, except that his face was full of stubble like a person who had suffered from the vicissitudes of life, and the rest felt like he had won the lottery.

"I have to buy myself a new set of clothes!" Zhang Jianping thought like this, this polo shirt has been worn for several years, and he is usually reluctant to spend money, all of which is left to Zhang Shuyi, although it is not good to think like this, but after all, his daughter is gone, and he should be better to himself. "Buy a famous brand, or else?" Zhang Jianping thought about sitting on a chair with a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't know what famous brands he was, if only his daughter was alive, at least he could tell himself which famous brands he could wear, and he could also go shopping together to choose clothes, and then have a hot pot meal at night, and then spend the day happily......

“…… Hmm......" Zhang Jianping suddenly shed tears, he wiped them away with his hands, but the tears didn't listen to him at all, and kept pouring out, Zhang Jianping scolded himself in his heart, he didn't cry at his daughter's funeral, what are he crying now, he is really not a competent father, he blames himself for knowing too little about her, communicating too little, only knowing how to make money for her to spend, but never caring about what she thinks. "What a terrible father I am!" Mr. Zhang said, weeping and puffing on a cigarette.

Zhang Jianping looked at the pair of worn-out stall leather shoes on his feet, which had been worn out of shape, thinking that his daughter said that he would give him a pair of Gucci leather shoes on her birthday, Zhang Jianping didn't know what brand Gucci was, but he decided now, when he got the money to sell the house, he would buy himself a pair of Gucci leather shoes, the most expensive kind.