The day after I learned of Dochy's death, the day after she died, the sun had just climbed to the roof of a nearby building, when a powerful knock on the door woke me up from my dark sleep.

When I opened the door in a daze, two men in police clothes stood outside, one tall with a carved face of determination, and the other shorter, but with very strong muscles judging by the tight uniform.

"We are from the XX Public Security Bureau, can you please go to the bureau to assist in the investigation of a case," the tall man said with an aura that was difficult to refuse.

"That's fine, but can I wait until I'm done?"

"Every minute is extremely precious in a case, so please change into a set of clothes that you can go out and let us go, if it goes well, you can get back home soon to freshen up," the tall man still said in a tough tone.

I sighed helplessly, told them to wait a while, turned back to the house, changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt, took a mouthwash in the bathroom before going out, and went downstairs with the two policemen, next to the trash can downstairs, and spit out the mouthwash. I sat in the back with the short officer, driven by the tall officer, and the car drove very fast, just like his way of doing things.

"We're looking for you because of a homicide," the tall officer said, "and that's not appropriate, because it's impossible to determine whether it's a homicide or a suicide." The short officer opened a notepad.

"Let's just order it again, do you know a music girl named Doqi?"

"Know," my vision blurred suddenly, as if the scene in front of me had been scratched by countless sand and stones. I tried my best to convince myself to regain my senses, but it didn't work in the slightest.

"What's your relationship?" the tall officer asked.

"Friends. ”

"Boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Actually, I guess so. ”

"The autopsy report shows that you are the only one with your DNA on Doki's body clothing, so so by now, you are both an important clue and a key suspect. But we won't blindly charge you with a crime, after all, you are still a college student, we want to help you clear your name, and we also hope that you can actively cooperate, otherwise no one will be able to save you!"

But what followed was a wind roar that echoed in the ear canal.

"How did you die?" I asked rhetorically.

"Suffocation, the alveoli are filled with river water and sediment," the tall officer regained his voice, "The time of death was around eleven o'clock last night, what were you doing during that time." ”

"Maybe I'm smoking on the windowsill, maybe I'm asleep, I haven't looked at the time," I hid from someone digging downstairs, because my gut told me that it wouldn't help the case in any way, but would lead to a series of complicated problems.

"When was the last time you and Doki met?"

"Yesterday evening, the sun had set, and it should have been around six or seven o'clock," I said without thinking.

"What have you been doing?"

"Eat, drink, sleep. ”

"Then why did you let her go at night?"

"She said, 'When the time comes, I'm going to go back and see,' I have no reason to stay. ”

"Do you have any more words later?" the tall police officer took out a box of Changbai Mountain from his shirt pocket, put it on the table, and lit one with the short police officer, and the smoke soon spread in the dark and narrow interrogation room, like ink dripping into water.

"No," I coughed twice, and although I smoked a lot, I couldn't smell secondhand smoke.

"Can't smoke?" said the tall officer.

"Yes, but I still can't stand the smell of smoke that is too strong. ”

"There is no way, we have received a report from the fishermen by the river at two o'clock this morning, and we have not rested until now, and we can't stand it without coffee and this," the tall police officer walked up to me and handed me a cigarette.

"No, thank you, just ask any questions as soon as possible, I have never changed the habit of skipping breakfast. ”

"It will take some time to understand a lot of things, why don't I order a takeout, and it just so happens that we haven't eaten, what do you think?"

I nodded, "Can I see her?"

The tall officer glanced at the short officer, and the shorter officer knowingly pulled out a few photos from a file bag and placed them in front of me.

Although Doki's face was slightly swollen by the blisters, her facial features were still distinct, and her snow-white skin was bloodless, and the impact was more intuitive than hearing the news of her death, and it swept through my entire body like a hurricane with impunity. I couldn't help but shiver, my fingertips lightly touched the photos, just a dozen hours ago, she was crawling on my back, still breathing warmly, and her beautifully shaped breasts pressed against my body, but now, she has become as cold and unconscious as these photos. Uncontrollable tears poured out of my eyes, not for anything, love, maybe too early, in short, it seemed that something was constantly pulling some kind of nourishment from my back. The rich smell of smoke, limp limbs, Dochy's photographs, obscure light and shadow, this is the last sight I see before I close my eyes.