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In the news, it was said that Teacher Zheng Lan committed suicide in our school library, and what was even more terrifying was that her suicide method was to cut open her stomach alive and dig out her Zi Palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Such a strange way of committing suicide, just reading the text, my scalp is numb.

The news said that after the reporter's investigation, it was learned that Teacher Zheng Lan had been married for many years, but due to physical reasons, she had not been able to get pregnant.

was infertile and committed suicide in a cruel way such as digging out the Zi Palace, so everyone suspects that she committed suicide because she had no children.

But I still find it strange.

Even if you don't have children, is it necessary to commit suicide in such a horrific way?

If it wasn't suicide, wouldn't it be......

"Is Teacher Zheng Lan really committing suicide?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The police have confirmed that it was a suicide." Luo Han said in a low voice, "At that time, there was a camera in the library, which clearly captured the whole process of her suicide. ”

"I don't suspect him of killing." I pondered the words, "I'm thinking, although it looks like a suicide, is it possible that something that the camera can't capture and manipulate Mr. Zheng." ”

"What do you mean?" Xiaomin's face changed slightly, "Are you ......suspicious?"

Now Xiaomin and Luo Han have experienced a lot of supernatural events, and they also know Rong Qi's identity, so they naturally understand my thoughts.

"I don't know." I frowned, "It's just that you've all been a little more careful lately." ”

Xiaomin and Luo Han nodded solemnly.

After class, I was about to go home, but I didn't want to be stopped by someone as soon as I arrived at the school gate.

It was a young girl who stopped me, who looked very cute, and said to me straight to the point: "You are Shu Qian, right?" ”

I wondered when I had ever known her, and I said, "I am, may I ask who you are?" ”

The girl took something out of her pocket and put it in front of my nose, "I'm a criminal police officer from the S City Serious Crime Team, can I talk to you?" ”

I looked at the photo on the police ID card in front of me, and it was indeed the girl in front of me, obviously a young policewoman who had just graduated from the police academy, called Ren Jiarui.

I was a little shocked.

Detective looking for me?

Ten minutes later, I sat down with the policewoman named Ren Jiarui in the café next to the school.

"I came to you to ask about Teacher Zheng Lan's suicide." Ren Jiarui is obviously very straightforward, and directly took out his notebook and asked.

I frowned, "Why?" Teacher Zheng Lan and I don't know each other at all. ”

"I know." Ren Jiarui looked at me calmly, "You don't have to be nervous, I just have some questions." ”

As he spoke, Ren Jiarui suddenly took out a piece of paper.

I saw several names written on the paper, and there were wires.

I suddenly held my breath at the sight of those names.

It actually said Zou Xing, Jin Wanwan, Zhou Cong and An Xiaoxi.

"What do these people have to do with Teacher Zheng Lan's death?" My face turned slightly pale inexorably.

Ren Jiarui kept staring at me, as if he wanted to see something from my face, and said lightly: "It really doesn't matter, it's just that I just entered the police station, and when I was idle, I suddenly took a look and found that there have been a lot of murders in your school in the past year." ”

I picked up a glass of water and drank to hide my panic, "Really? ”

"Yes." Ren Jiarui's expression suddenly became a little strange, "And I found that many of them seem to have something to do with you." ”

My eyelashes fluttered imperceptibly, but I quickly forced myself to calm down and smiled, "What does Officer Ren want to express?" ”

"I just want to ask, do you know anything about Teacher Zheng Lan's death this time." Ren Jiarui said tentatively.

"I don't know anything." I'm telling the truth, "I just came back from the United States the other day. ”

"Really?" Ren Jiarui's eyes darkened, "That's me bothering." ”

"Out of the way."

After a few polite words, I soon wanted to leave, but I didn't want Ren Jiarui to make another request.

"Miss Shu Qian, can you take me to the library?"

"Library?" I frowned.

"Yes." Ren Jiarui nodded, "I want to see the place where Teacher Zheng Lan committed suicide." ”

I couldn't refuse her, so I had to take her to the library.

Because of Teacher Zheng Lan's suicide, the library was closed for a few days and only reopened yesterday, but unlike the previous overcrowding, today's library is exceptionally deserted.

Especially when you come to the second layer of history books, except for a few history department students, you can't see a few people at all.

Ren Jiarui had a lot of information and pictures in his hands, and soon found the seat where Teacher Zheng Lan committed suicide.

I saw that she had found it, and I was about to say goodbye, but I didn't want Ren Jiarui to suddenly pull me.

I looked at her in amazement and saw that her face was slightly pale and a little scared.

I froze.

This little policewoman is still afraid of death?

"You, you go with me." Ren Jiarui said a word, didn't give me a chance to answer at all, and dragged me towards the forehead seat.

I was helplessly dragged away by her, and when I got closer, I realized that there was no one sitting on that area at all, only a woman in a suit, with her back to us, with a notebook in front of her, crackling and typing.

"This is it?" Since I came, I was actually a little curious about Teacher Zheng Lan's suicide, so I asked casually.

"That's right." Ren Jiarui was still a little nervous, took a closer look around, and then pointed to the camera on the top of the bookshelf, "This camera captured the process of her suicide." ”

I glanced at the camera and found its direction, unbiasedly looking at the back of the woman in the suit.

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine.

That woman, she wouldn't be so unlucky, just sitting in the position where Teacher Zheng Lan committed suicide, right?

At this time, I saw that Ren Jiarui had already taken out a thick pile of information from his bag and began to look at it carefully.

I stood beside her, glanced at it inadvertently, but suddenly my blood froze.

The photo in Ren Jiarui's hand is obviously a live photo taken by Teacher Zheng Lan after his death, and the background is the library in front of him.

But what scared me was that I saw the back of a woman in a black suit.

It was exactly the same as the woman sitting in the seat in front of me at this time.

Whether it's the location, hairstyle, or clothes done, it's exactly the same. The only difference is that Mr. Zheng in the photo is lying on the table, while the woman in front of me is sitting straight with her waist.

At this time, Ren Jiarui was about to get closer to some of those seats.

My face turned pale, and I involuntarily tugged at her sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Ren Jiarui frowned at me.

I whispered in a slightly trembling voice, "Don't you think that the woman sitting there is very similar to the dead Teacher Zheng Lan?" ”

When the words fell, I suddenly saw that Ren Jiarui's face was also pale.

But then, she spoke, the last trace of blood faded from my face.

"What woman? There's no one sitting there......"