"What's wrong, did you find anything wrong?" Chu Shi'an drove the car, occasionally turning his head to look at An Shijin, who had been looking at the information, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter. "I read the medical examiner's autopsy report, and the police didn't do a toxicology test." An Shijin frowned and flipped through the text in his hand. "According to the information, the cause of death was excessive blood loss, and perhaps because of this, the forensic doctor did not do a toxicology test." Chu Shi'an turned the steering wheel, and the car was in the juvenile detention center surrounded by layers of iron mesh.

The two got out of the car, showed their ID to the guards, and walked through the empty square towards the heavy iron gate. "If it were up to me to do an autopsy, I would feel the need for a toxicology test." An Shijin put his hands in his pockets and followed behind Chu Shi'an. "If the victim's mother agrees to open the coffin for an autopsy, you can." Chu Shi'an reached out and patted the cigarette case in his pocket and touched his chin. "Now, are you addicted to smoking?" An Shijin glanced at her movements, took out a lollipop with pale red wrapping paper from his bag, raised his lips and poked Chu Shi'an's arm slightly. "Huh?" Chu Shi'an looked down at the lollipop suspiciously, and took it after a while.

Chu Shi'an seemed to be no stranger to the guards, and after a few casual conversations, they entered the juvenile detention center. After waiting for a few minutes in the break room, a middle-aged man in the warden's uniform walked in. "Xiao Chu, long time no see." When the man saw Chu Shi'an, he smiled kindly. "Uncle Kong, this is my assistant An Shijin." Chu Shi'an stood up and raised his lips and smiled and introduced: "This is the warden of the juvenile detention center, my father's friend, Kong Yue. ”

After some greetings, they roughly explained their intentions, and Kong Yue quickly agreed to their visit. The two were taken to the visitation cell.

The two didn't wait long before the door to the visitor's cell opened, and two guards walked in with a thin, short-haired girl. The girl in front of her was very thin and delicate, but she didn't look very good, and her eyes were full of horror and uneasiness. "Are you Wen Min?" Chu Shi'an's voice was very soft. "I am you, who are you." Wen Min had handcuffs on her hands, and her nervous hands clenched and let go, and the handcuffs collided with each other with a dull sound. "Don't be afraid, we are private investigators hired by Mr. Wen, and we are here to help you." Chu Shi'an leaned over slightly, trying to keep his eyes at eye level with hers. "You were invited by my parents, do you believe that I didn't kill anyone?" Wen Min seemed to be very excited, her eyes widened, staring at Chu Shi'an and An Shijin, her hands grasping the corner of the table, and the chair and the floor dragged to make a screeching sound.

"Wen Min, calm down, don't get excited." Seeing that the two guards were frowning as if they were about to come over, An Shijin hurriedly spoke out to reassure her. "We need to re-investigate your case, and I hope you can tell us what happened that day, and what is the relationship between you and your other two friends and Guo Yimei." Chu Shi'an nodded, with a clear and serious look in his dark eyes, An Shijin took out a notebook and a pen and put them on the table.

"I also have Zhenzhen and Xiaosi and Mei and Guo Yimei live in the same dormitory, but our relationship with Guo Yimei is not very good, she is a weird person, although her grades are very good, but she has a very strange temper and is withdrawn. When she first started living in the dormitory, it seemed that we wanted to make friends with her, but she was so weird and stealing, so we all hated her. Wen Min was silent for a few minutes, and slowly spoke, but there was still a little fear and pain in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly when Guo Yimei's name was mentioned.

"In Guo Yimei's diary, I wrote a lot of words that resented you, and she said that you had insulted her." Chu Shi'an looked at the information in his hand, and pushed one of the pieces of paper with Guo Yimei's diary copied in front of Wen Min, and a few big words were clearly printed on the paper: "They say that I am a disgusting freak, that I will be lonely for the rest of my life, I hate them, I hate them for trampling on my dignity, and I hate their ruthless indifference." I didn't want to disappoint my mother, but I couldn't hold on, I didn't want to face their hateful faces every day when I went back to the dorm, I was so tired, I was fed up with their !!." In Guo Yimei's diary, the thick helplessness and hatred, through the exclamation marks on the back of the paper, you can feel the painful and helpless feelings when she writes those words.

"She's a really weird person, and even though she has good grades, she never hangs out with us, and sometimes she screams nervously when she accidentally touches her things, and she often steals from us. My hairpins and Zhenzhen's necklace were found in her school bag, but she still wouldn't admit it. We, we put up big-character posters at school, told my classmates that she was a thief, and isolated her together. We didn't know it was going to happen, we really didn't know, we didn't mean to hurt her. And she had already decided to reconcile with us, and that day, the day she died, she asked us to go to a cabin at the campsite, and she brought four bottles of wine, and she said that she wanted to be reconciled with us, that she wanted to be friends with us. We were all drunk that night, and when we woke up the next morning, she was gone, and we thought she was going back to school first. So, we didn't think much about it and went back to school. Who knows, she didn't go back to school or home, her mother called the police to say she was missing, we don't know where she is, and we've been looking for her. It wasn't until a week later that the police found us and said she was dead and that we had killed her. We really didn't kill anyone, we were drunk that day, we didn't know anything. Wen Min closed her eyes and shook her head in pain, tears kept flowing down her closed eyes and dripping to the ground.

"Why did she suddenly ask you out that day, to reconcile with you, was there anything abnormal in her appearance that day, think about it, as long as there is a little abnormality, you can say it." Chu Shi'an frowned tightly, and his slender and white fingertips tapped lightly on his chin. "I didn't know, it was Monday and we had just gone back to school. When she went back to school in the morning, she was very normal, and then in the evening she asked us out for a drink. Wen Min shook his head, raised his hand to wipe his tears, his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes glared as if he thought of something: "That day, I seemed to see a bruise on her neck, a small piece of blue and purple. "Can you tell if you were hurt in something, whether it was pinched, or hit or smashed?" An Shi carefully recorded it in his notebook. "I can't see it, I don't know, and I didn't ask." Wen Min shook his head. "Have you ever told the police about it?" Chu Shi'an's eyes narrowed slightly. "No, I thought it was just a small thing."

When he came out of the juvenile detention center, it was already dark, and Chu Shi'an leaned against the iron net and lit a cigarette. "Did you think of anything?" An Shijin leaned over her, took out the cigarette case from her pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, tilted his head and gently exhaled a smoke ring, and then raised his eyebrows proudly. "You know how to smoke." Chu Shi'an turned his head to look at her. "I used to be addicted to smoking, but then I quit." An Shijin lowered his head slightly, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and a sarcastic smile curled up at the corner of his lips. "Since you've quit, don't smoke it." Chu Shi'an took out a cigarette from her hand and snuffed it out, raised his leg and walked forward: "Let's go, go home." "Well, go home." An Shi replied cautiously and followed behind her, his eyes always following the figure of the person in front of him.