The next morning, the rain slowly stopped.

Lu also stood on the eaves, looking at the gloomy sky, thinking that when it was sunny, he needed an umbrella with good enough shade.

"You stay in the store and don't move around. After Lu Ye finished talking to Zhai Di, he walked towards the school.

There are many students wearing Seongnam Junior High School uniforms around.

Watching them either laugh or be sleepy or listless to go to school, Lu also silently remembered the past.

Lu Ye's father Lu Juan is a university professor, and his mother He Cai is an art teacher in primary school.

It can be said that they pay attention to the education of their children from an early age.

What can be done and what cannot be done will be planned little by little.

Everything has to be done to the best of our ability!

This is an indicator that parents have erected since childhood.

Before junior high school, Lu also came home every day, and he needed to make a one-day report, what he had learned, how much he understood, how many questions he answered from the teacher, how many tests he had won, and how many classmates he had helped.

Even later, these things have indicators.

They don't advocate violence, but when they don't meet the target, the air seems to freeze, and the oppressive atmosphere is suffocating enough.

The reason why Lu Ye was allowed to come to Yuncheng, which is not a big city, to study in high school was also because Lu Ye's uncle Lu Yun served as the director of teaching here, which could provide better educational resources.

After high school, Lu Yecai fought for a certain amount of freedom with good performance.

Three days after the incident, Lu Ye's parents hastily arranged the funeral and left Cloud City, saying that they didn't want to stay in this sad place. Lu Ye's mind flashed this sentence in the report, with his understanding of his parents, those two people would never do such a thing.

Under normal circumstances, they would never accept such unclear claims.

Unless there's something that compels them to.

Lu Ye was walking on the sidewalk, thinking about various things, and suddenly found that a small fork in the road in front of him had gathered a lot of people.

The students passing by, the uncles and aunts who bought vegetables all gathered there, and the discussion was like a large group of mosquitoes, dense and loud, one after another.

Lu also listened to it in a mess.

Someone else died, dead on the side of the street.

He wasn't very old and looked like a high school student.

He was stabbed twice, one in the stomach and the other in the throat.

Lu Ye didn't meddle in his affairs, investigating the murder, that is what a police detective should do, although the detectives of Yang Tianguo have this kind of problem, but compared to ordinary people, they are still professional.

And he is just a deceased who came to find the cause of his death.

Hearing the people who were talking, Lu Ye even laughed at himself, and he didn't know if those people were also talking about his death.

The road was a little crowded by people watching the excitement, and Lu could only borrow it continuously, and he unconsciously heard the discussions of these people in his ears.

"I heard that he was an honor student, but he died at a young age, which is a pity. ”

"Learning is good, but it's hard to say what kind of person is. A grocery shopping aunt said with a little mystery, attracting the attention of the people around her.

"I know this person, he lives in our community, and his mother used to talk to us and always talk about how my children were, but a few months ago he didn't talk about it again. ”

"Hooking up with some people in society, it is said that there is also a ...... It's embarrassing to say that he lives with a rabbit. The aunt said excitedly, without any shame at all.

"Sure enough, rotten girls have no age?" Lu Ye thought in his heart: "Fortunately, since I died, there have been no scandals, and I am as pure as a blank piece of paper." ”

"Didn't you also die of an honor student five years ago, it is said that she came to Hu with a little girl, and she was not responsible, so she was cursed to death by others, what is it called Lu ...... Lu Ye!" The words of an aunt next to him almost made Lu Ye open his squints, so that the aunt could have a good look, what is called Hu Lai, and she is not responsible.

"Now the students!" the people around him sighed with deep sympathy, not caring at all whether what the other party said was right or wrong.

Lu Ye, who decided not to meet with his aunt, continued to borrow it, and walked towards the front, his eyes also looking at the deceased through the gap in the crowd.

It was a good-looking boy, though he was a little bit away.

He lay in the icy street, the rain washing the blood and his pale face with some splashes of mud.

There was also a mobile phone not far away, which seemed to have broken down due to the rain.

There seemed to be a reluctant smile on his lips.

"It must be cold!" Lu Ye suddenly flashed this thought, and what came to his mind was an incident in the third year of junior high school.

A classmate provoked him and got into a fight with him, which was told to his parents by the head teacher.

When he came home from school that night, instead of being comforted, he found that the door was locked, and no matter what he called, it was not opened.

It started to rain at night, and it was cold in his thin school uniform.

The door opened in the morning and his parents told him two things to think about.

First, why does that classmate provoke him if others don't provoke him, and whether he wants to find problems from himself.

Second, since you can't open the door, why don't you learn to be smarter, go to neighbors, go to classmates, but stick to the door.

Lu Ye pulled back his thoughts and was about to leave the crowd, when he heard a student next to him call and say, "It's the rest of his life, he's dead!"

Lu Ye's steps were instantly retracted, and he turned to look at all the hot onlookers.

According to crime surveys, 27% of murderers with abnormal psychological extremes return to the scene of the crime.

Some murderers are because the fear after the murder has become the main emotion, and the inner uneasiness will be magnified, lest they leave any clues, in this case, according to the person's personality, some will choose to escape, while some will choose to return to the scene of the crime to check the progress of the detective's investigation.

And some murderers remember what key evidence they may have missed, so they want to return to the scene to deal with it.

As for other killers, they may have abnormal psychological needs and unusual psychological needs, such as histrionic personality disorder (HPD), and they will return to the scene of the crime because of these psychological needs.

Lu Ye's gaze swept quickly, if the deceased was really Zhai Di's classmate for the rest of his life, then there were some things that had to be considered.

For example, why is it so coincidental that he died on the street just as he was about to look for him.

The same honor student, the same student of Seongnam Middle School, also died at night, died on the street.

It is not denied that coincidences happen in the world, but if they are too coincidental, it will seem abnormal.

If the rest of his life and death are really because of him, then the murderer is a breakthrough.

There were too many passers-by at the scene, and Lu Ye was the first to observe the people with anomalies.

Over there, near the corpse, there was a little fat man wearing a Chengnan Middle School uniform who sat on the ground, his face was abnormal and even burst into tears.

On the left, there is a student leaning against a tree, looking at it all with a blank face, and he realizes that I am observing him.

The old man over there, his gaze was abnormal, he had been staring at a certain place, and he was suspicious.

"The detective is coming, the detective is coming!" I don't know who was shouting, and soon someone pulled up a cordon.

Lu Ye also slowly retreated in the crowd, and finally he saw an inch-headed young man rushing to the cordon with tears in his eyes and was stopped.