The head teacher gave the packing box to Sun Jiayang's mother, but Zhao Ke did not reveal the existence of the diary.

Because she couldn't help but sweep the sentence that Sun Jiayang wanted to commit suicide, as well as her accusation against this woman who hid her face and cried on the same page.

*

The next day, Zhao Ke was called to the office by the head teacher again.

At the door, the woman in the black dress grabbed her wrist and clasped it tightly. She cried hysterically, obviously dissatisfied with what Zhao Ke said yesterday.

"Classmate, auntie, please beg you, think about it, is Jiayang really not bullied at school?"

She cried a handful of snot and tears, always playing the image of a loving mother who had lost her child, and the eyeliner in the corners of her eyes had already been blurred like ink droplets.

Zhao Ke always looked at her coldly, and finally, slowly spit out two words, "No." ”

Hearing this, the woman's shocked eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhao Ke really didn't understand why he had such a look, as if he was surprised to hear that his daughter was not bullied before her death.

"Isn't there a post-mortem report? Isn't it clearly written above? ”

The woman's hysterical cry suddenly stopped, she was silent, Zhao Ke knew that she must have seen it, but that look showed that she was very dissatisfied with the result.

She seemed to be searching, looking for an excuse that had nothing to do with her.

Thinking of this, looking at her tearful blurred makeup and embarrassed appearance, Zhao Ke only felt funny.

Today's office is not as lively as yesterday, and the head teacher is not there, and it is said that there is a class next door.

It's still the police officer who is young and has a good smile.

He wore a more youthful denim shirt with a black sheep's coat over it.

Zhao Ke glanced at the work card he hung on his waist, his surname was Cheng, and she didn't read the words behind it clearly.

Still smiling, he beckoned Zhao Ke to sit down.

Officer Cheng said, "Yesterday afternoon, we got the autopsy report of Sun Jiayang, and there were no injuries on her body that were suspected of being bullied, but there were traces on her arms that were suspected to be self-inflicted. ”

He took a deep breath with a solemn brow, "But ......"

"But her mother insisted she was ostracized or bullied at school?"

The male officer nodded in embarrassment, and he asked, "So there really isn't?" ”

Zhao Ke nodded firmly, and only then did she take out the black diary that she had been hiding behind her and put it on the table, "This is what I found yesterday when I was sorting out Sun Jiayang's relics, it is her diary." ”

The officer stared solemnly at the black plastic cover with pen marks, his brow furrowed.

Zhao Ke added, "Yesterday I accidentally scanned one or two pages of the content, presumably these can explain the scars on Sun Jiayang's body." ”

He restrained his smile, looked at Zhao Ke unexpectedly seriously, and nodded.

Before Zhao Ke left, the male police officer gave Zhao Ke a business card, "Call me if you think of anything important." ”

Finally, he added, "Maybe you can't remember it, but we've seen it before." ”

Zhao Ke stared at him, thinking about where this face might have been, but his impression of this aspect was always zero.

Zhao Ke went out, and the woman sitting on the ground seemed to see a faint light, hurriedly ran over, held Zhao Ke's hand, and was hoarse again.

"Auntie, please, think about it again." After all, the woman didn't expect her daughter to mix so badly in school, and she didn't even have a decent friend, and the only one who was a little more intimate was Zhao Ke, who didn't look like a good student in front of her.

Even if she was unwilling in her heart, she licked her face over and over again to beg Zhao Ke.

She held Zhao Ke's hand, and her ten fingers were smeared with gorgeous nail polish, and there was a diamond on her ring finger that could brighten everyone.

She cried vigorously and didn't let Zhao Ke go, and at this moment Zhao Ke couldn't hide the disgust and irritability on her face.

She looked at the ghost crying wolf howl in front of her, the corners of her lips rose slightly, full of disdain, she said, "Auntie, don't you really know why Sun Jiayang can't think about it?" How did you treat her, how did you abuse her, how did you reprimand her, how did you insult her, you really can't remember anything at all? ”

The woman was stunned, and Zhao Ke took the opportunity to remove her hand, and looked at the reddened traces that had been caught with some disgust.

These days, the ghosts and spirits dare to call themselves human......

Again, Zhao Ke was sweating in shock and sat up from the bed.

Instead of sleeping, she took a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

As if I couldn't feel the cold, I only wore a nightgown in winter, walked to the balcony, and pulled the window open.

It was late at night, and the unit building opposite was almost completely dark, and only sporadic lights were still struggling in the darkness around them.

The wind is howling in my ears.

*

Coincidentally, when Zhao Ke went to the clinic, he met Officer Cheng at the door who he had seen at the school before.

He also recognized Zhao Ke, but he didn't seem surprised that Zhao Ke came to see mental illness.

He smiled politely at Zhao Ke, and after a few words of greeting between the two of them, he left.

Zhao Ke sat in her former position, and Cheng Yiming poured her a glass of water.

She asked Cheng Yiming who that person was just now.

"You said Cheng Jianan?"

Zhao Ke only reacted at this time, and she didn't know which coat pocket the business card he gave her.

Cheng Yiming continued, "He is my cousin. ”

Zhao Ke was stunned, the hand holding the water cup paused, she didn't realize that the world was really small.

……

Before leaving, Zhao Ke asked Cheng Yiming, "Have you told your cousin about my condition?" ”

Cheng Yiming didn't know why, and denied it, "I am a doctor with professional ethics. ”

Zhao Ke was amused by his serious tone, "It's not that I don't believe you, but your cousin said he had seen me before." ”

"It's the stupid thing you did when you were in the third year of junior high school before, it just so happened that my cousin was on the night shift that day, and he was the policeman."

Zhao Ke was not surprised, because Rao was unable to think of a more reasonable answer than this explanation.

*

When I came out of the hospital and wanted to take a taxi, I turned on my mobile phone and found a series of missed calls from Xu Jisheng.

Usually, Zhao Ke would turn off her mobile phone when she received psychological treatment, but she didn't expect something to happen today.