The male police officer smiled good-naturedly and asked again.

Zhao Ke raised his eyes to look at him, and the male police officer realized that this girl was indeed good-looking, but when she saw things, her eyes were lifeless, and she couldn't tell at all that this was a pair of eyes that should be full of vitality around eighteen years old.

He was a little surprised, and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"It shouldn't have anything to do with this case."

She stared at him stunned, her tone really impolite.

was dismissed, and the male police officer was not annoyed, he glanced at the somewhat angry woman next to him, but laughed.

He went on to say, "Okay, nothing to do. That next question. He paused and retracted his smile, "What do you think of Sun Jiayang's interpersonal relationships at school?" ”

After a while, Zhao Ke came back to his senses from his memories, "Silent, never participates in extracurricular activities, and has good grades." Other than that, she really couldn't think of anything else that impressed her about this table mate with whom she only had a half-semester relationship.

At the end, she added, "Timid, no sense of existence." ”

Hearing this, the police officers looked at each other again.

Another police officer asked, "Did she be bullied by her classmates at school, like some kind of school bullying?" ”

Zhao Ke remembered Sun Jiayang's cheeks that were flushed when he was casually made two jokes by his classmates, and he was a little careless, "No." ”

The police officer was a little skeptical of Zhao Ke's attitude, he frowned and asked again, "Really?" ”

Zhao Ke retracted his gaze on the table again, raised his eyes and stared at him, "If you don't believe it, don't ask me." ”

He was choked by this sentence, glared at Zhao Ke angrily, and just wanted to say a few words to her, but was held down by the male police officer who spoke before.

The male police officer then asked, "Then what do you think of Sun Jiayang's relationship with her parents?" ”

"I don't know." She blurted out, and then thought of Sun Jiayang being held by her mother in front of the office some time ago, and continued, "It doesn't seem to be good." ”

"How?"

"Some time ago, there was an exam, Sun Jiayang's grades regressed, the head teacher invited her mother to the school, that time the incident was very unpleasant, and when she finally came out, she slapped Sun Jiayang directly at the door of the office, and Sun Jiayang was depressed for a long time because of this matter."

When the male police officer heard this, he looked up at the head teacher sitting opposite, "Teacher, is there such a thing?" ”

The head teacher pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, a little nervous, "Yes." ”

The male police officer asked the head teacher, "Teacher, in your opinion, is there anything abnormal about Sun Jiayang recently?" ”

The teacher thought about it for a moment and said, "It's just that the learning ranking has regressed a little, and the rest is nothing." ”

The male police officer asked Zhao Ke the same question again.

"She doesn't like to talk, her temper is still a little explosive, and she has insomnia for a period of time." Zhao Ke paused, thinking of the matter of physical education class, "And she is very thin, the last time she tested the 800 meters in physical education class, she fainted, and the doctor said that she was anemic." ”

Hearing this, the male police officer glanced at the head teacher lightly.

It lasted for about forty minutes, and Zhao Ke was finally able to leave.

Walking out of the office, she glanced at the woman who was still hiding her face and crying next to her, and walked away.

Around the corner is Bai Bai waiting for her.

The male police officer suddenly remembered something, and when he chased it out, he only saw two figures in the distance, and the extremely sensitive boy among them felt the gaze behind him, turned around, and glanced lightly to this side.

*

On the same day, during class, the head teacher came in and asked Zhao Ke to pack up the things in Sun Jiayang's drawer and put them into the packing box he brought.

The teacher on the podium was still lecturing, spitting everywhere.

Zhao Ke at the bottom bent down and took out the books from the drawer next to him, and placed them neatly in the box one by one.

With a "snap", a book with a black shell that looked out of place among the many books fell to the ground.

The dropped notebook was just open to that page, Zhao Ke picked it up, and the last sentence on the notebook had not been written.

After a cursory glance, Zhao Ke knew that it was Sun Jiayang's diary.

However, the last sentence still crashed into her eyes shockingly.

"I want to die......"

She packed the rest of the book into a box and closed the lid, but she kept the diary in her drawer.