I followed the captain to the convenience store, and when I pushed open the glass door, the wind chimes rang again. But this time it was much sadder.

The convenience store owner greeted me as soon as he saw me come in, in contrast to the way he was talking to me when he was paying for me. I guess he must have known about the murder.

"You're the owner of a convenience store, aren't you?" The captain said as he pulled out his notepad.

The convenience store owner looked at me as if to ask why I wasn't the one who asked, and I nodded to him.

"Yes, I'm the owner of this convenience store, may I ask ......?"

Before the boss could finish.

"Do you go to the middle school across the street every day for morning exercises?"

"It's not every day, I go when I'm free, and I didn't go this morning." The boss squeezed his eyebrows.

"And where were you this morning?"

"You're doubting me, I've always been above board, this morning...... My family can testify to me that I stayed at home until about eight o'clock and I didn't go downstairs until about eight. ”

"Family testimony cannot be used as alibi." I picked up the boss's words next to me. I didn't doubt the boss's intentions, I just hoped that he could find other witnesses.

"There's no way around that, I'll stay at home all the time." After the boss finished speaking, he lowered his head helplessly, and after about a few seconds, the boss suddenly raised his head. "I also have proof that I watched the morning show in the morning, and I can tell it all." The boss said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You can look back." The captain said ruthlessly.

"I can't prove it, then I stay at home every day, if something happens, I'm the murderer, can you believe me." The boss is restless.

"You know who else is exercising every day?" The captain asked mercilessly.

The boss seemed to know that they were also suspicious of us, and he didn't seem to want to say anything.

"We know about you from that old man."

"I knew it was confessed by them, except for the two of us, there is another one who seems to be named Teacher Bian, and the other one I don't know very well, but I seem to have seen him anywhere other than the football field? But now I can't think of it. "The boss said without reservation.

"Can you tell me what the name of the deceased is?" The boss asked rhetorically.

The captain obviously didn't want to say more, but I thought the owner was a nice guy and we were all neighbors but it didn't hurt to say it. "It's called Yang Qingyun, and it's from our community." I knew I had too much to say, and the captain glared at me.

"It's her."

"Do you know her?"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, I once sold her expired bread, because it was the most ordinary bread that no one likes to eat, she likes to eat it. I didn't want to buy it separately for her, so I sold it to her expired, and I felt guilty afterwards, but I understood that she was just pulling her stomach for a few days and it was fine. I was fascinated by the ghosts at the time, and if I hadn't heard the news of her death, I don't think I would have told anyone about it. ”

The image of the boss has always been a very honest and honest person in my eyes, and he has made such a low-level mistake. Although I didn't intend to doubt him, his behavior made him a big detracter in my mind.

"Thank you, we didn't suspect you, we just asked people who might have something to do with this case." With that, the captain pushed the door open, and I followed. Again, this time not for me, but for the owner of this shop.

The next place we are going to is the old man's mouth, Mr. Bian, this surname is very special, so it is easy to find him. Teacher Bian's name is Bian Ming, who lives in an ordinary neighborhood about a kilometer from the middle school, and we knocked on his door.

The door was opened by a skinny middle-aged man, with a very sharp and angular face, and his jawbones curled in, because he was wearing civilian clothes at home, and his collarbone was clearly visible. I dare say he doesn't have any flesh other than a layer of skin.

"Are you Teacher Bian Ming?"

"I am, but I don't know you. Do you have anything to do with me? Teacher Bian looked at the captain suspiciously.

We identified ourselves, and he politely let us in. Judging by his reaction, he should not be aware of Cheong-yun's death.

"You know what? There was a murder at the school you worked at today? The captain's question was tentative.

"I don't know. What's the specifics? ”

"It's not convenient for us to tell you about the case, you just have to answer my questions."

Bian Ming nodded.

"Do you have a habit of going to the school's soccer field in the morning?"

Bian Ming didn't hesitate, he nodded.

"Then why didn't you go to exercise today, and it's almost noon, why don't you go to work?" The captain's words were very sharp, and Bian Ming was speechless for a while.

"Well, I haven't been to work lately, I had acute enteritis last week, I'm already thin and I still have this disease, I was recuperating at home after I came out of the hospital the day before yesterday." Bian Ming said as he took out the medical records and hospitalization slips from the drawer of the coffee table.

I took it and looked at it carefully, and what he said was no problem at all, and he was indeed discharged from the hospital the day before yesterday.

"And what have you been doing this morning?" The captain still didn't give up.

"I'm just lying at home, so what else can I do." At this point, he seemed to realize something. "You're investigating an alibi, and you suspect me. I'm a patient. He looked weak, and even with all his might, his voice wasn't too loud. It's pitiful to watch.

"We don't suspect you, don't you have any family or friends to prove it?" I said with some pity.

"I don't have a family, I'm the only one, and no one can prove it." After saying that, he leaned back and was speechless.

"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, if you don't do it, you don't have to worry, we'll find out the truth." The captain got up to leave.

Bian Ming couldn't afford to send us off, so we changed our shoes at the door.

"What grade do you teach at school?"

"Mathematics, I teach junior high school!" Bian Ming was no longer on guard, he seemed to feel that he had been betrayed and sentenced to life imprisonment, he said weakly.

"Who else but you are still exercising in the morning." The captain asked suddenly, putting on his shoes.

Mr. Bian was obviously a little stunned by our question, "I don't know, I don't know anything, please don't ask me." After speaking, Mr. Bian lay on the bed without saying a word.

"Do you think the two of them are murderers?"

The captain didn't answer me directly, he looked at me and said something meaningful, "Crime does not mean direct killing, so we must know about those who are related." I scratched my head and followed the captain in confusion.

The only person who worked out at school in the morning was the one whose name was unknown. His identity is very mysterious, he doesn't seem to have mentioned his name to anyone, and he has only recently joined the morning exercise team.

We know that there are few clues, and if we want to really find this mysterious morning exerciser, we must go through the police station in the jurisdiction.

"Which police station is in charge of the affairs in this district?"

"Shangxi District Police Station." I replied.

"Did you visit that place some time ago?" The captain asked knowingly.

"I went to that cat murder case once."

"Then you can go there by yourself this time, I'm not too familiar with it?"

I nodded. The captain finished and left.

I originally hoped that Murong Yang could help me check people, but this simple matter naturally would not fall to him, the deputy director. After expressing my intentions, the person who helped me with the investigation was a young police officer, who seemed to have just joined the company.

"Where's your Deputy Director Murong?"

"He's going to take care of something else, so I'll leave that to me. I'm still worthy of being reliable. "The young police officer is very confident.

I told him the general information about the mysterious man, and explained that he sometimes went to Sangju No. 1 Middle School in the morning to exercise, and I hoped that he could help us investigate the nearby surveillance to see if there would be any clues.

I left my phone number.

"If there is any progress, please contact me!" I saluted him.

The young policeman was very alarmed, and he immediately returned the salute, although it was not particularly standard.

It was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of the police station, and the day was almost over in a blink of an eye. I sat on the stone steps in front of the police station in a daze, thinking about what had happened that day.

I still can't believe Qingyun's death, but I just can't believe it. I don't know Qingyun very well, except for a little sadness when I first committed the murder, the rest of the time my mood gradually returned to calm. I can't tolerate my ruthlessness, but I know that the more murders happen, the more iron and heartless my heart becomes.

I tried to change my identity and make my heart softer. I recall the moment I saw Cheongyoon, and I felt that she must not be that kind of bad child, she was a symbol of purity in my eyes.

I decided that I should visit Cheongyun's family before the captain called me back to the police station. I learned about the residence of Qingyun's family through the property, and her house is actually in our community, but we don't often meet because of the different units.

"Unit Seven, 901." I looked at the house number and muttered to myself.

I knocked on the door, and it was opened by a woman in her twenties, who looked older than me but wasn't much older.

"Excuse me, this is Yang Qingyun's home, right?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Actually, I didn't want to pull out my police ID, but at this time I didn't have much else to do but do it.

"Didn't you have a few people in the morning? Among them was a chubby detective. ”

I realized that the captain had called Xiaoyu, and I think it should be this matter.

"I have other things to do, so ......?" I said tentatively.

"Please come in, I really can't help you."

"What! Your daughter didn't come back last night!! I was surprised.

"I already said in the morning, I think your criminal police are not good at doing things, and you don't know the news until now." The woman said sarcastically.

"My position is low, I don't ask about this, they won't tell me." I was sloppy. "May I ask if your child didn't come back last night, why didn't you call the police?" I accused.

"That kid doesn't know who she's messing around, so I don't care about her?" The woman looked disdainful.

Having said that, I didn't even ask him about his relationship with Qingyun for so long, and in my opinion, he seems to be Qingyun's sister.

"Excuse me, what is the relationship between you and Qingyun?"

"He's my daughter." There is not a trace of emotion in the words of a woman.

"But what do you look like?"

The woman seemed to know what I meant, and I thought asking her age would make her angry. But the woman sitting in front of me was unfazed. I saw her light a cigarette and take a puff with her little finger cocked. This is the first time I've seen a woman my age smoke, I thought to myself.

"Although I am her mother, she is not my biological mother, I am her stepmother." After saying that, she took another hard sip.

I can't wait to snuff out her cigarette, and my own child has passed away, without a trace of sadness, but here to talk and laugh. I couldn't get angry.

"Who! You come out, don't let me say anything, you scumbag knows to cry in the house, I'm really blind to marry you. The woman yelled at the bedroom.

After speaking, a man of about forty came out of the back room, and saw that his eyes were already red from crying, and his face was completely bloodless. When the woman saw him come out, she got up. "I'm going to play mahjong at the other door, so let's talk about it. You know your precious daughter. ”

I quickly motioned for the man to sit in front of me, and I thought he should be a fair father.

"You are? Qingyun's father. ”

The man lowered his head, "I am, just call me Mr. Yang." The man's words were weak.

"May I ask who your child had a feud with before he died?"

"No, that kid is very well-behaved, I never pay attention to her private life, I think he can already handle things." Mr. Yang finished speaking, covering his head with his hands.

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, when did you and the lady get married? If it had nothing to do with the case, I wouldn't tell anyone. ”

The man was hesitant at first, but when he heard my promise, he opened his mouth.

"About three years ago, when my business failed, this woman had a rich and powerful family, so I followed her, and gradually we had a relationship. I'll just ......," the man didn't seem to want to continue.

"I know you, you can skip this one."

"After that, I married this woman, and her family sponsored me a lot of money, which is also the capital of my comeback. With money, I naturally have custody of the child. "Speaking of which, Mr. Yang seems to know the shame as well." I'm sorry to make you laugh, but I'm such a person, the one who abandons the wretched wife. ”

"And what about your original match?" I don't know why I'm asking these words.

"I don't know, we have been in touch since we divorced."

"Don't talk about that, you know what your daughter's hobbies are." I think my words can change the mood.

"I don't know, I don't know much about the things she likes, girls, usually dolls or cartoons."

"Okay, then please mourn and be happy."

Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Yang suddenly spoke. "Actually, in your eyes, I'm not a particularly failed person. Even though I had a lot of money, I ended up being the one who was most ridiculed. The wife and wife are gone, and the daughter and daughter are gone. ”

His eyes were moist as he looked into my eyes, and I couldn't answer his question. I knew he was looking for comfort, but I couldn't say anything to redeem him.

"Please mourn!" I said it again, and then turned and left.

As I passed by my unit, I saw a woman in her thirties standing there, and I recognized her after two glances. She is a teacher at the middle school opposite, surnamed Sun. It lives just downstairs from my house and we often run into each other in the morning. I told her that I was a detective.

"Hello, Mr. Sun." I said hello.

"I have something to tell you about Cheongyun." I was surprised to hear Teacher Sun say this, how did she know about Qingyun.

"Let's go to a nearby coffee shop."

I agreed, "You know so much that the deceased is Qingyun?" As soon as I sat down, I asked.

"Of course I know, I'm her homeroom teacher."

After Teacher Sun finished speaking, I realized that she was Qingyun's homeroom teacher.

I ordered a cappuccino as before, and I could accept the taste of this coffee, and Mr. Sun also ordered the same.

"What are you going to tell me?"

Teacher Sun deliberately lowered his voice, "You must be shocked when you hear about me." "Teacher Sun's is selling Guanzi." You're in charge of this case, right? ”

"I'm in charge, just tell me what you know." I said anxiously.

"That's right, do you know the school's teacher Bian Ming?"

I was stunned for a moment, does this have anything to do with Mr. Bian, "I know, I've heard of it." ”

"It's easy to say if you know, last month Qingyun proposed to skip a grade and get qualified for this year's high school entrance examination. There is only one place in our school, but there are many applicants. The first place after the exam last month was Yang Qingyun, and she had good grades in all aspects, but in the end, it was not she who obtained this qualification. Teacher Sun said like a woman with a long tongue.

I heard it in a fog, "Why didn't you qualify, you should have won the first place?" ”

"That is to say, I was happy for Qingyun at the time, and I think her level is indeed enough to take the high school entrance examination. But what I didn't expect was that it wasn't her in the end, I learned through my colleagues at school that it was Bian Ming's black-box operation that allowed a student from another class to obtain this qualification. I also heard that he received 100,000 yuan at that time, and he ruined Qingyun for the sake of this 100,000 yuan, and I believe that Qingyun's death had something to do with him. "Teacher Sun is sometimes loud and sometimes quiet, completely ignoring whether the people next to him can hear it.

"Do you have proof?"

"Don't tell me the evidence is not evidence, I don't listen. Teachers in school say that, and there can be mistakes. ”

"Okay then, how is Mr. Bian doing now?" I asked knowingly.

"I heard that he can't get over his conscience, he drinks and buys drunk every day, my colleagues have seen him drunk in the night market, I don't know why he doesn't come to work recently, I think he doesn't have a face to work." What Mr. Sun said was very straightforward.

"Thank you, you drink first, I still have something. Your clues are important to me, I'll pay attention. With that, I picked up the receipt on the table and settled the bill.

When I walked out of the café, I thought to myself, Bian Ming's acute enteritis was caused by drinking every day, and he also paid some price for his mistakes. Whether they were murderers or not, I can't know now, but I know that they are all trying to atone for their mistakes. Even if it is unforgivable.