Inside the café, I looked at the boy sitting across from me. He looks shy, but he is much taller and burlier than his peers. His eyes were red, and that was because he had cried before. His fingers were thick, and the hands holding the coffee cup looked strong. He doesn't look as handsome as a young man, he looks a little older, and the pimple scars on his face make his face look pitted. He also has a big problem, sitting in front of him, I can faintly smell a foot smell, but the young man is full of blood and loves to wear sneakers, this athlete's foot is inevitable.

I really can't imagine that the beautiful Yang Lingtong, her early love object is actually the unattractive boy in front of me.

The music in the café is melodious and gives a romantic mood. This café was chosen by the young man in front of me, not far from the school, and it is probably a place where he and Yang Lingtong often come to.

I stirred the coffee cup with a small silver iron spoon, and the little bubbles surrounded the small iron spoon and couldn't disperse for a long time.

I raised my eyes and asked, "Classmate, what's your name?" ”

The boy hugged the coffee cup and whispered, "My name is Han Benchao." ”

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Are you and Yang Lingtong classmates?"

"Yes."

"How did you get together?"

After asking this question, Han Benchao pursed his lips vigorously, put the coffee cup on the table, looked at me and said, "It was Yang Lingtong who took the initiative to confess to me, and ...... And ......"

I looked at Han Benchao, who was about to speak and stopped, with a helpless expression, and said softly: "Don't be nervous, speak slowly." ”

Han Benchao exhaled hard and said, "And on the first night of her confession, she asked me to sleep with her and asked to take pictures." ”

This kind of request is obviously impossible to refuse for a teenager who is just beginning to fall in love.

I asked, "After you established a relationship between a man and a woman, did you find anything unusual about her?" ”

"She was very strange, she asked me to stay with her every Monday and Thursday night, to take pictures every time, and I was not allowed to use condoms," Han said. She also asked me not to show any goodwill to her in normal times, otherwise she would break off the relationship with me. I've invited her to this café many times, but she doesn't pay attention to it, except for opening a room with me and taking pictures, she usually doesn't know me. One night, she cried so much that she asked me to spend the night with her. But then she became weird again. ”

It's really weird, why would a young girl in the flower season use such bizarre means to practice herself?

I took a sip of my coffee and asked, "Do you know where her injuries came from?" ”

Han Benchao wiped his tears and said: "The injuries on her hands and legs were cut by herself, and the tattoo on her chest was the one she forced me to tattoo her, saying that it was a mark of love." I didn't want to hurt her, so she beat me and scolded me, and I couldn't resist her, so I tattooed her. ”

"What's the matter with the abrasions on her body?"

Han Benchao shook his head and said, "I don't know, she didn't tell me, I asked her, and she also said that I don't want to meddle." ”

I wondered, why is this Yang Lingtong's behavior so strange? Could it be that you have some kind of mental illness?

"In the process of your contact with Yang Lingtong, what other strange things did she do?" I asked.

Han Benchao took a sip of coffee and said to me: "I have contact with her for two nights a week, and she never lets me deliver it when she comes home, and every time she leaves, she warns me not to follow her." But he likes to play with his mobile phone, and he is always looking at WeChat, and once when she was playing with his mobile phone, I accidentally glanced at it and found that she seemed to have sent those indecent photos of us to someone. ”

"Are you sure she sent the photos she took to someone else?" I asked hurriedly.

Han Benchao looked at me and nodded.

The night is blurry, the lights are on, and the young heart always stages an unforgettable, life-and-death-like love drama in this impetuous night.

It's just that I never want to participate in this play, but this time, I became an audience member of these big plays.

In this audience, there are also Liu Lili and He Shu. And the starring roles of this drama are Chi Xue, who is young, beautiful and energetic, and Tang Zhenguo, a tough guy who has just passed a mid-life crisis and is a dead wood.

We sat in front of the bar, Tang Zhenguo's sharp eyes showed a rare warmth, he stared at Chi Xue who was bewitching behind the bar, dancing with the music festival and shaking the wine jug in his hand. Chi Xue looked at Tang Zhenguo with a charming and provocative look, which caused the screams of the young people and little girls around the bar.

Chi Xue is indeed very beautiful, a kind of alternative beauty with charm in coldness and softness in handsomeness. It seems that Tang Zhenguo's heart was completely captured by Chi Xue.

"Sister He Shu, do all men like this kind of style?" I heard Liu Lili asking He Shu.

He Shu smiled and said: "Turnip greens have their own loves, but of course, most men like women who have a good figure, look good, and can dress up. ”

I could feel Liu Lili glancing at me, I knew what she was looking, she was looking at the direction of my gaze, to see if there was also a woman with a good figure, beautiful appearance and good dress in that direction.

But apparently I was not in the mood to see such a woman, and I didn't even drink tonight. First, I want to concentrate on analyzing the bizarre truth behind Yang Lingtong's suicide case; Second, I didn't want to get drunk anymore and see that strange shadow appear in front of my eyes.

Business at the bar seems to have been booming since it opened, and I watched the crowd coming and going, mostly young people. But these young people are very strange, they are drinking and making noise in this noisy environment, and then from time to time they take out their mobile phones and start playing, taking pictures and videos frantically, and posting them on Moments. It seems that coming to have fun and posting moments is the ultimate goal. In the Internet era, even in the most lively environment, mobile phones will not be left out in the cold.

Who did Yang Lingtong send his photos to? This gave me a bit of a headache, because Yang Lingtong restored the phone to factory settings, and there was no way to query its chat history, and from Yang Lingtong's QQ and WeChat provided by Han Benchao, there was no information related to his suicide. It can be said that Yang Lingtong's QQ space and WeChat circle of friends have not been updated without any dynamic updates since the start of school on September 1 this year.

But one thing is for sure, Yang Lingtong's strange behavior, is there someone behind him snooping? Surveillance? Or is it manipulation?

"Brother Ouyang, what are you thinking?" It was Liu Lili's voice, listening to her voice, she seemed to be a little drunk.

I turned my head, and at this time, the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of Liu Lili's nose didn't know where to go, revealing a pair of slightly deformed eyes, which were a little incongruous on her red face, but not too ugly.

"I'm thinking about the day's case." I said with a sip of soda.

Liu Lili smiled stupidly and said: "You are really a workaholic, in such a noisy place, you can still think about the case, I really admire you, come, cheers." She lifted her glass and touched it against my soda glass.

I picked up a soda glass and touched it with her, saying, "Drink less." ”

This sentence seemed to make Liu Lili misunderstood, she put the wine glass on the bar counter at once, turned her body to me with a swivel chair, and looked at me with affection, so to speak, and said, "Brother Ouyang, are you caring about me?" ”

I stood up, stretched, and said, "The girl drank too much and hurt herself, so let's go home." ”

After that, I grabbed my soda bottle, squeezed through the young and turbulent bodies, and walked out of the red bar.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and the North Shore Road was exceptionally quiet, and a few pedestrians could be seen on the road, all of whom were young people who were drunk and crazy.

But then I saw a weak back, like a soulless shell, walking slowly on the edge of the road.

The little girl's steps were so weak that she looked like she might fall down at any moment.

She suddenly stopped, twisted her body, and began to walk slowly towards the middle of the road.

There was a fence in the middle of the road, and it was obviously not feasible to cross the road from her position. And when crossing the street, you will generally look left and right to determine whether there are any vehicles passing by. But she didn't do this, just buried her head and walked slowly towards the middle of the road with zombie-like steps.

I saw the headlights approaching rapidly in the distance, and in the middle of the night, the car on Beibin Road was always driving fast. I once heard from a taxi driver that every year there are more than a dozen traffic accidents on this road in the middle of the night, caused by drunk young people crossing the road.

I couldn't hesitate any longer, so I strode forward, took the little girl in my arms, and ran to the sidewalk, the wheels whirring behind me. I feel that this girl is so light and thin.

The moment I picked her up, she began to scream and pound me, and struggled violently.

I ignored her, just hugged her tighter and ran briskly to the sidewalk.

"Ahh Let me die, let me die. You let go of me. She seemed to be crazy, screaming like a pig, and trying to run to the middle of the road. Her eyes were red, but there were no tears, and her expression was as hideous as if she was going to eat me.

I clamped her arms so she couldn't scratch my face with her sharp nails, and yelled, "Calm down, calm down." ”

At this time, I noticed that blood was slowly oozing from her arm, and an idea suddenly appeared in my mind, and in a moment of urgency, I ripped off the girl's sleeve.

Maybe it was my crazy behavior that scared the girl, and she didn't make any more noise, but looked at me in horror.

And I also looked at her in horror, because there were three cuts on her arms that were exactly the same as those of Yang Lingtong.