The goldfish died, and today, Wednesday, the weather was clear.

I sat in a chair in the police interrogation room, and I looked out the window, and the sky was very blue with a few white clouds.

Police officers and reporters were busy, they kept talking and arguing all the time.

As soon as I left the dormitory this morning, I was surrounded by them, and the officers said that they had a few questions for me and that I needed to cooperate with them. The reporters didn't let me go either, and they had a few questions for me.

I was taken to the interrogation room by the police officers in a daze, and the first thing they said to me was: The goldfish is dead.

The goldfish died, all I knew was that he was dead, and this was the final result, he died and never came back.

After the officers kicked out all the reporters who had forced their way into the interrogation room, they returned to the chair across from me and sat down.

There was a table between us, and there were three chairs across from me, and in the middle of that chair sat an older male officer, with a female officer to his left and a good-looking young male officer to his right.

They all had serious expressions, the older male officer in the middle, this was my second meeting with him, the other two officers were my first meeting, the female officer looked at me with a particularly cold gaze, and the good-looking male officer always smiled at me when I looked at him.

The interrogation room was not large, the size of a standard teacher's office, and it was quiet all around, and they didn't look very anxious, and it took a while before they asked me my first question.

"Goldfish is your boyfriend, right?"

"Yes." I replied to them, they didn't use the right words, the goldfish is dead now, how could the dead man be my boyfriend, he's my ex-boyfriend.

"He's dead, how do you feel?" When the officer in the middle asked me this question, the other two officers looked up at me, and they looked me in the eye, and their eyes were saying, "You don't lie." ”

"It's shocking." I watched them answer, I wasn't lying, and when they told me the goldfish was dead, I was shocked.

"Aren't you sad? Isn't he your boyfriend? "The female officer asked me, and her face was full of indifference and disdain.

She was supposed to be about my mother's age, and at this time, I noticed that she had a badge of honor on her chest in her police uniform.

"Sad, but more shocking." I answered her question, and I still hadn't lied.

"You're smart, but it's better not to be smart in front of a forty-year-old woman." I don't know why she said something all of a sudden, what the hell she wanted from me.

I didn't speak, because I didn't know what to say, I was just answering their questions, what she said, as if she wanted me to admit that I had killed the goldfish.

The atmosphere was awkward, it was clear that she was the eldest of the three of them, and when she spoke, the other two did not dare to speak.

"Okay, don't be nervous, classmate Wu Yan, tell me, what did you and Goldfish do after class last night?" The young male police officer suddenly spoke up to ease the atmosphere.

The female officer glanced at him, and he smiled at the female officer, whose expression did not change for a moment, and then looked at me with her characteristic cold eyes.

I told them that after the last evening of self-study last night, we went to the café together, played games in it, and he took me back to the dormitory, and he called me afterwards.

I didn't go into details, I just gave a general idea, and I wanted them to ask me for other details, and I would answer them.

After I finished speaking, they didn't ask me any questions, the male officer in the middle kept his head down and recorded what I said, and the good-looking male officer and the female officer just looked at me.

They didn't speak, so I asked them, "Any more questions?" ”

The two male officers looked at the female officers at this time, but the female officers still looked at me and did not respond to the male officers.

"Don't you wonder how he died?" The female police officer asked me, and it seemed that the female police officer really didn't know anything about me.

From the moment I heard that the goldfish was dead, the most I wanted to know was how he died. When I hear the news of anyone dying, the most important thing I want to know is how he died, and it's become a habit of mine.

But they didn't say it, and I wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

"Curious." She just asked me if I was curious, and I just answered her that I was curious.

At this time, she suddenly laughed, and it seemed to me that she was yin and yang.

"He may have been poisoned." The female police officer said.

She said he could, not sure, and they weren't sure how the goldfish died right now.

I didn't speak, and I thought again that she said that the goldfish was poisoned, so who poisoned him? Did they come to me because they suspected me of poisoning?

"Who do you think is most likely to poison him?" Seeing that I didn't speak, the female police officer took the initiative to ask me.

I think she's stupid, the people who are most likely to kill people tend not to kill, and demons are always the most human.

"I don't know." I answered her.

"When the autopsy report comes down, it's okay to say if it's poisoned, but if it's poisoned, you're the most suspicious." The female police officer said. And I still didn't speak at this time.

"See the reporters outside? They are all man-eating tigers, as long as you get out of here, you will be robbed by them, those detectives on the Internet who are not in the stream, deduce a hundred possibilities for you to poison the goldfish. They don't need evidence, and there will be countless netizens who echo it. ”

She paused, shifting to a chair position.

"As I said before, this is a serial murder case, and they suspect that you are the murderer of the goldfish, so you are the murderer of your homeroom teacher and counselor."

She said this right and wrong, yes because what she said was true, not because she was as ridiculous as the detective she said she was talking about.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked them, and they had been waiting for me for a long time.

At this time, they all looked up at me, and I saw the exhaustion in their eyes, and saw the relief they wanted.

"Did you poison the goldfish?" They looked at me with a glint of hope in their eyes.

I understand why they are tired, I understand that everyone gets tired. They have been busy for two days, and there are no clues at all, netizens say that they are useless, and they themselves may feel useless.

I understand why their eyes are shining with hope, and if I say that I poisoned the goldfish, they will solve the case, and everything will be over, justice will come, and the demon will be caught.

No evidence can come faster than the murderer's surrender, and it is true.

"I didn't poison him."

They have a point, but why should I admit what I haven't done!