"He was the one who rushed over and smashed the glass on the door and slit his own throat." Chengcheng's father seemed to use all his strength to say this, this was a few minutes ago, everything happened so fast, no one was ready to meet him.

"......" was silent, Han Shuo, who was holding the telephone receiver, stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say, Cheng Cheng's grandfather behind him kept wanting to take the phone from him, but Han Shuo didn't dare to let the old man answer, he knew that Cheng Cheng's grandfather was not in good health, and his grandmother had fainted when he heard the news, and he couldn't let another old man fall.

"Comrade policeman, can you tell me why! Why did our family become like this, and in the end, it was ...... Alas...... Why is it our family and what exactly are we doing wrong! Cheng Cheng's father said in prostration, and Han Shuo could feel his sadness on the other end of the phone.

"Grandma is fine, she just fainted, and she has already called an ambulance, let's wait for her to recover first, and then let's talk about it when we get to the hospital." Han Shuo hung up the phone and said helplessly.

"What happened to this little comrade? Is there something wrong with our family? That kid is very well-behaved, if there is a misunderstanding, you must ask his father to apologize well. Chengcheng's grandfather asked anxiously, thinking about the possible problems.

"It's fine." Han Shuo really couldn't bear to tell the old man the truth, so he just gave Li Yifan a look in the past, wondering if Li Yifan saw something again, or knew something.

But Li Yifan just stood there, looking at the hung up phone with a dull gaze, as if he was thinking about something, until Han Shuo called him, he came back to his senses, but he glanced at Han Shuo, didn't say anything, turned his head and sat down on the sofa next to him.

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On the way to the hospital, after Han Shuo told the other two people the news of Chengcheng's death, the three of them sat in the car and didn't say anything, no one expected to go to the hospital in the morning, and notify the family of an eleven or twelve-year-old child who was out of danger, only a few hours, and ended his life in this way, Chengcheng's grandmother showed some signs of waking up when the ambulance came, in order to be afraid that her grandmother would faint again because of excessive sadness after waking up, Han Shuo told the doctor the reason for the coma, and the doctor gave the old man injections and calming medicines, Let the old man have a good rest.

"Li Yifan, there is a reason for all this, what do you know." After Wang Zhixian drove the ambulance to the hospital parking lot, Han Shuo and Li Yifan got out of the car first, and as soon as he came, he quickly asked Li Yifan if he had found the reason, or if he knew anything and didn't say it.

"I don't know the reason, but I have a feeling that Cheng Cheng may be the same as the situation of the mentally ill teenagers you investigated before, I remember you once told me that you have investigated several children with psychological departments who suddenly hurt others or self-harm, and what Cheng Cheng did today, if you talk about it in detail, is really similar to those teenagers." Li Yifan said his guess, about the previous children who hurt people and self-harmed, he only listened to what Han Shuo said in the car during the day, and the details were the same as today's Chengcheng, and Han Shuo had to decide.

"I didn't feel the same, those teenagers are mainly hurting others, and self-harm is also in a sense beating themselves with a wooden stick or something, there has never been such a situation, and when I checked it out, I found that those teenagers had not received much treatment, and they were negligent in their families, and they were disturbed by bad emotions from the outside world, and there was a potential revenge against society and venting their dissatisfaction." Han Shuo said.

"Do you remember the last time we went to the sculpture exhibition, Zhao Xin'er and I rescued a boy who was sitting on the rooftop and painting?" Li Yifan has been thinking about how to tell Han Shuo about his guesses and doubts, some things he can't believe, how to tell others.

"Remember, is it a boy named Shen Jiajun, who participated in a treatment institution that uses art to treat mental illness, speaking of which, I remember that Cheng Cheng's father said that Cheng Cheng also participated." After Han Shuo finished speaking, he continued to ask. "Do you suspect that it has anything to do with that treatment facility at the time you just asked?"

"I don't know, I just think that the boy will avoid so much surveillance at that time, and suddenly appear on the edge of the rooftop with more complex terrain, it's incredible, it's even more impossible if there is no one to guide him, but have we seen the person who guided, could it be that he used some kind of symbol that only Shen Jiajun can understand? Now that I think it's possible that Chengcheng's death was the same, maybe someone used some kind of hint that we didn't know. Li Yifan speculated boldly, and thought of these two things more and more in his heart.

"Why are you two still standing here, why don't you go up, but I see that the ambulance has come, so don't let Chengcheng's grandfather know the news of his grandson's death first." Wang Zhi walked to the door of the inpatient department with the car keys, looked at the two people standing there and said.

"That's the only way to do it, let's go up and have a look first." Han Shuo said and walked towards the elevator.

After arriving at the floor of the ward where Chengcheng's parents had stayed during the day, across the corridor, Chengcheng's mother's heart-rending cries and scolding were heard, regardless of the consolation of the nurses and doctors next to him, as if he wanted to blame all the blame on the hospital and his husband.

"What the hell do you hospital do with patients! In the blink of an eye, how could my son, who had just undergone surgery, have the strength to rush down from the hospital bed and break the glass! Chengcheng's mother repeated these questions over and over again, questioning the person in front of her. Why do you want to smoke, you know I'm asleep, you can't wait a little longer, if you don't smoke that cigarette, you'll die! Have you been hoping that this son will die so that you can have another one? ”

"This is the hospital, Cheng Cheng is no more, and he won't be able to come back if you do this again." The man looked at the woman on the ground with a sad expression, and he no longer had the mood and strength to quarrel with her. "I'm also very sad that Chengcheng is dead, it's not a way for you to be covered with blood like this, let's go back first."

"Nope! I'm not going back, they must give me an explanation today! Chengcheng's mother stretched out her hand that was still bloodstained, pointed at the doctor standing next to her, and shouted unrelentingly.

"When you were sent to the hospital, you didn't tell us that the child had a mental illness, before he committed suicide with glass, he also injured three clinical patients, and now one of the three people has a second head wound, and it is still being rescued, we also tried our best to intercept it at the time, but you also saw it, he rushed over directly and broke the glass on the door and cut his throat......" The two doctors on duty in the anesthesia recovery room explained the situation at that time, but Chengcheng's mother didn't listen at all, Even when the hospital leaders came to persuade her, she still sat on the ground like that, but she couldn't cry.