May 12 was supposed to be an ordinary Monday, but for the people of the city, everything was different.

In a small city, no matter what happens in any corner, there will be countless media people vying to report it, and the news will spread far and wide, as if there are no secrets in this city.

Not to mention a small explosion.

The explosion case in Huating Community was like a fuse, which instantly ignited the entire police station, and for a while, all superiors rushed to greet each other, hoping that the truth of the matter could be investigated in the next second.

But Wei Zhongwen knew very well in his heart that no matter how much the police investigated, it would be useless, and no matter how much a suicide case was investigated, the result could only be suicide.

Public opinion triggered by suicide.

Wei Zhongwen can even imagine what kind of performance the general public will have when they learn the truth of the matter.

But even so, if it hadn't happened, Wei Zhongwen might not have imagined that this would really be just a suicide case.

May 5, a week before the May 12 bombing.

On this day, there was nothing special for Wei Zhongwen, as usual, Wei Zhongwen got up at 6:30 as usual, set off on time at 7 o'clock, and went to the park to start a day's morning jog.

10 kilometers a day, thunder can't move, this is a habit Wei Zhongwen developed in college, but after becoming a policeman, he was wasted for more than one day because of his busy official duties.

Now, he has resigned from his job in the police station, opened his own office, and was entrusted to do some private investigations, and it is precisely because of this that Wei Zhongwen is much more leisurely than before, and his daily morning run has been put on the agenda again.

After finishing his morning run and having breakfast, Wei Zhongwen came to the office and prepared to start the day's work.

At ten o'clock in the morning, there was not a single guest in the empty office, and at this time, Wei Zhongwen was reading the novel with relish,

Probably tired of watching, Wei Zhongwen raised his eyes, stretched unconsciously, and then stood up, ready to make himself a cup of coffee.

As soon as he got up, Wei Zhongwen heard a few doorbells from the door.

He was stunned for a moment, then listened carefully, and then determined that the source of the sound was indeed his own door.

"It's strange, it seems that no one has made an appointment today." Wei Zhongwen couldn't help but muttered to himself. But even so, he chose to walk towards the door.

When I came to the door, the doorbell suddenly stopped, and there was silence inside and outside the house, and only the sound of the clock in the house could be heard, which was ticking and clicking.

Did you hear it wrong?

After a moment of hesitation, there was still no sound outside the door.

Wei Zhongwen couldn't help but wonder if he had a delusion.

As the minutes ticked by, the silence was like water, and no one, inside or outside the house, was willing to be the first to break the strange silence.

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang outside the door, and the sound was so loud that Wei Zhongwen couldn't help but shudder.

The ringing didn't last long, and the person outside the door quickly picked up the phone.

Wei Zhongwen could vaguely hear the speaker's voice, but he couldn't hear it really, obviously the other party was deliberately lowering his voice.

But even so, Wei Zhongwen could hear that the person who came was a woman.

Wei Zhongwen's heart suddenly understood something.

No wonder the knock on the door was full of hesitation and hesitation.

Most of the female clients who came to Wei Zhongwen wanted to entrust him to investigate her husband's extramarital affairs because of family and marital misfortunes.

And this person's hesitation is probably inseparable from this, Wei Zhongwen couldn't help but guess.

But the other party's voice sounded like he was only in his twenties. Wei Zhongwen thought silently in his heart.

After a while, the other party hung up the phone, and then, as if stimulated by something, the person who came knocked on the door heavily and forcefully, like two people who had hesitated before.

"It's coming!" Wei Zhongwen replied, and then opened the door.

He was about 25 years old, dressed casually, wearing a pair of sneakers, and looked more like a scholar or researcher.

Wei Zhongwen immediately knew that he had guessed wrong, such an image was very different from his previous clients, and this would not be a person who came to investigate her husband.

"Hello, I'm Wei Zhongwen." Wei Zhongwen said, politely extending his right hand.

"Hello, Tang Yuran." The person who came looked restrained, and when she saw Wei Zhongwen for the first time, she seemed a little uneasy. "Are you Officer Wei?" As if unsure, Tang Yuran added, but his tone was full of hesitation.

"You can say yes, you can say no." Seeing the other party's puzzled face, as if to make the other party feel at ease, Wei Zhongwen couldn't help but smile, and then explained. "I used to be a police officer, but now I've quit."

Hearing the other party's statement, Tang Yuran was stunned for a moment, then exhaled lightly, as if a hanging heart was put down, he also smiled and said, "That's good, I thought I had found the wrong person." ”

"Let's talk about something when we come in."

Tang Yuran nodded and followed Wei Zhongwen into the house.

After a while, Wei Zhongwen put a cup of coffee in front of Tang Yuran and asked, "Miss Tang came to me, is there something wrong?" ”

"I..." Listening to Wei Zhongwen's words, Tang Yuran opened his mouth, but he didn't continue, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Don't worry, no matter what the problem is, no third person will know." As if to dispel the other party's doubts, Wei Zhongwen spoke.

"No, it's not that I don't believe you, I just don't know what to say." Tang Yuran said, but suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Wei Zhongwen, as if he had courage.

"No matter what the problem is, as long as you say it, it is possible to solve it." Wei Zhongwen said as if instructing.

"Actually, I have approached people from the police station before, but they said that the case has been closed and there is no need to continue the investigation." Tang Yuran said, as if deliberately not looking at Wei Zhongwen, and turned his gaze to the side.

"If there is not enough evidence, the police will generally not reopen a case that has already been closed." Wei Zhongwen paused and continued. "However, if it's a case you care about, you might as well tell me, and I'll do my best to help you."

Listening to Wei Zhongwen's words, Tang Yuran seemed to see hope, and suddenly cheered up, and even looked at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Thank you." Tang Yuran said as he took out a notebook from his bag.

"What is this?" Wei Zhongwen asked inexplicably.

"This diary is why I came to you." Tang Yuran said, his tone full of loneliness.

"Hmm." Wei Zhongwen didn't say anything, just nodded and waited for the other party to continue.

"The owner of this diary is named Xu Ziqing, a good friend of mine, and half a year ago, she was found dead in a rental house." Tang Yuran said, his face full of sadness.

"You want to..."Wei Zhongwen didn't finish, but he knew that the other party would definitely understand what he meant.

"It's not." Tang Yuran said, her tone suddenly became firm, she looked straight at Wei Zhongwen and shook her head. "The police have closed the case. Said it was suicide. ”

"And what do you think?"

"I don't know," Tang Yuran said, shaking her head, her eyes full of confusion. I just want to say that this notebook has strengthened my previous thoughts. ”

"And how did you get this journal?" Wei Zhongwen focused on the diary and asked.

A private diary, even if the holder has passed away, such a private thing should not fall into the hands of others, Wei Zhongwen knows that there must be another secret behind it.

"Actually, I don't know who sent me the diary..."

"How?"

"I'm a researcher at a research institute that focuses on the relationship between language and mental activity, and because of a certain topic, we openly collect relevant corpus information from the public to carry out our research." At the mention of research, Tang Yuran seemed to be a different person, and suddenly became energetic.

"That's how this diary came about?" Wei Zhongwen asked.

"That's right." Tang Yuran nodded first, and then continued: "On the third day of the public fundraising, I received this diary. But I can't find any sender's information. ”

"A diary from the deceased, whatever the purpose of the other party's sending it, can only show one thing now, that is, the other party does not want to have anything to do with it." Wei Zhongwen opened his mouth to analyze.

"At first, the diary didn't catch my attention, and in general, the texts are sent in and converted into electronic versions by interns, who then sift through and filter them. What we are exposed to is some text that has already been processed. But even so, by mistake, I still saw the names that remained in the text. Tang Yuran said, his tone still revealing a sense of disbelief.

"You mean that in the processed text, there should be no names of people, right?" Wei Zhongwen asked.

"That's right, we only filter out the information we need, and the names don't fall into this category, so they are all filtered out."

"Generally speaking, people who keep a diary don't put their name in the diary." Wei Zhongwen questioned.

"Yes, it does. But..."Tang Yuran said, paused and looked at Wei Zhongwen. "But in that text, I clearly saw the name 'Tang Yuran'."

"Your name?" Hearing this, Wei Zhongwen was taken aback at first, and then realized that if these two were friends, even if they were mentioned by each other's names, it would not be a big deal.

"Yes. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but later, I saw the name 'Qin Kai' in the text. This confirms my suspicions. ”

"Who is Qin Kai?" Wei Zhongwen asked rhetorically.

"Sorry, I forgot to say, Qin Kai is Ziqing's boyfriend, and Ziqing is my good friend, and his full name is Xu Ziqing. Before Ziqing got together with this man, our relationship was a little more intimate, so I was particularly impressed by the name. ”

"So, you are sure that this diary belongs to Xu Ziqing." Wei Zhongwen said, as if he was stating the truth.

"Yes, so I found the diary, didn't let go of any of it, and reread the diary twice, and I didn't let go of any detail in it." Tang Yuran said, with a sense of forbearance in his tone.

"You didn't believe that Xu Ziqing died by suicide from the beginning, did you?" Wei Zhongwen asked rhetorically. There is only one reasonable explanation for the other party's behavior.

"That's right, even though half a year has passed since the incident and the police have closed the case, I still don't want to believe it, I don't believe that Ziqing will choose to commit suicide. In my eyes, she is a sunny, upbeat and optimistic girl, in her world, there is only beauty, no haze. She is definitely not a person who would choose to commit suicide. Tang Yuran said, in addition to sadness, there was also an inexplicable excitement in his tone.

"Even after you read the diary, you still think so?" Wei Zhongwen asked rhetorically.

"That's right, Ziqing in the diary is still a positive and optimistic girl who is willing to believe in the future, and it is precisely this that strengthens my original idea. But..."Tang Yuran said, with a little more disappointment in his tone.

"But the police don't think so." Wei Zhongwen continued.

"Yes, Ziqing died by suicide, this is the final judgment of the police." Tang Yuran said, his tone was full of resistance.

"But based on this diary alone, it is indeed difficult to judge the real cause of Xu Ziqing's death." Although Wei Zhongwen expressed understanding, he did not choose to compromise in the face of evidence.

"I have other evidence besides this!"