I heard Zhang Xue's inner cry, and followed Zhang Xue around to find Jiang Yongning. Dreams no longer jump, but continue with inertia. Zhang Xue looked for a long time, listened to the abuse of Jiang Yongning by the people around her, and stared at Qin Yijuan resentfully, but she couldn't do anything powerlessly. It wasn't until she had a flash of inspiration and followed the police who handled the case that she arrived at Jiang Yongning's house one day.

Jiang Yongning lives in an apartment with paint splashed on the door, and his parents look stern and calm. Jiang Yongning hid in the bedroom, closed the doors and windows, closed the curtains, curled up, and did not cooperate with the police investigation.

Zhang Xue's shouting stopped, turning into a small sob.

The court verdict was issued, Jiang Yongning was not guilty, and the family of the deceased who was filled with hatred chased and intercepted the Jiang family, Zhang Xue saw his haggard parents, and then looked at Jiang Yongning, who had become a walking corpse, and only emptiness was left in his heart.

I wanted to comfort this young girl who had undergone a great change at the age of eighteen, but I could do nothing but watch her wander around the world. Her parents were so grief-stricken that after the divorce, they started their own families and deliberately forgot their daughter. Zhang Xue's heart was as silent as death, staying on the campus of the 18th Middle School.

In the middle of the night, she saw Jiang Yongning who had climbed over the wall and entered the school. Jiang Yongning disguised himself and covered his face. At that time, he was skinny and skinny, and his movements over the wall were very clumsy. He walked around the school building a few times, found an unlocked window, climbed through the window, and went to the classroom. Jiang Yongning gasped for breath, rummaging for clues in the classroom that had not been rebuilt after the burning. Looking at his appearance, he didn't know what he was looking for or how to find it.

Zhang Xue followed Jiang Yongning. Jiang Yongning has already moved and is preparing to move out of the city. During the day, he flipped through the books of criminal investigation, and at night, he secretly went to the school to look for clues.

Jiang Yongning made a list of suspects, and relying on the underdeveloped network at that time, he looked for any suspicious criminals: wanted criminals, prisoners released from prison, suspicious people who had been detained...... He didn't expect Qin Yijuan.

The investigation lasted twenty-one years.

In this way, Zhang Xue witnessed the delicate and cowardly boy turn into a taciturn freak at close range, and closed herself off to investigate the truth of the arson case. He even had a stiff relationship with his parents because of this, eating the simplest instant noodles and takeout, studying criminology books all day long, investigating the suspects by himself, hiring detectives, and using all kinds of means.

In the twenty-first year, Zhang Xue saw a photo given to him by the detective hired by Jiang Yongning.

"This is your homeroom teacher Qin Yijuan, right? If you want to talk about suspicion, she is the most suspicious, and she has the time and means to commit the crime. ”

"How is that possible?" Jiang Yongning made a dull voice, and his tone was calm, like an emotionless robot.

"The police suspected her back then, and the result of the investigation was the same as yours, there was no evidence, but they prosecuted you, not her. Because public opinion is not in your favor, the families of those who died need an outlet to believe that you are a prisoner. ”

Zhang Xue couldn't understand, and Jiang Yongning continued to keep his face expressionless.

I sighed silently.

Such a big case can't be solved, but there are no clues and murderers, under the double pressure of the Jiang family and the family of the deceased, the police station threw the case out, and the court made the final judgment. This is a case in which the police know that it is impossible to win, and only those outsiders will cry out for the injustice of the law.

"There is no evidence." Jiang Yongning said.

"It's not entirely without evidence." The detective took out a piece of information, "Qin Yijuan received psychological treatment for a period of time four years before the crime, and her condition has been under control since then. More than 20 years ago, psychiatrists were a rare profession, and our country had no concept of this at that time. Qin Yijuan said that it was psychotherapy, but it was better to treat neurasthenia. She has a habit of taking sleeping pills. In other words, she has access to sleeping pills. At that time, the conditions for autopsy were limited, but more than 30 people, to control them to stay in the fire, it was not enough to close the doors and windows. She was supposed to mix sleeping pills with food, give them to the deceased, and then set them on fire. ”

Jiang Yongning's hand holding the paper was trembling, "The police found alcohol at the scene. ”

"For those who are going on a trip, it is possible to drink alcohol to help them set off, but it is not possible to get drunk all of them." The detective said politely.

Jiang Yongning's thick knuckles bulged out because of the force, "There is no motive for committing the crime." ”

"The reason why Qin Yijuan received psychological treatment was that her daughter died of rape and murder, and when she was found, she was a naked corpse, which was very ...... Tragic. The detective added, "Her daughter died on the eve of the college entrance examination when she was eighteen years old." ”

"You talk nonsense! Teacher Qin killed a student in one of our classes because of this kind of thing? Jiang Yongning erupted in anger and hammered the table.

Zhang Xue's heart let out a sad roar: "Jiang Yongning, it's her...... That's her......"

"This is my reasoning, which can only be said to be reasoning, without any evidence. If it was really her who committed the crime, she would have thought about killing you from the beginning of her first year of high school. Over the course of three years, I slowly accumulated sleeping pills, alcohol, and gasoline. By the time the crime happened, the police would investigate and would not find her purchase records. "The detective is calm.

"It can't be!" Jiang Yongning's face was hideous and distorted, and his face, which was so bloated that he couldn't see the appearance of a handsome young man, was sad and angry.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the result of my investigation."

Jiang Yongning got angry and lost his mind for a few days.

Zhang Xue kept talking and crying beside him, but her voice couldn't reach his ears, not even herself. Her voice was broken, even if she became a ghost, and she couldn't speak, she couldn't identify the murderer.

Jiang Yongning spent another two years evading and accepting the fact that the biggest suspect was not the murderer who wandered to Minqing City, but Qin Yijuan, the head teacher who they had been with day and night for three years.

However, there is no evidence. Back then, the police couldn't find evidence, the best detectives couldn't find evidence, and Jiang Yongning couldn't find it.

He has been tortured for twenty-three years, and the hardest thing is the last two years, he doesn't want to believe it, but he has to believe it.

Jiang Yongning couldn't bear it anymore and went to the school to find Qin Yijuan to confront him face to face.

Qin Yijuan denied indifferently: "I am very sad for their deaths, and I also think that I am at fault, if I could care more about you and them, things would not have happened." Nor should I have allowed you to gather in the middle of the night and set off on a journey. ”

Jiang Yongning's expression relaxed.

"It's not Teacher Qin." Jiang Yongning made a fuss and left the school, "Who the hell is it?" And who could be ......"

"That's her! That's her! Zhang Xue's heart boiled.

I felt the flames rising.

Jiang Yongning's footsteps stopped and looked back at the teaching building.

Don't look any further, no results...... Jiang Yongning, don't waste your life on us anymore. We're dead!

The vision shifted downwards and became dark. Zhang Xue should be squatting on the ground, holding her head and crying.

"You're still here?"

Qin Yijuan's voice woke up Zhang Xue.

The vision lit up again, and when I looked left and right, I found Qin Yijuan standing in front of me, and Jiang Yongning sitting in the corner on the side. Jiang Yongning looked at the teaching building blankly.

It's past the end of school, and the juniors have left school. The path at the back door of the school was silent.

Zhang Xue looked at Qin Yijuan hatefully. Through Zhang Xue's eyes, I saw the irony and hatred in Qin Yijuan's eyes.