Zhou Ji has witnessed countless deaths in his life.

Whether it was the puppy raised at home when he was a child and was hit by a car, or the death of a loved one when he was growing up, or even the accident of his parents during his study abroad———— it never shocked him much. It's not that he's ruthless, it's just that no one gave him much love and warmth when he was a child. His parents are busy with business, although his family is wealthy, he loves gambling and alcohol, and domestic violence, which even made Zhou Ji's heart unconsciously breed a hatred for the adult world, perhaps this is the fuse that made him choose to be admitted to the military academy to fight crime, and it is also the reason why he only uses the value of use when facing murder and death of his peers when he later handles the case.

Zhou Ji's heart is cold, just like his childhood, full of hatred and pain.

Until he was 12 years old, his sister Zhou Mo was born. Zhou Ji, who didn't know what family affection was, saw the young and soft life as sweet and fragile as a marshmallow, and the idea of "I want to protect her for the rest of her life" came out. Zhou Ji even began to rejoice in his parents' indifference to family affection, because only when he took care of Zhou Mo would he feel love and happiness, and everything in the world was superfluous.

This life lasted until Zhou Ji was seventeen years old, and was sent to study abroad by his parents, who admired Western culture. When he returned home again, Zhou Mo was already suffering from mental illness. When he looked at the little girl in front of him who was afraid of contact with society, he finally realized that for Zhou Mo, this world that stepped into hell was too terrible for women, so he immediately signed up for the military academy, wanting to become a qualified soldier, but he didn't want to become an agent by mistake. Although I am very busy at work on weekdays, all this is not only because of my love for the motherland, but also to create a better living environment for my sister, and it is worth it no matter how busy and tired I am.

But today, he lost the two favorites of his life forever, and he still doesn't know why.

Zhou Jidu sat on a bench in the corridor of the funeral home, and a coffin was parked in the room in front of him, in which Zhou Mo, who was covered in scars, slept.

His heart was empty. Even anger has forgotten what it is.

Zhou Ji rejected the idea of the forensic doctor of the local police station to give Zhou Mo an autopsy early on, not only because he didn't want others to touch his sister anymore, but also because he had many years of experience in handling cases, and he saw the abnormal bruises on her body at a glance, and all the possibilities filled Zhou Ji's brain in an instant, but he didn't want to face it and was afraid to face it. Besides, even if she reports the crime and catches those who killed her, what can she do? Zhou Mo committed suicide by jumping off the building, it is impossible for those people to take their lives, at most they will be released after squatting for a few years, this is an impossible result for Zhou Ji to accept, maybe it will involve some sensational news in the society, he doesn't want his fragile sister to become a talking point in people's mouths after her death, of course, including all those who don't know him.

But the person who killed her, one counts as one, and Zhou Ji will get all of them back.

Three days later, Zhou Mo's simple funeral ended in a hurry amid the chatter of Zhou Mo's depression among relatives who were just going through the motions, as well as accusations that Zhou Ji was doing business outside and not coming home. During this period, Zhou Ji did not shed a single tear, and his tear ducts had already dried up, just like his dry feelings.

After everything was over, Zhou Ji returned to the home where the girl's breath was still alive and fell on the sofa and lay down without eating or drinking for a week, this week he seemed to be taking drugs, and the whole person fell into a bizarre world, where there were colorful unicorns, rabbits with ears on their stomachs, curly-haired judges with four faces with different expressions...

It's out of order.

Everything went out of order.

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A man with black curly hair stood at the gate of Zhou Jijia's house, he hesitated for a while, raised his hand and put it down, and after going around in place a few times, he raised his hand again, and suddenly a man's voice sounded in his ears:

"It's not time yet."

He hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, turned and disappeared into the hallway.

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"Ringing ringing!"

"Ringing ringing!"

"Ringing ringing!"

On the morning of the eighth day, Zhou Ji, who was as thin as a skeleton, was suddenly woken up by a series of stubborn phone ringtones that could not be ignored. He didn't want to answer, although the phone was on the coffee table that he could get up to, but he was too lazy to reach for it, so he turned over and picked up the pillow next to him to cover his head in an attempt to force himself to fall asleep again. Anyway, everything will pass, and so will the noisy cell phone ringtone.

"Ringing ringing!"

"Ringing ringing!"

"Ringing ringing!"

A few minutes passed, and the caller didn't seem to know what it meant to be in moderation. Zhou Ji finally couldn't stand it anymore, "I'm X fucking you!" He yelled and rolled over and got up from the sofa, but his legs fell to the floor with black legs. He followed the ringtone and touched the phone, slid the answer button with the little sight left in front of him, and then immediately lay down on the spot, and said in a bad voice: "Hey? Who is it? ”

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and asked tentatively, "... That one... You are.... Uncle Zhouji? ”

"I'm Zhou Ji, who are you?" Zhou Ji closed his eyes, and it seemed to be a teenager just listening to the voice.

The boy paused, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and finally said with the courage to say, "... Uncle Zhou Ji, online... No, no, no, nothing, I want to say, that...."

"What the hell are you trying to say? Also, where did you know my mobile phone number? Don't say I'm hanging. Zhou Ji began to get impatient. He didn't have the heart to chat with people he didn't know now.

"No, wait, don't hang up yet..."The young man's tone was a little eager, "I learned about Zhou Mo's death from some friends, I'm her... Her classmates found the phone number of the parent contact person in the school information, my name is Liang Qiao..."

"Oh. What did you call for? If you want to come and see her, you don't have to. She and I didn't want to be bothered. Zhou Ji rubbed his eyes and said tiredly.

"No, it's not, you... Do you know how she died? The boy whispered.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhou Ji sat up from the ground suddenly, "You didn't call to ask me, did you, what do you know?" ”

"I, I... I know things, no, not much... I, I'm just guessing...."The teenager seemed nervous, and the more anxious he was to speak, the more he stammered. Of course, Zhou Ji was about to explode, and he yelled:

"Say !!!"

"I, I'm just guessing that Zhou Mo will commit suicide by jumping off the building.... Is it because she was stimulated by her best friend, Tian Yanyan..."