The Monster I Was Redeemed

The next day before dawn, Ai Liang opened her eyes.

Today is Friday, and he will have a holiday in the afternoon. He plans to get up early and go to the glasses to find some free books to pass the next two days. The last novel is almost finished.

If you really don't have a book, take a look at the math formulas you usually write with your glasses.

Although Ai Liang made an appointment with Yang Xingyue to teach her at the bookstore, she did not teach her word by word 24 hours a day, and she still had a lot of spare time when she was making papers.

Having eaten the same breakfast in the old place, Ai Liang took the bus to the school.

Just like yesterday, I bought a pancake at the school gate and came to the shabby house with glasses. The house was unlocked. Ai Liang pushed the door and entered, as if what happened yesterday was re-enacted today. Most of the campus life is like this.

Surprisingly, the glasses are not in the broken house today.

It stands to reason that this point is usually lying on the table and writing and drawing in front of the notebook.

Maybe I went out to scavenge waste yesterday and haven't come back, and this happens from time to time.

Ai Liang didn't care either, put the pancakes on the table, and went to the old book pile to look for old books that were not in print.

"Isn't there any today..." After some fiddling, Ai Liang was a little disappointed. The stacks of books were filled with novels and magazines bought in the market, most of which Ai Liang had read.

But he found a black leather notebook on the bottom.

The notes were bundled with a bundle of old magazines, which seemed to be sold as waste paper. Ai Liang did not untangle the knot and pulled out the notebook from the side.

The name of the glasses and the seal of Shangjing University were written on the note, which seemed to be issued by the school.

This should be the notebook he used when he was still in college, because now he never leaves a name.

Opening the notes, the bold handwriting came into view, and the gestures between the lines revealed the high-spiritedness of the glasses at that time, and the first few pages were even trying to prove some unsolved mathematical conjectures.

Then scroll down to the proof formula for nearly half of the book. It can be seen that the glasses are sincerely proving those unsolved puzzles.

However, if you keep reading, the style of the whole notebook will change, the formulas will become scribbled and irregular, horizontal and vertical, and the writing will become chaotic. Pile of ant-sized formulas are densely packed in a row.

It was probably at this time that he received the sad news of the death of his relatives.

Ai Liang closed the notebook and chose to take it away, not to mention the conjecture of the first half of the ghost painting talisman at the back, which proved to be quite interesting, so it was a pity to throw it away.

Anyway, the glasses told him that the things in the broken house except him can be taken away as long as they like it.

Leaving the broken house, Ai Liang stepped onto the road leading to the teaching building. In the early morning, the campus was quiet and silent, with drops of dew condensed on the grass beside the road, and there were garbage discarded by someone in the flower bed.

A gust of breeze blew the leaves and slowly floated in the air. Ai Liang raised his head and watched the leaves fall slowly, but his eyes were attracted by a strange figure in the teaching building. The dark shadow hung quietly in the class next to the class. door.

Ai Liang's pupils shrank, and the stairs of the teaching building looked like a bottomless abyss trying to swallow the souls of those who came.

He climbed the stairs.

The crows on the big tree in the front yard were abnormally noisy, and the sensor lights in the corridor did not turn on, so they could only look at the black shadow hanging in front of them and the overturned chair in the early morning light.

Yesterday was an ordinary day except for the confession. Like the day before yesterday, I thought it would be the same today...

"Ai Liang, you came so early today... ah ah!!!!" The screams of the girls in the same class broke the silence of the campus.

The breeze blew, and Gao Jiajia, who was hanging in mid-air, slowly turned towards this side, revealing her savage face.

......

Half an hour later, the school teacher led the police to block off this floor.

But there are still students gathered at the stairwell and downstairs to look here.

"Someone hanged."

"No, it was fine yesterday, why did someone hang himself suddenly today?"

"I heard that I heard from a passing teacher that it was Gao Jiajia who died."

"Ah? Last night, she went to Ai Liang and confessed to you. Could it be because of rejection..."

"How is that possible! Gao Jiajia would commit suicide because of such a thing? Stop being funny."

Yang Xingyue, Yue Qihua and others were stopped outside the blockade, and they could only watch anxiously as Ai Liang and another girl were questioned by two police officers.

"Woooo...Jiajia...Jiajia!" A middle-aged man was lying beside Gao Jiajia's body, sobbing and the class teacher next door was patting him on the shoulder to comfort him. Father Gao Fuye, a local real estate boss.

Gao Fuye's wife died of illness in his early years, leaving only one daughter, Gao Jiajia. Gao Fuye regards Gao Jiajia as his heart. Considering her mood and not even a second marriage, this is really commendable for a middle-aged man with a successful career.

Considering the family's mood, the two police officers did not ask Gao Fuye about Gao Jiajia's situation last night, but instead asked about Ai Liang, the first witness.

"I heard from this classmate that you were the first to discover the deceased, right?" The policeman took a notebook and prepared to take a note.

"Yes."

"Did the deceased meet you last night?"

Ai Liang glanced at the corpse covered by the white cloth and nodded.

"According to the news, was it the last time you saw the deceased last night?"

"That's right."

"Can you tell me what you all said last night, and did her tone of voice change from usual?"

"I haven't met Gao Jiajia a few times, so I'm not familiar with it. She asked me last night to confess to me and asked me to be her boyfriend and didn't mention anything else."

"The conversation time was between 8:50 and 9:00. After I finished speaking, I walked out of the school and called a taxi to go home. The surveillance at the school gate and the surveillance near my home can prove that Gao Jiajia returned to the teaching building alone at that time. I don't know what to do."

Ai Liang said everything in one breath, and by the way cleared his suspicions. "That's all I know. Other classmates also know very well that Gao Jiajia and I don't usually interact with each other."

This statement made the girl next to her cast a strange look.

It was obvious that Gao Jiajia only confessed to Ai Liang yesterday. Today, when she died, Ai Liang immediately cleared the relationship. It cannot be said that Ai Liang did something wrong, but the rhetoric was too formulaic without a trace of regret or sadness, and it sounded a little heartless.

Hearing that Ai Liang had seen Gao Jiajia last night, Gao Fuye, who was lying on the ground, turned his head and stared at Ai Liang with bloodshot red eyes: "Come on! What did you do yesterday!"

Gao Fuye, who didn't listen to everything, not only stared at him, he also swooped over to restrain Ai Liang, but was stopped by the police next to him.

"Sir! Calm down!"

"Calm down! How can you tell me to calm down! She is my only daughter! My only relative! How can you tell me to calm down!"

Gao Fuye was struggling like a mad cow, and the teacher next to him also came to help hold him. With the combined efforts of the three, he finally held down the irrational Gao Fuye.

After a few people put Gao Fuye into the empty classroom, the police reassured Ai Liang: "Don't be nervous, the family of the deceased is just too sad and unreasonable, and there is no malicious intent."

"Well, I know." Ai Liang looked through the window at Gao Fuye, who kept hitting his head against the table in the classroom, and a trace of imperceptible envy flashed in Gao Jiajia's eyes, who was lying on the ground, but his eyes quickly recovered. cool.

Looking at this handsome big boy, the police officer couldn't help but sigh that the child's psychological quality is really strong, and at the same time, Ai Liang was included in the suspect list.

How can a student remain so calm after discovering a hideous body in the school alone, the girl next to her who has not dared to glance at the ground until now is a normal behavior.

At this time, Gao Jiajia's head teacher came out and said to the police officer, "It may be that Gao Jiajia's father is busy with socializing and has no time to accompany her. During this time, students are under a lot of pressure, so I can't think about it for a while."

The police did not agree or deny, and everything had to wait for the autopsy report to come out.

"Gao Jiajia was murdered, not suicide."

Ai Liang's sudden voice attracted everyone's attention to him.

Gao Jiajia's head teacher frowned and was about to reprimand, but she couldn't help but slow down when she saw that it was Ai Liang talking.

For a person like him who can teach ordinary top students into key classes in experimental middle schools by his own academic performance, most teachers will give a few thin noodles.

Don't make trouble and don't make trouble, you can also help teachers cultivate top students. Who doesn't love such good students?

This is also the main reason why teachers don't ask questions after hearing about Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue's scandal. Some teachers even want Ai Liang to bring a few more people.

Teaching one is teaching, and teaching a group is also teaching. As for puppy love? It's all fart! People are clearly trying to learn and make progress together.

"Why do you say that?" The policeman narrowed his eyes and stared at Ai Liang. He was still saying that he was not familiar with the deceased, but he immediately refuted the idea of ​​suicide.

Capricious attitude, calm tone, this suspicion is not ordinary.

The police seemed to smell the smell of a big case.

Ai Liang walked to Gao Jiajia's corpse and squatted down, slowly opened the white cloth with two fingers, the girl next to her immediately put her head away, and even the teacher wanted to stop Ai Liang's behavior.

The police officer raised his hand to stop the teacher. He had a law enforcement recorder hanging on his chest. If Ai Liang was the murderer and wanted to take the opportunity to destroy some evidence, it could be said to be the last resort.

After lifting the white cloth, Ai Liang got up and kept a distance of half a meter from the corpse. He then pointed to Gao Jiajia's neck and said, "I observed the corpse before the corpse was put down. At the same time, I also know a little medical knowledge. The hyoid bone was broken and the cervical vertebra was dislocated. , unilateral dislocation of the mandible, and bruising on the neck are indeed in line with the inference of suicide by hanging."

"Well, keep talking."

The police officer is calm on the surface but a little panicked in his heart. After graduating from the police academy, he has settled civil disputes for more than ten years, which are all trivial matters such as square dancing disturbing the people, conflicts between young family members and so on.

Police officers rarely encounter cases of dead people. Occasionally, they will be transferred to forensic doctors for autopsy. This knowledge has been forgotten for a long time. Only criminal investigators will focus on learning these things.

"Since it is consistent with hanging suicide..." Gao Jiajia's head teacher was interrupted by Ai Liang as soon as he spoke.

"The next thing is the key. The strangle marks left by being strangled and hanging suicide are completely different. The strangled person will form a strangle on the back of the neck, and the hanged person will only form a halfway mark on the chin and neck. Circular streaks."

Ai Liang pointed at Gao Jiajia's neck, as he said, there is indeed a streak on the back of his neck.

"When I put down the body, I observed the surface of the door frame, and the skipping rope that hanged Gao Jiajia was very worn out, with some wires leaking out of it.

Even if it is suicide by hanging, people's survival instinct will prompt people to struggle, but there is no trace of violent friction with the iron wire of the skipping rope on the door frame, so Gao Jiajia hangs at the door of the classroom after being strangled to death. "

A simple and easy-to-understand analysis said that everyone present was speechless.

Especially Gao Jiajia's head teacher, he looked at Ai Liang with a hint of fear.

Normal fourteen-five-year-old students stare at the terrifying corpse without changing their face? Can you analyze so much knowledge about the structure of the human body? I'm afraid it's not a potential psychopath.

In the past, Ai Liang's calmness, his good habit of reading books and not talking, all became weird in his eyes. Most of the perverted murderers in the movie wore this kind of skin.

This is not the end, Ai Liang is still continuing to analyze.

"Gao Jiajia's corpse has cloudy corneas, shrunken lips, and corpse spots on his legs that have fused to form a large area of ​​corpse spots. According to the movement when he took it off, it is inferred that the corpse has also spread to the whole body. From this, it is inferred that the time of death was at least six hours. It is estimated that It was probably between nine and ten yesterday."

"Of course what I'm talking about are only external observations and some inferences. Internal examinations and histological examinations also require autopsy to determine."

After speaking, Ai Liang looked at the police officer as if to verify whether what she said was correct.

Look at me, the devil knows what you're talking about!

The policeman held his breath in his heart, and nodded in agreement on the surface. After all, what he said seemed to make sense.

After a few minutes, the body was finally sent away, and the policeman was relieved, and he no longer had to worry about the student's question. It felt like the police academy exam.

"This classmate, please come with us. After all, it is known that you are the last person to see the deceased, and you are the first to discover the body. It does not mean that you are the murderer, it is just a process."

The police officer's words were polite but with a hint of indulgence. After all, Ai Liang's suspicions were not that big before the investigation.

"Well, no problem."

Ai Liang didn't say nonsense like she was innocent, and stood quietly behind the police officer.

There is even a leisurely heart to ask Gao Jiajia's class teacher to help take a leave.

The more the crisis is, the more a person's actions can reflect a person's character. Ai Liang's strong psychological quality makes him, a policeman, stunned.