One person dies, all-bedroom research. It’s our usual joke.
But one day, it really came true.
The roommate slit his wrists in the bedroom, and there was a sting of blood on the floor.
Because I’ve seen on another roommate’s computer the browsing of silent killings…
Little a died.
Little b killed her.
I borrowed little b’s computer and saw her search record:
How silently killed roommates without being found.
So she really killed a little.
I watched little c pull out his cell phone and call the counselor and call the police.
My throat is thick and I can’t speak.
Some kind of darkness hidden in a peaceful and harmonious dormitory relationship will come out of the ground, like a seemingly solid, desolate ice.
The counselor arrived in a hurry, and the recently graduated waitress was facing fear of a career.
“Tick.” I’m sorry.
Dark red blood was slowly dripping along a small arm, forming a large berth on the floor, and it was clear that the amount of blood was going to dry up.
The big red and rich, bloody smell hits everyone’s nose and nose.
She lay on top, lying on her back, with her right hand standing unconsciously on the fence by the bed, and no breath.
She held a fruit knife on the other side of her left hand, which she used to cut. I didn’t think the knife would end her life.
She lay there in peace, closed her eyes, and even a smirk of her mouth looked like she was asleep.
None of us have seen this, including the young counselor.
Of course she can’t handle it. Call the Dean, the Dean, the Secretary, the Principal.
The leaders come together and look like our dormitories are small and crowded.
What I was thinking was, would they realize how small the students usually live in?
Obviously not.
I don’t know if these school leaders have ever seen such a scene, because they are not as frightened as counsellors, much less sad as we are.
The head of the department asked, “When did he die?” I’m sorry.
Little b shakes his head: “I don’t know, we’ll eat together and see as soon as we get back…”
Principal, “How long ago did you go out?” I’m sorry.
I said, “About an hour or two ago. I’m sorry.
“Why are the three of you the only ones going out for dinner without her?” Are you isolating her?”
“No, of course she doesn’t want to go down to bed, so I can help with the food.” She pointed out that the table was packed with food.
The headmaster looked at the table of Little A and found a page of paper under a tumultuous book.
Words are filled with overstretched stress on learning and extreme dissatisfaction with living conditions.
The principal was shocked, we were surprised.
In college, how can someone commit suicide for studying stress?
And I don’t believe it. The whole dormitory is probably the best for her family and the most harmonious for her parents.
The police came very quickly, perhaps because of the focus on higher education.
The students outside saw the police car drive into the school, wondering what to say.
They don’t know that in our little dormitory, a girl with the same flowers is dead.
There is little to investigate, and the police officers who came quickly qualified the incident as suicide by female university students due to academic and life stress.
But, you know, it was little b who killed her, and she looked up that terrible thing on the computer.
I moved my lips, I was trying to open my mouth, and a voice stopped me.
“No, it was little b who killed her. A small c says.
I was surprised how she knew about it.
Little b can’t believe looking at her: “Small c, what are you talking about?” The best thing about her is me. Why would I kill her? I’m sorry.
The police officers who overturned the verdict were surprised, suggesting that they would continue.
‘Cause you want to bail out. “You used to say in the dormitory that she died and we were all in bed.” I’m sorry.
Bullshit! “You know that’s a joke. Am I stupid enough to report to you before I kill her?” I’m sorry.
“Some truths are often told in a funny way. And I’ve seen her search records on her computer: how to kill roommates quietly without being found. I’m sorry.
After laughing, the school leader’s face turned ugly, “You know that, right? I’m sorry.
The last sentence was addressed to me. I’m surprised again. She knows everything.
And I said, “Yes, I have seen it. I’m sorry.
The police turned over little b’s computer and did find that record.
Little b’s face is pale at once: “No way, I haven’t searched this thing, I haven’t!” I’m sorry.
The Secretary said, “How can you do this?” Did you enjoy your conscience for your graduate degree? I’m sorry.
The headmaster went on to say, “If we all want to protect ourselves in this way in the future, then we can do it.” So let’s not spread this to anyone, and not tell anyone what happened to her.
Even in the absence of proof, they speak with all due respect.
It is even more ironic that the head of the school, in order to prevent the killing of roommates, is still trying to crush it.
I looked at little c and caught a flash of surprise on her face.
The escalation, suicide and murder are beyond the control of the leaders.
The police took the three of us back to the police station, where they were questioned separately.
Police: How is your relationship?
Little c: We’re close. We’ve never had a fight.
Police: It doesn’t matter if there’s no fight.
Small: Everyone’s fine, everything’s good, we’re good, we’re good.
Police: How’s the relationship with each of you?
Small: All good.
Police: Did you say that little b. used to joke that little a died in the dorm? This is supposed to be a joke.
Small: Who knows, maybe she’s really thinking about it. After all, she’s already searching online.
Police: So you think little b killed her from the beginning?
Small c: Yes.
Police: How’s your dorm?
I’m: It’s good. It’s nice.
Police: Small a, any unusual behaviour?
I: No, she’s happy every day.
POLICE: You said before, “B” used to say “A” to “A” to “A” to “A” to “A”.”
I said, “That’s a joke. I don’t believe in killing people for that.
Police: How’s a relationship with you three?
I’m: Very well. She’s very lively. Everyone loves her. Seriously, I never believed she killed herself.
Police: So you think little b killed her?
I said, “Because I accidentally saw the record and there was a connection.
Police: But small numbers b in the dorms are the best thing to do with small a.
And We: Nor can we say so. Everybody’s different, little b and little a. It’s about the same time they get up, they go to class together, me and little c get up early, we go together. Does that count?
Police: Did you kill Little A?
Little b: I didn’t! I can’t do this, little a. I have the best relationship!
Z: What do you think small a is like?
Little b: She’s very nice. She’s very nice.
Police: So, what did you say about killing her?
B: That’s a joke, Uncle cop. It’s just a trap.
Police officer: What about the search records on your computer?
B: I don’t know … I haven’t searched that.
POLICE: Won’t come out of nowhere. Has anyone used your computer?
b: c! I lent it to her. It’s her! She set me up. She must have killed Little.
We’ve all been a little tired since the trial.
The police kept us in the interrogation room, and we were not allowed to meet.
I’m estimating the time outside, which should be dark.
The four of us were supposed to meet in the dorm tonight, like always, for a drink and a string.
Unfortunately, no such opportunity will ever happen again.
I miss little a, the bright girl.
She’s just like the little sun. She’s the one in the dorm, the one with the most ideas, the most lively.
Everyone’s entertainment was her lead, including this time, because her scholarship was awarded and she was cheering.
She’s an only child, she’s in business, she’s busy, she’s busy, but she’ll still have one or two times a week.
In words, I can tell that Mom and Dad are very fond of her.
I can’t imagine how they feel when they hear about their daughter’s death.
At that point, Officer Mu, who had previously gone out, pushed the door in.
He gave me a glass of water, sat across from me and smiled, saying, “The trial is over and we have ruled you out.” But there is still some evidence that needs to be verified and that you cannot leave yet. I’m sorry.
I nod to understand.
He went on to say, “Can we just talk? You don’t take your daily notes. I’m sorry.
I nod again.
He asked, “Do you have a boyfriend? I’m sorry.
I thought to myself, “As far as I know, a lot of the boys said good things to her, but she never fell in love. I’m sorry.
He asked, “What about the three of you?” I’m sorry.
The police are gossiping, and I’m like, “B’s got a high school boyfriend who’s got a good relationship. Little c doesn’t have any emotional experience, but it’s like there’s someone she likes, because she’s got a couple of friends she wants to talk about. I don’t have a boyfriend either. I’m sorry.
He asked, “What do you mean by “friendring?” I’m sorry.
And I said, “That’s all that love, that’s all I love, that’s all you love. I’m sorry.
He said, “What do you talk about in your dormitory when you have no boyfriend?”
I: Girls talk about everything, gossip, constellations, food, boys.
He: What kind of boy would normally appear in your conversation?
I’m: little b’s boyfriend, little a’s some guy, or a classmate.
If he thinks about it, he says no.
“What about the little c? What do you think of her? I’m sorry.
“She’s got good grades, helping us with her homework. The gentleness, the temperament, made me feel like the moon in every man. I’m sorry.
I saw him stop talking, and I was careful to ask him, “Did you guys know who did this?” I’m sorry.
Officer Mu looked up at me and looked at me with a clear eye: “We think it’s small c.” I’m sorry.
At the little c, it seems that her college life is pretty good.
The subjects of heart reading in ideal schools are comfortable accommodation and a good learning environment.
There’s almost no choice, but there’s an obstacle in life.
The girl with the sun shines everywhere.
There are so many things that she can get easily without much effort, and she has to do her best to be comforted by the next time.
The speech competition didn’t make it to the finals for so long.
The scholarship was a small one that squeezed her out of her place, even though her performance was higher.
Even the boy you like, the gentle boy in the white shirt, who speaks to the girl, is blushing.
How dare you show love? She stood on the balcony and looked down, and her heart broke.
But little a threw away his hand and rejected him so hard that he was ashamed of himself in front of so many people.
Lo! she is not content, but she is better in all things than herself.
How can I?
“So you killed her? Slit her wrists with blood and forged a suicide note? “The police officers look like they’re not feeling well.
She almost jumped up, “I didn’t.” I just hate her. I can’t do anything so extreme if I want to graduate soon. I’m sorry.
The police officer did not believe her, but saw her in the eyes of the murderer.
“I really didn’t. How dare I? “I was just sneaking up on her, emptying her computer’s final dissertation, leaving her freshly washed clothes on the floor.” But I never wanted to kill her. I’m sorry.
“Little b, is the search record on your computer yours? I’m sorry.
The police officer’s eyes continued to stare at her, and little c’s eyes shied away, saying, “I searched it and just searched it. I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry.
“Whether you do it, we’ll keep looking. The law will not wrong any good person, nor will it spare any bad person. I’m sorry.
After that, I was allowed to leave.
But I’m the only one left.
I stood in front of the police station, looking at the dawn of the Hua Lantern, and it was 7:30 p.m.
A little distance a whole seven hours after death.
These seven hours have changed a lot, enough to turn my life upside down. I thought I’d live in a quiet and stable school life that would not exist in a day.
One of the roommates who used to be together was dead, two became suspects and one of them could be the real killer.
This perception gives me a chill.
Our dorms are no longer available, and the counselor informed me to stay at the school.
She also sent the squad leader back to the dorm with me to pack.
We pulled the cordon, and the smell of blood was still, and it made me sick.
A small body has been pulled away, and the beautiful body is about to experience the various surgical knives in the autopsy.
There were no visible traces of blood on the ground, and it was not known who dealt with such a huge amount of blood.
I can’t watch much. Fly and pack.
Down to the first floor, I met two reasonable and unexpected people.
“My daughter sent her to your school, and now she’s like that! I’m sorry.
“How do your schools protect their students? My daughter was killed in school! Give me back my daughter!
The counsellors and the Deans nodded their heads.
In words, I realized it was a little parent.
I never thought I’d see them like that.
When you see me, the Dean’s face is obviously not very good. The counselors have been busy, so let’s get out of here.
The captain was a mentor’s right-hand man, and his eyes pulled me off the side.
I turned my head and the couple was still emotionally trying.
A little mother, the woman with the vermin, I’ve seen it on video, and the eyebrow is very similar to the daughter. She was dressed in fine makeup and in her favorite blue suit, which she did not know from which meeting she had urgently arrived.
I can’t imagine the grief of the middle-aged women who lost their lives, but my heart is filled with an infamous heartache.
The room in the guest house is all alone. It’s a nice environment.
It’s just that the next person who just witnessed the scene of death in the day is now living in a creepy state.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” If you’re afraid alone, I can ask the supervisor to come with you. I’m sorry.
And We were told: “Thank you, indeed I am afraid to live alone now. I’m sorry.
She took a big shot of my shoulder: “Well, thanks to you, it’s much better than a dormitory. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Two days have passed, little b and little c have never returned to school.
The school is naturally unable to interfere with the police and can only be held in police custody by two persons.
I am alone and anxious to wait every day for the police to announce the final results of the investigation and for at least one roommate to return.
I can’t read anything.
It does affect me pretty much.
I hate to believe that one of them killed a little.
However, they have been detained by the police for almost three days, and there seems to be no intention to release them.
And then I look at the cover of the book and look at it. I know that the police investigation is generally confidential and will not reveal anything until the case is closed.
But I didn’t want to sit around and then I turned over the last officer’s card.
After this clarification, I await with great expectation an answer. Actually, I just want to know how the investigation is going, and I don’t expect results now.
“Your roommates, little b and little c, both of them were the killers of little a.” I’m sorry.
I’m shaking when my head explodes. I’m sorry.
“I can’t tell you exactly how to do it. I just wanted to tell you to get ready. If you’re still waiting for them, you can’t wait. I’m sorry.
“I don’t believe it, it’s impossible. Did they admit it? What’s the motive? I’m sorry.
“This, of course, was the conclusion of our inquiry after they admitted that everything would then go to judicial proceedings, and the sentence would be imposed. I’m sorry.
Get out of here!
This result is totally unimagined and unacceptable. I don’t believe that they would do that, and I don’t believe that their motivation was to protect them.
I sat on the ground and felt the endless sorrow and helplessness of my heart.
It’s just a joke. Nobody really kills roommates to protect them.
Besides, our relationship was so good, really good. Besides, there’s no point in killing people.
I don’t get it, but I want to know. And then my head was torn to pieces.
The brain reminds me not to think too much. I had to sit still and empty my head.
A pair of shoes in the eye, the captain.
I told her the police’s words, but only repeated them, and I still felt the sadness.
“I heard that little a was due to the slitting of his wrists and the loss of blood… “I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“That’s a two-man conspiracy to put blood in Little A’s wrists and pretend to be suicide. “Standmaster slows down and then falls into the middle of thinking.
“But, one thing doesn’t make sense. If, according to the police, little b and little c were murdered together, a, why did little c suddenly sell little b when the police first committed suicide? After listening to me, the captain narrates the contradiction.
I thought, “Maybe it’s because little c wants little b to take the fall alone.” I’m sorry.
“No, because little b certainly wouldn’t be such a fool to take the fall, she would certainly bite back and tell the story of the two. I’m sorry.
It’s true, that way neither of them will run away.
“But not at all, little b, if she was betrayed by her partner, why didn’t she tell us about the conspiracy? And little c’s lies are easy to break. Why? Why didn’t the police characterize it as suicide from the beginning? I’m sorry.
“So they’re not murderers! I’m surprised to say.
He said, “That is not true either. This only shows that the two men were not the perpetrators. Either the police investigation was mistaken. Either the police didn’t tell you the truth at all. I’m sorry.
I followed her line of thinking, and it was true that there was a lot of doubt, and I had taken for granted the obvious paradox.
I think my mind is limited.
And then, my head can’t contain it.
“The police won’t be mistaken. Then why did he lie to me? I’m sorry.
“The police don’t have to lie to a brainless college girl. He must have his reasons for saying that. Maybe you’re trying to be a charade.
“After all, the case needs to be kept confidential. There are things you can’t tell you, but you’re involved. I’m sorry.
“What now…” I was helplessly bowing my head.
It’s not my personality to wait and die. If we wait, it will be court-approved.
I got a car and I killed him straight to the police station.
It was easy to find Officer Mu, who was in front of the most visible whiteboard and was working on the case.
“Sir Moo, can I see them?”
“Why are you here? Officer Mu turned around and saw me.
And I spoke with firmness, and said, “Please, I want to see them.” Some things I have to ask. I’m sorry.
Police Officer Mu is in a difficult position: “No relatives or friends are allowed to visit during detention. I’m sorry.
“I’m not a relative, Officer Mu!” Actually, I think there are some problems in your investigation that are quite different from what I know. You let us meet, I can give you a real result. I’m sorry.
Officer Mu looked me in the eye and said, “The police have a definite result, are you sure they’re not here to mess up? I’m sorry.
But he let me in to visit.
There’s little c first.
“Did you two really kill her?” And after half a day of sight, I spoke with difficulty.
“The police have convicted me of intentional murder. I’m sorry.
Her attitude and her words hurt me hard, “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it.” I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. It’s important if the police believe it or not. Do you think you’re better than the law? I’m sorry.
I’m choked and I can’t talk. The little c is nothing like the little c I know, and she has no feelings in her eyes and her tone is so cold.
“Why? I finally asked what I wanted to know.
“You don’t know, I think she’s been upset for a long time. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her every time I see her. Now it’s okay. I’ll never see her again.”
“Stop it! I couldn’t listen to her saying such a mean thing in my mouth, “I’ve never been able to accept it, and I’m not willing to believe it in any way. I’m sorry.
And I turned my head away and left but a word: I would have never known you. I’m sorry.
I fled, too, for fear of being seen with unchallenged tears.
Do you believe it now? Everything that used to be so beautiful was a figment of bubbles, and it broke.
Why not? Better than law?
I erased my tears and turned to another room.
Little b and little c were completely different, and she saw me pull a smile even though it wasn’t pretty.
But enough to comfort me.
So I sat down and asked, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
Little b smiles, but ugly smiles become bitter smiles, and I’m sad because the most I’ve ever seen is her sweet smile in love.
“The police should have told you, that’s it. A small b response.
I shake my head, “Why did you kill Little A?”
Little b, looking at me, looking through my eyes and looking at other places, “Well, she could have died. But who let her mind her own business. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
She looked back at me, and she looked at me, “Nothing, there is a reason for her to die.” It was me and little c who killed her, and we both wanted her dead, so we didn’t get along. I’m sorry.
“Why?” Aren’t you two such a good relationship? I’m sorry.
And she smiled again, and smiled, and answered, “Not everything in the world is for what it is that you should know.” I’m sorry.
“No, little b, you tell me, please, I can’t accept it. Do you understand that, overnight, my best friends are away from me, and I don’t know anything, I’m just a fool to believe and wait? I’m sorry.
She nevertheless shook her head, turned around and ring the end bell, and the SWAT came in and took her away.
Little b! You tell me why, why! I’m sorry.
Beholding the shadows of her absence, We felt nothing but tears of eyes.
The current situation is far worse than I thought, and it is not surprising that both of them have this attitude towards me.
Stand up, just one step, but it may be too big, I’m weak, I can’t stand on my feet, and the whole world before me is shaking up.
Then I lost consciousness in the dark.
“Dip, drop.”
I heard someone calling me.
I wanted to see the source of the sound, but I couldn’t open my eyes.
I tried to move my body, but it wasn’t my body.
And then I felt myself a little higher, then higher. Oh, no, stop. I’m gonna hit the ceiling.
I opened my eyes.
It’s the white of the ceiling, it smells of disinfectant water around it, and even my nose is connected to the breathing machine.
What’s going on?
Doctor! My daughter is awake! * Seeing me open my eyes, the woman next to me surprised to ring the bell *
“Mommy. * I opened my mouth unconsciously, my voice was dry, and my voice was awful * I’m sorry.
Our beautiful mother, who was ten years old, heard my voice, cried and fell.
“My daughter! Mom almost thought she was losing you. She cried, “How can you cut your own wrist? Why can’t you open it? I’m sorry.
“What slits? I’ve just recovered my consciousness, and I can’t react.
“You’ve lost so much blood, you’ve been asleep for two days! It hurts my daughter. Why hurt yourself? I’m sorry.
I listen, the brows wrinkle unwittingly, move the body, sense the cage back. I saw my wrist wrapped like a stubble.
My wrist?
The whole world is settled.
Get out of here!
I killed myself?
The thought hasn’t turned around yet, and there’s a brain pouring into the room for seven or eight white doctors.
“Just wake up and we’ll check your body. The doctor at the head wears a mask and shows a clear eye.
I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been working on it, and I’ve been thinking about it.
I’m a little.
The bright, carefree girl with the scholarship.
I’m not dead.
A live picture flashes through my eyes.
“One man is dead, all-bedroom research. I’m sorry.
“How dare I do that! I’m sorry.
“She’s fine. We all like her. I’m sorry.
“How do your schools protect their students? My daughter was killed in school! Give me back my daughter!
“Your roommates, little b and little c, both of them, are the killers of little a. I’m sorry.
What are these, my next strange dream in a coma?
And looking at what happened in a third perspective that doesn’t exist, the difference is that little a is not dead.
Besides, no other killer, I killed myself.
I’m starting to get confused and look at the ceiling.
“It’s a lucky girl who can barely be saved but wakes up with no big deal. The doctor said:
The doctor whispered back to his mother, saying, “The body is recovering, but it’s in a mental state… it’s not looking well, it’s suicide, it’s probably a serious depression. It is recommended that the family take them to see a psychologist as soon as possible, and it would be difficult to save them once more. I’m sorry.
Is this about me? Although he spoke very softly, I did not miss out.
Then I became more confused. Why did I kill myself?
After the doctors were taken away, the mother sat by my side, moved and was nervous.
Then she handed me a sheet of paper: “O my dear daughter, what difficulties have you encountered in telling us that my parents can help you with anything?” I’m sorry.
I’m gonna put it on. I’m gonna chill.
“Mom, I’m sorry I left when you saw this letter. Don’t be sorry for me, Mom. It’s the best choice for me.
I thought I was the one who saved the world, and now I’m the one who can’t even save myself. I’ve lived a long and long life, and I’m like I’m in the mud, and the more I struggle, the deeper I’m in.
The world makes me sad, and there are things that I cannot change no matter how hard I try. I’d like to be a strong grown-up, and I’ve really been holding on for a long time. But it’s so sad, Mom, really, I don’t want to insist anymore.
Mom, don’t feel sorry for me. Death may be the best relief for me. Even without me, you will live happily.
Mom, I just awarded the scholarship, $8,000, which is the best return I can give you on my own.
I’m sorry, Mom. I love you, bye.
A true letter of affection.
And it’s my handwriting, and it’s in line with my usual writing habits.
But I don’t remember the process of writing this suicide note at all.
I don’t remember.
“Mom, I don’t remember writing this…”
“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It’s important that you wake up healthy. I’m sorry.
“How long have I slept?”
“You’ve lost so much blood, saved five hours in the ICT and lost a day in a coma. I’m sorry.
“I can’t remember…”
Did I cut my own wrist? I wrote a suicide note.
But why would I do that?
I didn’t have anything to be sad about.
Was it all a dream?
“Where’s my roommate?”
“Little b and little c?” Oh, they sent you to the hospital first, and they were watching you during your coma. Until I got here, they just went next door to rest. “Mommy shows gratitude.
“No, there’s another person, she’s a…” but I can’t remember.
“Your dorm, isn’t it just the three of you?” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
So it’s really a dream, a third person’s dream.
I’m dead, little b, little c. I haven’t figured out the motive or the modus operandi.
In reality, I was actually rescued by suicide.
But I don’t remember at all writing a suicide note.
I couldn’t have killed myself. Did the police say I killed myself? I’m sorry.
Mom said, “It’s not like I’m calling the police, is it? I’m sorry.
I asked, “Why?”
“Mom: Say you didn’t do anything. How do you get the police to investigate your suicide? I’m sorry.
I said, “Mom, do you really think I killed myself? I’m sorry.
She looked at me without talking, and she saw sadness.
My nose is sore, the soft part hurts. I remember in my dreams that I saw my parents crying.
And even worse in reality, she was told that I had committed suicide.
I didn’t! How could I have left you? I’m sorry.
How could I not take my life, which is the most precious body you have given me? I’m only 20 years old, and I’m beginning to have the ability to repay your upbringing.
How could I leave you like that?
My mother reached out with her red eyes to wipe my tears and then she carried me into my arms, and the mother and the daughter hugged and cried.
“Call the police, Mom. Let the police investigate. I want to know how I got hurt. I’m sorry.
When Mom went to contact the police, little b and little c learned I woke up and came over.
When I saw them, I remembered the dream. Even though the dream was fake, the great sadness that brought me was true and the pain in my heart.
“I heard you woke up, and we got here fast. Good thing you’re okay, scared us. Little b looking at me rubbing my eyes.
“Why kill yourself? “Small c also looks at me sad.
I feel tired. “What happened to me? I’m sorry.
Little b, in detail, “We found you lying on the bed of the dorm, bleeding in the veins of your wrists, and the whole face was white and white, but there was still breathing, and we called 120 right away. I’m sorry.
It’s almost the same as in the dream, and the only difference is that I’m not really dead. “I said I didn’t kill myself. Do you believe me? I’m sorry.
Both of them showed an unexpected look, and little c was snuggling: “When the ambulance comes, we find your suicide note. So you feel like you killed yourself. I’m sorry.
I wrinkled and asked, “What happened before you found me?” I’m sorry.
“You were sleeping and we went out for dinner. I called you in the middle and asked if I’d bring you some rice. You said we’d bring you your usual spicy pot. Little b remembers saying, “If only I could see my blind eyes, she’d say, “Don’t you remember? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “I just remember I felt sleepy and went to bed and didn’t remember anything. I’m sorry.
Two people were said to be face-to-face and the room fell into silence.
At that time, there was an outcry from the door, and the few who pushed the door broke the atmosphere of silence.
It’s Mom and Dad. They’re with a cop in a police uniform.
It’s Officer Mu.
I was mute. No wonder he appeared in my dream because I saw him.
Mujiang, he’s been to our school for a lecture on cyber fraud prevention. Because of his outstanding appearance, he has attracted a great deal of attention, and I certainly know him.
I watched him come out, and suddenly my father came to me like a whirlwind: “Listen to your mother, you’re awake, and I quickly came.” What’s going on? Did someone bully you? I’m sorry.
The mother kept him busy: “Let the police investigate first, we don’t know what’s going on, we go out. “I pushed him out against his will.
Small b Very eye-witnessed, allowing Officer Mu to sit on the chair by my bedside.
“Thank you. He politely thanked him, sat down, opened his notebooks, looked at me with a good look, “Well, I’ve heard it from your mother, and now I want to know what happened before it happened. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m sleepy, I go to bed, I don’t remember anything, and the rest is from my roommate. I’m sorry.
So little b told Officer Mu once again what happened before the incident.
I can’t tell you what happened, but I can only prove to him that I didn’t want to kill myself. I have no life pressure, which you should have confirmed from my parents.
“I’m not trapped in love. I don’t like anyone. My roommates know that. I’m sorry.
Little b and little c nod their heads.
I went on to say, “It’s not the stress of learning, I just applied for the National Prize…”
It just came out, and I felt something wrong. Remembering the dream, looking carefully at little c.
I can see what I’m looking at, so she’s not sure, but she’s still giving me a smile. It’s true that little c is still that nice little c.
Look at me, waking up too sensitive to bring the dream to reality.
Although I did, I let little b and c go first and only left me and Officer Mu in the room.
“Professor Mu, please investigate the truth about my wrists. I can’t kill myself. I’ve never thought of that. I’m sorry.
“On the fruit knife is only your own fingerprints. Surveillance shows that two of your roommates left the dorm at 11:59, and you were found slit at 13:45 and sent to the hospital in time for treatment.
According to your bleeding at 13:45, it should be almost 20 minutes, which means you cut your wrists around 13:25. In the meantime, you’re the only one in your dorm.
“So… “
“Okay, I got it.
“You just want to say I killed myself. I’m sorry.
“There is evidence that you did commit suicide. But I believe you. “You’re a confident and optimistic girl who shouldn’t have committed suicide.” I’ll look into it and help you find the truth. I’m sorry.
I’ve heard that my nose is sore, that the whole man is surrounded by a great feeling of frustration.
When I woke up, I told everyone I didn’t kill myself. Although they were sympathetic, I knew there was a suicide note, and they thought it was me, and they didn’t want to investigate it.
Officer Mu was the only one who said I wasn’t suicide. He’ll help me with the investigation. It’s reassuring.
“Thank you, Officer Mu. I’m sorry.
“And there is a doubt. He goes on to say, “As a general rule, the slitting of a wrist leads to excessive loss of blood in a coma, which will wake up almost four or five hours after rescue. And you’ve been unconscious for two days and one night. It’s not normal, it’s not medical. But that does not mean anything. After all, the naked evidence is in front of us, which is nothing but a little suspicion. I’m sorry.
“This suspicion is a breakthrough, and it’s not a mystery. “Please find the truth.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry. The police are very reassuring when they speak.
Then it’s a week of hospitalization.
She was nervous about my condition. I know she’ll take great responsibility if something happens to me at school.
I don’t want to see people. I’m depressed. I had a strange dream and I woke up and I “was” killed.
Now, I’m talking to people around me carefully, because I may kill myself at any time or anywhere.
I want to go, I don’t have a clue, I can’t figure out what’s going on.
No outsiders enter dormitories, little b and little c don’t have time to commit a crime. What else could it be?
I’ll be out soon.
The counselor advised my parents to take me home for a period of time.
Apparently, my parents did, but I strongly rejected it.
As a result, my parents signed a disclaimer to enable me to continue in school.
It doesn’t matter. I never wanted to kill myself anyway.
It’s only a week since we got back to school, even though we’ve forgotten about a girl who committed suicide.
But I walk on campus and I see people whispering to me sometimes.
The students in the same class were more careful about me in the classroom than they seemed to be afraid of me.
In addition, schools have increased the number of courses on mental health education for university students, making it possible for students to complain about this “water class”.
It’s strange that my peaceful college life seems to be gone.
It’s like I can’t say I’m not a suicide.
Good thing my roommates and I are the same.
I remain concerned about my own suicide and, although referred to police officer Mu, it is very difficult for me to let go.
I couldn’t remain calm for days.
I want to see if there’s anything like this.
Found the search bar, hit the name of the website word by word. The sight moved down, and I stopped.
The search record contains a column that shows how to kill roommates quietly.
Isn’t that what the dream says?
I don’t know how to describe this moment’s feeling, because I’ve established it’s a dream, and I know it’s all fake.
But I see it clearly in reality.
The back of the ground crawled with cold sweat.
I’m staring at the word, it’s my own computer, and I certainly know I haven’t searched it.
So how did this happen?
I went to the police station to find Officer Mu and show him what was on the computer.
Then told him the details of what I had dreamed: “When I woke up, I felt it was false and irrelevant. Until I see this…”
Mokjiang’s eyebrows are locked, watching the screen reflect.
“This is my computer, but I’m not sure who searched it. I’m sorry.
“It’s interesting what you’re dreaming about, and it’s as if it’s a story. He said, “Of course it’s true and true, but it’s a reference. I’m sorry.
“Reference?” I hear something new.
“There are signs of everything in the dream. He explained to me, “Do you see, for example, in a dream, the process of three people being tried, the way they say, the way they think about each other, is your subjective assumption or is it like the real world? I’m sorry.
I was silent and said, “It’s true. In fact, everyone in the dormitory is in the dark, and each other’s emotions are easily captured, because everything is happy or unhappy and everyone knows it. I’m sorry.
“So dreams are mostly about reality, and what happens in your dreams is you know and you think it makes sense. “So why do you dream of searching for records?” I’m sorry.
I can’t say it.
He went on to say, “There is only one explanation for what you see in your dreams, and you already know it.” I’m sorry.
“How is that possible? I don’t know if I can, “I never knew. I’m sorry.
Moejiang, “That means you forgot.” But in your subconscious, you know there is. I’m sorry.
“Really? Then why forget? I still doubt what he said.
Moojiang replied: “This may be the truth of the matter, and we have no way of knowing it. I’m sorry.
“What’s next?”
He got up and looked at me in depth: “The police are next, you wait.” I’m sorry.
With the computer, I went into school blind.
The weather is dark, and the sun hides in thick clouds, as if it were hidden in the mist, without seeing the sky.
I feel like things are getting weirder, but I don’t remember anything about that day.
“Hey, there you are! * And I’m not sure what I’m talking about *
It was the captain, whose cheeks were red and her forehead was covered in sweat, and seemed to have come all the way.
What can I do for you?
“I came to deliver this to you. “I got it for you, and I wanted it for you.” I’m sorry.
It’s a scholarship. It’s very heavy in hand. “Thank you, Sergeant!”
“You’re welcome. “What happened to your wounds?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “It’s almost done, just a scar. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, it’s almost possible to cover up later with a bracelet.” I’m sorry.
I nod, and I agree very much.
“I went through your dormitory the other day before you had an accident, and I heard your dormitory noises, like a fight. Is that why you’re here?
“What fight? I’m sorry.
She looked at me, “Well, you forgot? When I came out to go to the bathroom, I heard a fight in your dorm. I’m sorry.
Listening to her, I remember, I had a shock in my head, “I can’t remember that day. Who fought with whom? I’m sorry.
And the captain was surprised in his eyes: “The three of you.” I’m excited to hear your voice, but I didn’t hear it. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe I’m hearing this from the captain. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t hear a word. I thought it was just for fun. And when I went back, I saw them holding hands for dinner. I didn’t think much. “The captain shrugged his shoulders.
“What about me?”
“How could I have noticed that? “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
I shook my head: “Nothing. I’m sorry.
Back in the dormitory, I’m still in a state of discomfort and I can’t think of anything else.
I didn’t even get to tell Officer Mu about the fight.
It seems as if it was an invisible decision for me to make.
Telephone.
“I have a major discovery! I’m sorry.
“I learned something! I’m sorry.
We’re all in one voice.
Then they both laughed, and I took the lead: “Speak first.” I’m sorry.
Moojiang is doing a good job: “I looked up the files of previous years and looked for any similar cases, and I found them. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe I have a case like this.
“There were two similar suicides six months ago and one year ago, but they were real dead and they all slit their wrists. This post is part of our special coverage Libya Protests 2011.
“Are you sure it was suicide? I’m sorry.
“Because in both cases the families of the deceased strongly expressed their optimism, their love of life and their inability to commit suicide. Mojiang added that “but because the evidence at the time showed that he had committed suicide without the possibility of killing him, the case was closed for suicide.” I’m sorry.
It’s a little hard to end up with suicide, and I’m sorry.
“Don’t be discouraged, tell me what you found. I’m sorry.
“The captain told me today that I had a fight with my roommate before the incident…” I told him what he told me.
And Moojiang was silent on the other side of the phone for a while, saying, “I may know the reason for your quarrel.” I’m sorry.
I asked, “What? I’m sorry.
“We’ve been saying, “Why do you see search records in your dreams? So, is there a possibility that you saw the search record before the incident? “What would you do if you saw it before it happened?” he said. I’m sorry.
And I said, “I’m sure I’m going to go straight to the dormitory and ask, “What are you looking for?” I’m sorry.
The rest is self-evident.
I just realized, “That’s why I got into a fight, but what did they do to make me forget?” I’m sorry.
“I have to continue my investigation. I’m sorry.
And then little b and little c were called to the police.
I found out later.
They admitted to having me commit suicide in order to protect me.
“How can they do that?”
Moijiang explains, “Small c says she has learned psychological knowledge and can control other people’s behavior through various hints and the destruction of psychological defences. I’m sorry.
Shall I leave it alone: Is this true? Believe?
“In terms of the theory of hypnosis, it is indeed possible. They cried and apologized, saying they just wanted to try, and if they did, they’d take you for suicide. If it doesn’t work, it’s just the way it is. I’m sorry.
Am I surprised by this understatement that my death was just a stepping stone for them?
“So, the police closed the case? I’m sorry.
“Yes, because suspects have confessed to their crimes, they will be dealt with in accordance with the law. I’m sorry.
Coming to the police station again, I don’t know how to describe the mood.
Maybe I’m the victim now.
So naturally, I have the right to visit.
And little c sitting face-to-face, for the first time I felt something called a tummy in my throat.
I think my eyes must be sad and bitter.
I said, “Do you think you can do this to me? I’m sorry.
“C: I’m sorry, but I do hate you. I hate you. I’m sorry.
And I asked, “Are you really hypnotized?” I’m sorry.
Little c’s eyes are heavy: yes. I’m sorry.
“You’re so good. Why am I hypnotized? Why don’t you just hypnotize a coach? “I’m really angry.
She moved her lips, didn’t speak.
“And little b, she hypnotizes? I’m sorry.
“She can only be an accomplice.” I’m sorry.
The next day, I got another call from Officer Mu.
“Your two roommates died last night. You better come to the station. I’m sorry.
Get out of here!
And We seized the door, and came forth as quickly as We could.
When I saw Officer Mu, I rushed to ask, “What happened? I’m sorry.
“The cause of death is not clear and further autopsy is under way. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and there was an inexplicable mood.
“I can’t really forgive them for doing that, but I didn’t expect them to kill themselves, and I didn’t want them to die. * The girl bowed her head and wept quietly *
“So, what do you mean, they kill a little bit of exposure and then fear suicide? Officer Mu’s eyes are heavy, staring at the girl in front.
“Yeah. “The girls were careful where they were, and seemed to be afraid to tremble.
“But…” And your three real roommates died last night of cyanide poisoning. I’m sorry.
The girl is pale.
“You poisoned them, you’re a chemist, and it’s not so hard to make cyanide. Besides, we found a search record on your computer: how to kill roommates quietly. #Phone: YX11vRMMWJq
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
