What’s the story of revenge?
In the senior year, a girl in the class hung herself in the classroom with a shoelace.
She’s number one in the arts class, and she looks so sweet and popular.
Nobody knows why. The outsiders said it was not suicide, but murder.
Because her death was extremely strange, it was impossible to imagine.
It was the first day of school and the flag was raised early and she was supposed to speak as a student representative.
But her turn was delayed.
I didn’t find out until the teacher asked her to find her.
In the classroom.
The whole man kneeled behind the door, tied his shoelace to the doorknob, tied a circle, his head drilled in, and the whole man pulled in there.
Her classmates thought she was joking when they first found her.
The news blew up the whole school.
At the door of their class, there were three floors and three floors, surrounded.
In order not to destroy the scene, the schoolmaster pushed out of the room, and even so, he could not stop the crowds who watched the scene.
It was not until the police arrived that the situation was contained.
The police soon gave the results of the suicide note.
Learning stress, depression, suicide.
It’s just official.
Privately, everyone has their own words.
It was said that it was the day of the Blast of the Sunshine, and that it was filled with fog.
She’s got something dirty on her.
Others say she’s so pretty. Needless to say, it must be love.
Maybe it’s someone who wants to fall in love and then gets out and kills.
But those words, they faded over time.
The death of a life was just a few months of talk, and then came to an end.
No trace left.
Sometimes I feel the same way.
Time is running out, ten years is passing.
High school students suddenly organized a reunion.
There were not many people here, and after they were there, there was talk of the past.
At that party, the group was called Dong-ja.
He was a transfer student. He spent less than six months in that class and left the country to study.
Although we don’t know each other very well, we’re kind of excited about having a reunion.
He’s the one who’s busy on Twitter. Contact this, contact that.
It’s just he’s the one who’s on the team, the late one, and he’s the one who’s late.
Then, when the people were full, they waited for him for a long time.
In order to ease the embarrassment, we talked.
Chat content, most of the fun of the student age.
The best mix is the class leader, who is now a lawyer.
In a suit, you look like a dog.
I heard the university was in Southwest Political Law and went to a law firm after graduation.
And his death was a famous prick in his class.
He stayed locally and worked as a grass-roots temp.
Remember when he was in high school, he used his grandfather to be the headmaster, looking for trouble at school all day.
The teachers don’t care about him either.
It was later reported that the old headmaster had been employed as a temporary worker at a certain establishment because he had been embezzled and had fallen in his family’s way and ended up in a relationship.
When I saw him again, he was already out of his mind.
It’s an honest man, the only one who won’t give a shit.
The biggest change was in the class, the big sister, the one I loved.
At that point, she was a famous little girl at school.
I had the privilege of being at her table.
It’s always been bullied by stabbings.
I’ve done it many times, and I’ve had the guts of a king.
It became a memory in my youth that I couldn’t erase.
I’ll see you in 10 years.
On the contrary, there are a few more compromises and more smooth.
I’m told it’s a microbusiness agent. It’s full of product information.
As for me, it was the least visible little transparency of the year.
The idea was simple to get a sense of existence.
The end result is clearly useless, none of you remember me.
Oh, by the way, forget someone.
To be transparent, she’s just like me. She’s just like me.
She could not have been invited to the party had she not been a waiter at the restaurant where she happened to be.
Ten years later, there was no crossover.
If you have to talk hard, you have to talk about the old days.
That’s when I realized that the older sister was in love with the captain.
The captain, like the transfer student, fell in love with the dead girl.
And that explains why the pricks always bullied me.
Because he and Dongko are brothers and I’m the captain’s little brother.
By the way, it’s the girl who died.
So, no accident, people talked about her.
And that’s when I got to know the girl who was already dead.
The girl’s name is Lin Shek. It’s pure and white and pure as snow.
By the way, it’s true that she behaves in a cold manner.
I don’t know any friends around.
The only person with whom she had some sort of connection was the waitress.
From time to time, the two will walk in parallel.
When they were in high school, they were the big girls.
The waitress will choose to accept.
But Linxie is different, and every time she is bullied, she returns it.
The sister put her in the toilet, slapped her in the face without blinking, slapped as many as she could and returned.
No one could imagine that such a girl would choose to commit suicide in such an extreme way.
“Didn’t any of you ever suspect a case in your life? I’m sorry.
At the party, the captain spoke first.
It was a lively discussion, and it suddenly became quiet.
Seeing no one talking, the captain continued,
“Who first found the body? I’m sorry.
“I am. I’m sorry.
The waitress who kept his head down and played with her cell phone didn’t lift her head.
“Oh oh, it’s you. Sorry, what’s your name again? I forgot. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t remember anyway. I’m sorry.
The waitress still hasn’t raised her head, as if this party had nothing to do with her.
The flag was raised on Monday that year and the morning was fog and visibility was below 10 metres.
It’s the kind that walks in the playground and gets lost without looking.
It was her turn to speak on the stage at the ceremony, but she was late.
The teacher ordered a girl to look for Linxie.
And that’s what happened.
In fact, at the very beginning, the most suspect was the captain himself.
Because at that time, the captain’s grades were second in a thousand years, and he couldn’t get to Linxie.
He has a strong sense of self-esteem and victory, and he has a little power in his own hands, causing trouble to Linxie more than once.
At that time, there was a competition, which, if awarded, would be guaranteed.
This opportunity was originally pinned down to the forest snow.
Until this happened, the captain became the biggest winner.
If the case was not a suicide, it would be impossible to escape from class leaders.
Unfortunately, the captain was not competitive and was not able to get a title.
As things slowly subsided, so did people.
It was not until today that the captain said it again.
That year’s competition was not awarded because he was too sad and crying and had no heart at all.
In fact, he’s never been jealous of his grades.
It’s just that lincher never looked at him, and he wanted to paint more of his existence.
The captain made a glass, drank it, and took care of himself.
I don’t know how to express love when I’m young.
Until now.
The people are dead and the Qinghua is hard to catch.
After a few years of nostalgia, the captain brought the subject back to the case of the year.
Why did he say that the death of lincher was strange because that day, before he raised the flag, he saw lin lin cher reading a letter.
He looked at the corner of the letter, which was written in blood.
This information was provided to the police following the incident.
However, since the letter was not found, it could not be found.
“However, Snow’s death must be more than that. I’m sorry.
“Well, if it’s a blood book, maybe it’s about intimidation. I’m sorry.
The pricks help with the analysis.
Speaking of which, I couldn’t help but look at my sister.
She’s the only one who’s got a glass. She’s not talking.
Perhaps, of all those present, only I know her secrets.
She wrote that blood book.
I saw it with my own eyes.
It was an accident. I ran into her in the classroom after school.
It was very late, and she was sitting alone in her seat, slashing her arms with a knife and writing on a piece of paper in blood.
I looked at her from afar, and I looked at her through and over.
She has self-inflicted habits, I know.
It was only then that I did not have the ability to protect her and stood there silently, without disturbing.
High school seniors have a very bad personality.
In the words of others, like crazy.
When she was in class, she suddenly said some dirty words without control.
She’ll attack at any cost when she faces someone she doesn’t like.
Even she will carry a dagger with her, without time or occasion.
Almost everyone was far away from her.
And those who were bullied by her are countless.
Forest snow is one of them.
Their contradictions were well known.
The most violent was when two people slap each other in the toilet, and nobody.
If she had been intimidated before she died, she was the most likely one.
I can’t figure out the motive, but that’s the way she is.
You can’t understand when you start crazy.
“The police said it was suicide. What are you guessing? I’m sorry.
The waitress in the corner is down, playing with the starter, and if nothing happens.
“Why would he have to die in the classroom instead of killing or killing himself? I’m sorry.
Attention was diverted and the crime scene was discussed in silence.
It was a fog, with a visibility of less than five metres.
The flag raising ceremony lasted for 40 minutes.
During this period, there was no one in the classroom.
So, for 40 minutes, what happened in the classroom, nobody knows.
The lincher was kneeling behind the door and her shoelace was on the doorknob.
The shoelace was tied to a ring, and her head was in it, and it looked weird.
It’s hard to imagine a way to die.
After all, lin snow can stand up with a little push.
In her possession, she had a suicide note, which was the direct reason why the police found her to be suicide.
However, the contents of the suicide note were not published because of the privacy of the individual.
It is also strange that the parents of Lin Shek have dealt with such a low profile when their children die at school.
Quick, like hiding something.
“Is it possible that someone moved the body?
In fact, the first discovery was not in the classroom, but elsewhere. I’m sorry.
I was the first to raise my own questions.
It seems to me that in broad daylight it is not possible to remove the body from school.
Second, the fact that the body was placed in the classroom would also hide much information.
Because there’s a lot of people in the classroom.
In the absence of surveillance, it is difficult to identify even professional police officers who attended the classroom at what time.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
There’s never been an opening for a prick to ask.
I didn’t talk to him. I kept talking about my assumptions.
“So it’s possible that this is going to be going to the class teacher. If a man dies in class, he’s responsible, isn’t he? I’m sorry.
I know why the prick reacted so big.
After the incident, the headmaster was suspended.
I’ve been at home for a while.
If it were not for the corrupting of the old headmaster, the career of the headmaster would probably be over.
All the reports were said to have been provided by the schoolmaster.
So is there such a possibility…
The contradiction between the headmaster and the old headmaster has long been irreconcilable.
I don’t know why. I happen to have something like this.
As a result, the old headmaster used his office to make small efforts.
Although the head of a school does not have the ability to see through his hands, it is possible to modify the scene and conceal some key information.
After all, the old headmaster might not have been jailed if he had lost the headmaster.
Speaking of which, the teacher is a good teacher.
Put your glasses on, you’re cute, you’re cute.
Except for me, it’s good for every student.
Especially for sister.
The older sister at that time, like a madman, would suddenly say some dirty words even in class.
Fortunately, the headmaster had a good temper, taught a man to go down and calm her down.
After that year ‘ s case, the classroom teacher was also hit hard.
It’s been a while.
He has said more than once that Lin Shek is the best student he’s ever brought, and that there’s a great future ahead.
There are any good opportunities at school, and the headmaster thought of Linxie at first.
In private, she has been tutored at home and has completed a number of lessons.
After this incident, the entire schoolmaster got sick.
“What do you mean, someone killed himself in Linxie?
Where the fuck are they? I’m sorry.
The prick’s a little excited.
But that’s the excitement. It’s the problem.
The attitudes of the schools at the time were indeed too contradictory.
It was hard work, and on the one hand, it was too much work for the schoolmaster.
As everyone knows, the last thing you do in that class, and the headmaster, is the prick.
His grandfather was the headmaster at school.
And the headmaster was his grandfather’s condolence student and the old headmaster was the one who brought him in.
As a matter of course, the headmaster should be more caring for the prick.
But the headmaster was very concerned, apparently more tolerant of the pricks, but he was always tripping.
The conflict between the two families became deeper and deeper until the end, when the incident of lin snow ripped apart.
The headmaster was suspended from his duties and was in danger of losing his job.
However, he was not a good man and, after having worked, he tripped the old principal and returned to school.
He even became a vice principal.
If it goes well, in a few years it might be possible to move to the position of principal.
“Forget it, forget about it.
It’s been so long since we’ve been here. I’m sorry.
Big sister came out to play round.
Yeah, I guess the teacher’s coming, too. I’ll call.
The squad leader pulled out his cell phone and called.
And then he changed, and there he was, and he didn’t talk for a long time.
“What’s wrong?
When will the teacher arrive?”
I don’t think the captain is the right person to ask questions.
After half a day, the captain returns.
One word at a time…
“The teacher is dead. I’m sorry.
Yeah, right at our party, the class teacher died.
The body had just been discovered and was expected to die for no more than an hour.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became cold, and everyone was facing the table and saying nothing.
Tung-ja apologized and said his car was bad and the party might not make it.
However, no one returned any of his messages.
“Why does this old man suddenly die?” I’m sorry.
A drink with the head.
And there will be no waiting, so take a bite of food.
Maybe this thing with Rinxier was too much, and the teacher never got out.
I reassured you.
The voice just went off, sister got mad and cried.
I didn’t say anything. I kept her warm.
The party ended up disjoining and ended up not showing up.
But it’s okay, because my purpose has been fulfilled.
Yes, I did.
I’ve been waiting 10 years for this day.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, the headmaster is a decent and respected man.
But I know what he is.
When I was in high school, I was the last guy in class to have a sense of being.
The results are modest, poor and even dependent on scholarships.
So in his eyes, I’m the least able to resist.
So he stuck me with the scholarship and treated me like a free nanny.
Usually, I am allowed to eat at his house, in the name of the poor, but in practice I need to buy food to cook, clean up and even help his children with their homework.
I’ve seen his life look different from his class humor.
If he doesn’t do anything, he’ll scold him. And the more I turned my back on him, the more he was free.
Unlike a prick, I don’t have that much ground to fight.
I had to put up with that poor scholarship.
Later, at the house of the schoolmaster, I met my sister.
She’s there to make amends. We’ll see each other five times.
At that time, she was not as stubborn, as a neighbor’s girl and liked to wear a white dress.
When you see me, you say hello politely.
In that humiliating life, her white dress was the only light in my heart.
It’s just the light, and it went out for no reason.
I don’t know what day my sister never wore that white dress again.
Then she became like a man, a bad character, a dirty exit, a little sister, a big sister.
I don’t know what really happened, but I seem to be able to sense her pain and struggle.
I don’t know what I can do to face her like this until I hear people talk in one session.
People like her actually need a shrink most.
In that moment, I knew what I was doing.
I’m going to be a psychiatrist and pull her out of the mud.
So I used the extracurricular time to look for a lot of information.
Painting a cat to use those cases, one to the older sister.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t work, but in general, under my guidance, she slowly begins to look like a normal person.
It’s just that I still don’t know what happened to her.
Once asked, all the previous efforts were lost.
After the exams, I took the psychology test.
But that day, my sister and I were completely lost.
She’s just like she’s gone. Nobody can find her.
This situation lasted for three full years.
I never gave up looking for her for three years.
Finally, on her birthday, I got a package.
It was a diary. I knew it was her handwriting.
That’s when I realized what happened to her.
At the time, the teacher seduced her.
Suddenly everything was clear.
Why does she hate her body so much, why does she attack with impunity?
There is no room to speak of the pain, and it has even reached unbearable levels.
That’s when I moved my heart.
I know it’s only by killing that dog that I can really cure her.
And I understand her intentions.
She knew I’d help her. She always knew.
So she spent three years cutting me off.
The diary says that it was to protect me from being too clearly motivated to kill.
Just like her favorite novel, White Night.
I need to hide myself in the night. To end those hatreds.
When this all ends, one day she will appear again.
In that white dress.
Everything’s going back to the original.
So I started working on a revenge plan.
After graduation, I went back home to work in the largest hospital in the country.
The teacher also lived in the old house of the year.
I knew that place. I secretly matched the keys to their house.
After a simple collection, I had all the information about the class master.
After many years of divorce, his son grew up and went to a university abroad.
Usually alone.
This has greatly facilitated my plan.
I infiltrated his life in silence.
This includes, but is not limited to, calling him in the middle of the night on a strange cell phone.
Sneaking into his house and making minor changes to his layout.
He has been followed in different images for a long time and from time to time.
Finally, he moved to the hospital.
When I saw his name among the patients at the hospital, I knew that my plan was halfway through.
It was our chief doctor who helped him with the medical treatment, and I quietly got the diagnosis report in the director’s office.
As I had imagined, he had been diagnosed with what I wanted him to be ill and persecuted for delusions.
Then there’s the usual prescription.
For these drugs, the side effects are like a few Janes.
It’s all drugs to treat anxiety insomnia and appetite, but overuse can lead to blurred vision and fainting.
It can cause depression.
A higher dose can further damage memory, affect cognitive functions and may result in suicide attempts.
This is the characteristic of psychopharmaceuticals.
Even if you’re not sick, you’ll be sick.
I wrote down the names of the drugs.
He then sneaked into his house every day without interruption, adding medicine to him.
The long-term use of psychopharmaceutical drugs seriously affected his memory.
He doesn’t know how many times he’s taken a day’s medicine.
So if you see it in the spectrometer, he’ll eat it.
Finally, under one step, his mental state is getting worse.
It’s just, there’s something missing from revenge.
Just so, you can’t kill people.
Something needs to be pushed.
I don’t know if it’s God’s will, when I don’t know.
One thing comes to the door.
The reunion.
He came home all the time and said he wanted to have a reunion.
This is a great opportunity for me.
However, if a little pressure could be exerted on the headmaster at the meeting, it would be possible to push him on the road to death.
It’s just that I didn’t think this old man would kill himself before the party.
That’s what I expected.
But well, after all, the goal has been achieved.
After the party, me and Big Sister got back to normal.
In my gossip, I learned about her situation in recent years.
After graduation, she did not go to college, she was cut off from everyone and fought alone.
During this period, only the East Timor was warm and kept in communication with her.
Fortunately, there was some improvement in the career, at least to the point where it was possible to make a living.
Turning to the back, I suddenly realized something didn’t seem right.
Until We asked her to testify about the diary.
She told me she never wrote a diary.
I was a fool in a moment, like I fell into a cave.
It’s been a long time.
“Well, the headmaster he…”
A terrible thought appeared in my head — did I kill the wrong man?
I was careful to ask her about the rape.
I didn’t think she was in shock and asked how I knew.
There can be no second person to know about this.
Because she never told anyone.
I’m relieved that things are true, at least I’m not accusing the old man.
It’s just, if sister never wrote a diary, then who wrote the diary and why did it go into my hand?
I took my sister to my house and looked at the diary.
Big sister says the handwriting is really like hers, but it’s not.
With the exception of major incidents, which are largely consistent, psychological activity is largely inconsistent.
It’s from outsiders.
I feel the complexity of things.
Before that, I thought I was the one with the layout.
But he did not think that, behind me, there was a pair of eyes, and he influenced my decision in a silent manner.
Where there’s no sight, there’s a bigger game.
And I, just one of the pieces.
The first thing I think about is the prick.
If there’s anyone else besides me who has a grudge against the class director.
That’s the prick.
As you know, his grandfather, the old headmaster, was brought in by the headmaster himself.
I was sick for two years.
Since then, his family has fallen apart, and he has not worked regularly until now, but is a temporary worker.
He will not tolerate such hatred and hatred as to stab his head.
I’m not a big deal, but since I’m involved.
I have to figure out what’s going on in here.
So I secretly investigated the prick.
He wasn’t as simple as he looked.
Although he has worked at the grass-roots level over the years, he has always seemed to have done some school-related work.
For example, referrals go to schools for disinfection and extermination and take on rental jobs in school canteens.
His grandfather was dead, but he still had a stake in the school.
As far as I know, those jobs don’t make money.
What’s he doing?
The doubt was answered later.
The police intervened to carry out a simple investigation into the death of the headmaster due to natural causes.
As a result, a number of letters of intimidation and extortion were found at the home of the schoolmaster.
After a check, the suspect was locked and stabbed.
The stinging of the head was also an open one, which admitted its actions to a large extent.
He was then detained for 15 days and his temporary worker’s job was lost.
I picked him up the other day.
He looked up and looked at the sky, clear and clear.
And then take a deep breath, and it’s like, I didn’t think you were the last one to pick me up.
We’ve got a little place to eat.
He opened a bottle of wine and drank tons of it.
“This old thing is supposed to be dead and I should be happy.
What’s the matter with you? I’m sorry.
A bottle of wine went down and his case opened.
Back then, the class teacher was a student of his grandfather.
He went to school with Grandpa’s first hand.
At first it was fine. The schoolteacher followed their advice.
His grandfather then placed him in the class where he was taught.
When did things change? He forgot.
It was only to remember that the teacher had suddenly turned his face and sent the report without calling.
Later on, the headmaster went all the way to be the new headmaster.
As an old principal’s grandson, he couldn’t swallow it.
So he used his way to get revenge.
Intimidation and extortion continue to be used against school directors, leaving them in constant fear.
The link to the school has not been cut off in order to obtain information at all times.
The sting was always on its way, and when it was enough, it took a knife and it ended up with that old thing.
You’ve lost your life, you’ll get revenge for Grandpa.
I just didn’t think I’d do it myself.
Taste it with your head.
He said he felt that his life was suddenly meaningless, and he made me laugh and asked me to give him psychological help.
I didn’t pick up on him because I knew he didn’t really hate the teacher, he was just trying to justify his failed life.
And the teacher is the right excuse.
Now that there are no excuses, he must face his own life alone.
After this meal, when we both smiled at each other, I figured out exactly why the headmaster was persecuted for delusions.
So there’s someone besides me who really wants to kill him.
I can’t help but feel.
And those who do wrong will surely be killed.
I don’t know how many people in this world want this old bastard dead.
“Don’t say it. It’s probably not just us. I’m sorry.
The prick was a little bit drunk, he held me in the shoulder, he kept his voice down and he whispered to me.
“I heard it in there. You know how the teacher died? I’m sorry.
“Didn’t you hang yourself?”
“It’s right to hang, how to hang, you know? I’m sorry.
He didn’t sell too much to me.
Put your clothes on your body and say two words.
Then I reached out and I hit a car and left.
Leave me where I am, like I’ve been hit by something.
I didn’t come back until the stabbing got far.
The two words that were said in his ear:
Kneel.
In other words, the death of the class master is exactly the same as the death of Lin snow.
I suddenly remembered what the captain said at the party.
“Didn’t any of you ever suspect a case in your life? I’m sorry.
Yeah, I keep looking at myself.
But is there any possibility that the headmaster’s death was actually related to Linxie?
So I pursued it.
Find an excuse to approach the captain.
At that time, the captain was about to return to Chongqing.
I pretended to consult him and called him out.
It’s a teahouse. It’s a teahouse.
“What about a case like my second uncle’s? I’m sorry.
“Stop it, I know you’re not asking. My flight this afternoon, hurry up. I’m sorry.
It is always so rigorous and efficient.
I didn’t hide when I saw him so open.
“What do you know about the lincher case? I’m sorry.
“As to the evidence, you know. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
“It means that my next guess is that there is no evidence in legal terms. I’m sorry.
He slowly took a sip of tea in front of him.
He’s been through a decade.
The captain was crazy about lin snow.
He thinks that there’s a cold air on Lin snow that nobody else has.
There’s always nothing to be done, nothing to be ashamed of, little to look at.
If you have to say change. There was a time when he had read in the eyes of Rinxie, that he had lost a spot.
It was a near-defeating sense of loss, which gave the snow and the forest a broken beauty.
In the eyes of the captain, he was curious and merciful, but he could not enter her world.
Later, the schoolmaster also seemed to have noticed that she was wrong and made a home visit.
The headmaster said he had never seen the headmaster so caring about a student.
Oh, no, he remembered and added, except for sister.
Rin Sheng is the second most caring student after my sister.
And then Linxie dies.
He died in a very weird position in the classroom.
“Do you know what death means? I’m sorry.
The captain suddenly asked me, and I was a little caught up.
“Kneel and hang, which means suicide.
And the will to die is very strong. I’m sorry.
“Because, in the course of implementation, the deceased may at any time interrupt his death with a little regret. I’m sorry.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to let a flower girl suffer so much.
Until I thought about someone.
Big sister.
What? Rin Shel, too…
A terrible thinker on my heart.
“I don’t know what’s going on with Lin Shek, but I know there’s no way to get away with the teacher. I’m sorry.
“So you checked him out?”
“Yes, it is a pity that I did not find anything related to lincher, but he did. I’m sorry.
The captain sneezed and lit a cigarette.
“On the day of the reunion, I thought I’d hand over the report, and I’d give it up for you. I’m sorry.
The captain’s look seems a bit lost.
“Fine, I’ll lose. If someone has solved this thing at its roots, I should put it down. I’m sorry.
He said he was going to take out the smoke, look at the watch and get ready to leave.
“So, you know who did it? I’m sorry.
I question the captain.
The captain laughed and photographed the ash on his body.
“I won’t say anything without proof. I’m sorry.
Say, push the door and get out of the teahouse.
“You know what the day of the party is? I’m sorry.
The captain suddenly asked without a head.
I didn’t turn my head.
Saturday? I’m sorry.
“That day, it’s Lindsey’s birthday. I’m sorry.
The captain opened the door and left only one behind.
I didn’t ask any more questions.
The party was organized by Dongko.
And if he remembers correctly, he and the captain were enemies.
After the death of Lin Shek, he left school without a word and went abroad.
No one has seen him since.
But in the course of the investigation, I found that he seemed to be in contact with everyone.
The most difficult time for her to become a microbusinesser was when she helped to collect goods abroad and eased the pressure on prior-period funds.
The most confusing period of life for a prick is when he opens up the guidance and gives advice to the prick to stay here.
While in the course of investigation, the Chief received anonymous help from abroad.
Even me, when he was talking to someone, I heard “unwittedly.”
Out of curiosity, I went to check on this guy.
As you can remember, he’s got a bright sun, good math, like the big boys next door, and he’s the guy on campus.
I can’t imagine that such a man, like me, would hide himself for 10 years in a plan of revenge.
Even myself is in his calculations.
How could he know that?
And it’s so sure that I’m willing to do anything about it.
I’ve become more aware of the mystery and complexity of Dongko.
How much can a man pay for someone he loves?
I thought I’d done it perfectly.
I don’t want to, or I lose.
If he kills the master, the only person who has time to commit a crime is Toko.
It takes at least one hour from the schoolmaster’s house to drive to the party site.
None of the people who arrived that day had time to commit a crime.
It’s just strange how he did it.
In my view, one of the most obvious murders turned into suicide.
Is there really no doubt?
Ten years, two cases, same way, same time.
How could this happen?
It’s just that I may never know the truth.
Since then, Dongko has disappeared.
Like dead.
I have no way to reach him, not even in the country where he is.
Even with so much doubt, I can only feel deep inside.
As one of the participants in the case, I had to remain silent.
I’m sure that’s what Dongko designed from the beginning.
But it doesn’t matter to me. After all, it’s over. What is the truth?
I have returned to my usual life and have begun to consider leaving the city for development.
I’m back in contact with my sister, and we drink tea and talk about the year.
We walked through a park in the year before, and sister-in-law dropped out of high school.
There was also a fight with Rinxie, when the snow was fierce and even my sister was no match.
“I remember in the opposite direction. Why are you fighting her here? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I don’t know. All I know is that she and that girl used to come here after school, and we met a lot of times. I’m sorry.
“The girl?”
“Yeah, I forgot the name, but she was there at the party. I’m sorry.
I was standing there, feeling like my brain had been electrocuted.
Yeah, how to forget her.
If she’s connected to everyone, maybe she knows something.
So I started looking into her whereabouts.
What I did not realize was that a person could be so transparent that hardly anyone could remember her name, let alone her situation.
Even the hotel where she worked, talking about her, only knew that she worked very soon and that all aspects were common.
The rest is unknown.
If it hadn’t happened to know that Lindsey’s birthday was on New Year’s Eve, I might not have been able to reach that girl in my life.
I went to the cemetery in the suburbs for luck.
Waited all afternoon.
The cemetery that day, almost no one came.
Until near the sunset, a shadow appeared far away.
Take a bunch of white flowers.
She just stood in front of the tombstone and put the flowers down.
And then one man stood there for a long time.
I came out of the side.
When she first saw me, she had a glimpse of surprise in her eyes, but the calm was quickly restored.
“How the hell did Rin snow die, you know? I’m sorry.
She didn’t speak, leaned over and gently swept the leaves off the tombstone.
Seeing as she didn’t say it, I didn’t ask much, just standing by and watching.
“I can say it, but you have to promise me something. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? What is it?”
“No hurry, you’ll know. I’m sorry.
She looked a little weak, turned slowly and walked with me along the cemetery.
At that time, she and Lindsey were close friends.
For some time, there was a huge contradiction between Rinxie and his family, low moods and even suicidal tendencies.
Later, this trend was detected by the school director and the family visit was followed by intervention.
Things had passed, and Rinxie seemed to have returned to normal life.
But I didn’t realize that Rinxie had suddenly died and died without warning.
The forensic physician determined that he had committed suicide and the family of Rincher accepted this statement.
At that time, Dongko Lin, who liked Rinxi, and the captain of the unit, had noticed that things were wrong, but none of them could say anything.
Only she, the little transparency that is most easily ignored, knows everything.
Because of the suicide note she saw.
It was written when Rincher first committed suicide.
They were later discovered by the schoolmaster and taken away.
Only three people around the world know that this suicide note exists.
In addition to Lindsey and the class teacher, she is.
So when she found the suicide note next to the body, she knew.
The real suicide note has been transferred.
And the guy who switched, he could only be the class teacher.
Although she did not know what the teacher was doing.
However, she believes that the second suicide by lincher must have been related to the teacher.
The headmaster could not have the content of the suicide note made public, so he took the first one instead.
At that time, she was just a weak, humble little girl.
She was unable to deal with such a complex situation, so she buried everything in her heart.
Until one day, Dongko found her.
“So is it really Dongko who did it? I’m sorry.
“No, the murder you thought was really suicide. I’m sorry.
I asked what I wanted to ask the most, but I got the negative answer.
In fact, Dongko did nothing, only told everything in peace that day and watched him hang.
Those who made the mistake had to pay for what the schoolmaster had done himself and eventually killed him.
It’s Lin Shek, who everyone thinks is a suicide girl.
Actually, the one who was murdered.
He was murdered twice.
“What about the first time? What did Rincher kill himself for the first time? I’m sorry.
The sun set and the sun was dark, and the girl didn’t talk.
The cold wind blows, and she’s a little tiring, maybe tired.
And then we said goodbye, and the last thing she said before was that she reminded me not to forget to promise her and to do something for her.
In the days that followed, I submitted a letter of resignation to the hospital in an attempt to start a new life.
I’ve been repressed for too long for revenge.
Now that everything is over, I want to live for myself.
I’ve never been easy that time.
There’s no hatred in the heart, no plan, only down.
So this is what normal people should have.
Before leaving this city, where I lived from, I saw all my friends and said good-bye.
In the process, I met a lot of my high school classmates.
There’s talk about lin snow, a little comment on the whole story.
The Lin Sheng family teaching is strict, and parents are unusual traditions.
They’re old-fashioned, they’re old-fashioned.
Perhaps that is why a man as strong as Lin Shek chose to leave in such an extreme way after having been subjected to aggression.
On your knees, Shane.
It’s pretty shaving back to his father and cutting back to his mother.
I have to say, she’s also a strange woman.
What I admire equally is Dongko.
Ten years of fine-tuning, giving almost everything for one word.
Although I was included, I understood him.
After all, we’re all for the ones we love.
Occasionally, he was asked by his friends, but without exception, there was nothing useful.
Until the end of the year, everyone left their homes, and I packed, and I intended to leave.
Suddenly received a call from a friend.
“The last time you asked Dongzi, I heard you. I’m sorry.
“Really?”
“A friend who went to study in Australia and was a roommate. I’m sorry.
“How is he?”
“Death. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“A long dead, eight years ago, in the water, drowned. I’m sorry.
I’m totally stupid.
It’s impossible. I had a message from him on my phone.
Wait, that doesn’t look right.
I went crazy, like, looking for pricks, squad leaders and big sister to confirm.
They’ve been in contact with Tung-ja, but they’ve never seen him.
Not even the voice.
My memories led me to the day of my walk at the cemetery.
That girl seems to know a lot about Dongzi.
She almost knows what Dongko did.
Is it possible…
But, no, she couldn’t have time, even though she was at the party.
Unless, unless she can change the temperature inside, she can delay the time of death.
Almost immediately, I figured it out.
Air conditioning timed.
So being a waiter at that hotel wasn’t a coincidence.
So that day, he kept his head down and played his cell phone for another purpose.
So the man who stood behind, not Dongko, was her.
But why!
Why?
I don’t get it.
Because she’s too ordinary, too ordinary.
I hardly remember anything about her.
I just can’t imagine what kind of motive she would have to do that.
Until the day I left, pretending to be by the way, I met my sister for the last time.
It was dark and snowed.
I gave her a sketch.
I painted it with memory.
She was in the white dress, smiling.
In the moment of turning, my heart seemed to have been stabbed.
Everything’s figured out.
How can you go home with that girl?
Unless, unless it’s the lin snow who deliberately bypasses.
And I remember the day of the cemetery, when she fell down as a snowstone of the forest and slowly washed the leaves.
It’s like a friend, clearly a lover.
Suddenly, all the questions have answers.
What kind of belief sustains a decade of revenge.
Imagine, in a dark life, there’s a man who walks towards you, bright and bright.
There is no doubt about this.
She’ll stand in front of you, stand up to those who bully you, slap each other, and fight everything.
She will reject all gestures of kindness and love, and she will be cold, and the heat in her eyes will remain only for you.
But it’s also one person who can’t resist secularism and tradition.
Fortunately, she was saved, unfortunately, even worse.
So she was completely desperate and fell into darkness.
I finally understand why all suicides are another form of murder.
Rin Xue was killed twice.
One by secular prejudice and one by demons.
That’s why she died so desperate.
Kneel and kill yourself. Maybe it’s not the parents.
It’s love.
She can no longer bear such a world and can no longer stand in front of her loved ones.
She had to die with cowardice and kneeled for forgiveness.
And at this moment, as her lover, who knows everything, what choice will you make?
It seems that there are not many options either.
Since prejudice and tradition cannot be changed on their own, they must kill the devil, scum.
I came home in the snow, thinking about what had happened in the last decade.
Finally, everything’s in line.
The person who was talking to Dongko that day about psychological problems was actually the girl.
It’s just that she’s too ordinary and ordinary, and my memory automatically erases her.
So I’m not mistaken. Toshiko’s kind of guy can’t include me.
He’s the man on campus. How could he understand the love of the humble?
Only those who have been in the dark know what that light means.
So my love, which is pure and which is known only to her who is also transparent.
Turns out I’m never alone in the abyss.
The knock outside the door broke my mind.
It’s a delivery.
The couriers were breathing, complaining about the weather and the weight of the cargo.
I’m a little surprised how anyone knows my address.
As when the diary was received.
The delivery was heavy. I opened it carefully.
Inside is an urn, and a letter.
The envelope was not signed and contained only one sentence.
“Slow me in the snow when the first snowfall comes. And on the highest mountain shall be the sun. I’m sorry.
Look around, it’s clear, outside, white horses.
In my heart, there’s nothing to regret.
Because I didn’t remember the girl’s name until the end. Record number: YXA1ZGDXa5ytxJrdb0cbEb1
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
