Criminal Investigation Notes

Zhang Dongmei got on a bus back to the city.

A few months ago, the sun came in through the window of the bus, spilling on her face and legs, but she couldn't feel any warmth.

She has a sullen face, her expression is cold, and she doesn't smile at all.

Just now she had just left her hometown. Just a few days ago, her father was driving in the country while driving while drunk and severely injured the other party. The father was solely responsible for the accident and needed to compensate the other party for 300,000 medical expenses.

The father and younger brother were still quarreling, and they lost their money after giving 30,000 yuan.She gave them another 100,000 yuan this time to send it over.This is the most money she can collect, because of this accident, she has almost been emptied.

Who should she resent, a drunk-driving father, a weak and incompetent mother, a spoiled brother, or a self who has no ability to make money?

Moreover, I don't know who reported her. Recently, the school has been investigating her extracurricular school.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dongmei couldn't help but closed her hands and made her fists.

Isn't she making up extracurricular lessons for the sake of the students?

It is now called burden reduction, and it is not allowed to assign too many homework to students, but the difficulty of the exam has not decreased, but has continued to increase.Without those questions, without more practice, how can we improve students' results?

Who reported her?

Zhang Dongmei condensed, her eyes moved slightly, and people flashed through her mind.

The school’s leaders revealed that the situation was not optimistic this time. The other party not only had evidence that she gave students supplementary lessons, but also evidence that she physically punished students, and even accepted bribes.

The list and evidence provided by the other party are very detailed. In the worst case, she may even have to revoke her teacher's qualification certificate, and she will no longer be able to hold a position in the first middle school.

The school is still working hard, hoping to try to keep her, but she may become a counselor and cannot teach.

Was it the student who couldn't pay the tuition and didn't attend the cram school?But that student probably wouldn't know so many details.Or the student whose ears were beaten by her?I also blame her for being careless. She didn't ask about the student's family background. Who could have thought that the student's distant uncle was working in the Education Bureau?Or... Teacher Li, who is in competition with her, had previously competed with her overtly and secretly for this year's outstanding pacesetter, and even ran over pretendingly and said that she felt that she shouldn't make up lessons for students, and something happened sooner or later...

Zhang Dongmei thought for a long time, but gave up.

As a matter of urgency, she must collect the money, and her family can only count on her.

Where are those people her parents?She was obviously like a jackal and a tiger and leopard. If she couldn't get the money, she had to devour her alive, bite by bite.

They bullied and feared hardship, so they didn't dare to find their brother, so they came to grind her.They cried bitterly at her, but they didn't care about her daughter's life or death. In order to collect the money, she had tried all kinds of ways to use up the credit card limit and borrowed all the colleagues who could borrow money.

But the person who was hit had long threatened that if she didn't pay enough, she would maimed her father. She couldn't just watch them die.

And she knew that her parents told her work unit that if she didn't fill in the holes, the victim's family members would have to go to school. At that time, she couldn't even be a counselor.

The bus finally stopped at the bus station. Zhang Dongmei got out of the car, carrying her own bag. There was no bus on the way, and she was reluctant to take a taxi. She was going to go home like this. The high heels were a bit unsuitable, and she was quickly worn. Out of the bubble, every step is like walking on a knife.

As she walked, she flipped through her newsletter, which recorded the names of hundreds of students and their parents. Among them, those with an asterisk were rich in the family, and those with a plus sign were related to the family.

Zhang Dongmei's fingers crossed a familiar name, and then finally plucked up the courage to make a call.

The other party is the mother of a student in her previous class. The family is very rich and has two chain restaurants. On weekdays, she is enthusiastic about her and has a generous shot, even matching her sister.

Zhang Dongmei just greeted a few words and mentioned that he would borrow money, and the other party hesitated for a while, "Teacher Zhang, I heard that your health is due to your health. Will you not bring our family boy next semester?"

Zhang Dongmei thought to herself, it's really good not to go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, she tried to calm her voice: "Well, I haven't received the notification yet."

Before this sentence was finished, the other party hung up.

The tea cools as soon as you leave.

Zhang Dongmei went on to play the second...third...fourth.

A sneer gradually appeared at the corners of her mouth. These parents, in order to please her, used to stuff her money and stuff one by one. Now I heard that she might not teach her children anymore, and they hung up when she mentioned borrowing money. Phone.

She is now in her forties, divorced and childless.

In the past few decades of this life, she had no friends or relatives.

Thinking about it now, her life seems to have been dedicated to teaching. In the end, what is left of her?

The teacher's salary is already meager, let alone she has to subsidize the family.

Zhang Dongmei came into the house. She bought this place with a loan in her early years. It is just a very small house.

Zhang Dongmei suddenly remembered something and began to take out the big box from under the bed.She was alone, her feet were still hurting, her heart was angry, and the room was extremely hot, but she couldn't even turn on the fan.

Zhang Dongmei struggled all over her body until she was sweaty before pulling the big box out. She was panting, her hand was worn out by the edge of the box, and she felt aching pain.

Then she knelt down and began to look at the contents of the box.

That used to be her baby, and there was a thick stack of awards in it. That was the honor left to her by her teaching career for more than 20 years.

She stroked her stack of awards, so many honors, so many recognitions, so many people said she was a good teacher...

She sat on the edge of the bed, turning over those things one by one, loving it, and her cold heart gradually warmed up.

After teaching for so many years, she has to correct other teachers' homework several times almost every day. She often prepares lessons until late at night, and then wakes up early the next day to watch early study.Mathematics is not a subject like Chinese and English. She can slack off her old books and constantly have new question types. Every time a new workbook is issued, she has to do it from beginning to end.Every year, she will update her lesson plan again.

She may have done a lot of wrong things, but she has also done a lot of right things.

Since teaching for more than 20 years, she has really taught a lot of good students, and taught a lot of pride.

Without her, those students might not have achieved what they are now.Many students may just be mediocre people who sell vegetables and serve dishes, because she, those people have gone to good high schools, good universities, and have different lives.

But those students were not grateful to her.

Those parents were unreliable, and the students were even more grumpy. They graduated one by one without contacting her.

The world is cold.

She thought of her husband. The man said that she had only her students in her heart. The real break between the two was after Zhang Dongmei stood for nine hours of miscarriage in preparation for the public class, on the seventh day after the incident. , She was worried about the students, got up and stood on the podium.

She also liked children very much and looked forward to having her own.But in the end, she lost the ability to bear children, and her husband hooked up with the nurse in the department.

Why is this world like this?

She is a woman, struggling alone in the city, having had enough of the loss without background, trying to climb up on her own, and always feel the malice in the world.

She doesn't have a soft heart, because she doesn't deserve to possess, is weak, crying, those things don't belong to her, she is a woman made of iron, can't get sick, can't fall down.

Whenever she quarreled at home, was scolded by her parents, frustrated with her husband, was bullied at work, and was robbed of her quota by the relatives, she could only get up and arm herself with strong armor.

She can only vent her anger on the students. She hates those beautiful girls, jealous of the children with superior backgrounds and talents, and uses the well-behaved and obedient students.

Whenever she saw them raise those incomprehensible faces, she wanted to tell them what the real world was like.She interprets those ugliness to them, not as cruel to her as the world is one-tenth.

Zhang Dongmei began to look at the things in the box. She had the habit of summarizing and sorting out. After teaching some students, she would save everything, old photos, old transcripts, marked test papers, examinations written by students, There are good and bad, as long as she feels valuable, she will stay.

Looking at those things, Zhang Dongmei seemed to be back more than ten years ago. One thing awakened in her memory, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and suddenly she thought of a solution to the problem.

One day as a teacher, life as a father.Anyway, she will always be the teacher of those students!

As long as the weaknesses of those students are mastered, she can borrow money.

If people can't love her, let them fear her.

She still had a choice at first, but then she started to have no bottom line for money...

At that time, Zhang Dongmei did not expect that those children would no longer be the trembling children who sat under the podium ten years ago.They have also grown fangs and hard claws, and they have learned to fight hard.

The years passed by, and the students did not expect that the extremely cruel teacher in their memory was actually a wicked person who had been tortured by life to despair.

Zhang Dongmei's body is getting colder now.

The annoying things that entangled her finally stopped torturing her.

Cheng Mo led Tan Shan out, but calmed her a few words. Tan Shan just kept crying and couldn't tell any new evidence.It seems that this case can be concluded in this way.

Song Wen went to the bathroom and came out, turning his head to Lu Siyu and said, "Let's go, even if Tan Shan is guilty, we will have to wait a while before we can send her to the city bureau."

Lu Siyu looked up with some doubts: "Go...where."

He is sorting out the documents in front of him, wanting to see what is unreasonable.

Accompanied by the sound of various fireworks outside the window, Song Wen wondered why this person was so indifferent. He pointed to a place not far away: "The rooftop, such a good location, is it a pity not to watch the fireworks performance."

On the platform of Mingyue Tower, Song Wen pulled Lu Siyu out. Lu Siyu always didn't like crowded places. When he could avoid it, he would hide as far as he could.

The excitement, the prosperity and joy of the world seemed to not belong to him.

In Lu Siyu's impression, he always felt that these fireworks were nothing to see. He wouldn't want to come out unless Song Wen insisted.But now looking up at the fireworks, he couldn't help being infected by the atmosphere of the scene.

When the two of them came out, a firework was just placed in the sky, and the firework sprayed out a small cluster of green light, and then the green awns bloomed one by one. These greens seemed to be alive, rising steadily, lush, like A piece of vine covered the entire sky.

The sky is an ink blue canvas, and the fireworks are like paintbrushes, splashing paint to their heart's content, and people stand below, looking up.A pair of exquisite pictures appeared above the head, there was an indescribable beauty.

Lu Siyu was stunned. The fireworks like this were completely different from what he remembered. Then he thought about it, as if he hadn’t seen fireworks since his parents passed away. It’s nearly 20 years. Technology has been changing with each passing day, and people have long since become different.

At this time, the entire Lunjiang River became a sea of ​​joy. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, standing or sitting or sitting on high places. All of them raised their heads and looked into the night sky. In the most prosperous area of ​​Nancheng, several towering buildings stand, and the Nancheng Tower among them attracts people's eyes, cheers and exclamations continue.

Clusters of fireworks rose into the air one after another, blooming in the black sky.

With a bang, another firework rose into the sky. Suddenly, the sky seemed to be blooming with a fire tree silver flower. When the silver flower dissipated, suddenly there was another red rain, and the shiny red light spot fell, like The red star fell between the world.

The light flies by, the scenery is so beautiful...

On both sides of the Lunjiang River, many people held cameras and mobile phones just to record the shocking scenes.

Song Wen said on the side: "How? It's not bad, right? To watch a fireworks display like this, many people have to stand underneath for an hour or two and squeeze in the crowd. Here we have a wide view and people There are few, it can be regarded as the best observation point."

He said lightly. In fact, if it weren't for this case, the Lotus Moon Tower would be full tonight, and those guests might board the platform, crowded to watch the fireworks.If it weren't for a case tonight, they would probably go home after watching the movie. All this can only be said to be a coincidence.

Lu Siyu gave a hum and looked up at the fireworks in the sky.His beautiful eyes were shining dots by the fireworks, and it seemed to contain the sky full of stars, which was so beautiful.

Song Wen watched the blossoming fireworks blooming in the air, feeling a little bit emotional: "In the past, when I was young, my father took me to see the fireworks once. I was probably six years old. I remember that there were so many people. Stacked, I couldn’t see it no matter how much I jumped high, my dad lifted it above my head and let me see the fireworks at the highest point. At that time, I felt that my dad was the tallest in the world. When I grow up, I want to be like a father."

At that time, the relationship between Song Wen and his father was not as tense as it is now. Thinking of the state of mind at that time for a while, Song Wen actually had a hint of emotion.

Lu Siyu said: "That's how your father treats you very well."

Song Wen said, "Where? When I left the scene, my father just talked to his colleagues and ignored me. There were too many people and I was lost. My father called on the police force to find me all over the street. When he found him, he beat me up. pause."

There is something to be said about this matter, and he continued, "Later when I got home, my mother learned that my dad took me to places with so many people while on duty patrols, and almost lost me, and my dad I had a fight, and then the couple beat me again."

At that time, Li Luanfang and Song Cheng always had different opinions, but they had a surprisingly tacit understanding about beating their children.Couples doubles is commonplace.

Lu Siyu couldn't help but curled his eyes and smiled.The night wind blew, fiddled with Lu Siyu’s bangs, showing a little smooth forehead, and looking at his almost perfect profile. Song Wen felt that the fireworks in front of him were far less attractive than those around him. Seeing that Lu Siyu was amused, he suddenly I felt that it was worth it that I had two beatings a day.

But the next moment, Lu Siyu suddenly lowered his head again, feeling a little sad: "Those days must be quite interesting."

That was the family life he envied, as if the warmth Song Wen could bring to him at this moment made him a little greedy, and he didn't know how to go on.He has an unknown fear of the future, just like that dark past.

Song Wen didn't know what was wrong, which caused Lu Siyu's mood to be a little depressed. He tried to divert the subject, took out a box from the schoolbag he had carried before, and handed it to Lu Siyu.

"By the way, this is for you."

"It's...what?" Lu Siyu took it and weighed it. The box was long, not very big, not very small, and had some weight.

Song Wen explained: "It's not too expensive, too expensive, I can't afford it, but I just bought it once I saw it."

Lu Siyu opened the box and found that it was a silver-white thermos mug. The workmanship was very exquisite, and the patterns were also his favorite style. At first glance, he chose it with great effort.

Song Wen tried his best to make his own voice sound inadvertent: "Seeing that the cup you brought before was old, I bought one. Aren’t you about to pass your birthday? Give you a gift in advance. Didn’t you give it before My tie or something..."

He had been calculating for a long time, what exactly he wanted to buy and when he wanted to give it away. It feels inappropriate to buy it too expensive. If it’s cheaper, he can’t give it away. If it’s cheap, it feels like it is behind others. I don’t want time to choose, and I don’t want it. Lu Siyu thought he was fooling things.

Just now, seeing Lu Siyu suddenly felt a little depressed, Song Wen moved in his heart and just wanted to comfort him, so he took the things out without holding back.Then he reacted now, where can anyone give gifts to others at the crime scene?The body is still lying downstairs.

Team Song can't wait to slap himself...

birthday……

Lu Siyu didn't mind this time and place. His birthday was October 2nd, which is tomorrow. Because it was in the middle of the National Day holiday, except when his parents remembered when he was a child, he never received gifts from other people.

When he was in kindergarten, he suddenly discovered this. After returning home, he cried with his parents and blamed them for giving him birth on the holiday.At that time, his father comforted him and said, "Those who care about you will not forget your birthday just because it is during the holidays."

After the death of his parents, he himself did not pay much attention to birthdays. During his student life, few people celebrated his birthday.

Song Wen suddenly gave him a gift, and he was a little at a loss in his hand.

Song Wen saw that he didn't speak, thinking he didn't like it very much, and continued to introduce nervously: "By the way, there is a place on the lid of this vacuum flask that can display the temperature..."

This function was specially selected by him. Whether the water poured in was hot or cold, he could tell at a glance. He remembered that his health was not good, and thought this function was quite practical.

Lu Siyu lowered his head, feeling that his eye sockets were sour and hot, as if he didn't have to endure it, and tears were about to flow down: "This one, a little bit bigger than the one I used to."

Song Wen chuckled in his heart, reflecting on whether the election was overwhelming: "What? Are you afraid of sinking when you appear? If you are afraid of sinking, I can help you carry it."

Lu Siyu said: "You are now the leader of the detachment. What do you look like to help your subordinates get the cup?"

Song Wendao: "I'm happy, no one else can control it."

Song Wensheng was afraid that Lu Siyu would not like this. Seeing that Lu Siyu had been talking about other things, he stretched out his hand vainly, trying to take the cup over, but Lu Siyu hid the cup for a while, like that. Not going to return the cup to him.

Lu Siyu's eyes flashed before he said: "I haven't received any gifts for many years. I don't know what expression to use, and what to say..."

He is rich, and he doesn't want to have a deep relationship with others. Most of the time, he gives to others, and rarely receives such a gift from others.

"Thank you, I am..."

When Lu Siyu said this, he was just in time for the fireworks to be set off to the climax. The fireworks on the back exploded, one after another, just covering the last two words.

The fireworks at that moment burned, and the fireworks hit Lu Siyuqingjun's face, making him look good and lonely, as if through this false prosperity, he was a lonely person standing there alone.But Song Wen was affected for that kind of him.

Song Wen couldn't help but teasing Lu Si: "What did you just say?"

Lu Siyu opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally replied: "Just forget it if you don't hear it."

Song Wen said, "I thought you were saying you like me."

It seems that I heard it, and deliberately lied to him, Lu Siyu said: "You remove the last word, that's right."

Song Wen took an inch, took a step forward, and asked him directly: "Then don't you like me?"

The corners of Lu Siyu's mouth curled up, holding the cup in his hand, and felt that he could not be too proud, pretending not to hear or say anything.

Another cluster of fireworks bloomed, and the brilliant fireworks were splendid. The sky seemed to be lit with streamers. The sky full of fireworks illuminated the entire Lunjiang River bank, illuminating the faces of the two.

Lu Siyu seemed to suddenly understand why people like fireworks. They are obviously such a fleeting thing, but they are so beautiful. It seems that everything is worth it just for the moment.

The last carnival finally ended, the sky gradually calmed down, the smoke and dust dispersed, Song Wen said: "It seems, it's almost there, it's a bit cold outside, let's go in."

Lu Siyu nodded, and walked into the corridor.

"Do you think Tan Shan will be the murderer?" Song Wen suddenly asked Lu Siyu, and then he explained, "I...actually hope she is not. When I was in junior high school, a teacher treated me very well. Before the secondary exam, she would call me to her office and give me a stack of white draft paper. It's not a valuable gift, but every time I get the draft paper, it's like the exam will be successful."

It's just a stack of draft paper, Song Wen still remembers clearly.

Teachers are a hard industry, and many teachers are working hard. He can hear that no matter what kind of grievances Tan Shan and Zhang Dongmei have, she is working hard to be a good teacher...

Lu Siyu gave a hum. I don't know if he heard Song Wen's words. He lowered his head and suddenly gave a soft hey.

"What's the matter?" Song Wen asked him.

Lu Siyu raised his head to look at Song Wen and said, "I seem to be able to know who has been on the rooftop before."