The Underworld Detective

We're not going to tow until tomorrow, and we're going to drive right to that residential area. Though prepared, Huang Xiaotao and I took a breath of cool air when we knocked on the door and saw the aftersound of 'Dead and Resurrected'.

How can I not be excited when a legendary intermediate singer and writer who was celebrated in the north and south of Dajiang stands alive in front of me?

But he did get old, he got a lot worse, he had some rags on his chin that weren't scratched clean, he had glasses on, he had a hood on his head, and he walked down the street, and some people might think he looked like a leftover voice, but you might not guess who he was.

Huang Xiaotao raised his police ID card and Yu Qi spoke in a magnetic voice: “I knew you would come to me, but I didn't expect you so soon, please come in! ”

There was another person in the house, a girl, who seemed to be the assistant to the voice-over. As a ‘deceased' star, it must not be convenient for him to show himself. The assistant stood up and asked: "Sir, these two are...”

Yu Yan said: "It's a friend, Lu, you can go back tonight… it won't be used again. ”

“But…”

“Call me when I need you!” The cosmetic canal.

The assistant said goodbye and didn't look at us with a lot of trust when he left. I looked around the house, it was a very ordinary apartment, filled with books, records, crafts, revealing the taste of the owners, the afterwords poured us two cups of tea, we thanked you for sitting down, it felt like the atmosphere was not investigating the case, but like it was coming as a guest.

He said, "I know what you're investigating. Rest assured, it's not the voices of the stars in front of you, but the ordinary man Xu Yu. I will confess to all four murders. ”

“Four piles?” Huang Xiaotao raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, four piles, all made by me! ”

I understand that he must have known about Wei Mumu's death and intended to carry the charges on Kim Xin's behalf. It seems that he was sincerely trying to save the child.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask. I didn't know where to start for a while. Huang Xiaotao asked first: “Mr. Yu, how you were ‘resurrected from the dead’. ”

Yuan sipped some tea and slowly said...

He had been plagued by severe depression since childhood and had tried to commit suicide more than once by smoking, alcohol and even drugs, and had since gained some fame by posting songs and texts online. But he couldn't resist the loneliness, pessimism and disgust in his heart, so when he was 25, he left a message on his microblog: "I have depression, so I decided to die for no particularly important reason, don't worry about it.” Then he sat in the bathtub and cut open his veins.

Unexpectedly, visiting his parents the other day found out and took him to the hospital to save his life.

Later he heard from the nurse that his parents had spent the night outside the emergency room, knowing that his life was in danger, and the old couple kowtowed to the doctor in the hallway!

After hearing it, the aftertone was very sour, and he realized a simple truth, that a person's life did not belong entirely to him. Death was an easy thing, but it was a heavy burden left to the living.

His mood changed dramatically and the brokerage company later found him because the suicide message had caused a great deal of shock and the rest of the world was concerned about the aftermath, but he was already frustrated and did not intend to come back.

He half-threatened semi-trade locations and brokerage firms to make a deal. He ceded the copyright to brokerage firms for all his songs and books, and brokerage firms were going to lie to the world on his behalf, claiming he was dead!

Since then, he has resigned and returned to his hometown of Nanjiang City to live a quiet, low-key life, and to write books to sustain his livelihood, of course under other pen names. He often takes time back to accompany his parents, and his peaceful life brings him a lot of happiness, and his depression slowly improves.

One day he saw his previous Twitter blog and unexpectedly discovered that tens of thousands of young people were remembering him up there, and a significant part of them, like him, suffered from depression, anxiety, negative thoughts and wanted to end boring lives!

Every ‘anniversary' he is remembered online, listened to his old depressing and disgusting songs, and was also made a classic. Beautify his suicide, more young people imitate his suicide way...

Yu Yan realized that he had become a terrible monster living in the eyes of all of us, and that the 'Yu Yan’ breathed death, and his tweets had become a sanctuary for everyone to escape reality, with very, very bad effects.

He also occasionally signs up for a trumpet and advises young people on his Twitter who want to commit suicide, but they don't want to hear it at all.

The network opens up people's horizons and narrows them down. People will only look for the same kind of people online, listen to what they want to hear, accept what they want to accept. When these negative people come together, they become more depressed.

Sometimes he really wants to jump out and yell, wake up! Instead of exhaling, crying, hugging and heating here, do something meaningful, such as run, have a big meal, take a hot bath will make you feel better, tears and sighs will not make people cheerful, they will only become more depressed.

With a chilling afterthought, he decided to take some action, for which he began to exercise his body and learn some of the necessary skills. The opportunity finally came, and more than a week ago, he saw on his Twitter that someone was organizing a suicide club and signed up under the name 'Xu Yu'.

On the day of the suicide party, Yuyin's disguise deceived everyone, and when he drew the lottery, he got the red tag by cheating, and when these young people drank the poison, washed their stomachs immediately and rescued them.

He transported the young men back to his garage in one car, tied them up and decided to give them a chance.

The next day, he took the first man out of the garage and asked if he wanted to die or live. The young man said he wanted to die, and Yu Yan said: "I'm all yours! ”

He wanted to turn their death into an alarm bell, ring those young people, and he made that death, conveying the idea that there were actually many ways to live life.

At the same time, he also adopted his previous contacts, insuring all five. Xu Hu, who handled the insurance, was a very confidential person, and did not worry that he would expose himself, so that their parents could reduce some of their grief after the children died.

And then all four people died like this, and only one person really wanted to live, and that was Jinxin, so he let him live.

It was comforting to him that all five of them would have committed suicide, and now that they've saved someone, it's more important than anything.

Speaking of which, Yuyin sipped some tea and stretched out his hands and said: "Please arrest me! ”

Huang Xiaotao and I were shocked to see a criminal who had never cooperated so well, wondering, "Are you planning to be arrested from the beginning? ”

“Yes, you know me very well!” He laughed with comfort: "The snow of Yangchun, and those who are not, must be small; in fame, it is difficult. Young people take my past as a god, but I'm not great at all. I'm just a person with severe depression, and I say some negative things, and those things make me carry on my back today. But the water was hard to collect, compared to the four people I killed, the ones who killed themselves under my influence, it was my real sin. ”

I said, "Mr. Yu, you don't have to put all the blame on yourself. Those who commit suicide have their own pain. It's not because they listen to your song that they want to die because they read your book. ”

Yuyin shook his head: "No, young people are very susceptible to infection. The infectivity of literary works is enormous. Do you know who I worshipped most when I was younger? ”

“Who?”

"I'm me, I'm a fireworks of different colors," the afterthought hummed, and we immediately understood.