Chapter 101: Verkhovinsky (11)

"Xia Xiaonan? I just glanced at her just now, and I haven't awoken yet." The policeman in charge of staring at the hospital had just finished his meal, and walked into the inpatient department without hesitation. "What's wrong, boss? Not a few days, wait. Will the child be mentally better? "
A sharp car whistle came from the phone, and Luo Wenzhou said quickly: "Xia Xiaonan is not a witness, she is one of the suspects, and I stare!"
"Ah? Who? You say Xia Xiaonan is ..."
The voice of the criminal policeman who opened the door of the ward abruptly stopped.
Luo Wenzhou sank in his heart.
"Boss, Xia Xiaonan is gone!"
Luo Wenzhou stepped on the accelerator.
"Xia Xiaonan is a native of this city. His father is Xia Fei and he has lung cancer. He has never been able to go out to find serious work. She used to show odd jobs for odd jobs. She lost her job a few years ago. Depression, I couldn't think of it for a while, jumped off the building and died. "Fei Du turned the phone on hands-free, Tao Ran's voice came through the signal," This girl's evaluations from childhood to age are basically 'sensible' and 'introverted'. It has always been stable. It is the kind of girl who is sick and also needs to go to school and also wear school uniforms. For this kind of child, reading and going to a good university is the only way to change her destiny. "
"Does her family and the 327 case have anything to do with Lu Guosheng?"
"No, just ordinary people. Except for their misfortune, their family is nothing special. The ancestors and grandsons haven't been to Lianhua Mountain, and there are no relatives over there. I can't think of how she knew Lu Guosheng. It is not possible to have any deep hatred between Feng Bin and her.
When Luo Wenzhou dispatched his troops, he hung up the phone and turned to Fei Duo: "You mentioned 'school violence'. Is it possible that Feng Bin bullied her, so she tried to get revenge?"
"Have you done a handwriting appraisal of Feng Bin's letter? If you can confirm that the letter was written by him, it should not be. The letter is not an offensive tone." Fei Du said, "Moreover, Xia Xiaonan is not scared. Is it a bit out of place? If it is installed, the acting skills would be great. "
Fei Du may be the boss when he is used to it, and deeply understand what sentence style he likes when he is a boss-he rarely puts forward some possibilities of messing up others' thoughts. He has concluded that there is no conclusion, and the process of speculation can be explained in detail. , Very happy.
Luo Wenzhou glanced at him from the rear-view mirror and said to Tao Ran: "Contact the class teacher and the few leaving students, and ask for a guardian's permission to talk to each other-we will be at the hospital right away."
"Well," Tao Ran responded, then hesitated a little, then asked Fei Du, "what is the harmful tone?"
Fei Du's body language leaned very comfortably on the co-pilot, and the lights passing by swept across his face, either lightly or darkly. The scent of chestnuts that couldn't be covered rushed to his head, and the wool coat was soaked in fine detail. Entangled fibers.
"Even when the perpetrators grew up, learned 'political correctness', and started worrying about their children being bullied, they also reprimanded 'school violence' along with mainstream opinions in society, but when they recalled what they did when they were young, There will still be a bit of ostentation between the lines, because the subconscious does not think that this is harm, but an achievement-the so-called campus violence, in the final analysis, is the order of power within the group. "
Unless one day is the exact same situation.
"But the teachers and parents were there, and they were in the Public Security Bureau," Tao Ran said. "If they were really bullied, why didn't these children tell us?"
Fei Du laughed: "Tao Ran, the closed boarding school can form an ecological environment of its own, has formed its own rules and 'laws', and the natural laws you think may be incredible to others — —For example, you told the ancients two thousand years ago that we actually live on the same ball. Will anyone believe you? "
Luo Wenzhou hit the steering wheel, at this time, the hospital was almost in sight.
Previously they thought that Xia Xiaonan was a surviving witness, and did not send too many people to stare at her, but feared that she would be left unattended and left her alone in the hospital. A group of people from the city bureau came here one after another, and the police car blocked the already crowded parking lot.
"Her grandfather was with her and I went out for dinner," the policeman ordered to stare at the hospital was annoyed. "The middle man went to the toilet. He didn't move very easily. It took about ten minutes. She just Run away from here. "
In order to give the patient a place to move, the inpatient department specially opened a small garden, which was closed. The monitoring of the corridor captured Xia Xiaonan silently slipped out of the ward. She crossed the small garden and turned over the stone wall. I wonder Where to go.
Xia Xiaonan's grandfather was sweating in his forehead, holding the wheelchair in a shudder, and he didn't know what was being said in his mouth, and he was so anxious that he was like a low-level monster who strayed into the world Ugly and helpless.
A criminal policeman was about to come forward and was stopped by Luo Wenzhou: "Wait, don't tell him first."
He walked to the old man, who broke away from the wheelchair and swayed at him stupidly, screaming a long story about his mouth, seeing Luo Wenzhou didn't answer, he finally realized that he was half dumb, no one else Knowing what he was saying, he grabbed Luo Wenzhou's clothing corner blankly, shut his mouth at a loss, and cried.
Luo Wenzhou patted his hand: "Uncle, Xiao Nan usually goes to school except school?"
The old man moved his stiff tongue and dragged a long voice from his throat: "... home."
"Just go home? Does she never go out to play? Do you have friends who often visit?"
The old man heard this, and suddenly sadness came from it. He opened the big mouth with short teeth and no teeth, and burst into tears.
The coldest frost of the year quietly fell, covering the longest night of the year.
It seemed like a light snowfall.
Luo Wenzhou took someone to take Xia Xiaonan's grandfather back home. By the way, he got the consent of the old man and entered Xia Xiaonan's room—a room, in fact, it was just a small area separated from it, just enough to put a bed. There wasn't even a door. A curtain was hanging down to cover it. "Bedside table" is an old abandoned sewing machine with a cheap pink plastic pen on it. It is the only thing with a little girlish color in the room. There is no extra in the room. In the cabinet, she had a few old clothes on the bed, covered with a white cloth sheet, and under the bed was full of books, most of which were textbooks and exercise books, and she was not willing to throw even those used in elementary school. .
Fei Du stooped down, picked up an exercise book and turned it over. Seeing that all the blank spaces above were filled with notes, the handwriting was beautiful and clean, and some places could not be written, and even a small piece of paper was pasted one layer after another, two hundred. An exercise book on the next page made her as thick as a modern Chinese dictionary.
He scanned Xia Xiaonan's notes at a glance, and he could clearly feel that the child's logic was not very clear and a little more difficult. She would make a lot of analytical notes, and she could see that the qualifications were quite average, long-term stable and excellent. The results are piled up by time and energy.
Luo Wenzhou: "How?"
"Tao Ran is right," Fei Du closed the exercise book. "This is a girl who goes to school with illness and wears a school uniform on vacation-if Feng Bin's killing is related to her, it is likely to be coerced."
"If she is being coerced, where might she go now? She is not at home, not in the hospital, and I'm looking for someone to stare at the school, but I haven't moved. This Xia Xiaonan usually has no friends to talk to ..." Luo Wenzhou said, "Is it possible for her to find the person who threatened her?"
"Why did you find it, and settle accounts with him? Was that person beaten up or arrested?" Feidu looked at him helplessly, "Brother, if she thinks the same way as you, she would dominate the school long ago, Who dares to bully her? "
Luo Wenzhou: "..."
Fei Du's tongue may have become refined. When he did not deal with him before, even if he agreed with him, he agreed with ridicule and irony. Now Mao has come, even if he disagrees, he can refute the whole body and relax.
Luo Wenzhou's tone softened involuntarily: "Where else can she go?"
Fei Du didn't immediately reply. He looked around in Xia Xiaonan's snail shell for a while, and found a stain on the tablecloth on the sewing machine, like a trace that someone often rubbed with his hands over the years. Fei Du pressed That stain opened the corner of the tablecloth-that was exactly where the needle box was placed.
There is a small 5-inch picture frame in the sewing box, which contains a family portrait from the past. The background of the picture frame says: "Give it to my daughter Xiao Nan". The handwriting looks more mature, but the font is similar to Xia Xiaonan's. A bit like.
"Yes ... Yeah-ah mom, mom. (It was given by her mother)." There was a grunting and panting voice behind her. Xia Xiaonan's grandfather came to the door and looked at them eagerly.
At this time, the photo slipped from the disassembled frame, with a letter on the back, a testament before Xia Xiaonan's suicide.
Fei Du slowly raised his head: "Tao Ran said her mother jumped off the building and died, where did she jump from?"
Luo Wenzhou was shocked.
The siren whistled past, leaving a trail of red and blue on the winding road.
"Xia Xiaonan's mother is Sun Jing. She was a school worker in a junior high school during her lifetime. She jumped from the school's administrative building. The address has been issued to you," Tao Ran said quickly. "Fire and ambulances will be in place immediately!" "
"Forty-three," Fei Du flipped on the car and looked at the brief instructions sent by Tao Ran. "Xia Xiaonan's alma mater, when her mother jumped off the building, Xia Xiaonan was taking a self-study class—you can see them in the classroom from the administrative building. She Maybe she wants to have a last look at her daughter. "
"Her mother was relieved. She left the family and jumped off the building in front of the child. Wouldn't Xia Xiaonan resent her? Why do you think she might follow suit?"
"It's normal, a person will often become what he hates most," Fei Du shrugged. "The more taboo, the more attractive you are when you have no choice, for example ..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Wenzhou grabbed his hand suddenly.