Chapter 37:

All the members of the ad hoc group worked overtime at the police station, and heard Zhuang Zhen's high-pitched and stern voice.
Liao Fang asked nervously: "Captain, what's wrong?"
Zhuang Zhen opened Fangallo's Weibo, stared at the simple but shocking three words, and shook his head: "Xiao Jin may have happened."
Liao Fang walked over to him and stretched his neck to look at his mobile phone, his face suddenly pale. The rest of the people also came around to check the situation, and then once again felt the fear of being controlled by Fangaro's "three-character Weibo".
"Will the fifth one be Ruan Ye?" Liao Fang did not have any doubts about this Weibo.
"I just called the hospital. Ruan Ye was very good, under our protection." Zhuang Zhen's voice did not fall, the phone rang, and the director of the detention center said with a trembling voice: "Zhuang team, you take Come to your people, Xiao Jin is dead. "
Zhuang Zhen's tense heartstrings were still broken. He was silent for four or five seconds before he responded.
"Xiao Jin is dead. Let's call the forensics department. Let's go to the detention center together." He put on his coat and walked hurriedly toward the parking lot.
Half an hour later, all members of the task force stood outside the cell where Xiao Jin was detained, his expressions dignified one by one. Liao Fang didn't dare to look at her mouth while covering her mouth.
"Team Zhuang, it was suicide." The forensic doctor carefully examined the body, and his tone was a bit sad. "He is very determined. The average person is not afraid to start with a knife and cut his wrist. There will always be a few shallow ones. Try to detect the injury, but look at him, "the forensic doctor pointed to Xiao Jin's left wrist." He broke his two arteries directly with his teeth, and a large piece of flesh was bitten off, as if there was no pain. He He also wrapped the blanket around the wound, so that his injury would not be discovered by the prison guards, or he might be rescued. The blanket is very absorbent and accelerates the rate of blood loss. From the bite of the artery to the death, the whole process took only a dozen minutes. "
Zhuang Zhen stared at the corpse for a long time before speaking, "It's handed over to you at the scene, I'll check it."
"Okay." The forensic doctor nodded, hesitating and sighing for a moment: "He's really a pity."
"It's no pity, anyway, he will be sentenced to death 100% in court." Zhuang Zhen's tone was very cold, but his eyes shone unbearably.
The task force began to investigate the prison guards in the detention center and the prisoners detained around Xiao Jin. No suspicious circumstances were found. The monitoring also showed that Xiao Jin was indeed committing suicide. No one was close to his cell at the time of the incident.
The members of the task force are busy and silent.
After recording all the confessions, Liao Fang walked to the corner of no one, dialed a phone that had been stored for a long time but never dared to dial it. A warm male voice came like a Qingquan in the early summer season. Closed his eyes.
"Van Gallo, Xiao Jin is dead." With only one sentence, Liao Fang couldn't help choking.
"Ah." Van Gogh responded briefly, but this sound was meaningless.
"You know he is going to die, why don't you say it earlier?" Liao Fang wondered why Vangaro's heart was so hard, as if he would not be moved by anything for anyone.
"What will happen when I say that?" Fangallo asked softly.
"Say you can save him!" Liao Fang's voice was a little bit angry.
"I'm not a god, I can't save him." Van Goghro's soft voice seemed to come from another dimension, and it looked very empty: "He bit his own artery, right? Such a strong will to die, Who can stop it? Can you remove his jawbone and knock down all his teeth? If not, he will one day choose the same path. Everyone who lives in the world will bear cause and effect, and get a karma News, their destiny is always in their own hands, not God. "
Liao Fang has no way to refute each other's words. Indeed, Xiao Jin chose the most tragic way of death. He was unwilling to save himself. Who could stop his death? As for why Van Gogh knows his death method, Liao Fang doesn't want to pursue. He is a psychic, he should know everything.
Fangallo continued: "What he did to others will eventually be on himself. All sins will be attributed to the dust, this is not just a word of Buddha."
Liao Fang fell into a long silence, and there was only a choking voice in response to the person on the other end of the phone.
Fangallo sighed quietly, and then ended the conversation.
At the same time, Zhuang Zhen also found a secluded place to call Song Rui, "Xiao Jin committed suicide, didn't you predict?" He repeatedly recalled the day when Xiao Jin was taken to the detention center. if. He told Xiao Jin that Ruan Ye was crazy, and at that time, Xiao Jin, who was still reluctant, was completely relieved, relieved, and laughed away.
Judging from the past cases, Song Rui has a very precise grasp of the criminal suspect's psychology, and it is not an exaggeration to say that things are as good as God. As a psychologist, he couldn't help but know what effect his words would have on Xiao Jin. In other words, he indulged the development of the situation, and he watched Xiao Jin on the dead end with a cold eye.
Is this the gentle, generous, knowledgeable Dr. Song that Zhuang Zhen knew?
Zhuang Zhen's mood is very calm, he can not accept the practice of friends. It was also at this moment that he gradually realized that Van Gogh ’s evaluation of his friends does not seem to be nonsense, but an insight.
Song Rui can only be silent. He knew that Zhuang Zhen was not a fool and would not think of him after the incident. He was really impulsive that day, in fact, he couldn't understand why he was so abnormal, and did an extra thing. But I did everything, and I couldn't regret it.
"Sorry," he took off his glasses, and said slowly: "I think that for Xiao Jin, the culprit of Xiao Rui's death was never Ruan Ye, but himself. He didn't need a public trial, he had already given himself There was a trial. Sooner or later this day will come, and none of us can stop it. "
Zhuang Zhen gritted his teeth and said ironically: "No one can replace the law, only the court can make the trial! Song Rui, how do I think you have been poisoned by Van Gogh! You are a serious psychologist, do n’t Did he brainwash him? "
Song Rui's breathing stopped slightly, and then hung up. He walked into the bathroom, knelt on the cold tiles, held a leather whip, and began to beat his back fiercely until the flesh and blood were blurred ... This was not for guilt and self-blame, but for pain reminders Yourself-if you want to live arbitrarily and override others, you must obey the stupid rules, and the law is the most untouchable of these rules. Even more dangerous: there is someone who has seen you through and is staring at you closely!
Zhuang Zhen didn't know what his friends were bearing. He was angry at this sudden tragedy, but he couldn't help it. It has already happened, and it does n’t make sense to blame anyone again. Just as Xiao Rui ended her life, then those who had cruelly abused her can wash away the sins. The word "justice" is so shining, but so hard to find.
Zhuang Zhen tried hard to suppress the injustice in his heart, but he couldn't prevent the director from suddenly calling and asking Xiao Jin about suicide in detail.
"... It's hard to do this! Should this matter be publicized?" The Secretary asked entangledly.
"It must be publicized." Zhuang Zhen was more decisive than him: "The microblog that Xiao Jin regularly sent has already arched this case into the cusp, and now everyone is paying attention to this matter and is also waiting for the final trial. If we do n’t announce the news of Xiao Jin ’s suicide, when the media breaks out, our branch will be the most questioned, because he died in our detention center. What can be said clearly now, and later it will become The case is over, and the public is not tempted to judge us with the greatest maliciousness. Maybe it passed on and on, but instead we became the murderer who killed Xiao Jin. "
"Yes, you are right. I will let the Propaganda Department send out the announcement immediately."
Not long after the director hung up the phone, news of Xiao Jin ’s suicide spread all over the network. This time the branch officer explained the cause of his death in detail. There was no concealment, and there were few people who questioned, but those who shouted pity very many.
Xiao Jin is not a kind of mob that does nothing evil. His tragedy with Xiao Rui is caused by man and can be avoided completely. To confess, he also killed himself. As a result, more people feel sorry for him than those who condemn him. What is good and what is evil, and how are they defined? This incomparably complex issue has always been entangled in this tragic case, which has triggered large-scale public reflection and introspection.
The case of Gao Yize's falling into the building became the most watched event of the year. Sun Ying, who has been rubbing Gao Yize's heat, was not happy at all. He was busy deleting Weibo mourning Gao Yize and condemning Fangalo at this time, while Cao Xiaofeng was holding a tablet computer and always paying attention to the trend of public opinion.
"Van Gallo turned over! Now everyone is discussing whether he is a psychic. His reputation is better than Liu Yingdi, I really did not expect it!" Cao Xiaofeng sighed with regret.
"Brother Cao, don't play the tablet anymore, come and help me write a draft to clarify the relationship with Gao Yize! My biggest fans have announced the dissolution!" Sun Ying cried in a hurry.
Cao Xiaofeng said impatiently: "Don't you know to call the PR department to write for you? When you rubbed the heat ..." His neck seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible big hands, speechless, only Because he saw a terrifying Weibo:
A netizen named "Meteor Street Code Farmer" left a message on the homepage of Fangallo's Weibo: [Come and come, everyone sees it, I will pierce the skin of Vangallo! What kind of psychic medium, I think it's almost shit! Everyone wait a while, I'll get a long Weibo! There are pictures and truth, guarantee real hammer! 】
"Meteor Street Code Farmer" left this sentence and disappeared, but everyone's attention was attracted in the past, followed his trend on his Weibo, added attention, waiting to see the real hammer. The same is true of Cao Xiaofeng.
Right now, the long Weibo of "Meteor Street Code Farmer" has finally come out, with two additional pictures, one is a photo of the scene of Gao Yize's death, and the other is a hand-drawn sketch of death by Fangallo. But it turned out that when Gao Yize fell from the building, "Meteor Street Code Farmer" was right on the scene and took a photo of the body, which was then posted on Weibo. After two minutes, he realized that the photo was too and might be harmonious, so he deleted it.
Now he is putting this photo out again to tell everyone that there is no psychic in the world and there is no so-called foreseeing death. Everything Van Gogh said is nonsense, because people with long eyes can see it. , The "death sketch" is clearly drawn according to the body he photographed, from angle to detail, all overlapping.
[Can you see clearly? I deleted it when I saw it clearly! I remember this photo is the only one posted on the scene of Gao Yize's death. Although I only put it for two minutes, it is enough for some people to download and save. I have very good reason to suspect that some people saw this photo before they became pretended to pretend to be a psychic. He copied my picture and used it for hype. In order to turn the red, he really does everything he can! The photo was obviously taken when Gao Yize died. Of course, the copied sketch was also after this. How did it become a death notice? Some people do n’t know how to erase the evidence when they pretend to be ghosts. Does he think I ca n’t get it back if I delete the photo? With such a low IQ, what kind of magic stick? Also, I finally asked him, is Gao Yize's blood buns delicious? 】
"Meteor Street Code Farmer" greatly devalued Fangallo, and then deleted the photo.
Due to the reversal of Fangallo's word of mouth, there are many people who have no brain to support him. Although this Weibo has caused some attention, it has not caused him much impact. Everyone didn't believe that he was a psychic medium, and naturally he quickly accepted the fact that the death sketch was fake. Although the Weibo, which foreshadowed Xiao Jin's suicide, was somewhat mysterious, it was also very possible to guess by chance.
However, there are still some people who are verbally insulting Fangalo, saying that he used the dead to speculate, the means are too dirty, and the morality has no bottom line.
After reading this long Weibo, it was none other than Cao Xiaofeng who was the most shocked. He handed the tablet to Sun Ying and let the other party take a look, and then both of them froze.
Sun Ying trembled and said: "Brother Cao, I was looking at the painting of Fangallo. At that time, Brother Yize was still alive and well, I remember correctly?"
"No, you remember right. Gao Yize and you came out of the stairwell, and he was already holding this sketch at the time. I looked around with you, and I lost my temper. I remember it very clearly. It can't be wrong. "Cao Xiaofeng's bones were cold. These people in the entertainment industry originally believed in gods, ghosts, and ghosts more than ordinary people, and were even more frightened.
They did n’t take death sketches seriously because they felt that most of the dead bodies that jumped from the stairs were the same, and they could be placed on anyone ’s head with just a few strokes. Those twisted limbs, the blood stains of the big beach, and the crowd watching are the same at any scene of death from a high-rise crash. Van Gogh knew that someone would push Yi Ze downstairs and knew the location, so he could draw the corresponding scene, which is not surprising.
But now, the two carefully compared the photos and found out that the death sketch actually really printed the scene on the photo. The angle is exactly the same as the photographer ’s angle. Even the lively crowds around them completely overlap. . In other words, this sketch was not painted by Van Gogh at all, but he saw through the eyes of this "Meteor Street Farmer" what he would see in the future.
A sketch a week ago is exactly the same as a photo a week later, and it shows the same death scene. This is not psychic, what is it? "Meteor Street Farmer" has no idea what his long Weibo reveals! This is not a so-called real hammer to debunk Van Gogh's pretending to be a ghost, but an iron proof that he does possess a strange ability!
Van Gogh is really a spiritual medium!
Realizing this, Sun Ying was completely panicked, and his lips were shaking when he spoke: "Brother Cao, Van Gogh is really, really psychic! He saw it, he really saw it!"
"You whisper!" Cao Xiaofeng's voice was also shaking: "We don't say, no one will know!"
"But Vangallo can be psychic! He will know what we did behind our backs! I stepped on his superior, will he retaliate against me?" Sun Ying was already terrified, what asked Vangallo for help; Let the other party speak and help restore his reputation; rebuild the portfolio and other public relations strategies, let alone do it now, he dare not even think about it!
Cao Xiaofeng kept circling in the office, his expression both nervous and panic. He finally found out how terrifying he was. How terrible is a person who can predict the future and death through the eyes and ears of others? How dare he stab the Vanguardian knife in the back? Maybe he just had such a thought in his heart, and people already knew it!
Now, Cao Xiaofeng is really envious of the "Meteor Street Code Farmer", because the other party does not know anything, so he can sarcasm or even insult Vatican boldly. The so-called ignorance is fearless, is it right?
A feeling of unrestrainedness hit Cao Xiaofeng's heart, making him want to get into a dark place to hide. Now, his attitude towards Van Gogh is not just regret, but fear.