Until one class is over.

It was a crying voice: "She can't hold on, so she's gone."

Bo Jiutu stood up and walked out while typing: "Send me your mobile phone number."

Soon a string of numbers appeared on the page.

Bo Jiu directly called over: "Where are you?"

"Police Department." Sister Gui's voice sounded very heavy: "They said she committed suicide, and they also said that she was related to the memorial service."

Bo Jiu's eyes shrank: "Girl's memorial?"

"Yes." Sister Gui said in a hoarse voice: "I don't believe she will commit suicide. She can even withstand chemotherapy. How could she not be able to withstand these things?"

Bo Jiu didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say, her eyes were a little empty.

On the other end of the phone was Sister Gui's crying lower and lower.

Nothing else.

Just a cry.

There is another sentence: "I don't believe she would choose this method to end it all, why is this happening?"

Why is this happening?

When Bo Jiu was holding the corpse, he asked himself the same question.

How uncomfortable it is.

That's how to end it?

Isn’t this world worth your nostalgia?

Even a little bit?

After that, Bo Jiu went to see a psychiatrist.

The doctor smoked a cigarette and said only: "It's probably too desperate."

Bo Jiu looked at his phone, even now.

Someone left a message below the internet writer.

"You are wronged, are there nothing to write?"

"I think even if the other party really infringes on you, you shouldn't do this."

Bo Jiu closed his eyes. For a moment, she was thinking about why she was still so useless after so many years, and letting such a thing appear in front of her again.

But she has no ability to stop it.

Why not turn completely black?

Only like those people can you live happily.

This is the most real thought deep in Bo Jiu's heart.

Even if you are black.

I would rather you live.

But Bo Jiu knew very well that some people didn’t know that, and they couldn’t find a way out, so they would rather choose to understand, or carry these things and go on.

The distance from school to police station is not long.

What Bo Jiu saw was sitting on a chair and holding his sister Turtle.

The tears seemed to be unable to stop, and there was no crying, but they just couldn't stop them.

Sister Gui looked at the boy who was rushing to the scene and didn't know what she was saying, probably just wanted to say it.

"She also promised me that she would go and watch you play with me. She said she wanted to see what I liked idols, what was so good about it. She also said that she would accompany me to buy a skirt, she..."

The last sentence.

Sister Gui didn't finish speaking.

Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and carried the man with slightly shaking shoulders into his arms.

Losing is too painful.

Especially losing close friends from childhood to adulthood.

That girl once taught you to be kind to others.

But she has never been treated well in her life.

Bo Jiu's hands clenched tightly into his fists, and his fingertips fell into his palms.

Sister Gui's crying was gone, but she was still saying: "She also cleaned the house and said she wanted her mother to see that she was doing well outside..."

Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "Did you say she clean the house? When did she clean it?"

"Last night." Sister Gui was silent in her emotions and her answer was also subconscious.

But Bo Jiu’s problem is never subconscious.

Who would clean the room before committing suicide?

This is simply illogical.

There was almost no pause.

Bo Jiu walked aside and skillfully pressed a string of numbers.

The person who answered the phone was wiping his hair, and the water dripped down his pointed chin, stepped on the wooden floor barefoot, wearing a cotton home outfit with clear eyebrows and eyes.

The four words "Wen Ya Ru Yu" are most suitable for him.

If it weren't Hoshino, who else could there be?

Bo Jiu's voice was light: "Hoshino, I need you to check it for me..."

What Bo Jiu said later was even heavier.

After hearing this, Hoshino put the towel on the table, and his beautiful eyes brought out a bright light: "You think she was not committing suicide, but killing him."

"Yes." Bo Jiu did not deny: "So you need to find more detailed information to prove my idea."
Chapter completed!