In a high-end residential area on Hubin Road, Chu Xingyun parked his car next to the fence of the flowerbed, threw it on the car door and walked for more than ten meters before he found that Yang Kaitai did not follow him.

Yang Kaitai stood quietly under the shade with his arms hanging down, and raised his head to look calmly from the east sky to the west. He had no utilitarianism in his eyes and lacked dust and humiliation on his body, like a big boy who went out to collect folk songs from the ivory tower of the Academy of Arts.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chu Xingyun asked.

Yang Kaitai took his eyes back and walked towards him: "There are many cameras here."

Chu Xingyun casually looked at both sides of the road, smiled and continued to walk forward: "Rich people are generally more afraid of death than ordinary people."

Chu Xingyun's posture was a little "floating" when walking, and his shoulders always swayed gently with his steps. Often the toes of his right foot had not been stepped on, and his left foot had already stepped out, so he always gave people a feeling of frivolousness and impetuousness. This person's "shape" and "appearance" were not at all different from when he was listed as a storm at Jingzhou University. No matter how long he graduated or how much blood and reality he had seen, he was still the appearance of a senior who graduated from school. The big dye vat of society did not change him at all, which is commendable.

"Captain, do you think our job is sometimes like a death rower."

Yang Kaitai asked in a low voice.

Chu Xingyun looked at him and pretended to be frightened: "Don't talk nonsense, public officials are not allowed to do side jobs. Do you want to be dismissed by Comrade Sanyang?"

Yang Kaitai frowned and complained quietly: "Captain."

Chu Xingyun laughed and stopped teasing him, saying, "You are right. Visiting the family of the deceased is the thing I most unwilling to do. It's okay once or twice, but it's too many times. When you see so many sad faces, you will inevitably doubt your own value. You have been with me for so long, two years or three years, and I think you have been used to it for a long time."

As he said that, Chu Xingyun raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Why are you still so sentimental? Do you want to hug the little baby?"

Yang Kaitai sighed and walked forward quickly: "You always do this and can't say a few serious words."

Chu Xingyun lit a cigarette with his hands, followed him and smiled, "Who made you the most funny one in our team?"

In front of the flower art iron door, Chu Xingyun rang the doorbell on the wall, and an instant later a middle-aged man's voice came out of the microphone on the wall.

Chu Xingyun took out the police officer's certificate and pointed it at Maoyan: "Police."

"Hold on."

While waiting for the male owner to open the door, Yang Kaitai asked him: "Have they not found out that the child is missing yet?"

Chu Xingyun shrugged in an unknown way, his eyes kept looking at the man walking through the yard.

"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Police?"

The male owner asked through the iron gate.

"Does Cheng Xun live here?"

"It's my son, what's wrong?"

Chu Xingyun breathed a little, then vomited: "Sorry, Mr. Cheng, I found your son's body by the lake in Noah Square this morning."

Cheng Xun's mother looks less young than Cheng Xun's father. Nowadays, many couples have good care of their wives, especially rich people, but Cheng Xun's mother looks older than her actual age. When the two policemen came to the door, she was standing in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Her husband told her the police's purpose. The premature mother's hands and feet became weak and fell down. She was helped by her husband to walk out of the kitchen, and Chu Xingyun saw her bulging abdomen.

"Oh my god."

When Chu Xingyun heard her say this, her husband helped her to sit on the sofa, covering her face and crying.

Chu Xingyun looked at them thoughtfully. The couple was a little strange. From the time they entered the door to now, they seemed to be immersed in sadness and were not much shocked. For example, now, the couple was only concerned about crying and had not had time to ask about the whole story.

However, their relationship should be very good. The husband kept putting his hands on his wife's belly and constantly comforting her.

Yang Kaitai briefly stated the case and asked, "Why did he appear in Noah Square in the early morning?"

My father, who was calmer than his wife, replied: "We don't know. He was at home yesterday. I went to his room to see him before going to bed. How could he suddenly run out in the middle of the night!"

"You mean, he suddenly ran out in the middle of the night, so were you informed when he left home?"

Father Cheng suddenly felt even more sad than before, and covered his face with his hands and choked, "At around 2 o'clock last night, I heard something happening in the yard. There were many stray cats in this community. I thought it was a stray cat, so I didn't care. Now you tell me that he died by the lake in the early morning. I... I really regret not going out to see it!"

Cheng Xun's mother hugged her husband's shoulders, and tears made her sallow face look somber. She cried and said, "We don't even want it, we don't even want it."

Chu Xingyun asked them about Cheng Xun's recent emotional state to judge whether he had the intention to commit suicide.

I thought the couple would be surprised to hear that their son's death was so suicidal, but they still couldn't express any emotions except sadness. They were like actors who were forced to perform on stage, and they had not yet learned to control their facial expressions, but they looked dull and stiff.

They looked at each other for a long time, as if they were looking for comfort from each other's eyes. Mr. Cheng always held his wife in his arms with a protective attitude, and at the same time he was also protecting her belly. His behavior and language has always been noticed by Chu Xingyun.

"Yes, he does have the situation you mentioned."

Mr. Cheng talked about his son's past, and the serious father couldn't help but burst into tears: "It was probably a year ago. Xiaoxun had a sick illness. After he recovered, he seemed to be a different person. His emotions often got out of control. He always yelled at night, suspicious, anxious, and did not dare to go out during the day, and he didn't even go to school. We took him to see a doctor, and the doctor said that he had a mental problem, which was a sign of bipolar disorder. Since then, he often locked himself in the room, like a soul sucked away. I communicated with him with her mother, but he ignored it. Several times, he hit his head against the wall, buried his face in a pillow, and even stroked his wrist."

When Mr. Cheng talked about his son's self-harm behavior, he suddenly put his head deep down and his tone was choked.

After hearing his words, Chu Xingyun didn't say anything, looked around and returned to Mrs. Cheng and suddenly asked a question that was unrelated: "Mrs. Cheng is pregnant for several months?"

Mrs. Cheng replied: "It's almost five months."

Chu Xingyun nodded and asked, "Can I go to Cheng Xun's room to take a look?"

Cheng's father wanted to get up to guide him, but was stopped by Chu Xingyun: "No, tell me which room you want, and leave someone who cooperates with me to do oral statements."

"The first room on the right hand side of the stairs."

Chu Xingyun climbed up to the second floor alone and pushed open the door of the dead boy's room.

For a pubertal boy, the room was too clean and monotonous. It looked simple and white, and it also had a strong smell of Western medicine. Apart from a few photos on the desk, there were no extra decorations.

The quilt on the single bed, which was leaning against the window, was a little messy, and there were slippers on the hem of the bed. It was obvious that the owner was in a hurry to go out and didn't even have time to wear shoes.

Chu Xingyun focused on the bottles of medicine on the bedside table and found that it was all medicines that aid sleep. Judging from the amount of medicine bottles remaining, most of them have been taken. It seems that the owner of this bedroom has suffered from insomnia for a long time.

"Is there any problem with Mr. Police?"

Chu Xingyun looked back and saw Mr. Cheng stopping his wife and Yang Kaitai standing at the door.

"fine."

Chu Xingyun glared at Yang Kaitai without any trace, and Yang Kaitai shook his head at him helplessly.

When Mrs. Cheng saw the medicine bottle in his hand, she felt sad for a moment. In a blink of an eye, tears flowed down again: "Xiaoxun was mentally weak and had to rely on medicine to fall asleep a year ago. Later, his symptoms became more and more serious, and he became less and less like himself. We sent him to see a psychologist, but he didn't cooperate and just locked himself in the room all day long. He suffered from very severe bipolar disorder, sometimes very depressed, sometimes very manic. His room had been smashed by him many times. Poor child, why did he suffer such suffering?"

"Where is his cell phone?"

Mrs. Cheng was silent for a moment, and this strange calm always appeared on her from time to time: "He stopped using his cell phone for a long time. Since he became closed, any sound will make him uneasy, including the ringtone of his cell phone."

Chu Xingyun simply invited them in, glanced at the medicine bottle in his hand, and asked, "Do he only take these kinds of medicines?"

Mrs. Cheng said: "There are several prescription drugs prescribed by doctors. I will keep them for him. We dare not let him store them by themselves because we are afraid that the current situation will occur."

Chu Xingyun: "Do you think Cheng Xun committed suicide?"

Mrs. Cheng seemed to fall down at any time when she leaned on her husband. She looked at Yang Kaitai and said, "This young comrade said that Xiaoxun had eaten a lot of olanzapine. If she didn't commit suicide, what happened?"

Chu Xingyun sucked his teeth and glared at Yang Kaitai. Yang Kaitai looked at the ceiling without looking at it.

“Where do you put the medicine?”

Accompanied by her husband, Mrs. Cheng took Chu Xingyun to the master bedroom, and Yang Kaitai was the only one left in the room.

Yang Kaitai was struggling to examine the room, but as Cheng Xun's mother said, it was smashed countless times and recovered countless times, and there was no trace of the original owner.

There were too few things that could reflect the owner's personality on the surface. Yang Kaitai opened several drawers and wardrobe, but he also found nothing. He closed the wardrobe door and saw a key falling on the drawer of the desk. There was only one in the room with the key falling on the drawer. He walked over and sat down on the chair in front of the desk, trying to twist the key, and it opened with a click. He pulled out the drawer, and there were two reading books neatly placed inside, and there was a photo without a frame on the side.

Yang Kaitai picked up the photo and saw that there was a photo of four boys, one of whom was the dead Cheng Xun. This photo was at least two or three years ago. The boy grew so fast that his bones and body shape could be seen. Cheng Xun was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, and was hugged by a tall, strong and dark-skinned boy. In the forest, four big boys smiled brightly at the camera and looked silly.

Yang Kaitai took a backup photo with his mobile phone, then put the photo back in place, suddenly lowered his head and stared at the reading materials, and saw a narrow edge of paper in the top magazine.

A few minutes later, Chu Xingyun returned and stood at the door and locked the door: "Have you gained anything from her kid Sherlock Holmes?"

Yang Kaitai's face became ugly. He stood up from the chair and walked to him. His eyes flashed. He handed him a pale yellow paper and said, "Captain, your analysis of Cheng Xun was murdered seems to have made a mistake."

Chu Xingyun glanced at him, took the paper he handed over, took a few glances, his face changed, and his eyes were dark. Looking at the pale yellow paper that looked like a 'letter', his tone was so low that it was hard to tell whether it was a statement or a question: "Suicide?"

It reads - "My feet are trapped in hell. I don't know who to beg for mercy or help. Life is a torture for me. Since my heart becomes no longer kind, I am no longer free. I am like a bird locked in ankle. It is a shackle that teaches me to struggle and repent. I would rather live in a cage. At least I will be forgiven, but I am still exiled and hurt. Sorry, mom and dad, if you know me, you will find that I am a bastard. I disappoint you. I also want to apologize to everyone I have hurt, everyone, I am sorry. I stand in hell and look up to heaven, hoping to get relief one day."

Even though the 'autograph' was right in front of him, Yang Kaitai couldn't help but ask: "Captain Chu, did he commit suicide?"

Is it suicide?

Chu Xingyun read the suicide note several times, and every time he read it, he recalled the crime scene in his mind. The intricate and confusing information made him very confused, but he did not doubt his own speculation. He handed the suicide note to Yang Kaitai and pinched his eyebrows hard: "Take it back for handwriting identification."

Mr. Cheng said he would give the couple some time to prepare to go to the police station to recognize the body. Chu Xingyun and Yang Kaitai left the villa gate. Chu Xingyun stood in front of the gate and looked back at the beautiful villa in front of him.

"Captain, are we in the wrong direction?"

Yang Kaitai was worried about this "auspicious letter" in his hands.

Chu Xingyun urgently needed something to refresh himself, but he didn't have time to stop and smoke a cigarette. He walked towards the parking place without stopping, putting his hands in his pants pockets, and his steps were still floating without any straight shape.

"The road to the truth is well-connected, but only one is true, and the others are dead ends. Now we are entering the first dead end. Comrade Sanyang, but don't draw conclusions so easily, if-"

Not halfway through his words, Chu Xingyun suddenly stopped and his face suddenly darkened, as if he was covered by dark clouds in an instant. He turned to look at him and asked, "What is the first sentence?"

Yang Kaitai did not dare to neglect and quickly read the script: "My feet are trapped in hell, I don't know who to beg for mercy or help. Life is a torture for me-"

"stop."

Chu Xingyun was stunned in place, as if he was stabbed by an ice cone in Tianling's hole, and a cold and bone-bone-black chilled along his neck toward his spine.

He remembered that there was a sentence in that prank email - I stood in hell and asked for help from you.

"I'm at my end. I'm asking you for help in hell. Officer Chu, please save me!"
Chapter completed!