"Dingling ~~"

The bell rang and the school returned to quiet again. Such a thing did not affect the normal teaching of the school, and the investigation work in the dormitory building was still underway.

With the help of medical staff, two intern police officers, a man and a woman, put the girl's body into a body bag and zipped it, leaving only blood on the ground to illustrate what had happened before.

"Chen Zhihao, do you think this case of jumping off the building will be related to the case of jumping off the building in Longting, Peninsula last month?"

The policewoman poked his classmate with a finger. He was internship a month earlier than him and was very familiar with the previous case.

"It shouldn't matter. One is a high school girl and the other is a migrant worker. And that case has been closed long ago."

When I heard an old classmate ask a question, the police school student named Chen Zhihao recalled that he and another old auxiliary policeman watched the scene that night. Unexpectedly, the third person died as scheduled, and the whole case was evil.

"Why is it okay? I think this case is not a simple suicide case!"

After hearing what the classmate said, the policewoman was very dissatisfied with it, and the boy was just arbitrary.

"Ling Sixue, don't believe it. Some things really cannot be explained by science. There were three murders in Longting, Peninsula, and two accidents committed suicide together. The developer invited Maoshan Taoist priests to recite scriptures. Later, no strange things were gone."

Chen Zhihao was not angry about the disapproval of the female classmates. There were fewer girls in the police academy, let alone Ling Sixue was still a flower in their police academy.

In three years, countless male compatriots launched a fierce attack on Ling Sixue, but she said she didn't want to find a boyfriend, and even if she didn't want to find a police boyfriend, she directly blocked everyone.

"Chen Zhihao, you have read too many novels. You are also a Taoist priest in Maoshan. No wonder you haven't joined the party for three years."

Ling Sixue said distractedly that religious activities can be carried out, but feudal superstition is not allowed.

"I…"

After being criticized by Ling Sixue, Chen Zhihao didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You, carry the body into the car."

After sending Chen Zhihao, Ling Sixue walked into the dormitory building again, and she was about to see if she could find any clues.

Xu Rong's dormitory is on the fifth floor of the girls' dormitory building. She is the only one among the girls in the third grade (16) class, so she has a dormitory alone.

The seniors of the criminal police team were learning about some of the situation from Xu Rong's class teacher, and Ling Sixue bypassed them and came directly into the dormitory.

It is very clean here. Except for the traces of being turned over by the police, everything else is neatly arranged, including textbooks, materials, stationery and clothing.

There are no clues, so what about the toilet?

When he arrived at the toilet in the dormitory, Ling Sixue turned on the light, toothbrush, and towels were neatly placed, and the toilet was also very clean, but it seemed that something was floating on the toilet.

"Senior, there's something here!"

Ling Sixue's shouting attracted the seniors of the technical department. They picked up a piece of A4 paper burned from the toilet with only a small piece of burnt left. Under the irradiation of the flashlight, the word "death" was written on it.

"Sixue, you did a good job, but this shouldn't be something like a threatening letter. It's like the handwriting of the deceased."

The high school student’s notes are easy to identify. Captain Li had read Xu Rong’s suicide note before, so he feels familiar now.

"Mayor Li, although it is not written in his suicide note, according to my speculation, this should be a popular psychic game among students a few years ago - Bixian. Look at the word "death" and there are traces of pencil drawing circles around it!"

This was the first time Ling Sixue was praised by the captain. She was happy and also told her own speculations. When she was in high school, there were also a few brainless girls around her playing this kind of game.

The atheist Ling Sixue scoffed at this, and now the deceased in this case also seems to be very superstitious.

How many tens of thousands of people commit suicide every year in China, but the number of people who attempt suicide is even higher, as many as millions. Xu Rong originally had a tendency to commit suicide, but the accidental result of the Bixian Game helped her make up her mind.

The truth of the case was suddenly presented to everyone, and it was a pity that life was so fragile and feudal superstition was so terrifying.

But is it really as Ling Sixue speculated?

"Brother Xia, I just went to Class 16 to ask. Xu Rong is quite introverted in their class and has not had a good grades. In short, she is just an ordinary person."

During lunch, Xiaoshou sat in front of Xia Tianyang with a meal.

"Is there nothing unusual?"

"Yes, many accommodation students were rumoring that they heard the sound of the female ghost howling last night. Everyone thought it might be Xu Rong!"

After hearing Xia Tianyang ask, Xiaoshou said vaguely while picking rice into his mouth.

"The howling of the female ghost?"

Xia Tianyang frowned. Why didn't he hear the sound of ghosts crying and howling? Could it be...

"It's not a female ghost at all, it's the screams of you, a stinky brat last night!"

When the chopsticks were thrown into the plate, Xia Tianyang figured out the whole story. Xiaoshou was a drama artist. Last night, he went back to the dormitory to clean up him. The girl named Xu Rong died after the early morning. The accommodation students confused the two things.

"Damn it, is it my voice? Is my voice that bad?"

Xiaoshou couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"This is not the point, the point is that I didn't see the girl's soul in the morning."

Xia Tianyang opened his eyes at the scene in the morning, but he saw nothing. Most people would stay in the world for seven days after their death before going to the underworld to report. This is how the legend of the first seven came about.

But this is not absolute. People who have no relatives and have no concern for the Yang world will leave on the same day, and they are directly sent to the Taoist priests like Xia Tianyang.

Suicide is considered a vain death, but this resentment is not enough to make Xu Rong a ghost and stay in the world. Something must have happened.

Xia Tianyang stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. This was something that could be solved by a soul-guiding talisman, but there were too many people watching in the morning, so they had to wait for the evening to see Xu Rong.

When Xia Tianyang and the others finished lunch and were about to go back to the classroom, Xu Rong's parents also came to school. Seeing the middle-aged woman crying and shouting, Xia Tianyang felt a little unbearable, and at the same time, she was also angry with Xu Rong.

No matter what the reason for her death, she first had the idea of ​​suicide. This alone was sorry for her parents who had worked hard to pull her up.

"Brother Xia, look, the female policewoman!"

Xiaoshou next to him pointed at him, Xia Tianyang looked over his gaze and was indeed a female policeman.

"What's wrong with the police flower? When I went to apply for my ID card, I was full of police flower in the room, making a fuss!"

"No, look at her epaulette, she has no flowers or straits, she should still be a student."

Xiaoshou observed it very carefully, and Xia Tianyang saw it was really true.

"I can come to the criminal police team for internship before I graduate. This policewoman has some background and should know a lot about the case. If we want to condom her?"

"Don't you really want her WeChat account?"

"Fuck, Brother Xia, why did you say what I think?"
Chapter completed!