"In the update, I post at least one Weibo post almost every day," Minghui returned to the computer she just used and said while flipping through: "It's still all about death and suicide."

Wu Cuo sneered, "It's really ironic that those who seek death every day are still alive."

"I think it's not just a satire." Yan Ruyu found a comfortable sofa, lying in, fiddling with her cell phone, and said to Jinzi without raising her head: "Look at the private message record of 'Death's Scythe'."

"I'm checking... three... two... one... one... it's done! I'm getting in!" Jin Ziduo didn't forget to show off his skills, "There are quite a lot of private messages... He had discussed suicide with... good guys, and more than a dozen people."

"Just discussion? Have you made an appointment?"

"Some have an appointment, I'll see... there are! This person with the online name "Huahua and Huahua"... uh... the two met on the 14th of last month... As for the meeting on the 14th of the 14th... Huahua and Huahua have never posted on Weibo again."

"Why meet? Let's make an appointment to commit suicide?" Yan Ruyu put down her cell phone, got up from the sofa, and then came to Jinziduo's computer.

"Yes, it's similar to Zhang Xiaoqiu's situation.'Death's Scythe promised Huahua and Huahua' to help kill her and then commit suicide."

In an instant, everyone understood what was going on. Jin Ziduo felt that the computer screen was extremely terrifying for the first time, and it seemed that a black hand might stretch out from it at any time and drag him into a place that would never be restored.

He subconsciously retreated his body and leaned his back on the back of the chair before he felt better.

Soon, her hands were pressed on his shoulders, one was Minghui, and she also felt a fear that was rising from the bottom of her heart. This fear made her hands pressed on Jinziduo's shoulders cold.

The other hand was Wu Chou's, and he always used this method to encourage the members of the group of serious crimes.

The three of them were all together, like wild beasts huddled together to keep warm, and they had more courage in their hearts.

Only Yan Ruyu stood behind the three of them calmly with her arms folded, looking at the computer screen coldly.

"The trap has been laid. Next, it depends on how cautious this god of death is."

The three of them turned around and looked at Yan Ruyu in confusion.

Yan Ruyu reached out, took the mouse, and clicked the message prompt of "There is a new fan".

Yan Ruyu pointed to the new fans nicknamed "Sunshine in the Crack" and introduced to several people: "This is me."

Wu Cuo was very interested in opening a fan profile and said casually: "Are you still playing the female role? Shemale."

"What's the shemale account? I've also pretended to be a slut, aphrodisiacs, lesbians, arsonists, drug addicts, porn female anchors... Uh... there are too many, I can't finish talking about it... Do you want to show you my Weibo vest?"

Wu Cuo was dumbfounded, "Don't, I'm afraid you will be silenced after watching it... You are... such an old Yan..."

"I just want to figure out how much the moral bottom line can be reduced by hiding behind a computer screen. For example, the account used this time, a bank employee who wants to commit suicide, every day, there are troublemakers who advise me to commit suicide, and some even tell me various suicide methods to help me weigh the pros and cons, and some people encourage me to commit suicide live. Can you imagine it?"

Minghui gritted his teeth and said, "Some people are usually hypocritical, but once they hide behind the monitor, they are simply inferior to pigs and dogs!"

The words are a little rough, but they can represent the mood of several people at this moment.

"Let's take out the 'Death's Scythe' first," Yan Ruyu pulled the topic back. "I need a suicide note that can attract small-scale attention and forward, or a suicide declaration...it's fine, but in short, you must attract the attention of the 'Death's Scythe' as fast as possible."

"I'll do it!" Minghui volunteered.

"Then I can only wait now?" Wu Cuo said.

"Xiao Jinzi and I can wait for progress safely, but you can't do it," Yan Ruyu said: "You have to take Qin Shouru to the hall to file a case. Online investigation is only one aspect. Only when the case is filed can it be easier to discuss in detail with the victim's family."

Wu Cuo slapped his forehead, "Why did I forget this matter!"

He quickly called Qin Shouru, and as he spoke, the two of them left the door.

The next morning, the sickle of the god of death was not moving.

Xiaobai heard about the new case and also participated. Several people drove to Zhang Xiaoqiu's house early in the morning with relevant documents for the investigation.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's family is located in a residential community in the east of the city. The community is half new and not old, and most people living there have stable jobs.

Zhang Xiaoqiu's parents are no exception. His father works in an agency and is a young leader, and his mother is an employee of a public institution.

My brother lives with his parents and is an employee of a Taiwanese-funded enterprise.

When he arrived at the place, Qin Shou recalled some unpleasant experiences and became tense. When he intersected Minghui's eyes, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile that was better than crying and could not see much.

"Don't be nervous, I won't let you go today." Minghui said.

"I know, that...you guys, be careful. Her family is not easy to get along with. After all, something like that happened at home, and her parents and brother have bad tempers..."

"We understand," Wu Cuo said: "We will pay attention to the words of the question and minimize the re-harm to them."

"Then... I'll wait for you below."

Several people agreed in advance, and Wu Cuo and Minghui went upstairs to inquire, while the rest of the people learned about the inquiry situation in real time with the monitoring equipment that Wu Cuo carried with him.

Saturday morning.

The one who opened the door for the two was Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother. She surrounded her apron and wiped the water from her hands on her apron. It seemed that she was preparing breakfast for her family.

"We are criminal police officers from the Serious Case Group 1 of the Municipal Public Security Department..."

Did you read it wrong? Wu Cuo felt that for a moment, the expression on Zhang Xiaoqiu's mother's face became extremely stiff, and even the spirit in her eyes was frozen.

But that was only a short moment.

Hula—

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and a young man in a home clothes walked out quickly with a look of water droplets on his face.

"Police? What are you here?"

It’s Zhang Xiaoqiu’s brother! Zhang Xiaochun.

As soon as Zhang Xiaochun arrived at the door, he reached out to wrap his hand around his mother's shoulder.

"Hello," Wu Cuo continued: "We recently discovered a suspect, which was related to your sister's death. It is possible that your sister...is not suicide."

Hearing this, the poor mother's face turned pale, her body was shaking, her eyes were trembling, and she was about to faint. If it weren't for her son's support, she would have fallen down.

"Get out!" Zhang Xiaochun roared rudely: "Isn't my family miserable enough? Do you want to kill my mother?!"

Not only did Wu Cuo not leave, he also helped him hold his shaky mother.

"You don't have to worry! Get out!" Zhang Xiaochun reached out and pushed Wu Cuo.

"Stop." The mother's voice was very quiet, but it was still more than Zhang Xiaochun at once. "Let them enter the house."

It seems that Zhang Xiaoqiu is a very obedient child.
Chapter completed!