Madness of the Heart

Sha Chun's mother, Yong Huan, arrived late.

This dignified woman was wearing a black dress, her handbag and earrings were also black, and she looked very solemn.

But this solemnity is exquisite and cold.

Ming Shu was not in the bureau, and it was Xiao Yuan who faced Yong Huan in the inquiry room.

Several police officers who witnessed Yong Huan entering the interrogation room stood in the corridor, all a little surprised.

His biological daughter was killed, but Yong Huan's hair was not messed up, and his face was lightly makeup. It is hard to say that the heaviness in his eyes was because of sorrow.

Xiao Yuan looked at Yong Huan, but was not surprised.

He has seen too many family members of the victims, some crying and robbing the ground, some who are silent and absent-minded, some who go mad, and some are calm like Yong Huan, but there are actually quite a few.

In the final analysis, parents and children still have to go their separate lives, but some families are tightly tied up, and some families live and go away.

There are tight contradictions, scattered and scattered misfortunes, no one has a stand to criticize the other's life with his own choice.

"I don't understand Sha Chun's current life." Yong Huan's voice is a bit hoarse, combined with her red eyes, she should have cried not long ago, but this motherhood loss is obviously very restrained, "She has always treated me and her father. I complained that we shouldn’t divorce her when she was still a young adult. She stopped living with me in high school and didn’t go home during the summer and winter vacations. After college, she had even less contact with me.”

Xiao Yuan asked: "When was the last time you met?"

Yong Huan had anticipated this question about a long time ago and answered quickly, "Three years ago in April. My current husband came to Ye City to discuss business in the winter, and I will accompany him. The other party asked us to watch the folk music performance. in."

Xiao Yuan said, "Is it actually such an occasion?"

"It's ridiculous, right?" Yong Huan smiled bitterly, "My mother-son relationship with Sha Chun is very deformed. She doesn't like me, and I don't have much affection for her... Actually, I don't care much about my own life. That performance. We hadn’t seen each other for more than a year before, and each time we met, we were unhappy for various reasons. I sometimes asked her, “Is there a suitable person?” She said that when she needed me, I haven't taken care of her, so now she doesn't need my care, what right do I have to ask her again?"

Yong Huan sighed and said, "Actually, if I knew she would participate in the show, I might not go. After the show, my husband said that it was fate, so it was better to have a meal together. As a result, it was better not to eat that meal. ."

"How do you say?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Yong Huan shook her head, "She didn't want to see us at all. As soon as the food was served, she didn't eat two bites, so she said she had something to leave. I asked what was the matter, and she said that she had an appointment with a colleague to practice Erhu together. You said, this excuse Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yuan did not make a statement.

"She wants to get rid of me, so I won't pester her." Yong Huan continued: "After that, I never actively contacted her. But after all, I am her mother. I want to leave her completely indifferent. Actually, I can’t do it. I have some access in Dongye City, and occasionally inquire about her current situation from friends. Knowing that she has bought a house, she has never had a boyfriend. She finds a job in the Performing Arts Group by herself, and the salary is not low. , But it’s not much higher, and it’s hard to afford the mortgage. I recently heard that in addition to her job, she is also earning extra money from outside organizations. I think if she is short of money, I..."

After a moment of silence, Yong Huan raised his face slightly, and when the tears returned, he said: "Unexpectedly, she left like this."

Xiao Yuan said: "You said you don't understand Sha Chun now, but you actually know a lot."

Yong Huan finally wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, "Others describe the helpless pain as a punch on cotton. I think my current grief is also. It's not particularly uncomfortable, but I feel too panic and can't vent. I can't vent. There are not many people who can cooperate with your police. I can only ask you to find the murderer and let me bury her well. As a mother, I have failed too much. I want to take care of the last thing for her."

"No, you can actually help us a lot, for example, let us get to know Sha Chun more comprehensively." Xiao Yuan asked: "Sha Chun has worked very hard since he was a child?"

Yong Huan was a little confused, "work hard?"

Xiao Yuan said: "It's better to talk about your views on Sha Chun as a student."

Yong Huan lowered his head and recalled, "If you say hard work, she has always been a very hard child. To be honest, Sha Chun is not smart, and the teacher only evaluates her as "hard work". You know, the teacher evaluates a child, the first word It must be the most shining part of this child. Since childhood, Sha Chun's evaluations from his teachers have been "hard work", "hard work", and "diligence"."

Xiao Yuan said, "There is no'smart'."

"Yes. When she was in junior high school, she had that kind of very smart kid in her class. She worked several times more than the other person, and her grades were not as good as the other person." Yong Huan said, "I don't have any expectations of her. She She is not well-known in school. Whether it is me or her father, I have the ability to send her abroad. But she is very strong. If she fails in the exam, she must do it next time. She does not want to rely on us, I understand. However, she does seem to have the energy of'desiring' in her personality."

Xiao Yuan repeated: "Desperately."

Yong Huan said: "Well, she never wants to admit her lack of talent."

"You just said that Sha Chun is making extra money." Xiao Yuan changed the subject, "Do you know exactly what extra money is?"

Yong Huan nodded, "A training organization called'Jianjia Bailu' has no qualifications, and Sha Chun is a teacher in it."

After Ming Shu left the Performing Arts Group, he went directly to Shachun's home in Jiachuang Community.

In Dongye City, housing prices have soared over the past few years, and Sha Chun is probably in short supply. The two-bedroom and one-living home is too simple to decorate. The living room does not even have a sofa or a coffee table, only a table and a few plastic stools. It looks like the renovation is only halfway through.

There is no bed in the bedroom, but a camping tent is supported. In the tent are sleeping mats, mahjong mats and quilts. On the side wall are two simple wardrobes of the same color.

"It's a weird person." Fang Yuanhang said: "This kind of tent is actually not cheap, maybe more expensive than a single bed. If Sha Chun doesn't have enough money, just buy a cheaper wooden bed. Buying a tent is troublesome and saves money. No money."

"It's not necessary to sleep in a tent to save money," Ming Shu said.

Fang Yuanhang asked: "What's that for? Looking at the decoration of this house, you can tell that Sha Chun is short of money."

"You just said that tents are not cheap." Ming Shu crouched in front of the tent, looking at the star lights and small wooden bookshelves inside, "Sha Chun made such a tent, obviously because she likes it-she enjoys lying in it. It feels that this relatively closed space is a small romantic world for her."

Fang Yuanhang's goose bumps are all up, "Master, you are a man of eight meters and eight..."

Ming Shu stood up, "Huh?"

Fang Yuanhang said: "What a princess dream!"

Ming Shu kicked over.

The second bedroom was transformed into a practice room, equipped with soundproofing equipment, equipped with guzheng, guqin, erhu, pipa and other musical instruments, as well as radio and video equipment.

Compared with the simple living room and bedroom, this practice room is simply luxurious.

"She's recording her own performance video?" Ming Shu fiddled with the guzheng lightly.

"Master, there are many costumes here." Fang Yuanhang opened the simple wardrobe.

While Ming Shu ordered to investigate the computer in Sha Chun's practice room, he walked towards Fang Yuanhang, only to see daily clothes in one simple closet, and all performance clothes hanging in the other.

"It stands to reason that the costumes are usually kept in the unit, and there is no need to bring them back." Ming Shu took out one of them, "Unless I have to start from home the next day, where to go to perform."

Fang Yuanhang said: "But it's too much, like she bought it herself."

Long before Ming Shu and the others arrived, Xiao Man and other trace inspectors checked the indoors and outdoors. Except for Sha Chun, there are no outsiders' footprints, fingerprints, or hair in the room.

"Sha Chun lives a completely independent life that can even be said to be undisturbed. After get off work, she is immersed in her own world." Ming Shu went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The inside was clean and there was no peculiar smell. It was on the shelf. With yogurt, milk, fruit beer, apples, and an unopened Lancome suit, "She enjoys this kind of independence and loneliness."

Fang Yuanhang took out the milk and yogurt and looked at it. "Master, the production date is August 22."

"Before the murder, Sha Chun went shopping once." Ming Shu suddenly felt a bit of contradiction. "It seems that she is still planning her future life and knows nothing about possible dangers. But she acted strangely on the night of her murder. , As if she was covering up the murderer. Why did she go to the murderer’s appointment calmly? Is that someone she knows well? She doesn't think she will be killed by the other party?"

The technical detective shouted in the practice room: "Team Ming, Sha Chun is an up master."

"What?" Ming Shu got into thinking about it, but didn't hear it clearly.

"The host of up is the contributor." Fang Yuanhang said: "All those who upload works to the video website music website are called the host of up."

Ming Shu knew this, and when he returned to the practice room, Tech detective had already clicked on one of the videos.

In the picture, Sha Chun did not show his face, dressed in a fairy-like white veil, playing the guzheng.

Fang Yuanhang said: "Sha Chun didn't get a hatred with someone online, right?"

Ming Shu said: "Did you get killed because of online hatred?"

In recent years, there has been an upward trend in online vendettas. Compared with real vendettas, online vendettas still account for only a very small proportion. They are infinitely amplified by public opinion, so they are extremely concerned, giving ordinary people an illusion that many people are killed because they offend people on the Internet.

In fact, online vendetta is restricted by many objective factors. First of all, it is not easy to get the true information of the other party. Secondly, if it is in the same city, if one is in the northeast and the other is in the southwest, crossing most of the country to seek revenge, this is not what normal people do. Something out.

Fang Yuanhang watched the video for a while, "Sha Chun hasn't shown her face, and there are no guests from her home. If she didn't disclose it herself, no one would know her identity."

Ming Shu observed more carefully than Fang Yuanhang, "There are generally two general tendencies in network enmity: one is that the two sides have disagreements and quarrels occur, which often occurs in group games and political discussions; the other is that they are jealous and maliciously framed. This kind of situation mostly happens to people with a certain reputation. As for Sha Chun, she is an up-host, but you can see her broadcast volume-this video was uploaded in January this year, and more than half a year has passed. 30. There is no comment, and no barrage."

Tech detective hurriedly retired to Sha Chun's homepage, which clearly displayed all the videos uploaded by Sha Chun-his first work was published three years ago. So far, more than two hundred have been published. There are only seven fans, and the highest number of hits is 72.

"She is such a self-entertaining up host, who is going to be jealous and frame her?" Ming Shu said: "It is very difficult for the audience to see her."

Fang Yuanhang wrinkled his face and thought for a while, "I was still thinking about whether Sha Chun is a very popular up host. After all, her equipment here is so professional, and there is a cabinet for costumes. As a result, the number of hits is so small. It is hard to imagine that she persisted for three years. Does this also show that she is really untalented?"

Although I think it is unlikely that Sha Chun will be killed on the Internet, since he discovered that Sha Chun is an up-host, Ming Shu dare not take it lightly, and let the technical detective follow Sha Chun’s account on this website and put her on other accounts. Also check his words and deeds.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan called.

"Xiao Ju." When outsiders were present, Ming Shu's tone was quite decent.

Xiao Yuan asked, "Where is it?"

"Jiachuang community." Ming Shu said truthfully: "I found some clues that I don't know if they count as clues."

"Okay, come back and let's analyze it together." Xiao Yuan said: "Now you go to'Jianjia Bailu'. You can navigate to the address. It is very close to the Jiachuang community."

Ming Shu understood immediately, "Is Sha Chun working part-time after get off work?"

"Yes." Xiao Yuan said: "When it comes to acting by chance."

The full name of "Jianjia Bailu" is "Jianjia Bailu Traditional Culture Learning Hall". The name sounds quite formal, but it is just a small training institution opened in a residential building.

Antiquity has become popular among young people in recent years. The popularity of antiquity songs on the Internet has become more and more popular. In reality, various Hanfu clubs, etiquette classes, and folk music classes under the banner of "national style" have sprung up. Larger and more well-funded ones are opened in office buildings, and more are rented in residential buildings, and enrollment can be opened by putting up a billboard.

When Ming Shu arrived at "Jianjia Bailu", three middle school students were learning calligraphy in the living room with a young male teacher, and in the rooms inside, there were messy sounds of pipa and erhu.

The receptionist thought that Ming Shu was here for the consultation course, and enthusiastically brought a cup of herbal tea, "Mr. is coming to the class by himself, or is he consulting his girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" Ming Shu said curiously.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Most of the people who come to our class are girls."

After hearing this, Ming Shu was not in a hurry to reveal his identity, "Oh? What courses are there?"

"So you are consulting for your girlfriend?" The receptionist said: "Pipa, Guzheng, bamboo flute, and..." are suitable for girls to learn.

Mingshu interrupted, "No, I will learn by myself."

The receptionist's eyes lit up, "Ah, what musical instrument are you more interested in?"

Ming Shu walked to the room where the music was sounding, "Can you just take a look?"

"Ah, of course." The reception hurriedly led the way.

This house is decorated according to the specifications of a residential building, the living room is covered with square tiles, and the rest of the rooms and aisles are wooden floors. The high-heeled shoes of the reception clashed on the wooden floor. Ming Shu looked at the ceiling subconsciously, thinking that there were a lot of people coming and going here every day. If everyone made this kind of noise, then the one living downstairs couldn't help but should complain to the property management.

And the music from each room seemed to be suspicion of disturbing the people.

Before going upstairs, Ming Shu specially observed that most of the people living in this building were residents. Unlike some residential buildings that have been transformed into office spaces on a large scale.

"This is our pipa classroom." The reception opened a door, and a female teacher in her twenties was teaching one-on-one with a ponytailed girl.

Said it is a "classroom", in fact it is just a small bedroom.

Ming Shu smiled, "Yes."

The reception opened another door and said, "This is the Erhu classroom. If you learn, I actually recommend you to learn Erhu."

Ming Shu said: "Why?"

The receptionist said: "Many boys learn erhu."

Ming Shu saw a trace of unnaturalness from the receptionist's eyes, "Is it just for this reason?"

"Hey..." the receptionist said embarrassedly: "In fact, we have only been open for a few months. Although the advertisement says that we can hand in all instruments, our teachers are not enough, such as Guqin and Xiaola. We have not found a suitable one. teacher."

Ming Shu folded his arms, "I see."

I found that the guests seemed to retreat, and the reception became anxious, "But our Pipa and Erhu teachers are very good. Pipa is suitable for girls, and Erhu is suitable for boys, sir, or you should try Erhu!"

The receptionist is a girl in her early twenties. She is tall and has a nice face, but she doesn't speak very well, and she always spoils the male guests.

Ming Shu took a step back, "I saw a decorative guzheng in your living room, and there is a close-up of the guzheng on the billboard at the door. I guess the guzheng is your main instrument."

The receptionist blinked, "Sir, you are so smart!"

"I want to sign up to learn Guzheng." Ming Shu said, "Are there any teachers recommended?"

"This..." The reception stammered again, "Actually, Guzheng is not suitable for boys."

Mingshu saw Xiao Yuan playing the guzheng before his eyes, and smiled: "But I just want to learn the guzheng."

"I, let me check it." The receptionist ran to the computer and clicked the mouse and the keyboard again, embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, our Guzheng teacher has students."

"That's a shame." Ming Shu said, "I heard that you have a Guzheng teacher named'Sha Chun' here..."

Before the words were over, the male teacher in the living room who taught children calligraphy suddenly gave his right hand.

This is actually a small movement, but it happens to be in Ming Shu's vision.

The ink dropped from the tip of the pen smeared on the paper, and the male teacher quickly took the paper off and crumpled it into a ball.

The child asked innocently: "Teacher Ling, your hands are shaking too!"

The male teacher looked at Mingshu awkwardly, and found that Mingshu was looking at him, quickly retracted his gaze, and whispered to the child: "The teacher was distracted just now."

Ming Shu continued unfinished words: "My friend said that Sha Chun is a professional performer of the Performing Arts Group, and I came here admiringly."

The receptionist obviously didn’t know about Sha Chun’s murder. “Master Sha Chun is indeed the best Guzheng teacher here, but she’s very busy and doesn’t come every day. There was her class last night, but she didn’t come. You still is……"

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and a woman in her thirties hurried in.

Ming Shu deliberately stepped aside.

The woman said to the receptionist: "Notify the guests who are taking classes in Sha Chun that Teacher Sha Chun will study abroad and will not come back in a short time. We will arrange a new Guzheng teacher."

"Huh?" The reception was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help looking at Ming Shu. "This gentleman still wants to..."

"Are you the boss here?" Ming Shu asked.

The woman's face was solemn, "Are you?"

Ming Shu took out his ID.

The woman took a deep breath.

"You are in a hurry to change teachers for Sha Chun's students. It seems that you already know what happened." Ming Shu said, "Find an empty room and chat alone?"