I heard Zhang Xue's inner cry and followed Zhang Xue to look for Jiang Yongning.Dreams no longer jump, but carry inertia continuously.Zhang Xue searched for a long time, listened to the invective of Jiang Yongning around him, staring at Qin Yijuan with anger, but unable to do anything.Until she was a flash, followed by the police handling the case, only one day to Jiang Yongning's home.

Jiang Yongning lived in an apartment, where the door was painted, and his parents looked stern and calm.Jiang Yongning hid in the bedroom, closed the doors and windows, closed the curtains, curled up his body, and did not cooperate with the police investigation.

The snow stopped and turned into a whisper of sobs.

The court decided that Jiang Yongning was not guilty, and the family of the deceased who was filled with hatred was chasing and intercepting the Jiang family, Zhang Xue saw his hagmorious parents, and then saw that the whole person had become the walking corpse of Jiang Yongning, and there was only room left in his heart.

I want to comfort this girl who has suffered a great change since she was 18 years old, but I can't do anything but watch her wander in the world.Her parents were sad, divorced, and then their families, deliberately forgot their daughter.Zhang Xue's heart was dead, staying on the campus of the 18th.

One night in the middle of the night, she saw Jiang Yongning, who had entered the school over the wall.Jiang Yongning dressed up and covered his face.He was thin and skinny at the time, and the movement of the wall was very clumsy.He turned around a few times in the school building, found an unlocked window, turned the window into the classroom.Jiang Yongning gasped and looked for clues in the classroom that had not yet been re-opened after the burning.Looking at him, he didn’t know what he was looking for or how to find it.

Snow followed Jiang Yongning.Jiang Yongning has moved and is ready to move out of the city.During the day, he flipped through the books of criminal investigation, and at night, he sneaked to the school to find clues.

Jiang Yongning listed the suspect's form, relying on the then-underdeveloped network, he found any suspicious prisoners: wanted criminals, prisoners released after the completion of the sentence, detained suspicious people ... he did not expect Qin Yijuan.

The investigation lasted 21 years.

Zhang Xue so close to see the year's clear and cowardly boy into a taciturn freak, closed himself up, to investigate the truth of the arson case.He even had a feud with his parents for this, alone, eating the simplest noodles, taking out the most out of the criminology books, going through the criminology books, going to investigate the suspects, hiring detectives, and using all kinds of means.

In the twenty-first year, Zhang Xue saw a picture of Jiang Yongning’s hired detective.

“This is your teacher, Qin Yijuan, isn’t it?”To say suspicion, she is the most suspect, she has the time and means to act.”

“How is it possible?”Jiang Yongning made a dull voice, and his tone was calm, as if there was no emotional robot.

"The police suspected her that year, and the result of the investigation was the same as yours, there is no evidence, but they prosecuted you and did not prosecute her."Because public opinion is against you, the families of those who are dead need a channel to vent, and they believe that you are a prisoner.”

Zhang Xue did not understand, Jiang Yongning continued to keep his face expressionless.

I sighed silently.

Such a big case can not be broken, but it is impossible to find clues and murderers, Jiang family and the family of the deceased under the double pressure, the police will throw the case out, by the court to do the final judgment.This is a case in which the police know it is impossible to win, and only those outsiders will clamor for the injustice of the law.

“There is no evidence.”Jiang Yongning said.

"It's not entirely without evidence."The detective came up with a piece of information, "Qin Yijuan received psychological treatment for a period of four years before the crime, and has been controlling the condition since then."More than 20 years ago, psychologists were a rare profession, and our country had no concept of this at that time.Qin Yijuan said that it is psychological treatment, rather than treating neurasthenia.She has a habit of taking sleeping pills.In other words, she had a way to get sleeping pills.At that time, the conditions for autopsy were limited, but more than 30 people, to control their stay in the fire, not just by closed doors and windows is enough.She should have mixed sleeping pills in food, given to the dead, and then set fire to the people.”

Jiang Yongning trembling his hands on the paper, "The police found wine at the scene."

"Those who are ready to travel, drinking to help the journey is possible, but it is not possible to get all drunk."The detective said unceremonially.

Jiang Yongning's stout tangle was drummed up because of his force, "there is no motive for the crime."

“The reason Qin Yijuan received psychological treatment was that her daughter died of rape and murder, and when she was found, it was a naked body, very... tragic.”The detective added, “Her daughter, who was eighteen, died on the eve of the college entrance examination.”

“You are nonsense!“Did Mr. Qin kill one of our class students for this?”Jiang Yongning broke out in anger and hammered the table.

Zhang Xue's heart radiated: "Gan Yongning, it is she... it is her..."

“This is my reasoning, which can only be said to be reasoning, without any evidence.If she really committed the crime, she was in the high school with you this beginning, thinking about killing you.For three years, slowly accumulate sleeping pills, alcohol and gasoline.At the time of the crime, the police will not investigate and will not find her purchase record.”The detective was calm.

“This is impossible!”Jiang Yongning's face was twisted, and the bloated face could not see that the face of the Qing Xiu boy was sad and angry.

"Mr. Jiang, that's what I found."

Jiang Yongning was angry and defiant for several days.

Zhang Xue had been talking around him, crying, but the voice could not be heard in his ears, even she could not hear it herself.Her voice was broken, she had become a ghost, she could not speak, she could not identify the murderer.

Jiang Yongning spent another two years to escape and accept the fact that the biggest suspect was not the murderer who traveled to Minqing City, but Qin Yijuan, the class teacher who spent three years in the morning and evening.

However, there is no evidence.At that time, the police could not find evidence, the best detectives could not find evidence, and Jiang Yongning could not find it.

He was tortured for twenty-three years, the most difficult thing is the last two years, do not want to believe, and have to believe.

Jiang Yongning could not bear it, went to school to find Qin Yijuan as a face-to-face.

Qin Yijuan indifferently denied: "I am sad about their death, I also think I am wrong, if I can care more about you and them, things will not happen."Nor should I agree that you should gather in the middle of the night and set out for a trip."

Jiang Yongning's expression relaxed.

"Not Teacher Qin."Jiang Yongning had a fight and left the school, “Who is it?”Who else might be...”

“It is her!It's her!"Snow boiled inside.

I felt the rising flame.

Jiang Yongning's footsteps stopped and looked back at the teaching building.

Don't investigate again, there is no result... Jiang Yongning, don't waste our lives on us anymore.We are already dead!

The view moved down and turned into darkness.Snow should be squatting on the ground, holding his head and crying.

“Are you still here?”

The sound of Qin Yijuan awakened Zhang Xue.

The field of view lit up again, left and right, found Qin Yijuan standing in front of him, and also found Jiang Yongning sitting in the corner of the side.Jiang Yongning looked at the school building.

After school, all the high school students left.The path behind the back door of the school was silent.

Snow looked at Qin Yijuan with hatred.Through the eyes of Zhang Xue, I saw the irony and hatred in Qin Yijuan’s eyes.