Sha Chun's mother, Yong Huan, was long overdue.
This dignified woman was wearing a black dress, handbag and earrings were also black, looking extremely solemn.
But this solemnity is delicate and cold.
Mingshu was not in the bureau, and Xiao Yuan was facing Yong Huan in the interrogation room.
Several police officers who witnessed Yong Huan entering the interrogation room stood in the corridor and were a little surprised.
His own daughter was killed, but Yong Huan's hair was not messed up, and his face was wearing light makeup. It was hard to say that the heavy eyes were due to sadness.
Xiao Yuan looked at Yong Huan, but was not surprised.
He had seen too many family members of the victims, some were crying, some were silent, some were going mad, and there were many calm like Yong Huan.
Between parents and children, in the final analysis, they have to go their separate ways, but some families are tied tightly, and some families are separated after living.
There are tight contradictions, and there are also unfortunate misfortunes. No one has the position to criticize each other's life with their own choices.
"I don't understand Sha Chun's current life." Yong Huan's voice was a little hoarse, combined with her red eyes, she should have cried not long ago, but this loss of motherhood is obviously very restrained, "She has always been to me and her father. There was a grudge that we shouldn't have divorced when she was underage. In high school, she didn't live with me, and she didn't come home during the winter and summer vacations. After college, she had less contact with me."
Xiao Yu'an asked, "When was the last time you met?"
Yong Huan expected this question a long time ago and answered quickly, "In April three years ago, my current husband came to Dongye City to discuss business, and I accompanied him. The other party invited us to watch a folk music performance, and that performance Sha Chun also exist."
Xiao Yu'an said, "It's actually such an occasion?"
"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Yong Huan smiled bitterly, "My relationship with Sha Chun is very abnormal. She doesn't like me, and I don't have much affection for her. I don't care much about my own life. Before that performance , we haven't seen each other for more than a year, and every time we meet, we break up for various reasons. I sometimes ask her 'is there a suitable person', and she says that when she needs me, I will I didn't care about her, so now she doesn't need my concern, what qualifications do I have to ask her again?"
Yong Huan sighed and added: "Actually, if I knew she would participate in the performance, I might not have gone there. After the performance, my husband said that it was fate, so we might as well have a meal together. As a result, it is better not to eat that meal. ."
"How?" Xiao Yuan asked.
Yong Huan shook his head, "She didn't want to see us at all. As soon as the food came to the table, she didn't eat two bites, and she said she had something to leave. I asked what was the matter, and she said that she invited a colleague to practice erhu together. You said, this excuse Does it hurt anyone?"
Xiao Yuan made no statement.
"If she wants to get rid of me, I will not pester her." Yong Huan continued: "I never contacted her again after that. But I am her mother after all, so I want to completely ignore her. In fact, I can't do it either. I'm a bit of a networker in Dongye City, and I occasionally inquire about her current situation from friends. I know that she bought a house and has never had a boyfriend. She found the job in the performing arts group by herself, and the salary is not low. , but it's not too high, and it's hard enough to pay the mortgage. I heard recently that in addition to her own job, she is also earning extra money at an outside agency, and I thought that if she was short of money, I... "
After a moment of silence, Yong Huan raised his face slightly and waited until the tears retreated before saying, "I didn't expect her to leave like this."
Xiao Yu'an said, "You said you didn't know about 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 the same. It's not particularly uncomfortable, but I feel stuck and can't vent. I There are not many people who can cooperate with your police. I can only ask you to find her murderer and let me bury her properly. As a mother, I am a failure. I want to do this last thing for her. "
"No, you can actually help us a lot. For example, let us know Sha Chun more comprehensively." Xiao Yu'an asked, "Sha Chun worked hard since he was a child?"
Yong Huan was a little confused, "Effort?"
Xiao Yu'an said, "Why don't you tell me what you think of Sha Chun as a student?"
Yong Huan bowed his head and recalled, "In terms of hard work, she has always been a very hard-working child. To be honest, Sha Chun is not very smart, and the teacher's evaluation of her is only 'hardworking'. You know, when a teacher evaluates a child, the first word is used. It must be the most shining part of this child. From childhood to adulthood, Sha Chun has been evaluated by teachers as 'hardworking', 'hardworking' and 'hardworking'."
Xiao Yu'an said: "There is no 'smart'."
"Yes. When she was in junior high school, there were very smart children in her class. She worked several times more than the other party, and her grades were not as good as the other party's." Yong Huan said: "I don't have any requirements for her. She She can't read and read well. Whether it's me or her father, she has the ability to send her abroad. But she is very strong. If she fails in the exam, she must do it the next time. She doesn't want to rely on us, I understand that. But she does seem to have a 'hard-working' kind of energy in her character."
Xiao Yuan repeated in a low voice: "Desperately."
Yong Huan said, "Well, she was never willing to admit her lack of talent."
"You said just now that Sha Chun was making extra money." Xiao Yuan changed the subject, "Do you know exactly what extra money is?"
Yong Huan nodded, "A training institution called 'Jianjia Bailu' has no qualifications, and Sha Chun is a teacher there."
After Mingshu left the entertainment group, he went directly to Sha Chun's home in Jiachuang Community.
The housing prices in Dongye City have soared in recent years, and Sha Chun is probably in financial trouble. The decoration of his two-bedroom, one-bedroom home is too simple. There is no sofa or coffee table in the living room, 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, with sleeping mats, mahjong mats and quilts in the tent. On one side of the 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 it's 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."
"Sleeping in a tent is not necessarily to save money," Mingshu said.
Fang Yuanhang asked, "What's that for? You can see from the decoration of this house that Sha Chun is short of money."
"You just said that tents are not cheap." Mingshu squatted in front of the tent, looking at the star lights and small wooden bookshelves inside, "Sha Chunrong is such a tent, obviously because she likes it—she enjoys the feeling of lying in it. , this relatively closed space is a small romantic world for her."
Fang Yuanhang got goosebumps, "Master, you are a man about 1.8 meters..."
Mingshu got up, "Huh?"
Fang Yuanhang said, "What a princess dream!"
Mingshu kicked the past.
The second bedroom has been transformed into a practice room, which is equipped with sound insulation equipment, and is equipped with guzheng, guqin, erhu, pipa and other musical instruments, as well as radio, video and other equipment.
Compared with the rudimentary living room and bedroom, this practice room is simply luxurious.
"She's recording her own performance video?" Mingshu fiddled with the guzheng lightly.
"Master, there are a lot of costumes here." Fang Yuanhang opened the simple wardrobe.
Mingshu instructed the technical investigator to investigate the computer in Sha Chun's practice room, and walked towards Fang Yuanhang, only to see daily clothes in one simple wardrobe, and performance clothes hanging in the other.
"It stands to reason that performance costumes are generally placed in the unit, and there is no need to bring them back." Mingshu took out one of them, "unless you have to start from home the next day, where to perform."
Fang Yuanhang said: "But it's too much, like she bought it herself."
Long before Mingshu and the others arrived, Xiao Man and other trace inspectors checked the interior and exterior. Except for Sha Chun, there were no footprints, fingerprints, or hair of any outsider in the room.
"Sha Chun lives a life that is completely independent and can even be said to be undisturbed. After get off work, she is immersed in her own world." Mingshu went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was clean and had no peculiar smell. There are yogurt, milk, fruit beer, apples, and unopened Lancome suits, "She enjoys this 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 to buy something." Mingshu suddenly felt a bit of contradiction, "It seems that she is still planning her future life and knows nothing about the possible dangers. But her behavior on the night of her murder was very strange. , like covering the murderer. Why did she go to the murderer's appointment calmly? Is that someone she knows very 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?" Mingshu thought deeply, but couldn't hear it for a while.
"Up masters are contributors." Fang Yuanhang said: "Everyone who uploads works to video sites and music sites is called up masters."
Mingshu knew this statement, and when he returned to the practice room, the technical investigator had already clicked on one of the videos.
In the picture, Sha Chun did not show his face, wearing a fairy-like gauze white clothes, playing the guzheng.
Fang Yuanhang said, "Shouldn't Sha Chun have a grudge against someone online?"
Mingshu said: "Killed because of online hatred?"
In recent years, there has been an upward trend in online vendettas. But compared with actual vendettas, online vendettas still only account for a tiny percentage. They are infinitely magnified by public opinion, so they attract a lot of attention, giving ordinary people an illusion that many people have been killed for offending people on the Internet.
In fact, online vendetta is limited by many objective factors. First of all, it is not easy to get the real information of the other party. Secondly, if it is in the same city, it is fine. If one is in the northeast and the other is in the southwest, to seek revenge across most of the country, this is not what normal people do. come out.
Fang Yuanhang watched the video for a while, "Sha Chun has never shown her face, and there are no guests visiting her house. If she hadn't made it public, no one should know her identity."
Mingshu observes more carefully than Fang Yuanhang, "There are generally two general tendencies in online feuding: one is that the two sides disagree and quarrel occurs, which often occurs in group games and political discussions; the other is being jealous and maliciously framed. , This kind of situation often happens to people with a certain reputation. As for Sha Chun, she is an up master, but you can see the number of views of her - this video was uploaded in January this year, more than half a year has passed, and only 30 clicks have passed. . Not a single comment, not a single barrage."
The technical investigation hurriedly returned to Sha Chun's homepage, which clearly displayed all the videos uploaded by Sha Chun - the first work published three years ago, and has published more than 200 works so far, with only seven fans, and the highest click is 72.
"She is such a self-entertaining boss, who will be jealous and frame her?" Mingshu said: "It is difficult for the audience to see her."
Fang Yuanhang frowned and thought for a while, "I was just thinking about whether Sha Chun would be a very popular up-master. After all, her equipment here is so professional, and she has a closet of costumes. As a result, there are so many hits. It's hard to imagine that she persisted for three years. Does this also mean that she is really untalented?"
Although he thinks that it is unlikely that Sha Chun was killed because of the Internet, since he found out that Sha Chun is an up master, Mingshu dare not take it lightly, and let the technical investigator follow Sha Chun's account on this website and add her to other accounts. Check your words and deeds.
At this moment, Xiao Yuan called.
"Xiao Bureau." Outsiders were present, and Mingshu's tone was quite decent.
Xiao Yu'an asked, "Where is it?"
"Jiachuang Community." Mingshu 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 Yu'an said: "Now you go to 'Jianjia Bailu' and navigate to the address, it is very close to Jiachuang Community."
Mingshu understood as soon as he heard it, "Is it Sha Chun's part-time job after get off work?"
"Yes." Xiao Yu'an said, "When it's time to do it, act accordingly."
The full name of "Jianjiabailu" is "Jianjiabailu Traditional Culture Learning Hall". The name sounds quite formal, but it is just a small training institution opened in a residential building.
In recent years, ancient styles have become popular among young people, and the popularity of ancient songs on the Internet is getting higher and higher. 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 open in office buildings, and more rent a house in residential buildings, and they can start recruiting students by putting up a billboard.
When Mingshu arrived at "Jianjia Bailu", three middle school students were learning calligraphy in the living room with a very young male teacher, and in several rooms inside, there were messy sounds of pipa and erhu.
The receptionist at the front desk thought that Mingshu was here to consult the class, so he warmly brought a cup of herbal tea, "Do you want to come to the class by yourself, sir, or help your girlfriend to consult?"
"Girlfriend?" Mingshu asked curiously.
The receptionist smiled and said, "Most of the people who come to our class are girls."
Mingshu heard the words, not in a hurry to reveal his identity, "Oh? What courses are there?"
"So you are consulting for your girlfriend, right?" The receptionist said, "The pipa, guzheng, bamboo flute, and..."
Mingshu interrupted, "No, I learn it myself."
The receptionist's eyes lit up, "Ah, what musical instrument are you more interested in?"
Mingshu walked to the room where the music was playing, "Can you take a look?"
"Ah, of course." The receptionist hurriedly led the way.
The house is furnished to the specifications of a residential building, with square brick in the living room and wooden floors in the rest of the rooms and hallways. The reception's high-heeled shoes rattled on the wooden floor. Mingshu looked at the ceiling subconsciously, thinking that there are a lot of people coming and going here every day. If everyone makes this kind of noise, the one who lives downstairs can't help it, so he should complain to the property management.
And the music from various rooms seems to be suspected of disturbing the people.
Before going upstairs, Mingshu had specially observed that most of the people living in this building were residents. Unlike some residential buildings that have been massively converted into office spaces.
"This is our pipa classroom." The receptionist pushed open a door, and a female teacher in her twenties was teaching one-on-one with girls with ponytails.
It's called a "classroom", but it's actually just a small bedroom.
Mingshu smiled, "Yeah."
The receptionist pushed open another door, "This is the Erhu classroom. If you want to learn, I actually recommend you to learn Erhu."
Mingshu said, "Why?"
The receptionist said, "Many boys learn erhu."
Mingshu saw a trace of unnaturalness in the eyes of the receptionist, "Just for this reason?"
"Hey..." The receptionist said embarrassedly, "Actually, we have only been open for a few months. Although the advertisement says that we can hand in musical instruments, we don't have enough teachers, like Guqin and Xiao, and we haven't found a suitable teacher yet. ."
Mingshu folded his arms, "So it is."
Seeing that the guests seemed to be retreating, the receptionist became anxious, "But our pipa and erhu teachers are very good. Pipa is suitable for girls, and erhu is suitable for boys. Sir, why don't you try erhu!"
The receptionist was a girl in her early twenties. She was tall and had a good face, but she was not very good at speaking, and she always sneered at male guests.
Mingshu took a step back, "I saw a decorative guzheng in your living room, and there is also 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." Mingshu said, "Is there any recommended teacher?"
"This..." The receptionist stammered again, "Actually, guzheng is not suitable for boys."
Mingshu saw Xiao Yu'an playing the guzheng before his eyes, and said with a smile, "But I just want to learn the guzheng."
"I, I'll check it out." The receptionist ran to the computer, and clicked the mouse and the keyboard again, for the sake of it: "I'm really sorry, our guzheng teachers have students."
"That's a pity." Mingshu said, "I heard that you have a guzheng teacher named 'Sha Chun' here..."
Before he finished speaking, the male teacher who taught calligraphy to the children in the living room suddenly slapped his right hand.
This is actually a small action, but it happens to be in Mingshu's field of vision.
The ink that fell from the tip of the pen smeared on the paper, and the male teacher hurriedly pulled out the paper and crumpled it into a ball.
The child asked innocently, "Teacher Ling, your hands are shaking too!"
The male teacher looked at Mingshu crampedly, and found that Mingshu was looking at him, he quickly retracted his gaze, and whispered to the child, "Teacher was distracted just now."
Mingshu continued, "My friend said that Sha Chun is a professional performer of the performing arts group, and I came here because of his name."
The receptionist obviously didn't know about Sha Chun's murder, "Mr. Sha Chun is indeed the best guzheng teacher here, but she is very busy and doesn't come every day. She had 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 walked in hastily.
Mingshu deliberately stepped aside.
The woman said to the receptionist, "Notify the guests who are taking classes at Sha Chun's place, saying that Mr. Sha Chun is going abroad to study and will not be back in a short time. We will arrange a new guzheng teacher."
"Ah?" The receptionist was stunned and couldn't help but look at Mingshu, "This gentleman still wants to..."
"Are you the boss here?" Mingshu asked.
The woman's face was solemn, "Who are you?"
Mingshu takes out the documents.
The woman gasped.
"You are in a hurry to change teachers for Sha Chun's students. It seems that you already know what happened." Mingshu said, "Find an empty room and chat alone?"