Rewind ten minutes, when Teacher Wang was still in the makeshift interrogation room.
"Back then, we didn't have an 'God's-eye view.' We only found out about this because Han Feifei was pregnant. And it was her classmates who first revealed that Han Feifei was pregnant," Teacher Wang recalled, recounting events from a year ago.
High school sophomores, at the prime of their lives, are wasting their time studying and messing around. That was their first impression of Han Feifei.
With this preconceived notion, the school's first reaction was to expel the student.
If a student has a problem, they are asked to leave. This method is clumsy but effective; the leaders are all afraid of getting into trouble.
However, when Han Feifei's mother came to the school, she explained that her daughter had been 'bullied' and said she would 'seek legal help'.
Because the day Han Feifei had the accident was a weekday, and she lived on campus, the school also bears undeniable responsibility. If the matter becomes public, they will also be held accountable, which would be undesirable for both sides.
"My daughter absolutely cannot drop out of school; I can't bear the shame!"
So after discussing it, both sides decided not to punish Han Feifei and to let the matter end once she returned from the hospital.
The school hopes to quell the controversy, so they are not publicizing the matter and hope that it will be forgotten over time.
However, the students didn't see it that way. Confined to the school, they were all full of energy, able to play with even a bone for half a day; how could they possibly let such news pass them by?
Rumors began circulating at school, saying that Han Feifei was doing all sorts of things off-campus, having relationships with many men, and frequenting brothels... all sorts of disgusting comments.
These rumors even reached the ears of parents, who called to say that such students were negatively impacting their children and demanded that they be expelled.
The school was caught in a dilemma and ultimately chose to remain silent.
With the end of the second year of high school approaching, Ms. Wang, the homeroom teacher, is very busy every day. This is the first class she has taught all the way to the third year, and it marks the beginning of her professional career. Ms. Wang doesn't want any problems to arise.
Therefore, even though she knew that the students in the class were ostracizing Han Feifei, Teacher Wang still chose not to interfere with the students' behavior.
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"I just hoped to lead this class well and avoid any problems. But problems still arose." Teacher Wang covered her face, looking very distressed.
"One day I saw Han Feifei come out of the toilet completely soaked. I knew it was another prank."
"If she just bear with it, maybe everyone will forget about it after a while, and it will all be fine. That's what I thought at the time." Teacher Wang didn't want to cause trouble, so even if she realized something was wrong, she just advised her to go home and rest for a couple of days.
"How can we tolerate this? This is a crime!" The young police officer slammed his finger on the table, standing up agitated.
The veteran officer quickly pulled him off the plane, then asked in a calm tone, "You know, our country just amended the law governing school violence, right?"
Unlike the younger officers, the older officers appeared calm and collected, but the more amiable they were, the more pressure Mr. Wang felt.
"When something happens on campus and is caused by students using language, physical actions, the internet, or weapons to infringe on another person's physical or psychological well-being, reputation, or rights, we don't call it 'pranks,' but 'campus violence.'"
The veteran police officer spoke as if teaching an ignorant child, each word so clear, but Teacher Wang bit her lip and clenched her hands tightly.
He seemed to be saying: Students are young and don't understand the law, so they act recklessly. How come teachers don't understand the law either?
Teacher Wang shook her head with tears in her eyes: "I have always regretted my inaction. If I had stopped it back then, how could it have developed into this situation?"
She cried bitterly, but the old police officer narrowed his eyes at her words: "It's gotten to this point? Do you know something? You seem very certain that this student's death is related to the student who jumped off the building before."
Ms. Wang was taken aback; she hadn't expected the veteran police officer to be so perceptive. She hesitated, unsure whether she should speak.
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"You already have someone in mind," the veteran officer said confidently.
Teacher Wang responded with silence.
"Do you think you're doing this for that person's good just because you're not going to speak up? Every crime leaves a trace. One person has died now, but can you say there won't be new victims in the future?"
The old police officer's words made Teacher Wang break out in a cold sweat.
"If more people die in the future, then you are protecting crime and aiding and abetting evil."
Harboring criminals? Aiding and abetting evil? A crack appeared in Teacher Wang's psychological defenses.
The veteran officer's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, or like a knife plunged into Teacher Wang's heart: "Perhaps he was once a victim, but now he has become the perpetrator. Uncontrolled hatred is like an autumn wildfire, it will only burn more and more fiercely, harming both himself and others."
She couldn't bear the pressure and finally said, "There might be someone..."
After that, they called him "Xia Chuan," who is the victim's older brother, as mentioned by Teacher Wang. He transferred to the school this year and is currently the most suspicious person.
"Hello." Ren Yifei sat down, placing his hands on the chair. He was a little nervous, with beads of sweat on his forehead, but his expression remained calm.
"Your name is Xia Chuan? I heard you transferred here in your senior year of high school. Why did you suddenly transfer? At this crucial moment, it would be more beneficial for you to follow your original teachers and learn step by step."
Ren Yifei reached up and adjusted his glasses: "The competition in the city I worked in before was quite fierce. This is a small county town, so it feels more relaxed here."
"That sounds reasonable." The veteran officer nodded, picking up a disposable paper cup to drink some water.
The sound of picking up a paper cup, drinking water, and putting the paper cup down... these subtle sounds were extremely clear in this quiet room.
Along with the sound came a sense of oppression, as if someone was watching you.
Ren Yifei kept his head slightly lowered and remained motionless, with only the fine sweat on his forehead revealing his true feelings at that moment.
"Can you tell me what you did today and what your contact with the deceased was like?" The junior officer picked up his notebook, ready to take notes, while the senior officer was clearly more advanced, as he used a voice recorder.
"Yes, that's fine." Ren Yifei nodded.
He took a deep breath first, and then began to recall what he had done that day.
Ren Yifei's narration wasn't very smooth; he often had to stop and think before he could recall the details. So much had happened that day that he sometimes missed certain details.
"Wait a minute," the older officer interrupted him, "where did you go before?"
Interrupted, the narrative rhythm was disrupted again, so Ren Yifei had to repeat the places he had visited earlier.
This time, his narration differed somewhat in wording and details from the previous one, but he was indeed talking about the same thing.
Police often interrupt suspects during interrogations, suddenly changing their story and asking them to repeat it. This makes it easy to tell whether the person is genuinely recalling events or simply reciting lines.
Although Ren Yifei is an actor who memorizes lines, he wouldn't stumble on such small details. Moreover, he didn't lie; at most, he made some artistic modifications and deletions, and he has a clear conscience.
Furthermore, he didn't actually recount every single detail of his day. Human memory typically doesn't remember everything we do, so some omissions are bound to occur during a narration.
If someone can truly recount everything they did today, it can only mean two things: first, they are a genius with a photographic memory; second, they deliberately wrote these things down.
And so, after artistically omitting the trivial matters of 'snatching the phone,' 'turning on the phone,' and 'losing the phone and cigarettes,' Ren Yifei finished recounting his day's itinerary in fits and starts.
Of course, he also briefly recounted his interactions with Ikebo.
On the surface, Ren Yifei and Chi Bo have no interaction or conflict, but if Liu Jinjie dies, he might become the prime suspect.
"Regarding this photo of the victim," the junior officer said, as usual, showing a photo of Chi Bo's death.
Ren Yifei reflexively took a step back, almost tipping over with his chair. "Sorry." He felt he had overreacted, gave a dry laugh, and sat back down, but still avoided looking at the horrifying photo.
Most people react with this feeling when faced with photos of corpses of others who have died tragically: rejection and fear.
The young police officer put away his phone apologetically: "Regarding the deceased, what was his condition when you last saw him?"
"It's just…" Ren Yifei recalled Chi Bo's vomit before his death, his face turning pale as he dry-heaved, "It was just a short while ago, he vomited a lot of things. Not long after, the doctor came and said he was already…"
What do you think caused his death?
"I don't know, maybe it's an illness, maybe it's murder." Ren Yifei shook his head, trying to dispel the terrifying image in his mind.
"Why would you suspect murder?" the young officer looked up.
Ren Yifei smiled wryly: "We just had a full physical examination, and if there are any hidden serious illnesses, we can't even attend physical education class."
Did you know he smokes?
"I know," Ren Yifei nodded, then added with added credibility, "Most people in the class know."
"Did you know he might have died from smoking?" the young officer asked again.
Ren Yifei was stunned: "Huh? Lung cancer?...No, even in the late stage, it wouldn't progress that quickly. What do you mean? Did someone poison the cigarette? But I remember, Chi Bo forgot to bring cigarettes when he came."
The veteran officer laughed: "He didn't bring cigarettes himself, but the murderer did, and delivered them to Chi Bo in a special way."
Ren Yifei took a light breath, his expression quite complicated.
A flicker of anxiety crossed his face. After confirming the existence of a killer, he seemed to begin to care, as if his own safety was also threatened?
"Thank you for your cooperation. We will call you again if needed."
"OK."
After Ren Yifei left, only the master and apprentice remained in the room once again.
"What do you think?" The veteran police officer was testing his apprentice again.
"He did hide something; besides fear and repulsion, he also had a disgust for the dead. But the rest of the story is fine. Unless he's a seasoned master con artist, he can't control even his micro-expressions so perfectly."
"I think there are still many secrets about him that can be discovered."
The veteran officer analyzed with him: "He claimed that he had no conflict or contact with the deceased, but the pauses in his sentences when he occasionally mentioned the name were very interesting. I suspect that he already knew that the deceased had hurt his sister and wanted revenge."
The young police officer put away his notebook: "You mean he lied to me?"
The young police officer, who considered himself good at judging people, was quite taken aback. He went over it again and again, but couldn't find anything amiss.
"No," the old officer shook his head, "I'm just saying he had the motive and the idea, but there's no evidence that he put it into action."
Looking back on Ren Yifei's past achievements, he was already quite outstanding among his peers, but he still showed some naivety due to a lack of experience. The murderer, on the other hand, displayed a more composed and shrewd personality.
The veteran officer chuckled: "I think the person who did this was meticulous and had a very good understanding of human nature."
This is a euphemism for saying that it's not something a student of this age could do.
Ren Yifei walked to a corner outside the room amidst everyone's attention. His body looked somewhat stiff, and his face was expressionless.
His phone seemed to have received a message. He took it out and said, "Great, I knew you were trying to provoke me. You succeeded."
A reply from the artist.
Ren Yifei replied with "We'll see," put his phone back, and continued to sullenly squat in the corner.
Author's Note: Teacher Wang (the prophet): I am a good person.
Hunter: Not like it.
Afei (Wolf): I am a villager.
Hunter: Like.