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The incident of students jumping off a building has always attracted attention, but now that new media is developed and the Internet spreads rapidly, the incident of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School and Senior Three students jumping to their death immediately spread widely on the Internet.Later, the Public Security Bureau confirmed that it was a suicide, and the public opinion was a little bit weaker.But with the occurrence of the second case of jumping from a building, there was another storm on the Internet.

Two consecutive cases of students jumping from a building, in the same school, in the same grade, with such a short interval, public opinion reached a new height at that time.

Now, with the occurrence of the third case of jumping from a building, and with the intervention of the Municipal Bureau, the direction of public opinion on the Internet has also changed, and such comments as "there is a hidden murderer in Huacheng No. [-] High School" emerge in endlessly.

The school has been greatly affected, and the students have become impetuous, unable to prepare for the exam with peace of mind.As a result, the parents started to make trouble—this series of incidents was exposed on the Internet again, causing a new wave of discussion.

Although the relevant departments have controlled speech, it still cannot stop the enthusiastic netizens.

Song Buzhi only swiped his phone for a while before he was overwhelmed by the imagination of the netizens.

There are probably three factions on the Internet. One faction says that so many students must have committed suicide when they saw them jump off.One group is keyboard warriors, the stench in their mouths has been there for an unknown amount of time, and the swear words that they utter are unbearable to look at, and honest old people are afraid they will have a heart attack.

There is another faction, that is, all kinds of speculation.From the fact that there are ghosts and dirty things on the campus, to the fact that the jumpers are afraid of being possessed by something, to the fact that someone has witchcraft and remote control, to predicting when the next jumper will jump off... the speculation is getting more and more bizarre.

"Everyone is so talented, you can write novels." Song Buzhi nestled in the disciplinary office, reading with relish.

It was already night now, and he was disciplined to go out to discuss the case with his colleagues, but Song Buzhi didn't go, so he waited for him in his office.

"However..." Song Buzhi said to himself, "If these jumping cases are also related to 'M1', then maybe we can't use common sense to think about it... If you think about it this way, maybe the guesses of netizens are worth referring to?"

Song Buzhi took out a piece of A4 paper, and wrote on it what the netizens were thinking about—ghosts, invisibility, witchcraft remote control, mind control, hypnosis...

Song Buzhi turned his head, let out a "huh" and murmured, "Mind control..."

He opened the browser on his phone and searched for "mind control".

"Mind control, also known as mind control or mind control, has something in common with brainwashing. It usually refers to groups or individuals using some amoral manipulation methods to persuade someone to change themselves according to the desire of the manipulator...Mind control mainly through disintegrating the individual Self-knowledge enables individuals to completely change their views on their own experience and personality, and instills new values ​​and world views, thus making individuals dependent on an organization and individual, and becoming a tool of this organization..." (Note 1)

This is an explanation from an encyclopedia.

"It sounds achievable..." Song Buzhi murmured, "If there is someone who can control the three students through the mind... let them jump down..."

"What about hypnosis..."

Song Buzhi propped his chin to think for a while, and then searched for information on the Internet, and felt that hypnosis seemed possible.

As for the others, witchcraft or something, it's too unimaginable.

As for invisibility, Song Buzhi felt that this thing was the same as his own ability to possess, and it was even more unbelievable, not something normal humans would have.

"Mental manipulation." Something seemed to slowly settle in Song Buzhi's eyes, and he planned to investigate this aspect.

Judging from the current investigation, the only intersection of the three jumpers is Cui Cheng's math tutoring class.

Cui Cheng.

Cui Cheng's materials are still on the desk of discipline.

Song Buzhi picked it up and looked at it again, looking at the printed black letters word by word.

But still can't see the flaw.

Half an hour later, discipline returned, and the two returned home together.

Song Buzhi was silent all the way, and when he got home, he knocked him on the head disciplinedly, and asked, "What bad things are you thinking about?"

Song Buzhi wanted to ask with a smile, "Will you arrest me if I do something bad", but he didn't laugh.

He told discipline about the thoughts that came up at night.

Discipline said: "We also discussed this possibility in the evening discussion."

But most people disagreed.

Hypnosis, mind control, such things are so illusory.

That Cui Cheng, which point seems to have such a powerful method?

Is it his squinting eyes, or his beer belly?

But Song Buzhi pursed his lips and said, "I plan to meet him."

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After Cui Cheng finished his day's work, he nodded goodbye to every colleague he met, walked down the stairs slowly, and walked slowly to the gate.

Before the sun had completely set, the hazy yellow light shot from the distant horizon, shot on Cui Cheng's face, and shot into his eyes.But his eyelids drooped, covering his expression.

It looked like he squinted because of the sun's glare, which made him uncomfortable.

He tightened the briefcase under his arm and walked to the next bus stop.

This bus stop is facing Huacheng No. [-] Middle School.

Cui Cheng stood in the bus stop and glanced at the bus arrival warning sign next to him - the bus he was waiting for was only one stop away.

He took the bus almost every day, and the more he took the bus, the more he gained experience. He knew that when he came out at this time, he would just be able to take the bus that was coming.

If you come out early, you have to wait a few more minutes in the sun.If you come out late, you have to wait a few more minutes.

He can grasp the timing just right every time, just as he can grasp the timing of the students jumping off the building.

Today is not a holiday every Friday afternoon, the gate of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School opposite is closed, and no one is seen walking around. The air flowing across the road is quiet.

But the quietness is only superficial, and Cui Chengcheng's facial features that seemed to be smiling suddenly revealed a smile, and he moved his lips almost invisibly: "Tit for tat..."

Not far away, the traffic light flashed, the yellow light passed, the green light turned on, and the bus that Cui Cheng was waiting for came.

The car door opened, and Cui Cheng stepped up and walked up.

There are not many people on this bus, even during the rush hour, it is not full.Because this bus passes through very few residential areas, and there are no crowded stops.

Cui Cheng walked towards the last row while glancing out of the window.He saw a police car just driving into the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau next to Huacheng No. [-] Middle School.

His squinting eyes flashed, as if showing a hint of contempt.

He had reached the last row, so he looked away and sat down.

He used to sit in the last row on the far left, and it was the same today.

After sitting down, he recalled in his mind the process of Discipline and Song Buzhi asking him for questioning, recalling the conversation between himself and the police sentence by sentence, and felt that there was no problem.But if there are problems, don't be afraid.

He hooked his lips, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.But the smile was so fleeting that no one caught it.In the next second, Cui Cheng was that Cui Cheng again, with a three-point smile without saying anything, with a kind face like a bad guy.

Cui Cheng lived in the only residential area that the car passed by.

This is an urban village, and the house is about [-] to [-] years old. Even though the facade has been redecorated over the years, it can be seen at a glance its age and its incompatibility with the tall buildings next door.

Most of the people living here are elderly people who have lived in Huacheng for most of their lives.

Cui Cheng met a grandma at the gate of the community, and the grandma held him cordially, and chatted with him about family affairs, saying that his eldest grandson was admitted to the current university because of his tutoring back then, and when his younger grandson entered high school , and asked his parents to send him to Cui Chengna for tutoring.

Cui Cheng responded modestly a few times, then skillfully got out of his body, bid farewell to grandma, and walked to the building where he lived.

On the way, I met a few more grandpas and grandmas.They seemed to know Cui Cheng very well, and they all greeted him kindly, and some even had a chat.Cui Cheng also stopped, without the slightest impatience, and the smile on his face remained undiminished.

By the time he returned to his home, it was already more than half an hour later.

He put down his briefcase and touched his ball-like stomach—hungry.

There are leftovers from last night's food in the refrigerator, and there is overcooked rice in the rice cooker last night.He reheated them directly, and didn't care if the taste changed, so he ate them in big mouthfuls.

Even if it solves dinner.

For him, it doesn't matter what he eats, as long as he can fill his stomach.

He casually flushed the bowl and chopsticks under the faucet, and put them aside to dry, not caring that there was still a grain of rice sticking to the edge of the bowl.

He ate, washed the dishes as usual, wiped his hands clean, carefully took out a mobile phone, and made a call.

The phone was connected quickly.

The moment the phone was connected, Cui Cheng's expression suddenly became much more serious.Although he still seemed to be smiling, there was obvious respect in this smile.

"Boss," he said.

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and Cui Cheng answered "Yes", and then told the person verbatim about his conversation with Discipline and Song Buzhi.

Cui Cheng explained it in great detail, even Song Buzhi's little tricks of scrutinizing him carefully.

Cui Cheng: "He is observing me. I feel it is obvious. He has been observing my every move, every word and every action from the beginning to the end. I feel that this person is not simple."

Cui Cheng: "Yes, Song Buzhi is not discipline. Discipline is as you said, sharp and aggressive, and it is difficult to deal with. But I think Song Buzhi is not easy to deal with."

Cui Cheng: "He looks inconspicuous and weak, but... Boss, you know that I am academic, I teach mathematics, and I can't say specific adjectives... But that person, I don't feel that simple."

Cui Cheng: "Lu and the others have also been in contact with him, but they didn't say what about Song Buzhi, I know that. But, boss, among the five people, I have the most keen and accurate grasp of people's feelings. And Lu and the others They're all too arrogant."

Cui Cheng: "Liu Wentao had contact with this man named Song Buzhi before he died. And Lu Haocai's bullet was shot at Song Buzhi at that time, but Liu Wentao suddenly got out of the car and stood between the two of them, and the bullet hit him Boss, think about it, would a person like Liu Wentao do something desperate? His research has not yet been completed."

Cui Cheng: "Boss, you have also been in contact with Song Buzhi, and you feel that he..."

Cui Cheng: "Don't worry, I expect Song Buzhi to come to me again. I will check him out."

Cui Cheng: "Yes, there is one more person, I will not let him go."

Cui Cheng hung up the phone and put it away carefully.

Then he went into the bathroom and took a shower.After taking a shower, I went straight to sleep.

It was just after eight o'clock at night.

Discipline is still working overtime at the city bureau, and Song Buzhi is still swiping his phone in the discipline office.

And two hours later, when they returned home, Song Buzhi told Discipline that he wanted to meet Cui Cheng.

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Xie Qitian was called into the office by discipline.

Discipline had the word "serious" written all over his face, Xie Qitian's expression also froze, his back straightened subconsciously, and asked: "Ji team, what happened?"

There won't be any moths in the case of jumping from a building...

Discipline: "This weekend, if I'm not by Song Buzhi's side, you follow him secretly. If you see him look different, bring him back directly."

Xie Qitian was astonished as if he had been stuffed with a bulging balloon. He restrained his expression and said, "Team Ji, do you suspect that Consultant Song is an insider?"

discipline:"……"

Discipline didn't go into detail, he only said that Song Buzhi was going to attend Cui Cheng's class this weekend, but he was worried that Cui Cheng's problem would be detrimental to Song Buzhi, but it was inconvenient to startle the snake, so he could only watch secretly.

Xie Qitian heaved a sigh of relief. He heard Discipline say something just now. He thought that Discipline's sincerity was wrong... After coughing, Xie Qitian asked, "Does Consultant Song doubt Cui Cheng?"

Discipline: "We discussed this issue at the meeting last night. Cui Cheng, as the only point of intersection of the three deceased, cannot be suspicious."

Xie Qitian nodded, and took over the task of secretly protecting Song Buzhi.

The investigation into the experiences of the parents of Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu and Ma Jinbo in the past 20 years is still ongoing.For a long time, the police could not investigate completely for a while.

Disciplinary looked at the information that the police have investigated so far, and found nothing unusual about their experiences, nor did they find any overlap in their life trajectories.

Twenty years ago, Lin Yunxiang's parents were still in the countryside, and they came to Huacheng to work together a year later, and Lin Yunxiang was born the next year.From the beginning, they worked for others, and then sold so-called tourist souvenirs in a scenic spot in Huacheng. After selling for a few years, they made a down payment and bought a house in Huacheng until now.

The life experience is clear at a glance and straightforward.

Yan Ziqiu's father is a taxi driver, and his mother is a confinement wife. Their greatest hope is for their daughter to be a civil servant after graduating from university, enter the system, and have a decent and stable job.

——My daughter is a civil servant, it's so embarrassing to say it.

——In this way, the person I'm looking for in the future can also be a public official.

These thoughts of Yan Ziqiu's parents, the police just went to their neighbors to inquire about them.It is said that Yan's father and Yan's mother often talked about it.

Yan's father and Yan's mother just got married 20 years ago. They are colleagues who work together in the same factory.They didn't change jobs until the factory closed down.The few jobs I changed were very common, and there was too little information, so I couldn't see anything.

Ma Jinbo's mother, Ma Xiaoyan, was in politics. She started from the grassroots and rose all the way up until she became the mayor of Huacheng two years ago.As for his father, he worked in the judiciary at first, but later resigned and became a lawyer. He and Hou Yisheng were colleagues.

Their resumes are clean and tidy, positive and positive, and they are not at the same level as the countless struggling people at the bottom.

Naturally, nothing can be seen.

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Note 1: Extracted from Baidu Encyclopedia.