Ai Liang shook off Xia Qinian, and when he saw that he didn't follow him, he gradually slowed down and walked into a lifestyle supermarket. There was a billboard outside the supermarket offering discounts for the third anniversary of its opening.
Naturally, he came here not to buy anything, but to meet the murderer himself.
Yue Qihua was right. You can't directly judge a person as the murderer without evidence, but Ai Liang did.
He saw the appearance of the murderer through Gao Jiajia's brain, and there was no more conclusive evidence than the victim himself.
That Wang Zi is the real murderer.
The moment Ai Liang saw Wang Zi in the morning, he recorded his brain waves and biological signals, and has been secretly observing him.
After the school holidays he returned home and shut himself in his room.
That's right, Wang Zi lives in Jinyang Community across the street.
Ai Liang took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, paid for it, and sat on a bench near the supermarket exit, scrolling through his phone, pretending to be a passerby enjoying the cool air in the supermarket.
On the surface, he was looking at his cell phone, but in fact, Ai Liang's consciousness was already focused on Wang Zi in the community building.
Boom, boom, boom.
Wang Zi sat at the desk, his strong heartbeat echoing in his ears through his chest.
He stared at the cotton gloves and mobile phone on the table, his body twisting uneasily.
He spent the entire morning at war between heaven and man.
I want to destroy the evidence but I am worried that the crime will be increased.
He wanted to voluntarily surrender, but he thought about the way his classmates, parents, and neighbors looked at him, and the label of a murderer that would be fixed on him in the future.
Thinking of this, his courage to surrender was exhausted when he walked to the living room and didn't even leave the house.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Wang Zi clenched his fists and his nails dug into his flesh without even noticing.
"What to do! What to do! Even if no one in the class knows about my relationship with Gao Jiajia, the police will find out about me sooner or later through the chat records! I am like this now...ahhhh!"
Wang Zi slammed his fist on the table with a loud bang, using pain to relieve his inner anxiety.
Since Ai Liang concluded that Gao Jiajia died of murder in the morning, Wang Zi has been panicking.
Wang Zi kept comforting himself: "It's okay, it's okay. I used the rope in the broken room of the glasses. If you want to doubt him, you also doubt him. As long as I destroy these gloves, there will be no evidence to prove that I am the murderer!"
Wang Zi kept hypnotizing himself to amplify his sense of luck, but the fear of being arrested by the police hung over his heart like a dark cloud.
The intense anxiety and rapid heartbeat made him retching from morning to now, and no matter what methods he tried, he could not relax himself.
In the end, he gave up the idea of surrendering and looked at the gloves on the table with a crazy face.
"That's right! There are also novels! We can't keep them!"
With trembling hands, Wang Zi took out a stack of A4 paper from the drawer, picked up the pair of white cotton gauze gloves and ran to the living room. He took a lighter from the shelf in the living room that his father usually used for smoking and ducked into the bathroom.
Wang Zi used a lighter to light the paper and then used the toilet to flush the ashes into the sewer.
With the sound of rushing water, his heart slowly calmed down strangely, which made him more determined to destroy the evidence.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
No matter how Wang Zi touched the water filling button, the water tank did not fill again.
Wang Zi turned on the faucet roughly, but there was still no water. Anxiety flooded Wang Zi's heart again. His breathing began to become rapid, and he was wheezing like a bull suffering from lung disease.
Wang Zi ran out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. There was no water in the faucet. He turned on the water purifier, but there was still no water.
"Huha, hooha, hooha."
Wang Zi stood in the living room blankly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
The infection of fear was overwhelming, his heart beat violently again, and he began to feel restless inside. He wanted to scream as hard as he could, but he was worried about attracting the attention of his neighbors.
This depressing atmosphere made his mood collapse even more, as if a group of ferocious-looking rats were biting and gnawing at his soul.
He grabbed the lighter and threw it to the floor, stamping on it frantically with his feet.
At this time, his face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and the drool and spittle at the corners of his mouth were shaking unbridled. It was not until an impatient roar came from downstairs that he was brought back to reality.
Wang Zi stopped and stepped on the metal cover of the lighter under his feet, but fortunately the lighter was still usable.
His heartbeat began to calm down, as if the vent just now had vented all his anxiety and fear, and his heart was extremely peaceful.
Returning to the bathroom, he pressed the lighter and lit the remaining papers. Looking at the burning A4 paper, a smile appeared on his lips, but he stopped when there were only a few sheets left.
These pages only told about the hero's future life and had little to do with the previous ones. In the end, he folded these pages and planned to keep them as souvenirs.
Just then there was a knock on the door, and his hand trembled and he dropped sparks on his slippers.
After hurriedly extinguishing the sparks with the remaining water in the nozzle pipe, he tiptoed to the living room and looked out the door through the peephole.
The person outside the door was not a policeman but a middle-aged man wearing a vest. Wang Zi recognized him. He was the resident downstairs.
"Is there a problem?"
Wang Zi opened a crack in the door and stuck his head out.
"What are you doing at home? Puff-puff-dong-dong! Are you bothered by the hot weather?"
The middle-aged man stared at him with an unfriendly expression, his tone full of impatience, and he shrugged his nose: "Why is there still a stench?"
"I'm sorry, there was a cockroach in the house just now and I was busy fighting the cockroaches. It made a bit of noise."
Wang Zi forced an apologetic smile, but there was a murderous intention in his heart.
This murderous intention even startled him, and he quickly bit his tongue to dispel it.
"Hitting cockroaches? Hitting people doesn't make as much noise as you do! Remember to be more careful next time, or I will go to the property management company to complain about your home!"
The middle-aged man only went upstairs to warn him because the weather was too hot and he got angry. Seeing that his attitude was good, he didn't bother to continue to pester him.
"Sorry, there won't be a next time."
Wang Zi watched the leaving middle-aged man slam the door and slowly sit on the ground with his back against the security door. The back of his shirt was already wet with cold sweat.
After sitting on the ground for a while and waiting for his legs to regain consciousness, Wang Zi returned to the bathroom.
The paper was finished, but the gloves were not yet. The two gloves fell to the ground and were wet with water. He tore up a garbage bag and put the gloves in.
Surveillance everywhere during the day would definitely leave traces, and he planned to go out at night to dispose of the gloves.
Little did he know that all his actions and thoughts were seen by Ai Liang.
A few hundred meters away.
Ai Liang, who was sitting on the chair, was a little confused. How did Wang Zi, with his mental quality, think of wearing gloves to commit the crime and frame the glasses?
Based on the analysis of his psychological activities just now, it is more likely that he would kill impulsively.
Ai Liang, who didn't want to understand, decided to pry into Wang Zi's memory. He was worried that everything Wang Zi did was instigated by someone.
The outcome was unexpected.
These techniques were all learned from the A4 paper he had just burned. There was a novel printed on the stack of A4 paper.
The character of the protagonist of the story is very similar to Wang Zi. He has few friends and lives alone in the class. Because his mother is a teacher, she has very strict learning requirements, even to the point of depression.
His father unexpectedly made a fortune and started a small business. This is simply Wang Zi's life biography.
This stack mainly tells the life story of the protagonist in junior high school: the protagonist was originally an inconspicuous member of the class. By chance, a hero rescued a beauty and met the class beauty. The relationship between the two quickly heated up after an incident. This relationship did not exist in the class. On the surface, they are strangers, but they occasionally go out together on weekends.
Whenever people around him praise the class beauty, the protagonist will secretly laugh, feeling proud that he is the one closest to her.
This relationship lasted for nearly two years. Just when the protagonist planned to confess his love to the class beauty in the graduation season and shock everyone, he heard a piece of news that shocked him. The class beauty planned to confess to a boy in the next class.
The protagonist, who couldn't accept it, asked Ban Hua out to ask if the rumors were true, and she answered in the affirmative.
It turns out that she didn't treat the protagonist as a love interest from the beginning to the end, which made the protagonist feel betrayed.
He tolerated the class beauty playing with other boys and tolerated her having affairs because he knew he was closest to her, but all these were just delusions of an adolescent boy, and the reality was cruel.
The protagonist used a note to invite the class girl out one night, then strangled the scavengers who came to school to collect waste and escaped legal sanctions.
The story has no ending. It ends when the scavengers are sentenced and the protagonist starts a new life. Maybe the author hasn't finished writing yet.
This stack of novels was discovered by Wang Zi on a stone table in the community two years ago. Because the author's writing skills are too profound, the plot rendering is very good, and he is similar to the protagonist, he has never been willing to throw it away.
And he also rescued the harassed Gao Jiajia from an old man who picked up rags after reading the novel.
During that time, Wang Zi even regarded this stack of A4 paper as the golden finger in online novels. Not only did he wrap it in a cover, he also named it the Book of Prophecy, and frantically searched for the rest of the story.
Later, Wang Zi's mind gradually matured, and he gradually calmed down when he reached the third grade of junior high school.
Like the protagonist in the book, he enjoys sharing the secret with Gao Jiajia and firmly believes that he will not make the same mistakes as the protagonist.
Because the red string tied to his left hand was a gift from Gao Jiajia, and he didn't take it off even if it became fluffy. He was different from the dog-licking protagonist.
A person's arrogance will make him unable to recognize himself. In fact, he is no different from the protagonist.
Wang Zi recalled the plot in the novel, recalled the sincere emotions of the protagonist in the story and applied it to himself, recalled everything he and Gao Jiajia had experienced, jealousy and anger overwhelmed his mind.
He disguised Gao Jiajia's suicide according to the method introduced in the novel. Even if he found out that it was not suicide, he could still pin the blame on the glasses.
It was precisely with these two insurances that he was able to do such a heartbreaking thing with confidence and boldness.
Now as long as the gloves used in the crime are destroyed, there will be no evidence to prove that he killed Gao Jiajia.
Ai Liang, who understood the whole story from his memory, could not speak for a long time. After a long time, he took a sip of water and let out a sigh of relief.
Ai Liang hunched over and stared blankly at the people coming and going in the supermarket, quietly waiting for nightfall.
...
I don’t know how long it took.
Ai Liang's dazed look happened to be seen by students from the same school who came to the supermarket to buy things. He was more or less a celebrity in the school, and he was well-known.
Ai Liang has been number one in the grade since he arrived at this school. He will be named and praised at every school assembly and everyone will be called on to learn from him.
He often speaks as a student representative, and with his handsome and handsome face, it's hard not to be famous.
When the classmate saw Ai Liang's dazed look, he thought he was emotionally hurt because of Gao Jiajia's incident, so he bought a pack of marshmallows for him in the supermarket to make him look away.
Although Ai Liang didn't recognize this strange female classmate who was staring fiercely at his face, he still said thank you.
Seeing that Ai Liang made no other move, the classmate curled his lips and left.
Wang Zi had no intention of going out during the day, and Ai Liang had no intention of leaving either. They just sat there until dark.
At night, the number of people in the supermarket gradually increased.
Ai Liang didn't wait until Wang Zi went out but met the classmate from the afternoon again.
"You're still here. You've been sitting here all afternoon and you still haven't gone home?"
The female classmate did not leave directly this time, but sat down next to Ai Liang.
Let me ask you all, if one day when you were a student, you found the beauty in the class sitting on the bench sadly (from the perspective of a passerby) and not moving for a whole afternoon.
When she sees you and you see her, will you turn a blind eye and leave?
This was a God-given match. This classmate planned to try again, so she started talking to Ai Liang.
"What's up?"
Ai Liang turned to look at her expressionlessly.
He must be trying not to cry!
The girl looked at Ai Liang's neither happy nor sad expression and felt sorry for him: "It's nothing, I just saw you sitting here all afternoon and wanted to talk to you...Is it because of Gao Jiajia?"
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Ai Liang looked at her in confusion, who was this person?
I don’t want to admit it, but it’s so cool to bear the pain alone.
The girl couldn't help but giggle, but she quickly reacted and coughed twice with a deep look on her face: "Ahem, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that Gao Jiajia doesn't want you to stay depressed like this, right? Let go of the past that you can't bear to look back on. Starting a new life is the greatest way to honor the deceased.”
After saying that, she looked up at the ceiling of the supermarket.
Is this person out of his mind?
Even though Ai Liang couldn't express his emotions and anger now, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
The girl's eyes were almost blinded by the electric lights in the supermarket and she didn't hear Ai Liang's answer. She had no choice but to quietly observe Ai Liang's reaction with the corner of her eye.
Misstep! Nothing can be seen now!
After staring at the light bulb for so long, there were black shadows everywhere I looked.
"Oh, you have to cheer up no matter what!"
She patted Ai Liang's direction based on her feeling, and luckily she hit Ai Liang's shoulder: "It's getting late, go home quickly!"
After saying that, the energetic girl turned around and walked towards the exit of the supermarket, and then her head hit the glass door.
"Tsk, it hurts, it hurts..."
When something so embarrassing happened, she ran away without caring about her temperament. She fell down at the door again and lay on the ground for about two seconds. She suddenly got up and sprinted out of sight of passers-by.
'Encounters in TV dramas are indeed all lies! '
"Where did this come from?" Ai Liang looked at the direction in which she disappeared speechlessly.
According to the plan, she left a deep impression on Ai Liang perfectly, but unfortunately it was all negative.
The night gradually deepened, and everyone who went out for a walk went home to wash up and sleep. The supermarket was about to close. Ai Liang found a bench in a nearby garden to sit down and wait for Wang Zi to go out.
Anyway, his parents seldom come home and would never find out that he stayed up at night. Even if they found out, they probably wouldn't care. In their minds, it would be better if Ai Liang was gone.
The lights of the residents in the community are extinguished one by one. This is not the city center, and there are no entertainment venues nearby, so there are very few pedestrians. Only the patrol police occasionally pass by.
Ai Liang threw away the mineral water bottle and stood up - Wang Zi was going out.
