Chapter 4 Hanging

The next day before dawn, Ai Liang opened his eyes.

Today is Friday and the afternoon is about to have a holiday. He plans to get up early and go to his glasses to find some free books to spend the next two days. The previous novel is almost finished.

If you really don’t have a book, you can just read the mathematical formulas you usually write with your glasses.

Although Ai Liang made an appointment with Yang Xingyue to teach her in a bookstore, she did not teach her word by word for word for word for word for word for word. She still had a lot of spare time when she was doing the papers.

After having a constant breakfast in an old place, Ailiang took the bus to the school.

Just like yesterday, I bought a pancake at the school gate and came to the broken house with glasses. The house was not locked. Ai Liang pushed the door open and entered, as if what happened yesterday was replicated again today. Most campus life is like this.

Surprisingly, glasses were not in the broken house today.

Logically speaking, this point is usually lying on the table and writing and drawing in front of the notebook.

Maybe I went out to pick up the scattered goods yesterday and haven't come back yet. This situation is often the case.

Ai Liang didn't care either, so he put the pancakes on the table and went to the pile of old books to search for the old books that were not being published.

"Aren't there today?" After some tricks, Ai Liang was a little disappointed. The pile of books was filled with novels and magazines I bought on the market, and most of them were read.

But he found a black leather notebook at the bottom.

The notes were tied to a bundle of old magazines, and seemed to be sold as waste paper. Ai Liang did not untie the knot and pulled the notebook out from the side.

The notes contain the name of glasses and the seal of going to Peking University, which seems to have been issued by the school.

This should be the notebook he used when he was in college, because now he never leaves a name.

When I opened the notes, the unrestrained handwriting came into my eyes. The strokes between the lines revealed the glasses' enthusiasm at that time. The previous few pages were even trying to prove some unsolved mathematical conjectures.

Then turn down the proof formula of nearly half of the book, and it can be seen that glasses are sincerely proving those unsolved puzzles.

However, if you continue reading, the style of the whole note has changed.

The formula becomes sloppy and irregular, horizontally and vertically, and the writing becomes messy. Sometimes there are only two or three huge formulas on a page, and sometimes there are a bunch of formulas the size of ant, densely packed in a row.

Maybe it was at this time that he received the bad news about his relative's death.

Ai Liang closed the notes and chose to take them away. Not to mention the ghost drawing talismans behind them, the guess in the first half of the book proved quite interesting, and it was a pity to throw it away like this.

Anyway, Jing Glasses told him that the things in the broken house, except him, could be taken away no matter what they liked.

Leaving the broken house, Ai Liang stepped into the road leading to the teaching building. The campus was quiet in the early morning, silent. Drops of dew were condensed on the grass leaves beside the road, and there was garbage thrown by someone in the flower bed.

A breeze blew off and the leaves slowly floated in the air. Ai Liang raised his head and watched the leaves fall slowly, but his eyes were attracted by a strange figure in the teaching building, and the black shadow was quietly hanging at the door of the class next to the class.

Ai Liang's pupils shrank slightly, and the stairs in the teaching building were like a bottomless abyss at this moment, wanting to devour the soul of the visitor.

He climbed up the stairs.

The crows on the big tree in the front yard were abnormally noisy, and the sensing lights in the corridor did not light up. They could only look at the dark shadows hanging in front and the chairs that were knocked over to the ground with the glimmer of morning light.

Yesterday was a dull day except for confession. Just like the day before yesterday, I thought it would be the same today.

"Ailiang, you came very early today!!!!" The screams of the girls in the class broke the tranquility of the campus.

The breeze blew, and Gao Jiajia, who was hanging in the air, slowly headed towards this side, revealing her fierce and ferocious face.

Half an hour later, the school teacher led the police to block the floor, but students still gathered at the stairs and downstairs to look here.

"Someone has hung it."

"No way, yesterday was fine, why did someone suddenly hang himself today?"

"I heard that I heard the teacher passing by said that Gao Jiajia was dead."

"Ah? She went to Ai Liang last night to confess to you. Could it be because she was rejected?"

"How is it possible! Gao Jiajia will commit suicide because of this? Stop being funny."

Yang Xingyue, Yue Qihua and others were stopped outside the blockade and could only watch anxiously as Ai Liang and another girl were questioned by two policemen.

"Wuwu. Jiajia Jiajia!" A middle-aged man lay next to Gao Jiajia's body and cried in tears. The head teacher next to him was patting his shoulder to comfort him. This was Gao Jiajia's father Gao Fuye, a local real estate boss.

Gao Fuye's wife died of illness in her early years, leaving only Gao Jiajia, the daughter. He even treated Gao Jiajia as his favorite. Considering that she was not even married again, this was really valuable for a middle-aged man with a successful career.

Considering the family's mood, the two policemen did not ask Gao Fuye about Gao Jiajia's situation last night, and asked Ai Liang, the first witness.

"I heard from this classmate that you are the first person to discover the deceased, right?" The policeman held his notebook and prepared to take a record.

"Yes."

"Has the deceased met you last night?"

Ai Liang looked at the body covered by white cloth and nodded.

"According to the news, was it the last time you met the deceased last night?"

"That's right."

"Can you tell me what you said last night? Is her expression and tone different from usual?"

"I haven't met Gao Jiajia a few times and I'm not familiar with each other. She asked me to confess to me last night and asked me to be her boyfriend, and there was no other mention of anything else."

"The conversation time was about 8:50 to 9:00. After that, I walked out of the school and called a taxi home. The surveillance at the school gate and the surveillance near my home can be proved. Gao Jiajia chose to return to the teaching building alone at that time, and I don't know what to do."

Ai Liang said everything in one breath and cleared his suspicion.

"That's all I know, and other students are also very clear that Gao Jiajia and I don't have any intersection."

This statement made the girl next to her look strangely.

It was obvious that Gao Jiajia confessed to Ai Liang yesterday, but Ai Liang immediately blocked his relationship when she died today.

It cannot be said that Ai Liang did something wrong, but the words are too formulaic without any regret or sadness, which sounds a bit heartless.

Hearing that Ai Liang had seen Gao Jiajia last night, Gao Fuye, who was lying on the ground, turned his head instantly and glared at Ai Liang with blood-filled red eyes: "Tell me quickly! What did you do yesterday!"

Gao Fuye, who had not listened to his words, not only stared at him, but also rushed over to try to pinch Ai Liang, but was stopped by the police next to him.

"Sir! Calm down!"

"Calm down! How do you calm me down! She is my only daughter! The only relative! How do you calm me down!"

Gao Fuye struggled hard like a mad cow, and the teacher next to him also came to help him hold him back. With the joint efforts of the three of them, Gao Fuye finally held down Gao Fuye who had lost his mind.

The police officer comforted Ai Liang after several people put Gao Fuye into the empty classroom: "Don't be nervous, the family members of the deceased were just overly sad and irrational, and had no malice."

"Well, I know." Ai Liang looked through the window at Gao Fuye who was constantly hitting the table in the classroom. He looked at Gao Jiajia lying on the ground. A trace of imperceptible envy flashed in his eyes, but his eyes quickly returned to coldness.

The policeman looked at the handsome big boy and couldn't help but sigh that the child's psychological quality was really strong, and he also included Ai Liang on the list of suspicions.

No student was so calm after discovering a hideous corpse in school. The girl next to him who still dared not glance at the ground until now is a normal manifestation.

At this time, Gao Jiajia's head teacher walked out and said to the police officer: "Maybe Gao Jiajia's father is busy with social engagements and has no time to accompany her. The students are under great pressure during this period, so they can't think about it for the moment."

The police officer did not agree or deny it, and they had to wait for the autopsy report to come out before talking about it.

"Gao Jiajia was murdered, not suicide."

Ai Liang's sudden voice caused everyone present to gather their eyes on him.

Gao Jiajia's head teacher frowned and was about to scold him, but when he saw that it was Ai Liang's expression that slowed down a little after he saw that it was Ai Liang's words.

Most teachers will give him some thin gifts for those who have extraordinary academic performance and can teach ordinary top students into key classes in Experimental Middle School.

If you don’t cause trouble or cause trouble, you can help teachers train top students. Who doesn’t love such good students?

This is also the main reason why teachers heard about Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue’s scandal, regardless of whether they asked him to take more people.

Teaching one is teaching, teaching another group is teaching,

As for early love? It’s all farts!

They are clearly working hard to learn and make progress together.

"Why do you say that?" The police officer narrowed his eyes and stared at Ai Liang. He was still saying that he was not familiar with the deceased, but immediately refuted after hearing the claim of suicide.

With a capricious attitude and a calm tone, this is not an ordinary suspect.

The policeman seemed to smell the big case.

Ai Liang walked to Gao Jiajia's body and squatted down, slowly lifted the white cloth with two fingers. The girl next to her immediately turned her head over, and even the teacher wanted to stop Ai Liang's behavior.

The policeman raised his hand to stop the teacher. He had a law enforcement recorder hanging on his chest. If Ai Liang was the murderer, he wanted to take the opportunity to destroy certain evidence, he could be said to have left the wrong way.

After lifting the white cloth, Ailiang stood up and kept a distance of half a meter from the body.

Then he pointed to Gao Jiajia's neck and said, "I observed the corpse before it was put down. At the same time, I also knew some medical knowledge. The corpse's hyoid bone was broken and the cervical vertebra was dislocated, the mandible was unilaterally dislocated, and the bruises on the neck were indeed consistent with the inferences of suicide by hanging."

"Yeah, keep talking."

The police officer was calm on the surface but began to feel a little panicked. After graduating from the police academy, he had been adjusting civil disputes for more than ten years. They were all trivial matters such as square dancing disturbing the people and family couples having conflicts.

Police officers rarely encounter cases of dead people, and occasionally they will be transferred to forensic doctors for autopsy. They have long forgotten all this knowledge, and only criminal investigations will focus on learning these things.

"Since it's appropriate to commit suicide by hanging yourself." Gao Jiajia's head teacher was interrupted by Ai Liang as soon as he spoke.

"What's next is the key. The strangulation marks left by being strangled and hanging suicide are completely different. People who are strangled will form strangulation marks behind their necks, while those who are hanged will only form semicircular strangulation marks on their chin and necks."

Ai Liang pointed at Gao Jiajia's neck, as he said there was indeed a trace behind the neck.
To be continued...