Chapter 1 Online suicide note, public opinion explosion
November 29, 2018, 3:18 am.
An online suicide note appeared on the Weibo homepage of the famous cartoonist "Little Feather".
3:21 am.
Binjiang Road Police Station in Jiangzhou City received the first alarm call.
4:46 am.
The Weibo entry #Cartoonist Xiaoyusuicide#, with the word "explosion", topped the hot search list.
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Jiangzhou City Criminal Police Brigade is rarely quiet tonight.
The case of hiding a body in a taxi trunk that shocked the city was successfully solved. The 12th floor, which had been brightly lit for almost a month, only had a few scattered lights left.
Office 1209.
The pale yellow desk lamp light illuminated the yellowed case file unfolded on the table clearly. The person holding the case file was hidden outside the halo of the desk lamp, and his blurry outline blended into the dimness.
The smoke held between the man's two fingers lit up with small red fire balls, which flickered on and off, like the eyes of a ferocious beast in the darkness.
Twelve years have passed since the "4·21" case, and it is still pending.
The victim, Zhou Jiaguang, was the captain of the Nanwan detachment of the Jiangzhou Criminal Police Brigade at the time. His internal organs were eviscerated, his body was splashed with red paint, and he was nailed to a wall of an abandoned mental hospital with three wooden tenons. He died in an extremely tragic manner.
This case caused a sensation across the country. The task force investigated thousands of cases that Zhou Jiaguang had been in charge of since he became a police officer, and investigated tens of thousands of people.
But three years later, the task force was disbanded and the murderer was still at large.
Although the "4·21" case appears every year in important and difficult work, many people know that the longer time passes, the smaller the chance of finding the truth if they want to catch the real culprit.
But Lin Che never gave up.
On the corner of the table, there is an old photo.
In the photo, a man wearing an olive green police uniform was holding a little boy. The little boy pursed his lips and saluted at the camera, making the man look up and laugh. On the wooden sign behind the two, Jiangzhou was written in black paint.
Municipal Public Security Bureau.
But this smiling face appeared on the next page of the case file, lying on the cold storage board, covered in white frost.
Zhou Jiaguang is Lin Che's uncle.
Lin Che's original intention as a police officer was to solve the "4·21" case, catch the murderer, and let her uncle rest in peace.
There is a cabinet in Lin Che's office, which is filled with various materials about the "April 21" case that he has compiled and collected over the years. There are more than twenty handwritten notebooks alone.
Whenever a new case was solved, Lin Che would dig out the files of the "April 21" case, trying to find new ideas and breakthrough points from those words that had been memorized by heart. This had been his habit for many years.
The sudden ringtone interrupted Lin Che's thoughts.
Lin Che glanced at the electronic clock on the table, and before she knew it, it was already past seven in the morning.
"Lele, why did you get up so early today?" Lin Che's voice was a little hoarse because she stayed up late.
"Cousin, do you know the people from Binjiang Road Police Station?"
"What's wrong?"
"Xiaoyu committed suicide! I called her but no one answered. I saw on the Internet that she lived on Binjiang Road. The police rushed over. Please help me ask what happened. Is Xiaoyu okay?"
Lin Che frowned, he was somewhat impressed by this little feather.
My cousin liked Xiao Yu's comics very much. He stayed up late reading comics and skipped class to attend book signings, which made my aunt somewhat dissatisfied with Xiao Yu.
"What does it matter to you if someone is busy or not? Go and wash your face quickly. You won't have time to have breakfast and you'll be late again!"
The phone was taken away by Song Ying, "Hey, Xiao Che, it's me."
"Aunt."
"Don't pay attention to that brat. He doesn't read books well and holds a comic book all day long. It's simply outrageous!"
Lin Che smiled and rubbed her eyebrows, opened the curtains, stood by the window and stretched her shoulders.
Outside the window, the city is bathed in the morning sun, clean and bright.
In the alley next to the police station, an uncle selling pancakes has already set up his stall. Sanitation workers in orange uniforms are cleaning the streets. A middle-aged woman is riding a tricycle loaded with vegetables to the market. Birds are hiding in the dense branches.
The meowing was clear and cheerful, and the chubby stray cat was frightened by the morning joggers and crawled into the bushes...
Every ordinary day in this city is the meaning of Lin Che and the others' perseverance.
"Boys are somewhat rebellious during adolescence. Auntie, you can't keep controlling him like you did when Lele was a child."
"I know, but I don't care. This kid just said he wouldn't go to school today and wanted to go find that little feather. Doesn't this make me mad to death?"
Song Ying said as she walked into the kitchen with her mobile phone and prepared breakfast skillfully.
"And that little feather, she was alive and well, why did she commit suicide? Do you know how many people want to live but can't survive! Such a risk of life! Even if she wants to commit suicide, why can't she quietly find a place where no one is around, but she has to post it on Weibo
What kind of suicide note was posted online and everyone knew about it!"
"Internet suicide note?"
As Song Ying spoke, she cracked two eggs with one hand and fired up the omelette, her voice a little dissatisfied, "Yeah, I saw hundreds of thousands of replies under the suicide note! This is a public figure after all.
, this suicide note is posted nakedly on the Internet, it makes adults uncomfortable when seeing it, let alone children, the impact is very bad! What if it causes copycat suicide? "
Thinking of the previous case of a factory worker in Jiangzhou committing suicide by "ten jumps in a row", which was a typical copycat suicide, Lin Che became worried and asked, "Auntie, is Lele okay?"
"It should be fine. By the way, Xiao Che, please tell me more about Lele when you have time. Now that I'm in junior high school, I can't be sloppy in my studies. If I miss a few classes, it will be difficult to catch up. One class will hold me back. Okay.
Don’t even think about him in high school!”
"I know, auntie, I happen to be free today, so I'll pick him up to go to school."
"That's great. If you tell me now, that brat would just listen and stop buying it earlier. Come and eat at home."
With that said, Song Ying knocked two more eggs into the bowl.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Che locked the file in the safe, went to the duty dormitory in the bureau to wash up, and drove to the family building of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Along the way, the screen of Lin Che's mobile phone kept lighting up, and the news push was particularly frequent this morning.
Originally, this was just an ordinary morning, but because of this suicide note that caused waves on Weibo, an overwhelming discussion began on the Internet——
Someone pretended to be a hospital nurse and said that last night the emergency room received a person who committed suicide by cutting his wrists and it was Xiao Feather;
Someone claimed to be an owner of the same community and said that seven or eight police cars came;
Some people are feeling sorry;
Some people are accusing this little feather to gain eyeballs and traffic;
Some "best friends" who came forward posted chat records and spoke out about Xiao Feather's encounter with unspoken rules;
There are also some netizens who think they are righteous, posting the address of the human flesh everywhere, encouraging people nearby to come and check...
The media is like a vicious dog with an extremely sensitive sense of smell. From the time the suicide note was released in the early morning until now, in just a few hours, one after another true and false tweets, with pictures and texts, went viral on social media.