Merchant of the Underworld

Soon, we arrived at the gate of Wuhan University.

The luxurious school gate is empty at the moment and looks very depressed. I wonder if Li Xiaoling’s suicide and the successive lip-stitching incidents have cast a shadow on the minds of teachers and students? The faces of the people who came in and out of here were a little ugly, and they left in a hurry, as if they didn't want to make any more stops.

I followed Zisu and slowly entered the door.

"Show me your student ID card!" the security guard at the school gate stopped him and said.

Zisu took out her student ID card from her pants pocket and gave him a look. The security guard then turned his attention to me.

I had no choice but to use my ability of making nonsense: "Uncle, someone stole my wallet while I was drinking coffee and lost my student ID card."

The security guard looked at me suspiciously.

I hurriedly grabbed Zisu: "He and I share a dormitory, and we went out together just now. If you don't believe me, ask him!"

Zisu was dragged down by me and could only bite the bullet and said: "It's true. You can call our teacher to verify."

Probably because he thought it was too troublesome and he had a student certificate, the security guard took out a notebook and said, "Then register! Go back and get a new ID as soon as possible.

Today's young people are too careless. "

Hearing him call me a young man, I had to admire Zisu's foresight.

If Li Mazi had appeared, he would have been regarded as a suspect on the spot.

Zisu registered me and led me into the school gate.

We followed the road on the left, passed the laboratory building and the library, and came to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory.

Zisu pointed to a window on the third floor and said: "That is Li Xiaoling's dormitory, but after Li Xiaoling committed suicide, the lip stitching incident happened again. Now the girls no longer dare to live on the third floor, and they have all moved to the fourth and fifth floors. As for where Zhuang Ning has moved, I don't know, you have to find out for yourself."

"good."

As soon as I finished saying the good word, Zisu waved to me: "Then get busy! I'm leaving first. If you find anything, remember to tell me."

For fear of having anything to do with me, he quickly ran away.

Damn it, he is a man after all, right?

I stopped for a while downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Probably because terrible things happened here one after another, the atmosphere in the dormitory building became obviously very tense!

After standing there for a full fifteen minutes, two girls carrying thermos bottles passed me quickly and ran towards the dormitory building, almost sprinting at a speed of 100 meters.

I didn't dare to miss the opportunity, so I hurriedly shouted: "Classmate!"

The two girls looked like frightened rabbits, screaming and looking at me tremblingly: "What...what's going on?"

Their voices changed their tone because of fear.

I don’t look that scary, right?

"Hello, I have something to do. I want to talk to classmate Zhuang Ning. Can you please call me?" I tried to make my voice sound gentle and the smile on my face was warm.

My smile probably had an effect. The two girls were obviously relieved, and one of them asked with a little vigilance: "Who are you? What do you want to see her for?"

"Oh, that's it." My brain was spinning rapidly, and I made up an excuse: "I am a relative of her hometown, and I happened to be in Wuhan on a business trip. I stopped by to see her."

The two girls exchanged glances with each other, and then boldly said: "Then wait a moment, and we will go up and call for you. I don't know if she is here."

After saying these words, he rushed through the door of the dormitory building without looking back.

The entire dormitory building exuded a gloomy atmosphere. The two open doors were more like a bloody mouth, quickly swallowing the two girls into a strange darkness.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, a girl wearing a sweater jacket came out with a pale face.

The weather was quite warm today, but she seemed to be seriously ill. Even though she was wrapped in a sweater, her shoulders were still shaking slightly.

She stood at the door of the dormitory building, looked at me carefully, and asked nervously: "Is... are you looking for me?"

"That's right." I nodded politely at her, trying to look decent so that she wouldn't scream in fear.

"I don't know you, who are you?" Zhuang Ning's expression was very uneasy.

I lowered my voice and continued my nonsense: "To be honest, I am a private detective hired by Li Xiaoling's parents. Her parents could not accept their daughter's suicide and thought there were many doubts, so they asked me to come over to investigate!"

Zhuang Ning nodded and said stiffly: "Although we are roommates, we actually have no friendship. I don't think I can help you."

Her resistance was extremely strong and difficult to handle.

I thought about it and hurriedly added: "Miss Zhuang Ning, a young life is withering away like this. Don't you really want to help? Even just a few simple questions may be able to make her heartbroken parents Get some comfort."

It was so literary and artistic that I was moved.

It would be a shame not to be a writer.

Zhuang Ning thought for a while and looked at me again. After a long time, he didn't dare to leave the dormitory.

I know she must be very hesitant now, but I am waiting there quietly, not impatient, not daring to rush.

Finally, Zhuang Ning sighed and slowly walked up to me: "Sir, I am not feeling well and I may not be able to hold on for too long. If you have any questions, please ask as soon as possible!"

She spoke unsteadily and seemed very afraid of the sun.

"There are chairs over there, would you like to sit there?" I pointed to the chair under a tree near the basketball court and said.

Zhuang Ning nodded and said, "Okay."

After sitting down, I asked straight to the point: "How is your relationship with Li Xiaoling?"

"Not very good." Zhuang Ning replied calmly: "Her personality is relatively introverted and she doesn't get along with others very well. I moved to their dormitory from another dormitory at that time. I was considered an outsider, so naturally I couldn't integrate easily. A strange group. So both of us belong to the type of people who are not very popular in the dormitory... But you must not think that we will become friends. We have lived together for almost a year and a half, and I only talked to her. Two sentences."

I hummed and asked again: "On the 7th of last month, which was the day of Li Xiaoling's accident, did you also attend the birthday party of your dormitory sisters?"

Zhuang Ning shook his head: "Since I'm not popular, why would you invite me? It was Wang Nan's birthday that day, and she only invited Sun Dongyu and Ge Xiaofei, who usually get along with her. As for Tang Shuangshuang, he shamelessly followed her."

Zhuang Ning's voice was very weak. If I hadn't been so close, it would have been difficult for me to hear her clearly. She adjusted her breath and continued with difficulty: "I went to my boyfriend's place that day, and I didn't come back until the next day."

Speaking of which, she added: "If you don't believe it, you can ask my boyfriend. We were together all night."

She actually thought I was a private detective.

"Then when did you come back the next day?" I asked.

Zhuang Ning replied without hesitation: "I came back with Wang Nan and the others. I happened to meet them at the school gate at that time. Wang Nan seemed very happy and drank a lot. Although it was noon, she was still drunk. Ge Xiaofei and Tang Shuangshuang helped her, and when she saw me, she asked me to help them carry their bags. But when she opened the door to the dormitory..."

Zhuang Ning's voice suddenly stopped, as if she was recalling the horrific scene again. Her body was shaking, and her teeth were chattering together, making a small but scalp-numbing sound.

"What's next?" Although I knew it was a bit inhumane to ask questions at this time, I still refused to miss any clues.

"Li Xiaoling committed suicide. She used two black stockings and hung them on the electric fan in the dormitory. She wore a particularly bright red skirt. The wrist of her left hand was cut open. The blood from the wound had scabbed and was all over the sheets. It's all blood." Zhuang Ning's eyes were red. She exhaled and continued as calmly as possible: "Oh, by the way, Li Xiaoling was wearing a black bracelet on her wrist at that time, with a lifelike goldfish on it. Pattern. She bought that goldfish bracelet at a flea market last month. She seemed to like it very much and was reluctant to wear it, but she still wore it when she committed suicide!"