"Tan Shan, bring your homework to my office after class!" Zhang Dongmei delayed the class as usual after class, and the Chinese teacher for the next class arrived ahead of schedule to say this.

During the extracurricular activities after two Chinese classes, the thin Tan Shan walked to the teacher's office building with a stack of heavy workbooks in her arms.

On the way, she met the English teacher. The little old man politely turned to his side and made way for her: "Tan Shan, you are sending homework to Teacher Zhang again."

Tan Shan nodded and said, "Yes, thank you Teacher Wang."

"Hey, you maths, there are so many homework and papers every day, but you are the representative of this class." Old man Wang shook his head when he said this, his tone was a little helpless, Mr. Zhang's homework arrangement is famous Every day, I see Tan Shan sending homework to the office, sometimes several times. Those math homework is divided into AB books, and sometimes there are workbooks and test papers. Zhang Dongmei's desk is always full.

"As a class representative, I should help the teacher." Tan Shan replied while holding her homework.

Old Man Wang sighed, wondering if the little girl in front of him didn't hear the sarcasm in his words.

Tan Shan turned her head and continued walking towards the office, she pursed her lips.

She knew how the teachers of other subjects viewed Zhang Dongmei.

Zhang Dongmei relied on the quiz tactics to maintain the math grades in the class, and thus occupied the time of other subjects. Sometimes Zhang Dongmei can't judge her homework by herself, and she will ask Tan Shan to help.

However, she still supports Teacher Zhang. She believes that the teacher is also for their own good.

Teachers are also human, and they are also in a bad mood. Although Zhang Dongmei often beats and scolds them, her class is really good. There are many questions that the teacher cannot explain. Teachers often come to ask her for advice, and Zhang Dongmei's class is often rated as the best open class.

She is proud of being a class representative, even though these jobs take up a lot of her time and make her work harder than other students.

She often goes to bed late at night and arrives at school early in the morning.

Tan Shan arrived at the teacher's office. The teachers seemed to be going to a meeting and were not here.

Tan Shan familiarly found Teacher Zhang's seat. Put those thick workbooks on the table.

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, she took a peculiar look, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the trash can.

Tan Shan lowered her head and took a closer look. Those were just scraps of paper, but they were familiar ones. She couldn't help squatting down and wrote a congratulatory word on the top scrap of paper.

Tan Shan suddenly realized what it was, she trembled and took out the piece of paper.

Yesterday was Teacher Zhang's birthday. She prepared a picture for Teacher Zhang.

In recent weeks, Tan Shan has been drawing for a short time every day after finishing her homework. She has been drawing for three consecutive weeks. On some days, she goes to bed after a little and wakes up again after five in the morning. Her parents felt bad for her, but the stubborn Tan Shan insisted on finishing it.

She brought that painting to Teacher Zhang yesterday along with her homework. It was a meticulous painting of flowers and birds. Although the painting of the bird was a bit unbeautiful, she put her heart into it.

At that time, Teacher Zhang thanked her, said he liked it very much, and accepted the painting.

But now, after a long time, she finished the painting, and it has been quietly lying in the trash can with the waste paper.

Tears flowed down Tan Shan's eyes. While crying, she picked up the painting from the trash can. She tried to put the painting together. The more she put it together, the more her hands shook. Broken, rubbed, and stained with what looked like tea stains.

Tan Shan felt that it was not her own painting that was crushed, but her own heart.

She wanted not to cry, but the tears were out of her control and couldn't stop.

She didn't cry when she was beaten by Zhang Dongmei in the past, she didn't cry when she stayed up late to do her homework, and she didn't cry when she got bad exam results. But now, she was crying so hard she couldn't breathe.

Outside, the voice of Zhang Dongmei chatting with others came in.

"Students now, I really don't know the sufferings of the world. I received a stack of cake rolls for my birthday yesterday. Do you know what my monitor gave me? It's just a painting. The painted golden pheasant looks like a sparrow. I feel ugly at home."

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, you have to make it clear. This is what we deserve for working so hard. Look, I opened my mouth, and the parents of several students gave me cards..."

"There are also rich students in our class, but they haven't made a sound recently. It seems that I'm going to go to the next home again..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, the Academic Affairs Office is investigating again recently."

"What are you afraid of, you didn't see the new bag that the director's wife changed recently. It's almost her salary for a year."

Tan Shan didn't want to listen to them anymore. She covered her mouth, afraid that Zhang Dongmei would hear or see it. Fortunately, the teachers didn't enter the office, but stayed at the door for a while before leaving.

Tan Shan hugged the stack of shredded papers and ran out of the office door crying...

Only then did she realize how hypocritical people are, and people who say thank you with a smile may not like them in their hearts.

The interrogation alone reached the final stage. Song Wen and the others called Tan Shan who had the most evidence in the previous interrogation. Tan Shan entered the private room with her head lowered, and sat down on the stool opposite the three of them in panic. .

The night has become darker, and it has become dark outside the window. There are more and more people on the street, and noisy voices can be heard.

Song Wen didn't get too wordy and went straight to the topic: "During the question just now, you lied to us, right?"

Hearing this, Tan Shan clenched her hands back tightly: "I...I don't..." Her words were completely unfounded, and she retorted completely instinctively.

"Now, all of your classmates have confessed. We found Qian Jiang's mobile phone, and we also know about your organization of tonight's party." Song Wen stopped talking nonsense with her and directly pointed it out.

Tan Shan lowered her head and stopped talking. In front of so many testimonies, her sophistry seemed powerless, and she knew that she had become the key suspect.

"Have Zhang Dongmei borrowed money from you?"

"Borrowed... 30,000 yuan. I haven't worked for a long time, and it's almost all of my savings." Tan Shan whispered.

"Did she ever blackmail you?"

Tan Shan shook her head, "She has never blackmailed me." Then she added, "Maybe it's because I don't have anything to do with her. And I was the only one who heard her say she wanted to borrow money and took the initiative to take it. lent it to her."

"Why did you organize today's party?" Song Wen continued to ask.

"Because, my mother fell ill two weeks ago with nephritis and needs to be hospitalized. I want Teacher Zhang to pay back the money. When I asked her, she kept putting me off, which was completely different from what she said when she asked me to borrow money. …”

Tan Shan whispered, "Zhang Dongmei... She often asks me to punch her card, turn on and off the computer, etc., so I know her common password. Once, I accidentally passed by her desk and saw a passage of her Chat records. She was talking to others about borrowing money online."

"I suspected at that time that she not only borrowed money from me alone, I... just feared that she owed a lot of money and couldn't pay me back. So... so I... one time while she was away, Flip through her phone when it was on the table."

"I just found out that this woman, she has been blackmailing her students, I found a few classmates I knew and chatted with them one by one."

"At first, I just wanted to join them to ask Teacher Zhang for money, but then I thought that she might not be able to pay back the money, and we should punish this woman..."

This explanation is reasonable, Song Wen asked the next key question.

"We already have evidence to prove that you quarreled with Zhang Dongmei on the rooftop before."

Tan Shan felt a little guilty, and stammered her answer: "We... have some festivals... but... it's all because..."

"Because of what? You are Zhang Dongmei's proud disciple and her colleague, why are you reporting her?" Song Wen looked directly at her.

At the mention of the word "report", Tan Shan's face turned pale instantly, and the police knew more than she expected.

"I am Zhang Dongmei's most obedient student. Since she was in school, she has trusted me the most... But this trust is built on, based on... I help her do various things and then report the situation in the class. Basically. I betrayed my classmates more than once, I felt like a student who betrayed my classmates, so I had no friends in the class…”

From Tan Shan's description at this time, it can be heard that she regrets it. A junior high school student has not yet entered the society. She should have believed that human nature is inherently good. At that time, she was seduced by the teacher and became a "betrayer" among her classmates. The psychological pressure brought by this behavior is undoubtedly is heavy.

"Compared to other people, I am closer to Zhang Dongmei's life. Sometimes I even go to her house to help her get things. I know that she was divorced from her husband at that time. When she was angry at home, she would Take your anger out to the class, take it out on your classmates."

"I always thought that I had been the class leader and class representative for her for three years, and as the class cadre in her class, I had to bear much more than the ordinary class committee. Although this teacher has punished us a lot, but I still think she is doing us good, at least, she... She treats me differently, everyone has feelings... It can be said that this unique feeling has always supported me... "

When Tan Shan said this, she pursed her lips, her voice was trembling all the time, and she felt like she was about to cry, "When the third year of junior high was approaching graduation, in time for Zhang Dongmei's birthday, I drew a picture for her, although it was a picture. It's quite immature, but that's what I put my heart into. I gave the painting to Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Zhang said thank me, she was very moved. But... Not long after that, when I was sending homework to the teacher, I was in The crumpled painting was found in Teacher Zhang's trash can, and I went back to the classroom crying."

Even now, Tan Shan can still recall that feeling, as if her heart was torn apart.

She also heard the conversations of those teachers at the time. Ten years ago, the supervision of the teacher industry was not as strict as it is now, and it was not a big deal to send things to teachers.

From the day she heard those words, she began to question herself and her relationship with Zhang Dongmei.

"After graduation, other classmates left her, but because of family reasons, I took the teacher's qualification certificate and came here to teach. I thought that when I became a colleague, everyone was equal. But since I became a colleague From the first day, Zhang Dongmei defined me as her student..."

"She still treats me as a student she hasn't graduated from, asking me endlessly, using me, asking me to help her pick up the courier, asking me to help her change her homework, and asking me to help her on duty."

Tan Shan buried her head even lower, as if she wanted to crawl into the ground: "I'm a little soft-natured by nature, I don't know how to reject her face to face. Every time I make up my mind, I will never do anything for her next time. Yes, but after she suggested it, I obediently followed. I...I hate myself like this."

"I really love my job, I love my students, I want them to improve, I care about students from poor families, I buy cakes and bring food for the children. I will remember each of their preferences and birthdays, and then in them Write them a unique comment on their birthday. I go to talk to the child who has depression and hope that he will come out of the shadows.”

"...But I'm a little lost sometimes. I seem to be serving those children and pleasing them, but I don't get their equal love..."

"I confiscated the cellphones of the students who didn't listen to lectures in class, but I was scolded in public by the students and scolded me for being nosy. I shared some well-written essays and articles with the students, but my parents told the school that they exceeded the syllabus and sued me to the school. Other teachers thought I was bullying, took up my class, and secretly told students that if they didn’t have time, don’t do my homework in this subject.”

"But why, at the same time, Zhang Dongmei was so prosperous in the school that her class was so crowded that the students were almost unable to sit down. When I was interviewing, I was able to enter the school to teach because I was a student of Zhang Dongmei. Say, is a teacher like Zhang Dongmei a good teacher? Could it be that the society, the school, and the parents only need teachers like Zhang Dongmei?"

When Tan Shan said this, she raised her head. These words were things she had never confided to others, and her big eyes were filled with confusion.

She didn't understand the difference between a good teacher and a bad teacher.

It seems that what you do is up to your own conscience.

"I think this phenomenon is wrong. I want to get rid of Zhang Dongmei, so I went to the Education Bureau to report her."

Tan Shan stated the reason why she reported Zhang Dongmei.

"I want to get my own life back on track, and I want this woman to pay for what she did. I want to prove that she's not a good teacher."

"But I didn't expect that after she had no income from make-up classes, she would intensify her efforts to find someone to borrow money..." Tan Shan's voice was full of grievances, and she didn't expect such a chain reaction.

"We quarreled a few times on the rooftop, and she also wanted to pull me. At that time, I pushed her down on the rooftop, picked up my bag and left. When I left, she was 100% alive... …”

Speaking of which, Tan Shan's body shook, as if unwilling to think of the corpse.

She used to be a student, and later became a teacher. The change of identity made it difficult for her to coordinate her relationship with Zhang Dongmei. The right and wrong of teachers and students also often tortured her soul.

Song Wen looked at the woman in front of him, "What can prove that when you left, Zhang Dongmei was still alive. Did she jump off by herself after you left, or was she pushed off by someone else?"

"I...I can't prove...but..." Tan Shan shook her head.

She turned her head and looked at Cheng Mo as if asking for help: "Dad Cheng, I really didn't do such a thing, you must believe me..."

She was so nervous that the sides of the aqua blue dress were crumpled with her hands.

She felt as if she was the one who was clinging to the building. As soon as she let go, she would fall from above and shatter her bones. Her fingers were about to be unable to grasp the guardrail, and she was about to slip off. She hurriedly wanted to grab everything... …

Cheng Mo opened his mouth at this time: "Mr. Tan, you said just now that you drank a lot before, could it be that you remembered it wrong?"

On the surface, this sentence is to help Tan Shan find a reason, but in fact, it is to identify her as the murderer. At this point, even Cheng Mo has defected.

"I...I don't know, it's really not me..." Tan Shan's eyes turned red, she opened her mouth, and she couldn't say a word of rebuttal, she could only repeat, "I...I didn't kill her. …”

Song Wen pointed it out: "Mr. Tan... The attitude you showed in the video before, when you lied before, was not as pitiful as it is now."

Including the later quarrel between her and Zhang Dongmei on the top floor, she should actually be proud.

No matter what happened to the teacher and student in the past, tonight, she completely crushed Zhang Dongmei, insulted her, and wiped away her shame.

"So, did you kill your teacher Zhang Dongmei tonight?" Song Wen asked the last sentence.

As long as Tan Shan admits it, everything tonight will be over.

Tan Shan felt like a child in the story of the wolf coming. She told a lot of lies before, and now, she finally confided her heart and told the truth, but no one believed her anymore.

Whether she pushed Zhang Dongmei downstairs under the influence of alcohol, she can't remember now.

She only remembered that she hated that woman, she pushed her, she pulled her hair, and at that time she didn't feel any shame in her heart, but felt it was fun.

That was what she had always wanted to do. She used her thin body to firmly press Zhang Dongmei against the guardrail and watched her struggle...

And then... what happened?

Tan Shan felt that her memory was fragmented.

Lu Siyu looked at Tan Shan in front of him coldly. He finished the record, pondered for a moment, and asked Tan Shan, "Do you have a subconscious fear that you will become a teacher like Zhang Dongmei?"

This kind of fear is not necessarily figurative, but psychologically abstract. Tan Shan has always been a good student, and her growth trajectory was planned by others. She has fear, awe, and love for her teacher. , this relationship was shattered by Zhang Dongmei herself. After experiencing disappointment, Tan Shan's feelings for her have undergone subtle changes, and her former admiration has turned into hatred...

Tan Shan, whose mind was broken, was a little terrified, and then she burst into tears: "You don't know... how much influence a teacher will have on students, especially me who is a teacher again..."

She sobbed and said, "I sometimes get angry with my students, and when I can't restrain myself, I will unconsciously say what Zhang Dongmei said to us, and I will use Zhang Dongmei's way of punishing students involuntarily. , I...I hate myself like this..."

The teacher's work is very stressful and intense. She hates Zhang Dongmei, and she also hates herself who has been listening to Zhang Dongmei.

Tan Shan has been working hard to be a good teacher who she considers herself to be, but she finds herself weaker and less able to stick to this definition of "good".

Zhang Dongmei's imprint on her is too deep, those influences, those more than a thousand days and nights, have been deeply imprinted in her bones and blood.

Sometimes she was simply venting, adding the pain she had suffered to those students.

What made her even more terrified was that she found that those words were more useful than her soft words... Her hard words could not buy their obedience, but Zhang Dongmei's training could...

Those students showed panic and fear in their eyes. They were obedient, bent down, and began to surrender, turning from little devils that were difficult to tame into obedient sheep.

Faced with such an answer, she didn't know what to do!

Reporting, punishing, and scrambling with Zhang Dongmei on the rooftop, she could only use this extreme method to prove that she was right and Zhang Dongmei was wrong!

She stretched out her hand, for those crying children, and for the crying herself.

When she killed Zhang Dongmei, it was like killing herself.

Now, the motive for the murder has also emerged.

If she really did kill the master, such a move stems from her psychological struggle and resistance, and this kind of killing is her self-reflection and slaughter.

In her subconscious, killing Zhang Dongmei is equivalent to killing her negative side, and killing her imperfect side will completely cut off the connection between her and Zhang Dongmei, and remove the shadow she casts on her.

Lu Siyu looked at the five testimonies he recorded and pieced together a complete fact.

But it seems... that something is not quite right.

Song Wen continued to ask Tan Shan, "Do you admit your crime?"

Tan Shan cried and shook her head, and she called out: "I hate her! But, I really didn't do it. This time, I didn't lie..."

The nails on her hands were almost peeled off. She seemed to feel that her body was suspended in the air, fell heavily from a height, and lay beside Zhang Dongmei's corpse, and blood continued to spread from her body.

At this moment, a "bang" sound suddenly sounded far away in the air, and then, the window suddenly lit up.

There were cheers from people outside.

From their angle, they could see a dazzling fireworks blooming in the pitch-black sky, with thousands of light spots scattered in the air.

Even Tan Shan's crying face underwent some changes in light and shadow under such brilliance.

Lu Siyu looked at his watch. Just now, everyone was busy interrogating and forgot the time. It turned out that it was already nine o'clock.

Another cluster of fireworks lifted off in succession, and the sound of fireworks and crowds interrupted their interrogation.

Song Wen got up and said, "Then everyone, let's rest for a while. The fireworks show will be performed for half an hour. After half an hour, we will continue."