Police Detective

　　 People never exist in isolation.

　　Theoretically speaking, from a person’s current state, one can infer his previous experience, family problems, and even the entire person’s history and past.

　　 Why do many people think that fortune-telling is accurate?

　　 Some people, chat, look at their facial features, eyes, wear, behavior, and then think about the questions raised, and then make some words ambiguous. Basically, they can be inseparable.

　　 Then based on your past, after guessing yours, just say something nice.

　　 Fortune-telling itself is not metaphysics, there is nothing mysterious, of course... In Bai Song's view, these people are cheating money, a kind of scam~

　　 After all, everyone is a product of society.

　　 no matter where it is, the same is true.

　　 "From a sociological point of view, what kind of person do you think Shi is?" Bai Song opened the window to see the bustling outside.

　　 Here is Beijing, countless people come, countless people leave, every day there are countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs, for the city, these are just numbers, for the individual, it is an unquantifiable life.

"Sociology, I don't understand... But I feel that he always feels that he is unqualified, right?" Wang Liang followed Bai Song's eyes and looked out. He opened the curtains for the first time. It was located outside the express hotel on the 16th floor. The scenery is so beautiful.

In Shangjing, there are many hotels of this kind, with 4-20 floors under contract. The overall renovation, a small one, still costs two to three hundred per night. This city is prosperous and bright. How much do you spend on it? You can see it at a hundred dollars.

　　 Even if you don’t spend a penny, you can see it.

　　 However, for most people, they have never had these prosperity.

　　 Or if you wear neatly dressed, suits, shirts and slim-fitting clothes ~ entering and exiting major office buildings, but most people still return to their huts of less than 10 square meters after get off work, eating a box lunch for more than a dozen yuan to talk for comfort.

If your mind is peaceful and you feel tired and tired, you can take your own wallet that you may have saved or not saved, and return to your home; or perhaps your heart is higher than the sky, and you will not follow you, so you can give here. One decade, another decade of my own.

　　 But, when did the city have feelings? It will not be moved by you, only yourself can be moved.

　　 Very few people, excellent ability, hard work, fortune with them~~

　　 But after all, it has nothing to do with most people, at least, it has nothing to do with Shi.

　　 Bai Song sat on the window sill, thinking about Shi's life.

　　Is there once, or many times, Shi was sitting on a window sill like this, or on a higher rooftop, gently stroking the strings of a guitar with one hand, looking at the city motionlessly?

　　 Did he ever write moving lyrics, beautiful melody, or immortal poems before this soul disappeared?

　　 However, what use is there to talk about these at this time?

　　 disappeared, still can't come back.

"I understand."

　　 Bai Song murmured.

　　 "What?" Wang Liang frowned.

　　 "Wang Liang, under what circumstances do people commit suicide?" Bai Song's eyes never left the bustling lights and brilliance~

　　 "Don't scare me." Wang Liang pointed to Bai Song, "I see you in this state, it looks like you are about to commit suicide, as if you have seen everything..."

　　 "..." Bai Song didn't complain about Wang Liang either. He smiled. Wang Liang said so, which just shows that Bai Song's experience is correct.

　　 "I'm kidding..." Wang Liang saw Bai Song ignore him, and said, "People who commit suicide, in short, are divided into two types, one is for those who want to, and the other is for those who can't."

　　"..."

　　......

　　 Bai Song doesn't know how to answer this, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

　　 "But, no matter what," Bai Song still broke away from Wang Liang's interference: "Even if you said, whether you want to do it, or you don't want to do it, you have nothing to remember in this world."

　　 Bai Song once said that in this world, there has never been a real empathy.

　　 However, Bai Song has been trying to blend into Shi's emotions, at least, he can still understand Shi.

　　 If Shimou is still alive, he should be more pleased.

　　 People are the products of society. Who doesn't want to be recognized and understood by others?

"Yes, many celebrities commit suicide, but ordinary people like us can't understand it. They think that they have committed suicide when they are so rich? But in fact, they do not have any nostalgia for this world because of various things." Wang Liang Approval of Bai Song's statement.

"Well, in fact, many people, perhaps including you and me, encountered some difficult things during their adolescence and didn't want to live anymore. They had thoughts of suicide. For a moment, they may be exhausted physically and mentally, and all thoughts may be exhausted," Bai Song said: "But At least there are still souvenirs for this world, as well as parents who have to take care and accompany them, and worry about their relatives and friends. Various factors, this idea slowly fades~"

"So you mean, this Shi, he also committed suicide?" Wang Liang somewhat understood what Bai Song meant. "If this is a suicide, our branch will not be able to justify it. It is estimated that his family will definitely have to come and win the prize of 400,000 yuan. , The direct person jumped off the building, and no one believed it."

　　 "Then who do you think is the murderer?" Bai Song asked back. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "I can't tell, but at least there are a few suspects." Wang Liang thought for a while, but didn't say a single name.

　　 About half a minute later, Wang Liang couldn't hold back anymore, and sat on the window sill, "Brother, your state is not right, don't jump off the building..."

　　 Bai Song tapped on the window glass, "You have something wrong... this window can only be opened by one slit, my figure, do you think I can shrink my bones?"

　　 "Okay..." Wang Liang opened the window and found that it was impossible, so he was relieved and got off the window sill.

　　 Not long after he left, Wang Liang suddenly turned back, "You still tell, who is the murderer? Don't worry, as long as you say it, I will believe it."

　　 "Murder." Bai Song's gaze seemed deeper: "It's money."

　　 "Money?" Wang Liang didn't understand. "What you mean is, someone took his money or stole it, and then killed him?"

"Why are you so stupid?" Bai Song didn't want to continue thinking about the problem just now. Anyway, he had finished thinking about it. He couldn't wait to jump up and beat Wang Liang, "He committed suicide because of money and money! "

"How is this possible??" Wang Liang watched Bai Song about to reach out and beat him, without avoiding it, "Who would have won the prize and committed suicide? It was 400,000! Can, can buy an Audi... Ah, it's not yours, it's a new Audi car!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Wang Liang closed his mouth and said, "Are you sure he committed suicide by having money, not by losing money?"

　　 "Yes, it was a tragedy that this money got into Shimou's hands."