[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"To my father

Why don't you write me back yourself?Is my letter to you not candid enough?

Dad,? You are not my biological father, you have been married to my mother for 4 years.I can't forget you from the first time we met, my mother has had many boyfriends,? You are the only one I can accept,? I also ask my mother to marry you, because I don't want you to stay away from me,? I'd rather you be my stepfather.She followed my advice, and married you quickly. She hoped that someone would take care of our mother and daughter.

During these 4 years,? I haven't missed a single day of you,? You are tall, handsome, upright,? Perfect like a sun god.But you are my mother's husband, I begged my mother to marry you in order to keep you,? But now I regret it,? I underestimated my love for you, every time I see you makes me love you more You, father,? This is not a daughter's love for a father,? It's a woman's love for a man.

Don't be a femme fatale to my love, I'm a grown man and I know what love is.The book you once gave me, "Salome",? Salome, who couldn't love her more, asked her father to kill the Prophet John. I still remember what she said, "I want the head of the Prophet John".This is also my love for you,? I can give you my head,? As long as you want.If you want me to be patient, don't hurt my mother, it's getting harder, but I can do it too.

I beg you, when I am 16 years old, please divorce my mother and marry me, I want you to put on a wedding dress for me, put a ring on my ring finger, in front of the priest, just like you married my mother Swear, let me be your wife.

Kiss you thousands of times.

Love you Alice Walker”

It was dead silent for a long time.

"She... she, she, she fell in love with her stepfather?!" The forensic doctor felt that he was almost screaming, "Is it fake? She was only 14 years old when she died, and she was a child! This is fake Bar?"

Jack clicked his lips, opened the diary in the plastic sealed pocket, and compared the writing on the diary and the letter—accurately, it should be a love letter: "The handwriting matches, it is written by her own hand. Words and sentences Slightly more mature, possibly imitative."

"She was only 14 years old, and she wrote such a love letter...could it be her stepfather who guided her?"

"Children nowadays mature much earlier than you think, and they are not too young at thirteen or fourteen." Jack shook his head, "But I don't mean to be able to respond to her love, no matter how passionate she is, she is always a sweetheart. Children have immature outlooks on the world and life. Any adult knows that this is not love, but a moral issue. Even if they are not stepfathers and daughters, it is immoral to fall in love with immature children.”

There are legal child marriages in many states in the United States, and there have been news of a 65-year-old rich man marrying a 12-year-old wife, but legality does not mean that Jack supports it.It is not uncommon for children to fall in love with adults. For example, it is not uncommon for ignorant students to fall in love with teachers. They are too young to fully understand what love is. It is viewed as a matter of growth and morality.

Everyone looked back, the lady was leaning on the dancer, her face was pale.No one knows what the woman who experienced her daughter falling in love with her husband, the unfortunate landlady in the Lolita story, was thinking. They only saw her as if her soul had left this place, leaving only a beautiful body. The shell is still here.Her slightly cloudy blue eyes rolled, looking into the void, as if there were the ghosts of her husband and daughter.

There wasn't much information in the diary, so Jack roughly flipped through it. It was basically scattered notes with a large time span.He closed the diary after only a few glances, and sighed, "Forged?"

"The diary is forged?"

"Well, it was forged, it was forged by that little girl—or called Alice. This is not a diary written that day, but a concentrated forgery on a later day. It has been four years, and the handwriting has not changed at all, and there is no sign of growth , and in the first half, I can be sure that she used a ballpoint pen, which smelled like green apples. The pen she used was changed later, and she may have realized it. But after all, it was a child, forged The level is too low, and you can see through it at a glance." The old man Jack handed the diary to others on the ground.

"Yes, it was also because of this that the accusation was not established. However, under the pressure of public opinion, the news was not released." The detective folded his arms, "The dead daughter framed her stepfather for sexual/assault, this is not what the public likes to hear story."

"They are willing to believe that girls are always pure and kind, while adults are the ones who are dirty and evil," Jack said.

The detective nodded slowly.Jack took out the last stack of copy paper from the plastic ziplock pocket. The copy paper was fastened with paper clips, and it turned out to be a copy of a confession.The format of the confession is not standard, it is more like a record of question and answer.

Q: Why do you bully your classmates?

Answer: There is no particular reason, she is a cousin, I can feel that there is always a smell of a cousin on them

Q: You need to stop slandering and personally attacking your classmates.

Answer: What I said is the truth, she did a disgusting and disgusting thing, I just taught her a lesson

Q: Your classmate said that you and her used to be good friends

A: Yes, I used to think we were the best friends in the world.until we shared each other's secrets

Q: Is that "disgusting thing" you mentioned a secret your friend shared with you?

Answer: I will not tell you.

Q: You can hide it, but it may make the problem worse, and you could face up to 4 years in prison for school bullying.

Answer: You can't scare me. I'm so young, how could I go to jail?

Question: Did you think about the consequences when you did these things?

Answer: No, just did it.Guess it won't be on my file because I'm a minor

Q: Yes, you guessed it

Just as Jack flipped through the pages, an old photo fell out from the upper right corner of the photocopy. It showed a group of young and beautiful girls. Judging from the tiles in the background, it was the public toilet of the school.Sitting in the middle of the toilet was a girl in a state of distress. The girl was soaked in clothes, with dirty paper and garbage stuck to her body, and a mop bucket was upside down on her head.Jack didn't see the girl's face, only a lock of wet blond hair.The girls gathered in a group, standing beside the embarrassed girl with smiles all over their faces, each making a V-shaped gesture, like lions that are gluttonous after hunting.

Campus bullying.

Jack looked towards the very center of the photo, where stood a flaming and flamboyantly beautiful girl, who was obviously the leader of the bully.The familiar, almost identical face made Jack react immediately, and turned to look at the slender dancer covered in tattoos: "This is you."

The dancer's face twisted for a moment: "No!"

"It's very clear in the confession that you participated in school bullying. You and the bullied were friends until you shared your secrets, so you started bullying her." Jack held the photo in front of her, " I guess the person being bullied is Alice, the deceased in the falling building case. You are indeed her classmate, but the relationship between you is not just that of 'classmate'."

The lady didn't speak at all, she just lowered her head, sobbing like a kitten, crying softly.Calling "My Daughter" was enough to break anyone's heart.The dancer's face became more and more embarrassing when the lady cried, and finally showed a ruthless expression, and spit out all the words like pouring beans: "Yes, that person is me! Her secret is that she fell in love with Her stepfather, it's disgusting! Who would have thought that his friend is such a person, I can't bear the disgust, so I bully her. Is this my fault?"

The detective said grimly, "No one has the right to punish another person for a false name except the law."

Jack didn't answer any of them. He had already seen that condemnation was useless with stubborn girls like dancers who would never repent of hurting others.Instead of wasting saliva and time on this kind of thing, it's better to find some other clues.He pinched the photo and stepped back facing the dancer, as if the photo was a light-transmitting card.After retreating for a long distance, he stood still, walked back, and sighed. The forensic doctor saw him walking around in an incomprehensible confusing operation, and couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

"Scale the height of the girl with the bucket over her head."

The forensic doctor was surprised: "Can this be estimated?"

"Of course it can be calculated, but I suddenly realized that the method is not rigorous. Girls her age grow taller very quickly. I can't use too long-term data to determine this." Jack shook his head.

The dancing girl tightly pressed her lower lip, refusing to make a sound.

"But we have more rigorous methods, for example," Jack put down the photo, unzipped the zipper of the body bag abruptly, and rolled out several broken corpses from the body bag. During the forensic autopsy, the body was so fragmented that the original appearance could not be seen clearly. Jack casually took out a piece of corpse the size of a palm. The girl who was once as beautiful as a flower was now frozen like a hard stone at low temperature. to estimate."

The lady had just recovered from crying, when she stood up, the first thing she saw was her daughter's body, she immediately rolled her eyes, and pouted again.

Everyone looked at him excitedly, holding the corpse empty-handed without gloves, showing disgusted expressions in unison.Jack paid no attention to their expressions, and whistled to himself, looking interested.His golden pupils were as bright as will-o'-the-wisps, and his eyes swept over everyone present, the forensic doctor, the policeman, the lady and the dancer. In these people, he saw ghosts again, but this time, unlike the ghosts in Yangke Town, The ghost of the girl who fell from the building never really disappeared.