Chapter 302: Suicide note, deleted?
The palace worker sank deeply into the soft sofa. He didn't take off his shoes, and his dirty soles casually stepped on the carpet.
In the past, the palace laborer would never have dared to be so presumptuous, and the 150-pound woman at home would have removed his legs, but now it doesn't matter anymore.
The mother-in-law has been away from home for the past few days. He sent her out of the ninth district to a place where no one can find her.
There are cigarette butts everywhere next to the shoes. Some of these cigarette butts have been extinguished, and some are still emitting a faint smoke. The air is filled with the unique smell of tobacco.
Gong Lao's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa. As the sparks from the cigarette butt flickered, black holes were burned into the carpet.
I don't know how long it took, but when the palace laborer couldn't pour out any more cigarettes from the cigarette box, his whole body seemed to be enveloped in smoke, and his face was blurred.
Buzz buzz——
The sound of connecting was vaguely heard in the smoke. The voice on the other end could not be heard, but only the hoarse voice of the palace worker responded:
"The debt I owe you has been paid off, ha——, it's time to go, I see them waving to me."
The splashed cigarette butt fell on the carpet. This time, it did not burn a hole, but set off a dangerous flame, which soon connected with the cigarette butt on the ground and spread to the trouser legs and the sofa.
The palace worker didn't seem to notice. He mechanically deleted the contacts on his phone and threw it on the coffee table. Then he opened the old wallet and his eyes fell on a yellowed photo in the mezzanine.
The young man in the photo is smiling silly, while the woman next to him is slender and beautiful.
A suppressed scream came from Gong Lao's throat, and the photo in his hand turned to black ashes in the flames, and his clothes were immediately swallowed up by the flames.
Gong Lao's whole body was filled with fire. He screamed and bumped around the house, and finally broke the window. With a plop, he fell down from the seventh floor.
When Feng Mu and everyone arrived, what they saw was a pile of burnt corpses on the ground.
A crowd of onlookers gathered downstairs. They were pointing and talking at the broken windows upstairs. Some people nearby dialed the phone number of the patrol room, but the line in the patrol room was always busy and no one answered. .
Feng Mu and his party hurried upstairs, only to see the door open and a tall figure busy inside.
He waved the water-soaked quilt with great strength and heavy force. Each wave was accompanied by a heavy sound. Within a moment, he put out the fires in the living room one by one.
In this era of prosperous martial arts, the threat of fire has been greatly reduced because many people have the ability to act as "human fire extinguishers."
Feng Mu frowned slightly, his eyes lingering on that person for a moment.
Liu Yi and others quickly surrounded him with serious faces.
After some inquiries, they learned that the strong man who put out the fire was called Zhao Yongwei, 33 years old, and his neighbor next door. After hearing the broken windows and the sound of the fire alarm, he immediately broke in and enthusiastically put out the flames.
"Fuck, there are so many ways to commit suicide, but you chose arson. You really deserved to die. The walls in the corridor were blackened..."
The strong man who put out the fire wiped the sweat from his head and cursed in his mouth.
Feng Mu's pupils shrank and asked: "How do you know he committed suicide?"
"Isn't it suicide?" The strong man noticed the unkind gazes of everyone and his face turned a little pale. He explained nervously, "Look, didn't he leave a suicide note on his computer?"
On the dining table next to the living room, a laptop was lying there quietly, with the screen blackened by smoke. Liu quickly stepped forward and carefully wiped the screen clean with a paper towel.
The screen lit up, showing a document interface with black and white text. Liu Yi glanced at the contents of the document and suddenly felt his eyes darken. He picked up the computer and walked quickly to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu glanced at the contents of the suicide note without changing his expression. Although the words in the suicide note were a bit confusing, the central ideas could be summarized in two points.
First, the palace laborer cannot live anymore and wants to die;
Second, Gong Lao fiercely criticized the dark current situation of the second prison, especially the "last elimination system" implemented by prison warden Qian Huan. He believed that this system forced prison guards to treat prisoners as livestock to be slaughtered.
The palace laborers felt that the Second Prison had become a slaughterhouse and the prison guards had become ruthless executioners.
Tormented by his conscience, he decided to help the prisoners escape from the prison. However, unexpectedly, the prisoners started a riot and hijacked the prison guards.
What shocked him even more was that prison warden Qian Huan ruthlessly ordered all prisoners and prison guards to be killed.
Gong Lao realized that he had made an irreparable mistake and could only choose to commit suicide out of fear and regret.
Feng Mu carefully browsed through it and said with a half-smile: "Oh, the writing is quite similar."
Liu Yi didn't know if Feng Mu was talking sarcastically and didn't dare to answer. Feng Mu glanced sideways at his enthusiastic neighbor, who was soon sent away from the scene.
After the neighbor left, Gong Qi said quietly: "Junior brother, there is something wrong with that person."
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Feng Mu said "Hmm": "I know."
Seeing that Feng Mu knew it, Gong Qi still said no more. He glanced at the computer and asked:
"This person has taken everything on himself. If someone else dies, my junior brother, won't your case have to be solved even if it is not solved?"
Feng Mu did not answer Gong Qi, but asked: "Has the suicide note been sent?"
Liu Yi operated the computer for a few times and replied: "It was sent by email. It should have been sent before death. The email address it was sent to is. This email number is a bit familiar."
He said "Huh" in slight surprise and continued: "It seems to have been sent to the top of the prison system, but I don't know which one specifically."
Seeing Feng Mu's questioning look, Liu Yi sorted out his words and explained:
"The mailbox suffixes in our prison system are all uniform, and the numbers in front of the mailboxes also have specific rules. Generally speaking, the smaller the number, the higher the position in the prison system. The number assigned by our warden is jqjy17, and the number of this mailbox is jqjy03, so..."
Feng Mu thought for two seconds and felt that the case was becoming more complicated and the people involved were getting bigger and bigger.
Fortunately, he does not use conventional detective methods, but the detective's wisdom template. He only needs to make up a fascinating story. For this, he can delete or add some changes to the facts that have already happened.
Feng Mu said calmly: "Delete the email."
Liu Yi was slightly stunned, and then explained anxiously: "The email has been sent, and it can't be covered up even if it is deleted now."
Feng Mu smiled slightly, a deep light flashed in his eyes: "Of course I know, but you delete it now."
Liu Yi hesitated for a moment, then he faced Feng Mu's firm but gentle smile, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind to click the operation to completely delete the email from the computer.
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(End of chapter)