Shao Lao said three words "sit" one after another, and Deng Xiangyu's parents sat down. Elder Shao filled his own tea jar with water, then asked Jiang He to take two disposable cups, poured hot water, and pushed them in front of Deng Xiangyu's parents.

Deng Xiangyu's parents were very restrained, sitting on a chair, they didn't know where to put their legs or where to put their hands. Letting the boiling water in the cup be steaming, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, but he didn't dare to move.

Mr. Shao picked up the tea jar and said to the two: "I heard that you came here on bicycles. It's quite far away. After riding for a night, how can you not be thirsty? Drink some water. By the way, Yuan Jun, go outside and buy some dry food and vegetables to bring back."

Father Deng grinned and squeezed out a smile, stabbed Mother Deng with his arm, and the two of them took up the disposable cups to drink water slowly.

Jiang He and Xu Yiman sat on the side, silently observing Deng Xiangyu's parents.

Xu Yiman was very angry at the moment, because she saw what Deng Xiangyu's parents were wearing. Xu Yiman finds it hard to believe that in this society, there are still people who wear patched clothes. If such clothes are worn on those beautiful models, it is called fashion; but if these clothes are worn on Deng Xiangyu's parents, it is called life.

Xu Yiman knew that Deng Xiangyu's family was born from a farmer, but she did not expect that Deng Xiangyu's parents would be so frugal. But even so, Deng Xiangyu's parents still gave the money to Deng Xiangyu. But Deng Xiangyu used the money, stained with the blood and sweat of his parents, to give a random reward to a young lady.

The more people lack something, the more they love to show off.

One thousand yuan, if spent on Deng Xiangyu's parents, would be enough to buy them clothes for a lifetime.

According to the data, Deng's father is 42 years old and Deng's mother is 38 years old. Judging from their dark skin, wrinkled faces, and rough, dry and cracked hands, they look like 50-year-olds. The years that were fair to everyone left unfair marks on the faces of Deng Xiangyu's parents.

The two put down the water glasses, Father Deng wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked at Lao Shao Nuo Nuo.

Shao Lao also put down the tea jar, but did not let go of his hand: "Do your farmers still use paraquat for weeding now?"

Father Deng didn't know why Mr. Shao asked this question, but he still whispered, "I know how to use it."

Elder Shao looked at Jiang He, Jiang He nodded, and then walked out. After a while, Jiang He came back with something in his hand. This thing is not an object, it is paraquat found on the platform of the water tower.

Jiang He gently placed the bottle on the table, and the eyes of several people fell on the bottle of paraquat.

Shao Lao asked softly, "Have you seen this paraquat bottle?"

The two nodded lightly, and Father Deng said, "This is what my family uses, why, why are you here."

"Who is usually in charge of weeding?" Shao Lao asked again.

"Me." Father Deng replied.

Xu Yiman came up at this time, holding a convenient fingerprint recognition machine in her hand, and said to Father Deng: "Press the fingerprint, all ten fingers must be pressed."

Father Deng didn't know why, but nodded anyway.

And soon, the fingerprints were recognized. The fingerprints on the paraquat bottle exactly matched those of Father Deng.

In other words, paraquat is owned by Deng Xiangyu himself, and Deng Xiangyu is definitely committed suicide. But Deng Xiangyu committed suicide a week after the school bullying case, which caused a headache for the investigation team. This is not what the murderer who left the "killing" note did, and the task force still doesn't know when the murderer will act.

After getting the truth of the matter, Lao Shao sighed softly, took a sip of tea, and said, "Deng Xiangyu turned out to be doing well in his studies, didn't he?"

Mother Deng sighed and said, "Xiangyu, in my family, has always been a good student in the village in elementary school, and he is the first and second in the whole school, but I don't know why, after entering junior high school, his grades are not as good as one day. At the time, he was in the 20th place in the school, but later, he has been regressing to hundreds of places, and he can't get into any good high school at all."

Sometimes the world is so ironic. As an outsider, the task force understands why Deng Xiangyu feels suicidal. He is inferior, sensitive, and cowardly. But as Deng Xiangyu's parents, they don't know why Deng Xiangyu committed suicide, and they never even thought that Deng Xiangyu would commit suicide.

"Deng Xiangyu quarreled with you the day before school started?" Shao Lao asked.

Father Deng scratched his head and whispered, "Yes, I hit him."

"Why?" Shao Lao asked.

"You say it, you say it." Father Deng lowered his head and said to Mother Deng.

Mother Deng snorted and said: "It was the afternoon before the school started, and Xiangyu was going to come to the city by car. Because the school is far away, he lives at my sister's house."

"Well." Shao Lao asked: "And then."

Mother Deng continued: "Then Xiangyu said that the school will charge another 1,500 yuan for tuition and miscellaneous fees. When my family heard about it, they scolded Xiangyu, saying that he couldn't do anything every day, and he studied for a day. It’s better to know that you want money every day. He thinks that the money is brought by the wind, and he wants as much as he says.”

"My family is not very good-tempered, but that is to say, he is ready to take money. But Xiangyu's child is also stubborn, so he shouted that he didn't have any money, so he didn't go to school. Anyway, he is not good at studying. No matter what.”

"My family got angry when they heard it, so I picked up the feather duster on the kang and flicked him a few times. Then I stopped him. I gave him money, and he slammed the door and left."

With that said, Mother Deng looked at Father Deng: "You said, it was because the school asked for money, and it wasn't him spending money randomly. What are you scolding him for?"

Xu Yiman shook her head. She wanted to tell Mother Deng what happened. He wanted to tell Mother Deng that the nine-year compulsory education had been exempted from tuition and miscellaneous fees, but he couldn't say it when the words came to him. Only now did she really understand that poor people must have something to hate.

"I have to beat him if I take money to make a living. You said, I just suffered from the loss of no culture, so I can only suffer in this life. I'm not doing it for his own good, so that he doesn't have to suffer like me in the future, But this kid just doesn't listen, just messing around every day, looking at me, looking at me angry and distressed..."

It seemed that he was stuck in his throat, and he didn't spit out unhappily. Father Deng spoke his heart out in one breath.

"Yes." Shao Lao nodded.

The education of the two generations is different, and there will naturally be a big gap. The older generation always thinks that filial sons come from sticks, but they never pay attention to the inner feelings of children. But they also came here, wanting them to find a better way to educate them. They didn't have the ability or the time, which led to the tragedy.

After a brief silence, Elder Shao said, "I have to tell you something."

The two looked at Shao Lao.

Shao Lao said softly: "You have also seen the bottle in front of you. This should be taken from your yard when Deng Xiangyu left. He didn't go to the third aunt's house the night before, but found a place to live by himself. The next day, on his way to school, he passed the Nanwan Street water tower, he climbed the water tower, drank pesticides and committed suicide."

"What?" Mother Deng couldn't believe her ears.

Shao Lao nodded heavily: "You heard right, Deng Xiangyu committed suicide. We probably found the body at noon yesterday. At night, we found out the identity of the deceased and notified you to come to the police station. We will present a detailed investigation later. The report, after you read it, sign it without objection, and take the body back."

Listening to Shao Lao's words, Mother Deng almost fainted.

Jiang He noticed that Mother Deng's tears flowed out in an instant. She didn't cry out, but her body kept twitching. Father Deng's eyes were red, he didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the table, motionless.

Some people's grief is hoarse, and some people's grief is silent. They are still the same, but their hearts are already riddled with holes.

At this time, Yuan Jun bought some dry food and side dishes.

Shao Lao took the food, put it in front of the two, and said, "I've been riding a bike all night, I must be hungry, eat something, someone will come and tell you what to do in a while."

Father Deng squeezed out a smile, revealing the yellow teeth in his mouth.

"Let's go." Said, Shao Lao stood up.

Several people nodded and left the conference room.

"Let's go, prepare how to face the media." Shao Lao said.

The corridor is deep and long, and the sun shines through it, and the light and shadow on the corridor are mottled, flickering, like the stripes on a zebra. Xu Yiman turned back and looked at the end of the corridor. Through the glass on the door, Xu Yiman happened to see Deng Xiangyu and his wife sitting at the conference table.

She saw a picture like this: Deng Xiangyu's mother was lying on the table, her back was up and down, and she was still crying. And Deng Xiangyu's father dragged the dry food and side dishes over. He was crying while eating the pancakes and side dishes.

Tears fell on the pancakes and in the side dishes. He ate it in big gulps, and the tears fell in his stomach.

Life is impermanent, and all living beings suffer.

Mr. Shao said to Yuan Jun: "Prepare all the information, I will go to the media. This case is so noisy that we will solve the case of Deng Xiangyu within three days and catch the murderer. It can be found. After investigation, it was confirmed that Deng Xiangyu committed suicide, and there was no murderer."

"No murderer means no murderer." Jiang He said, "Just tell the truth."

"It must be truthful." Shao Lao nodded: "Yuan Jun, please inform us that we will hold a press conference in advance, and then we will investigate more important matters."

"What?" Yuan Jun asked.

"Find the person who wrote the 'killing' note." Shao Lao replied.