Police Detective

People never exist in isolation.

Theoretically, from a person's current state, one can deduce his previous experiences, family problems, and even the history and past of the entire person.

Why do many people think fortune tellers are accurate?

For some people, if you have a chat, look at their facial features, eyes, clothing, and behavior, then think about the questions raised, and then make some words ambiguous, they can basically be inseparable.

Then based on your past, guess your future, and just say something nice.

Fortune telling itself is actually not metaphysics, there is nothing mysterious about it, of course. In Bai Song’s view, these people are all cheating money and are a type of fraud~

After all, everyone is a product of society.

No matter where you are, the same is true.

"From a sociological perspective, what kind of person do you think Shi is?" Bai Song opened the window and had a panoramic view of the prosperity outside.

This is Shangjing, where countless people come and leave. Countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs are staged every day. To the city, these are just numbers. To an individual, it is an unquantifiable life.

"Sociology, I don't understand it, but I feel that he always feels that his talents are not appreciated, is that true?" Wang Liang followed Bai Song's eyes and looked out. He opened the curtains for the first time. The scenery outside the express hotel on the 16th floor was like this of beauty.

In Shangjing, there are many such hotels, covering 4 to 20 floors. They have been completely renovated. For a small room, the room rate still costs two to three hundred per night. This city is prosperous and bright. How much do you spend? You can see it for a hundred dollars.

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

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

Or you may be dressed neatly, in a suit, shirt, and slim-fitting clothes, going in and out of major office buildings. However, most people still go back to their huts of less than 10 square meters after get off work and eat lunch boxes worth more than ten yuan to comfort themselves.

If you are in a peaceful mood and you feel tired, you can take your wallet, which you may or may not have saved, and return to your destination; or maybe your heart is as high as the sky, and you will not obey until you die, and you will dedicate yourself here. One decade after another of my own.

However, when did cities have feelings? It will not be moved by you, the only one you can move is yourself.

A very small number of people have outstanding abilities, work hard, and have good fortune~~

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 windowsill, thinking about Shi's life.

Was it once, or many times, that Shi sat on such a window sill, or on a higher rooftop, gently stroking the strings of his guitar with one hand, and looking at the city motionless?

Did this soul ever write moving lyrics, beautiful melodies or immortal poems before it disappeared?

However, what is the use of discussing these at this time?

What disappears cannot come back.

"I understand."

Bai Song murmured.

"What?" Wang Liang frowned.

"Wang Liang, tell me, under what circumstances would a person commit suicide?" Bai Song's eyes never left the bustling lights and brilliance for a moment~

"Don't scare me." Wang Liang pointed at Bai Song: "Looking at your current state, it looks like you are about to commit suicide, as if you have seen through everything."

"." Bai Song didn't complain about Wang Liang. He smiled. Wang Liang said this, which just showed that Bai Song's experience was correct.

"I'm just kidding." Wang Liang saw that Bai Song ignored him and said, "To put it simply, there are two types of people who commit suicide. One is those who think about it, and the other is those who can't."

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Bai Song didn't know how to answer this, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.

"But, no matter what," Bai Song was freed from Wang Liang's interference: "Even as you said, whether you think about it or not, you have nothing to remember in this world."

Bai Song once said that there has never been true empathy in this world.

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

If Shi was still alive, he would be more pleased.

Everyone is a product of society, who doesn’t want to be recognized and understood?

"Yes, many celebrities commit suicide. We ordinary people can't understand it. Do you think you are so rich and you commit suicide? But in fact, they do have no nostalgia or nostalgia for this world because of various things." Wang Liang Agree with Bai Song's statement.

"Well, in fact, many people, maybe including you and me, encounter some difficult things during their adolescence and grow up. They don't want to live anymore and have thoughts of suicide. At that moment, they may be exhausted physically and mentally and lose all hope." Bai Song said: "But At least I still have memories of this world, I still have parents to take care of and accompany me, and I worry about the well-being of my relatives and friends. Due to various factors, this idea slowly disappeared~"

"So what you are saying is that this Shi also committed suicide?" Wang Liang somewhat understood what Bai Song was trying to express, "If this was suicide, our branch would not be able to justify it. It is estimated that his family members will definitely come to make trouble. The winning prize is 400,000. , people immediately jumped off the building, and no one would believe it."

"Then who do you think the murderer is?" Bai Song asked.

"I can't say, but at least there are a few suspects." Wang Liang thought for a while, but did not name any of them.

About half a minute later, Wang Liang couldn't hold it in anymore and sat on the window sill. "Brother, you are not in the right state. Don't jump off the building."

Bai Song knocked on the window glass, "There's something wrong with you. This window can only be opened a crack. With my figure, do you think I can shrink my bones?"

"Okay." Wang Liang opened the window and found that it was indeed impossible. Then he felt relieved and got down from the window sill.

Not long after he left, Wang Liang suddenly came back, "You might as well tell me, tell me, who is the murderer? Don't worry, I will believe you as long as you tell me."

"The murderer." Bai Song's eyes seemed to be deeper: "It's money."

"Money?" Wang Liang didn't understand. "You're saying that someone robbed or stole his money and then killed him?"

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

"How is this possible???" Wang Liang saw Bai Song reaching out to hit him without any hesitation, "Who would win the prize and commit suicide instead? This is 400,000! Anyone can buy an Audi. Oh no. Your kind is a new Audi car!"

After saying that, Wang Liang shut up and said, "Are you sure he committed suicide when he got money instead of losing money?"

"Yes, it is a tragedy that this money got into Shi's hands."