I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Shen Ling'er stared at it.

Her little hands tucked into her sleeves.

The red string and copper coin felt cool against my palm.

Old Hu walked over, saw the symbol, and his face darkened.

"This thing is unlucky."

He Chuan immediately asked, "Have you met Old Hu before?"

Old Hu did not answer.

He looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Baby, you're saying this wasn't written by him?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Um."

Why?

Shen Ling'er pointed to the note.

"The characters are messy."

"But the door was drawn very steadily."

"A person who wants to die will have a shaky hand when writing, and won't be so steady when drawing symbols."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

The plainclothes officer looked down at the evidence bag.

indeed.

The words were written with varying degrees of emphasis, as if they were written when emotions were collapsing.

But that half-open door had very straight lines.

It looks like they've practiced.

Shen Ling'er continued, "The paper isn't for students either."

There was incense ash on the edge of the paper.

"It still smells of old ink."

Old Hu's fingers paused for a moment.

"Old ink?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"The taste of your folk food stalls."

Old Hu's expression changed.

He Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

"So, the note might have been given to him by someone on this old street today?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"Not today."

"The paper has old creases."

"He stayed with them for more than a day."

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the bridgehead.

A woman rushed over.

She was wearing a business suit, and her hair was a little messy.

Upon seeing the boy on the stretcher, she initially breathed a sigh of relief, but her face darkened the next second.

"Zhou Yan!"

The boy lowered his eyes.

The woman rushed forward and raised her hand to strike.

Yang Mi blocked it with one step.

"He was just rescued."

The woman's hand froze in mid-air.

"Who are you?"

He Chuan quickly stepped forward.

"Hello, we are the program crew. This child just—"

The woman interrupted him.

"You took pictures of him?"

"Who gave you permission to film?"

"He still has to go to school! Do you know how much this will affect him?"

The live chat exploded instantly.

"???"

"Her son almost died, and this was her first reaction?"

"No wonder the child said he has no home."

Yang Mi's voice was very low.

"We've already cut to a wide shot; we didn't film the faces directly."

The woman sneered.

"Then why didn't you stop them?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"We stopped them."

The woman looked at her.

"Child?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at Zhou Yan.

"You should be hugging him now, not yelling at others."

The woman's face stiffened.

"How dare you talk to an adult like that?"

Shen Ling'er looked at her.

"How could you speak to your son who almost died?"

It was quiet by the bridge.

The woman's lips moved.

At this moment, another middle-aged man also arrived.

Wearing glasses and holding a mobile phone.

"I am Zhou Yan's homeroom teacher."

He glanced at Zhou Yan on the stretcher and frowned.

"Zhou Yan, why are you causing trouble again?"

Zhou Yan shrank back slightly.

Shen Ling'er's eyes turned cold.

The homeroom teacher looked at the police.

"This child is usually emotionally fragile."

"I can't stand it if my parents say a few words when I don't do well on the exam."

"Kids these days have such poor resilience."

Old Hu couldn't stand it anymore.

"The person just came down from the bridge, and you're saying this?"

The homeroom teacher sighed.

I'm stating the facts.

"With so many students in the class, who isn't working hard?"

"He's the one who can't see things clearly."

Zhou Yan's tears fell again.

He offered no explanation.

It's like they've gotten used to it.

Shen Ling'er walked to his side.

"It's not because you failed the exam."

Zhou Yan looked up.

The homeroom teacher frowned.

"Little friend, this is not something you can say carelessly."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

Are you afraid I'll tell?

The homeroom teacher's face darkened.

"I'm afraid you'll mislead the public."

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"You have the apology he tore up in your bag."

The homeroom teacher was taken aback.

"What?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to his briefcase.

"The left mezzanine."

"Four words were written in red pen."

"Hopeless."

The homeroom teacher's expression changed instantly.

The plainclothes officer looked at him.

"Please cooperate."

The homeroom teacher took half a step back.

"This is internal school information!"

The plainclothes officer's voice was very flat.

"Now it involves inducing suicide among minors."

The homeroom teacher fell silent.

The briefcase was opened.

In the left-hand compartment, there was indeed a crumpled piece of paper bearing a self-criticism.

There were many places circled in red pen on the paper.

The last line contained four characters.

Beyond redemption.

When Zhou Yan's mother saw those four words, her face changed.

The homeroom teacher exclaimed urgently, "I wrote that in a fit of anger!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"more than."

She pointed to Zhou Yan's cuffs.

"The marks on his wrists were from rubber bands."

"There's chalk dust on the rubber band."

"Someone in your class played him."

The homeroom teacher's face turned even uglier.

Zhou Yan lowered his head and spoke very softly.

"They put my test paper on the blackboard."

"They said I was holding them back."

"The teacher didn't stop them."

The homeroom teacher immediately said, "I didn't see it!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You saw it."

The homeroom teacher angrily retorted, "What makes you say that?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at his phone.

"You deleted the group messages on your way here."

"Keep swiping your finger to the left."

"My dad says that people who delete things always have something to hide."

The plainclothes officer immediately looked at the homeroom teacher.

"cell phone."

The homeroom teacher gripped her phone tightly.

"You have no right—"

The plainclothes officers interrupted.

"We will apply for access in accordance with the law."

The homeroom teacher slowly loosened her grip.

Zhou Yan's mother stood there, her face gradually turning pale.

She finally looked at her son.

Why didn't you tell your mother?

Zhou Yan looked up at her.

"I said that."

The woman froze.

Zhou Yan's voice trembled.

"Tell me, don't embarrass yourself."

This sentence came out.

No one spoke by the bridge.

Yang Mi lowered his head and held Shen Ling'er's small hand tightly.

Shen Ling'er, however, kept staring at the note.

She suddenly asked Zhou Yan.

"Who gave you this?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"have no idea."

"I have it in my desk drawer."

"The first one was a single photo."

"It happened every day after that."

He Chuan's expression changed.

"Every day?"

Zhou Yan nodded.

"The words written on them are all different."

"Sometimes when I write, the pain stops when I fall asleep."

"Sometimes when I write, it's very quiet under the bridge."

"Another time I wrote, 'The door is open, so there's no need to come back.'"

Old Hu slammed his cane down heavily.

"The door is open?"

Shen Ling'er's eyes turned cold.

She asked, "Is the paper still there?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"I threw them all away."

Shen Ling'er looked at the homeroom teacher.

Where's the trash can?

The homeroom teacher's lips moved slightly.

"At the back of the classroom."

Shen Ling'er turned to look at the plainclothes officer.

"Uncle, hurry up and go."

Without hesitation, the plainclothes officer immediately contacted the school's jurisdiction via walkie-talkie.

The atmosphere by the bridge had completely changed.

This is no longer just a child's suicidal idea.

Someone is slowly pushing him.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"This isn't suicide, it's inducement!"

"That's terrifying, slipping notes through every day?"

"They're here again, with the door half open!"

"Shen Fei won't let Ling'er do fortune-telling, is it because he's afraid she'll have to bear the consequences?"

Zhou Yan's mother finally squatted down and hugged her son.

This time, she didn't mention her grades.

I didn't say it was shameful.

She just cried.

Zhou Yan remained frozen for a long time before slowly raising his hand and grabbing her clothes.

Shen Ling'er looked at it for a while, then turned her face away.

Yang Mi patted her head.

"Ling'er, you just said he would die, what did you see?"

Shen Ling'er remained silent.

Old Hu was also looking at her.

He Chuan dared not urge him.

A long time passed.

Shen Ling'er then whispered, "My father said we shouldn't speak of fate carelessly."

Yang Mi squatted down.

"Then why did you still tell them?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the water under the bridge.

"Because there is a broken path in him."

"He walked past, and that was it."

Old Hu stopped breathing.

"Circuit blocked?"

Shen Ling'er did not explain.

She simply held the copper coin in her sleeve.

"My dad said that if you see a dead person on a road and don't stop them, you're asking for trouble."

"To speak carelessly about fate is to shorten one's own life."

"That's why he won't let me have the chance."

The wind was getting stronger near the bridge.

No one laughed.

The plainclothes officer's walkie-talkie suddenly rang.

"Scrap paper has been found in the school's trash cans."

"Seven in total."

"They all have a half-open door symbol."

Everyone on the bridge looked up.

It gave me the creeps.