Bloodstained Truths Uncovered Chapter 6

In a high-end residential area on Lakeside Road, Liam Chu parked his car next to the fence of a flowerbed, slammed the door, and walked about ten meters before realizing that Yang Kaitai had not caught up.

Yang Kaitai stood quietly under the green shade with his arms hanging down, looking up calmly from the eastern sky to the western sky. There was no utilitarianism in his eyes and no worldly concerns on his body. He looked like a big boy who had gone out from the ivory tower of the art academy to collect folk songs.

"what happened to you?"

Liam Chu asked.

Yang Kaitai retracted his gaze and walked towards him: "There are a lot of cameras here."

Liam Chu casually looked at both sides of the road, smiled and continued walking forward: "Rich people are generally more afraid of death than ordinary people."

Liam Chu's posture was a bit "floating" when he walked, and his shoulders always swayed slightly with his steps. Often, his right foot had not yet stepped firmly on the ground, but his left foot had already stepped out, so he always gave people a frivolous and unstable feeling. This person's "shape" and "appearance" were exactly the same as when he was listed as a celebrity at Jingzhou University. No matter how long he had graduated, how much blood and reality he had seen, he still looked like the celebrity senior who had just graduated from school. The big dye vat of society had not changed him at all, which was commendable.

"Captain, do you think our job is like a mortal's messenger sometimes?"

Yang Kaitai asked sullenly with a gloomy look on his face.

Liam Chu glanced at him and pretended to be horrified: "Don't talk nonsense, public officials are not allowed to have side jobs, do you want to be expelled from the party and removed from office, Comrade Sanyang?"

Yang Kaitai frowned and complained in a low voice: "Captain."

Liam Chu laughed and stopped teasing him, saying, "You're right. Visiting the families of the deceased is the last thing I want to do. It's okay once or twice, but if it happens too often, seeing so many sad faces, I will inevitably doubt my own value. You've been with me for so long, two years? Three years, right? I thought you were used to it a long time ago."

As he spoke, Liam Chu raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Why are you still so sentimental? Do you want a hug, little darling?"

Yang Kaitai sighed and walked forward quickly: "You are always like this, unable to say a serious word."

Liam Chu held the flame in his hand and lit a cigarette, then followed him and said with a smile: "You are the funniest person in our team."

In front of the iron gate of the flower shop, Liam Chu rang the doorbell on the wall, and a moment later a middle-aged man's voice came out from the microphone on the wall.

Liam Chu took out his police ID and pointed it at the peephole: "Police."

"Hold on."

While waiting for the male owner to open the door, Yang Kaitai asked him: "Haven't they noticed the child is missing yet?"

Liam Chu shrugged meaningfully, his eyes fixed on the man walking across the yard.

"What's up, police officer?"

The man asked through the iron gate.

"Does Cheng Xun live here?"

"It's my son, what's wrong?"

Liam Chu took a deep breath and then spit out: "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, your son's body was found by the lake in Noah Square this morning."

Cheng Xun's mother looked younger than his father. Nowadays, many wives look younger than their husbands, especially the rich. But Cheng Xun's mother looked older than her actual age. She was standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast when the two policemen came to her house. Her husband told her why the policemen came. The prematurely aged mother's hands and feet went limp and she fell down. When she was helped by her husband to walk out of the kitchen, Liam Chu saw her bulging belly.

"Oh my god."

Liam Chu heard her say this, and then she was helped by her husband to sit on the sofa, covering her face and crying.

Liam Chu looked at them thoughtfully. The couple was a little strange. From the time they entered the door until now, they seemed to be immersed in sadness and not very shocked. For example, now, the couple was only busy crying and had no time to ask about the whole story.

But they must have a good relationship, as the husband kept his hand on his wife's belly and kept comforting her.

Yang Kaitai briefly stated the case and then asked: "Why did he appear in Noah Square in the early morning?"

The father, who was calmer than his wife, replied, "We don't know either. He was at home yesterday. I went to his room to check on him before going to bed. How could he suddenly run out in the middle of the night?"

"You mean, he suddenly ran out in the middle of the night, and you knew when he left home?"

Father Cheng suddenly became even sadder than before, covering his face with his hands and sobbing, "I heard some noise in the yard around 2 o'clock last night. There are many stray cats in this neighborhood, and I thought it was a stray cat, so I didn't pay any attention to it. Now you tell me that he died in the early morning... by the lake, I... I really regret not going out to check it out!"

Cheng Xun's mother hugged her husband's shoulders, tears staining her sallow face, crying and saying: "We don't want it, we don't want it."

Liam Chu asked them about Cheng Xun's recent emotional state to determine whether he had the intention to commit suicide.

I thought the couple would be surprised to hear that their son's death was a suicide, but they still couldn't express any emotion except sadness. They were like actors who were dragged onto the stage and had not yet learned how to control their facial expressions, so they looked stiff and rigid.

They stared at each other for a long time, as if seeking comfort from each other's eyes. Mr. Cheng always held his wife in his arms in a protective manner, while also protecting her belly. His behavior and language had always been noticed by Liam Chu.

"Yes, he did what you said."

Mr. Cheng recounted his son's past, and this serious father couldn't help but burst into tears: "It was about a year ago, Xiaoxun fell ill, and after he recovered, he was like a different person. His emotions were often out of control, always shouting at night, suspicious, and uneasy. He didn't dare to go out during the day, and even stopped going to school. We took him to see a doctor, and the doctor said he had a mental problem and it was a precursor to bipolar disorder. Since then, he often locked himself in the room, as if his soul had been sucked away. His mother and I tried to communicate with him, but he ignored us. There were also a few times when he banged his head against the wall, buried his face in the pillow, and even scratched his wrist."

When Mr. Cheng talked about his son's self-harming behavior, he suddenly lowered his head and his voice was choked with sobs.

Liam Chu didn't say anything after hearing what he said. He looked around and suddenly asked Mrs. Cheng an irrelevant question: "How many months pregnant is Mrs. Cheng?"

Mrs. Cheng replied, "Almost five months."

Liam Chu nodded and asked, "Can I go to Cheng Xun's room to take a look?"

Father Cheng was about to stand up and lead the way for him, but Liam Chu stopped him: "No, tell me which room it is, and you stay and cooperate with my people to dictate."

"Go upstairs and take the first room on the right."

Liam Chu went up to the second floor alone and pushed open the door of the dead boy's room.

For an adolescent boy, this room was too clean and monotonous. It was all white and smelled of Western medicine. There were no extra decorations except for a few photos on the desk.

The quilt on the single bed next to the window was a little messy, and there were slippers under the bed. It was obvious that the owner went out in a hurry and didn't even have time to put on shoes.

Liam Chu turned his attention to the bottles of medicine on the bedside table and found that they were all sleep-aiding drugs. Judging from the remaining amount in the bottles, most of them had been taken. It seemed that the owner of this bedroom suffered from long-term insomnia.

"Any questions, Mr. Policeman?"

Liam Chu looked back and saw Mr. Cheng standing at the door with his wife and Yang Kaitai.

"fine."

Liam Chu glared at Yang Kaitai imperceptibly, and Yang Kaitai shook his head at him helplessly.

Mrs. Cheng saw the medicine bottle in his hand and was overwhelmed with grief. In a blink of an eye, tears began to flow again: "Xiaoxun is mentally weak and has had to rely on drugs to fall asleep since a year ago. Later, his symptoms became more and more serious and he became less and less like himself. We sent him to see a psychiatrist, but he refused to cooperate and just locked himself in his room all day long. He suffered from severe bipolar disorder. Sometimes he was very depressed, and sometimes he was very manic. His room has been smashed many times by him. Poor child, why does he have to suffer like this?"

"Where's his cell phone?"

Mrs. Cheng was silent for a moment. This strange calmness always appeared on her from time to time: "He stopped using a cell phone a long time ago. Since he became closed, any sound would make him feel uneasy and anxious, including the ringing of the cell phone."

Liam Chu simply invited them in, took a look at the medicine bottle in his hand, and asked, "Are these the only medicines he usually takes?"

Mrs. Cheng said, "I also kept some prescription drugs from doctors for him. We didn't dare let him keep drugs like olanzapine on his own, for fear of the current situation."

Liam Chu: "Do you think Cheng Xun committed suicide?"

Mrs. Cheng leaned on her husband and seemed ready to collapse at any moment. She glanced at Yang Kaitai and said, "This young comrade said that Xiaoxun took a lot of olanzapine. If it wasn't suicide, then what was it?"

Liam Chu glared at Yang Kaitai with his teeth clenched, but Yang Kaitai turned away and looked at the ceiling.

"Where do you keep the medicine?"

Accompanied by her husband, Mrs. Cheng took Liam Chu to the master bedroom, leaving Yang Kaitai alone in the room.

Yang Kaitai examined the room carefully, but it was just as Cheng Xun's mother said, it had been smashed and restored countless times, and there was no trace of the original owner.

There were too few things on the surface of the room that could reflect the owner's personality. Yang Kaitai opened several drawers and wardrobes, but found nothing. He closed the wardrobe door and saw a key hanging on the drawer of the desk. It was the only drawer in the room with a key. He walked over and sat down on the chair in front of the desk. He tried to turn the key. It opened with a click. He pulled out the drawer, and there were two books neatly placed inside, and a photo without a frame was placed on the side.

Yang Kaitai picked up the photo and saw that it was a group photo of four boys, one of whom was the deceased Cheng Xun. This photo was taken at least two or three years ago. The boy grew so fast that his bones and body shape could be seen to have changed. At that time, Cheng Xun was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, and was hugged by a tall, dark-skinned boy with a sturdy body. In the woods, the four big boys smiled brightly and foolishly at the camera.

Yang Kaitai took a backup photo with his mobile phone, then put the photo back in place. Suddenly, he lowered his head and stared at the books, and saw a narrow edge of paper sticking out of the top magazine.

A few minutes later, Liam Chu came back and knocked on the door: "Did you get anything, little Sherlock Holmes?"

Yang Kaitai's face turned ugly. He stood up from his chair and walked to him. His eyes flickered. He handed him a piece of light yellow paper and said, "Captain, your analysis that Cheng Xun was murdered seems to be wrong."

Liam Chu glanced at him, took the paper he handed over, glanced at it briefly, his face changed, and his eyes were dark and uncertain. Looking at this light yellow paper that looked like a "letter", he said in a low voice that was hard to tell whether it was a statement or a question: "Suicide note?"

It reads: "My feet are stuck in hell. I don't know who to ask for mercy or help. Life is a torture for me. Since my heart is no longer kind, I am no longer free. I am like a bird with its ankles chained. It is the shackles that teach me to struggle and repent. I would rather live in a cage, at least I will be forgiven, but I am still exiled and hurt. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. If you know me, you will find that I am a b@st@rd. I have disappointed you. I also want to apologize to everyone I have hurt. Everyone, I'm sorry. I stand in hell and look up to heaven, hoping to be freed one day."

Even though the suicide note was right in front of him, Yang Kaitai couldn't help but ask, "Captain Chu, was it suicide?"

Is it suicide?

Liam Chu read the suicide note several times, and every time he read it, he recalled the crime scene in his mind. The intricate and confusing information in it made him confused, but he did not doubt his speculation. He handed the suicide note to Yang Kaitai and pinched his eyebrows hard: "Take it back for handwriting identification."

Mr. Cheng said to give the couple some time to prepare and then go to the police station to identify the body. Liam Chu and Yang Kaitai walked out of the villa gate. Liam Chu stood in front of the gate and looked back at the beautiful villa in front of him.

"Captain, are we heading in the wrong direction?"

Yang Kaitai was very bothered by the "suicide note" in his hand.

Liam Chu urgently needed something to refresh himself, but he didn't have time to stop and smoke a cigarette. He walked towards the parking lot without stopping, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his steps still floating and unsteady.

"There are many roads to the truth, but only one is true. The others are dead ends. Now we have entered the first dead end, Comrade Sanyang. However, don't jump to conclusions so easily. If------"

Before he could finish his sentence, Liam Chu suddenly stopped, his face suddenly darkened, as if he was covered by a dark cloud in an instant, he turned his head and looked at him and asked: "What's the first sentence?"

Yang Kaitai did not dare to neglect and quickly recited: "My feet are stuck in hell. I don't know who to ask for mercy or help. Life is a torture to me."

"stop."

Liam Chu stood there in a daze, as if an ice spike had pierced his forehead, and a bone-chilling chill crawled up his neck to his spine.

He remembered that there was a sentence in the prank email: I am standing in hell and asking for your help.

"I have nowhere to go. I am in hell and I am begging you for help. Officer Chu, please save me!"

In the darkness of the night, a pair of eyes that had turned dark due to long-term insomnia suddenly became sharp. His pale skin made his face exude a strong aura of death, but his dark pupils were still bright, like two deep wells that contained a lot of evil and murderous intent buried in the dust. He said: Save me.