Seeing that he didn't want to deal with conversations with others than usual, E Jingbai explained to Cheng Xiaodai, then took him downstairs, and casually found a stone stool for him to sit down. E Jingbai bought two bottles of cold mineral water from the convenience store next to him, and handed him a bottle and sat with him, and stopped talking.

After more than ten minutes, Yan Mi spoke and whispered: "After Professor Han committed suicide, will this case be under your control?"

"Well," E Jingbai responded lightly, "The incident happened suddenly and was related to the previous case. We didn't let the world intervene, so we just drew the case."

Yan Mi changed the mineral water in her hand. The left hand that was holding it was already a little numb. "He also strangled himself with a net cable?"

"Yeah." E Jingbai didn't say that he had received a photo of the scene sent to him by Di Bingqiao, but at that time he didn't know the relationship between the body in the photo and Yan Mi.

"I still don't really believe that he will commit suicide," Yan Mi turned his head slightly. His dark eyes were very cold, but he seemed to be at a loss. "I don't know Mu Er before, but Professor Han smiled all day long. I don't think he would commit suicide. Didn't you say that these cases may be murders." When he was evaluated as an associate professor, he was so busy that he might lose the election several times. Han Jianan also told him that he should be more at ease in life and not care too much about these things. If he can be evaluated like this, he will live the same life.

"Sorry, I can't make an assertion now," E Jingbai said in a seemingly formulaic tone. He really didn't know what to use to comfort Yan Mi. Generally speaking, the members of the General Office's field team would not be taciturn. He came to meet the family and friends of the deceased. In the end, he could only say: "Not everyone who loves to laugh is very happy, maybe he has his difficulties."

Yan Mi stared at E Jingbai for a while, then shook her head, not knowing whether she didn't understand or was sighing.

Just when E Jingbai didn't know what to continue to say, his cell phone vibrated and a text message came in. He clicked on it and looked at it, and then asked in no trace: "I heard that Teacher Fang Shupingfang and Professor Han have a good relationship, right?"

Yan Mi paused, raised her eyelids slightly, as if she was thinking about something, "It should be pretty good. When I invited Professor Han to dinner several times, Shuping would come over and talk to Professor Han very much."

E Jingbai was defeated by Yan Mi. I really don’t know whether he should be unkind or too slow. It sounds like Fang Shuping and Han Jianan are both close friends of him, but he doesn’t even know the relationship between these two people. “My colleague said Fang Shuping lives next to Professor Han, and the two often take care of each other. This morning, Fang Shuping found the body when he went to class with Professor Han.”

"...Is this true?" Yan Mi thought for a while and nodded, "No wonder she didn't see Shuping in the office just now."

E Jingbai looked at his expression that seemed unmoved and seemed to be completely outside his state, and suddenly felt very tired. How can a person live completely in his own world?

The fourth floor of the dormitory building of the faculty and staff of Jiaotong University, three chairs and a table were temporarily moved into an empty dormitory. Lin Yingkong and Feng Rong sat on the side, and faced them with them the first person who discovered the fourth single-net suicide case, namely Yan Mi's friend and Fang Shuping, a teacher from the School of Business Administration.

Lin Yingkong asked some basic questions as usual. In fact, he had asked most of these questions just now, but Fang Shuping relaxed a little while when he was kind-hearted and repeated the matter one by one.

"According to what Teacher Fang said just now, you and the deceased Han Jian'an both have the habit of getting up in the morning to run. Why did you wake up the deceased when you were about to start class this morning?" Feng Rong looked at the records in his notebook and asked.

Fang Shuping smiled bitterly, "I went to the bar with my friend last night and drank a few more drinks. I couldn't get up this morning and didn't go running anymore. I thought Professor Han would go for a few laps by himself. When I knocked on the door, I thought he was not here. When I found that his door was locked, I realized something was wrong." He wiped his face, as if he wanted to wipe away some depressed and guilty expression on his face, "If... if I asked Professor Han to get up and run at six o'clock as usual, would he be saved?"

Feng Rong looked at him and shook his head for a moment, "He committed suicide around 3 a.m., and it's useless for you to pass 6 a.m.."

Fang Shuping's face froze when he heard this, and then his shoulders fell down a little decadently, as if he was a little confused, "That's it... Police officer, can I ask, why did Professor Han commit suicide?"

"Don't you know the reason for his suicide at all?" Feng Rong asked without answering.

"I don't know why Professor Han committed suicide? Although his wife passed away, his son was working in another place and had a wife. He also had a fat grandson. His daughter was only admitted to a key university this year and was in her freshman year... Why was his children so filial and filial? " Fang Shuping murmured, his eyes gradually filled with incredible meaning, and with a strong sense of sadness.

"The deceased is gone, please feel sorry for me." Feng Rong said this sentence with a expressionless face.

Fang Shuping seemed to be cold by his attitude, and he didn't say anything for a while. Lin Yingkong said at the right time: "We have seen the crime scene and did not find any matters such as Professor Han left a suicide note, so I wanted to ask Teacher Fang, do you know if Professor Han has difficulties in what aspects that made him think of suicide?"

Lin Yingkong's tone was very gentle, with a moderate and not annoying, and would not make people feel false sympathy. Fang Shuping glanced at him and was infected by his tone, and then opened up again, "I haven't heard of any difficulties Professor Han has. Several classes he led are preparing to graduate, and his grades are very good. Most of them have found jobs. The school also said that he would give Professor Han a prize. His daughter is coming back from vacation. A few days ago, he was talking about taking his daughter on vacation to his son's side for two days, but in a blink of an eye, how could it be..." When talking about being moved, the man of five or three was also slightly red in his eyes. He covered his eyes slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of control, but I really don't believe that Professor Han will commit suicide."

"It's okay, I can understand Teacher Fang's current mood." Lin Yingkong said comfortingly. After he calmed down, he asked without a trace: "By the way, there is another thing that requires you to cooperate with. Besides you, who else does Professor Han have to have a better relationship with?"

This question seemed to stump Fang Shuping. He hesitated for a while before he reported the names of several people. Feng Rong saw the unfamiliar names that Lin Yingkong had recorded, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't?"

He actually had no special tone when he spoke, but was plain and indifferent. Fang Shuping stared at the slightly raised curve of his eyebrows, and felt like he was swept by the wind in the refrigerator with his raised eyebrows. The fan above his head was whirling, and his back and forehead were already covered in the stuffy heat of June. After being swept like this, the hot sweat turned into cold sweat, which made people shudder. Fang Shuping subconsciously said: "Xiaomi... Yan Mi and Professor Han are also quite familiar."

"Associate Professor Yan, how familiar is?" Feng Rong asked.

Fang Shuping was a little annoyed and could only consider the words, "I am not very familiar. Yan Mi is a relatively introverted person. They can talk very well in the professional field."

"Why did Teacher Fang hide it? You didn't seem to want to say it just now," Feng Rong looked at him, "Do you want to cover up Yan Mi? Why do you protect him? Because what do you think he will have to do with this case?"

"No, I don't mean that," Fang Shuping's face turned pale, "Yan Mi never cared about other people's affairs. I just think that even if I say it, it will be of no help to you."

"Then talk about Yan Mi." Feng Rong casually placed the notebook on the table, leaned his body to the back of the chair, his legs naturally overlapped, his right hand was placed on the table, and his fingers gently tapped the table. The subtle and regular sound was like a urging talisman.

Fang Shuping was stunned, his eyes drooped to the lower left. This was a memory move, "Yan Mi... is a person who lives very self-centered. No one wants to get close to him when he doesn't want to pay attention to him. He is like a person living in a vacuum. No one can get close to him except what he is interested in." He repeatedly used two sentences to describe Yan Mi's life state.

"Teacher Fang is good at writing." Feng Rongru commented on this.

Fang Shuping suddenly came back from the state of being immersed in memories and said apologetically: "I just want to say that Yan Mi doesn't care much about other people's affairs. He doesn't even know that there is a murder case in the university town, and it's even more impossible to have anything to do with these cases."

"These cases?" Feng Rong repeated these four words meaningfully, "Teacher Fang did not seem to regard Han Jian'an's suicide as a case alone."

Fang Shuping hesitated for a while and said, "Three people died in the university town. They all strangled themselves to death with a network cable. I just took a look, but I also saw Professor Han's neck..." When he said this, he seemed to be unable to speak anymore, and his voice was slightly choked.

"I wonder what Teacher Fang thinks about these suicide cases?" Lin Yingkong asked gently.
Chapter completed!