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"Wu Meng." When I was about to answer, Mary came over: "I got all the information you asked me to find for you. About Chu Mei and Lin Daiyu The background, parental relationship, and medical records have all been checked out for you, and even the articles in their QQ space have been extracted for you. There are too many for me to read, so you can read them yourself." "The case is over. Why are you still reading this?" Gu Chen looked at the pile of documents in Mary's hand and shook his head. I reached out and took it, and said to Mary: "Thank you for your hard work, let's take a look. Although the person is definitely killed by Daiyu, you don't want to understand the deeper things in it?" "What's the result? Tell me." Gu Chen waved his hand: "I hate seeing these things the most." I sighed, stupid human beings! How do you understand the pleasure of completely understanding something? This is the most rewarding part of solving a case. I always think that catching a criminal is a very simple matter, but figuring out why the criminal does what he does is a complicated and difficult matter. So I saw some clues, late at night. I saw Daiyu’s medical information. A long time ago, Daiyu had surgery. The name of the operation was "Polydactyly: Excessive Growth Removal Surgery on the Right Foot." When I saw this, I suddenly broke into a cold sweat on my back. The name of the surgery is actually very straightforward: to remove the extra toes on the right foot. But it was not Chu Mei who performed this surgery, but Daiyu. This shows that the child Master Chu picked up on the roadside was not Chu Mei at all, but this Daiyu. I suddenly remembered that when I met Daiyu for the first time, Daiyu was picking his feet. There was a faint mark on the big toe joint of Daiyu’s right foot! The medical information later states: When finger hyperplasia occurs in joints and requires tendon and joint capsule repair, the surgery should be performed before the child is three years old. Daiyu had this surgery when she was two years old. Does she still remember such things? Master Chu is not Daiyu’s father at all. Master Chu took his biological daughter away and gave the picked-up baby girl to his wife. But if this is the case, then it is impossible for First Wife not to know about this. The night is as quiet as water, and people's hearts are complicated.
Who is really being used as a shield? Is it Chu Mei or Daiyu? I fear it is the latter.
Thinking carefully, if you were to seek revenge, would you target his adopted daughter or his biological daughter, even though this father has not returned home for twenty years? Perhaps the most dangerous place is actually the safest, which is why Chu Mei might be safer.
From Daiyu's previous descriptions, it is clear that Chu Mei has a very good relationship with Master Chu. If Chu Mei were merely a plaything of Master Chu, why would she rush back to mourn for him at the first opportunity?
Daiyu is actually the one who has been abandoned. I had thought before that Six Fingers could simply perform surgery to remove her, so why abandon her? Is it because she is a girl, or because she is an ugly girl?
So, does Daiyu really not know about this?
The scar on Daiyu's foot may have faded, but there are still traces. Hasn't she ever suspected anything? Can't she find her medical records?
I believe Daiyu knows.
Then why does Daiyu still seek revenge for Master Chu? Why does she want to kill Six Brothers and those who arranged the Ghost Marriage for Chu Mei? Why does she want to steal the corpse and dance Goose Lake in the courtyard?
As I arrived at an answer in my heart, a wave of intense sorrow surged within me. Earlier, when Guan Zengbin passed by, she inexplicably felt some sympathy for Daiyu, but at that moment, I did not feel anything. It was only now that this sadness and heartache welled up within me, so thick that it seemed impossible to disperse.
Daiyu danced in the courtyard wearing a red dress, performing a dance called Goose Lake.
What story does Goose Lake tell?
It’s a cliché: a prince defeats an ugly Old Sorceress and rescues a beautiful girl who had been transformed into a goose, and they live happily ever after.
But what is happiness really? We often wish you happiness or say they lived happily ever after. But what exactly is happiness?
For Daiyu, who has been abandoned since childhood, what does true happiness mean?
She was needed by others, yet no one in the world liked her. She had to create the illusion that others needed her. Perhaps Daiyu had long known that she was the one who had been abandoned, but she dared not come out. She feared that if she did, her mother would tear away the disguise, and if she emerged, Master Chu would no longer be the father she had imagined.
She was not deceiving others; she was deceiving herself.
How could someone abandoned by the entire world pretend to be needed?
Daiyu killed Chu Mei, perhaps out of jealousy. Jealousy that Chu Mei was surrounded like a princess, jealousy that Chu Mei won the needs of many simply with her looks. Even after death, there were those willing to pay thirty thousand to buy her body.
But for Daiyu, from being mocked by friends to being pitied as she grew up, there had never been anyone who said to her, "I need you." Yes, this world treated many people harshly. Even a beautiful thief would not have their owner report them to the police out of pity.
So Daiyu killed Chu Mei; so Daiyu stole those female corpses because she was jealous—jealous of those whose bodies were needed even in death.
Yet the living Daiyu had no one who needed her.
I found Daiyu's QQ space information, and under a group visible only to herself, I discovered an article.
Daiyu was not without feelings for others; like any twenty-year-old girl, she yearned for love and to be loved. Watching others pair off while she remained alone. Seeing people break free from singlehood while she didn’t even have a male friend to talk to.
At such times, Daiyu liked to count the broken floral tiles on the ground and how many different colors there were.
There were seventeen thousand nine hundred thirty-two white pieces, five thousand eight hundred seventy-two red pieces, and six thousand two hundred eleven yellow pieces.
“There are actually four colors of tiles in total, but I’ve only counted three. I’ve counted these three ten times; there shouldn’t be any mistakes. There’s still one purple color left that I don’t want to count. Because once I finish counting it, there will be nothing else to count. I want to save it and count it slowly. That way, I won’t feel lonely or isolated.”
These were Daiyu's words left in her space.
At the second moment, Daiyu was about to be taken away. When she was taken away, she felt remarkably calm. Indeed, what else in this world could she cling to?
I walked over and looked at Daiyu, who turned to look back at me.
"It's fallen into your hands now, brother," Daiyu said calmly.
I didn't know what to say, so I slowly walked over and hugged her.
The words slipped out: "In this world, no one is without need."
I felt my shoulder dampen; Daiyu was shedding tears. There was little I could do, but I wanted to tell her this simplest truth before she passed away.
When I lifted my head again, Daiyu had already wiped away her tears, just as she had always been unkempt.
"I'm leaving," Daiyu said softly. "Thank you."
Daiyu was taken away. Given her number of victims, the death penalty seemed inevitable. Perhaps she had been born a bit too early, in the wrong era. She lived in a time that was somewhat tolerant but not entirely so, in an age that didn’t particularly value beauty yet still placed some importance on it.
Guan Zengbin didn’t understand my actions. She asked, "What were you two talking about? Don’t you have another possibility? I've thought it through; what other possibilities are there?"
So I shared this possibility with Guan Zengbin. I told her that Daiyu's killings might not stem from deep father-daughter affection or opposition to Ghost Marriage. Rather, they were likely born from jealousy stemming from loneliness—jealousy of Chu Mei, jealousy of those female corpses who were still needed even in death. So she killed Chu Mei, killed those involved in Ghost Marriage, and killed the Six Brothers who had mocked her after violating Chu Mei.
Sometimes humans are a ridiculous species, envious of the dead female corpses and jealous of Chu Mei who had been violated.
In the midst of this absurdity lies such sadness.
After I presented this possibility, both Guan Zengbin and Gu Chen shook their heads.
Guan Zengbin said, "Wu Meng, you always like to view problems from the most pessimistic and darkest angles. All your deductions are based on the assumption that Daiyu knows she is actually the abandoned one. But there’s another possibility: what if Daiyu doesn’t even realize she is the adopted daughter?"
"You're thinking too darkly," Gu Chen chimed in. "Daiyu herself has already established a motive for murder, yet you insist on sifting through all that lengthy documentation, only to come up with a motive that even she doesn't acknowledge. I think you've really got it wrong this time."
"I agree," Guan Zengbin said, hands on her hips. "I believe it was Chu Mei who pushed Daiyu to take action, which is why she did. I also believe that Daiyu devised the murder plan because she knew Master Chu was her father. And I believe that Daiyu opposed Ghost Marriage, which is why she targeted those who organized it."
Guan Zengbin pressed on, "What do you mean by wanting to be needed or killing out of jealousy? You're overthinking this. You should really take a break; look at those dark circles under your eyes!"
I sighed and replied, "Yes, that's why I'm considering another possibility. But regardless of the motive, she's gone."
If it weren't for the need to be needed, why would she cry on my shoulder?
Does being ugly mean one has no right to pursue happiness? Does being ugly deserve mockery? I've always wanted to ask why Daiyu doesn't get plastic surgery; after all, the industry is so advanced now. But at that moment, I held back—perhaps no one wants the person they like to be an unreal version of themselves.
Is it better to be real and ugly or false and beautiful? I don't reject cosmetic surgery, but perhaps Daiyu longs to be a more authentic version of herself.
"By the way!" I pulled out a notebook containing a passage in English that I had extracted from Daiyu's space. "Guan Zengbin, I know you're from a prestigious university; can you tell me what this means? I recognize each letter, but when they're together, I can't make sense of it."
"Let me see that!" Guan Zengbin reached for the notebook.
She translated:
"When I was a child, my mother took me to Goose Lake. Everyone loved the white geese, but I fell in love with that ugly Old Witch."
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