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The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed as Zhao Qiang shouted, "That girl fell on her own! It has nothing to do with me!" The handcuffs on his wrists clanked against the iron table, and beads of sweat glistened on his nose under the harsh white light.
Officer Lin pushed a photo in front of him. "The railing on the twenty-third-floor rooftop is one point two meters high, and the victim was one point five eight meters tall." He pressed his finger heavily on the edge of the photo. "Tell me how an accidental fall could leave a cement imprint from sneakers on the outside of the railing?"
Just then, there was a knock at the door of the interrogation room. An intern peeked in, "A reporter brought evidence, and a professor from the art academy is analyzing that painting." Zhao Qiang's pupils constricted sharply, and he swallowed hard.
In the conference room at the end of the hallway, a projector was looping footage from a convenience store's surveillance camera. In the footage, Zhao Qiang clutched a bottle of whiskey and stumbled into a shelf. "At 11:47 PM on the night of the incident," the reporter paused the video. "The convenience store twelve blocks away captured a drunken Zhao Qiang, but he told police he was in his dorm all night."
Suddenly, a new email notification popped up on the computer screen. Professor Li from the art academy sent a high-resolution scan: "The petal patterns in 'Crying Iris' hide Morse code; the decoded result is three letters—ZQS." Xiao Ya whispered while clutching her shirt hem, "Zhao Qiang has a custom letter pendant hanging from his backpack..."
A beast-like roar erupted from the interrogation room. Zhao Qiang banged his head against the one-way mirror, his curses morphing into a neurotic laugh. "That bookworm! I just tossed her homework into the boys' bathroom; who knew she would dare climb onto the railing!" His bloodshot eyes stared blankly into space. "She floated down like a dry leaf; her uniform hem was fluttering in the wind..."
When Principal Wang kicked open his office door, he was trembling as he stuffed documents into a shredder. "Save it, Principal Wang." Officer Lin revealed a search warrant. "Records from the academic system show you altered the storage path for campus surveillance footage seven times."
Suddenly, loud noises erupted outside the corridor window as over thirty parents blocked the school entrance with banners reading "Zero Tolerance for School Bullying." Chen Xiaoyu from Class 2-3 squeezed into view of the camera. "I filmed Zhao Qiang pouring chalk dust into Su Xiaohui's cup that day." On her phone screen, Zhao Qiang was seen grabbing the girl's ponytail and slamming it onto the desk while laughter erupted around them like shattered glass.
On the day of closure, fine rain fell. Xiao Hui's parents walked across the playground carrying an urn; their shoes stuck to the damp rubber track. Xiao Ya gently placed an award-winning iris flower specimen at her grave, raindrops rolling off its petals and leaving dark tear stains on the white marble tombstone.
That evening, during a special program on television, a safety promotion video played repeatedly behind the host. Suddenly, live footage cut in showing thousands of parents arriving to protest in front of the Education Bureau building, their cell phone flashlights twinkling like stars and gradually forming a galaxy-like glow.
As morning light stained the courthouse dome red, court officers dressed Zhao Qiang in prison garb. At that moment when the metal door closed, he heard distant strains of the national anthem outside—the day was Monday, and across five streets away, a middle school was holding its flag-raising ceremony.
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