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Zhang Yunhu continued to share his love story: "But after that, she didn't take any further action. During the time Liu Fei'er went missing, Hou Yao was always at school. Many classmates know this; you could just ask Hou Yao."
“She’ll be here soon,” I said to Zhang Yunhu. “You can wait for her here.”
Zhang Yunhu nodded and sat quietly on the sand. From a psychological perspective, his composed posture and lack of movement indicated that he was relatively calm and likely not lying. Besides, he and Liu Fei'er were a couple, so he had no motive to do anything wrong.
After waiting for about an hour, Hou Yao finally arrived.
Hou Yao pushed the door open with a carefree attitude. I turned to look at her and felt as if I had returned to my high school days.
Back then, being non-mainstream was all the rage; everyone had colorful hair, and some even sported extravagant hairstyles that looked like fireworks had exploded on their heads. Those were the kings and queens of that era.
I couldn’t resist the trend either and dyed my hair in rainbow colors while humming "Fly to Someone Else's Bed." Naturally, I ended up with a buzz cut courtesy of the Warden, which caused my social status at school to plummet, and no girl ever liked me again.
Seeing Hou Yao now brought back memories of my youth.
Hou Yao had long hair adorned with strands of different colors—this was the rainbow hairstyle I remembered. She wore heavy smoky eye makeup that gave her a gothic appearance. Her clothes were all black with sharp hems, and she had a nose ring, resembling the beauties from those old non-mainstream photos. A thought popped into my mind: If you love someone, love them deeply; if not, just walk away.
“What’s up?” Hou Yao plopped down on the sand opposite us, glancing at us sideways. “I was having a great time outside with friends. Are you guys cops? You look younger than me—interns?”
Zhang Yunhu was clearly taken aback by Hou Yao's appearance and asked, “Hou Yao, what happened to you?”
Hou Yao snapped back, “Damn it, why do you care how I look? Just so you know, I don’t like you anymore. Do whatever you want. And you two—if you have something to say, spit it out.”
It seemed that Hou Yao indeed had a fiery personality; she resembled someone who could easily get a man drunk and take advantage of him afterward. It was hard to believe that someone like her could plan a meticulously executed kidnapping case; I could tell just by thinking about it.
Unless Hou Yao's personality was just an act—but it didn’t seem like it at the moment.
"I ask you, not long ago in front of many classmates, you said you wanted Liu Fei'er to disappear forever. Is that true?" I cleared my throat and asked.
"Yes," Hou Yao replied bluntly.
I nodded, "So did you go through with it?"
Hou Yao seemed impatient, "What do you mean by going through with it? It's like me ~fucking~ your Old Man, something that's impossible to do. Do you understand? I was just saying that out of anger, and I forgot about it later. Besides, I learned the whole truth from someone; Zhang Yunhu, it was indeed me who got you drunk back then. If you want to report it, go ahead; the two police officers are sitting right here."
Zhang Yunhu glanced at us and then at Hou Yao, shaking his head helplessly.
"Is she usually this crazy?" I turned to look at Director Wang.
Director Wang had a pained expression and sighed after a long pause, "Yeah, that's just how she is. It's exhausting."
"Alright, you can go," I said helplessly. "If she did it, the whole world would have known by now. Sorry for wasting your time."
Hou Yao cursed under her breath and said, "Look at you, acting like a cop who knows me well. Once you're done with work, are you interested in hanging out?"
I shook my head and replied, "If you have any leads, I'd be interested to hear them."
Hou Yao shrugged and stood up to leave. Just as she stepped out the door, she turned back.
"I actually do have a lead," Hou Yao leaned against the door and pointed her chin at Zhang Yunhu, casually saying, "Do you know who helped me slip that drug last time? It was your roommate Song Zhe. Later I found out that Song Zhe helped me not just for money."
"Song Zhe?" Zhang Yunhu stood up, visibly agitated. "He's always been my good buddy; how could he do something like that?"
Hou Yao flicked her colorful hair and replied, "He may be your good buddy, but he's always had a crush on Liu Fei'er. Moreover, he thought helping me with you wouldn't hurt you at all. It was just once when I went to find him that I accidentally saw his diary. There was an entry in there that shocked me; you'll understand once you've seen it."
Hou Yao left without looking back.
Song Zhe's diary?
"Who is this Song Zhe?" I turned to Zhang Yunhu and asked.
Zhang Yunhu furrowed his brows, as if two mountains were pressing together: "I never thought Song Zhe would do something like this. I rented a place outside of school because living alone was boring, so I invited Song Zhe to stay with me. He comes from a poor rural family and couldn't even afford the accommodation fees. Part of it was out of kindness, but I never expected..."
But why Song Zhe would do such a thing remained unclear to Hou Yao. I could only ask Zhang Yunhu, "Do you know about his habit of keeping a diary? Can it lead us to find this diary?"
Zhang Yunhu nodded and said, "It should be possible. The apartment I rented has three bedrooms and a living room; the diary should be hidden in his room. Otherwise, he wouldn't have anywhere else to put it."
The apartment Zhang Yunhu rented was not far from the school, and we arrived in less than ten minutes.
He opened the door and walked in; Song Zhe was not there. It was class time, so it seemed that Song Zhe had gone to class. Zhang Yunhu didn't say much and directly pushed open the door to Song Zhe's bedroom. Standing at the doorway, I looked inside; Song Zhe's room was very tidy, with the bed made neatly and no signs of dirt.
It seemed that this Song Zhe was quite clean; I just didn't know where he had put that diary.
However, the room wasn't very large, containing a wardrobe, a computer, a bookshelf, and a bed—there wasn't much space for anything else.
"Did you buy all this for him?" I turned back to ask Zhang Yunhu.
Zhang Yunhu nodded and softly replied, "That's right. Sometimes it's nice to come back and play some games. Honestly, aside from Song Zhe, the other guys in our dorm come from decent families. They smoke and play Mahjong in the dormitory; Song Zhe can't study at all in that environment."
I shook my head; it was truly a case of helping those in need rather than those who are poor. This was the first time I'd met such a saintly man like Zhang Yunhu.
Soon enough, we found Song Zhe's diary. It was an old and thick diary hidden under the bed. Just by its thickness, it was clear that Song Zhe had started recording in it during high school; however, high school life wasn't the focus. I began flipping through it from the last page backward.
From the diary, it can be concluded that Song Zhe has feelings for Liu Fei'er.
The last entry was written a few days ago, at a time when Liu Fei'er had not yet gone missing.
One entry reads:
"Today in class, Liu Fei'er sat right in front of me. The goddess was sitting in front of my seat; I was truly flattered. I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't know what to say. She is so enchanting, so beautiful. There is a faint fragrance about her that is utterly irresistible.
To create an opportunity for closer contact, I deliberately dropped my pen on the floor. Sure enough, the goddess was kind; she picked it up for me time and again, laughing as she asked if I had early signs of Parkinson's since I couldn't hold onto a single pen. Her smile, her expression—I'd be willing to spend my life protecting her.
I love you, Goddess Fei'er. I will silently protect you.
Most of the diary entries focus on how he interacts with the goddess, like how Liu Fei'er smiled at him today. This part reads like a lovesick diary, making up the majority of his writings. Of course, there are also entries expressing his sadness when he doesn't get to see his goddess.
Another section records Song Zhe's communication with his family.
For example:
"Today I talked to Mom on the phone. Everything at home is fine; there's no need for me to worry. From the call, I could hear Mom's breathing; she must have just finished something before calling me. Mom and Dad have endured so much hardship for me to go to school, so I must study hard. I want to make something of myself and build the biggest house in the village for my parents, so everyone will envy me.
It’s clear that Song Zhe is quite insecure. He is so insecure that even though he likes someone, he doesn’t dare to speak up and can only use clumsy methods to interact with Liu Fei'er occasionally. He keeps his feelings bottled up inside. However, Song Zhe is also a filial person; at least he has thoughts about wanting to lessen his parents' burden.
In Song Zhe's class, one-third of the students are rich second-generation kids. In this environment, Song Zhe feels both inferior and proud.
I have seen more than once in Song Zhe's diary how he criticizes these rich kids; they do nothing but squander their lives relying on their parents' money. If he had that much money, he would definitely make something of himself and achieve even greater success.
I sighed; in such an environment, Song Zhe's inner world has become somewhat twisted."
However, this was not shocking until the appearance of a diary. I finally understood why Hou Yao was so stunned when she saw it; I was indeed shocked as well. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my emotions.
Guan Zengbin noticed my expression and asked in confusion, "What did you see?"
I handed the diary to Guan Zengbin and pointed to that entry.
The diary was not long, but every word carried significant weight.
Guan Zengbin's expression changed as well.
I glanced at Zhang Yunhu and then back at Guan Zengbin, saying, "Although Song Zhe doesn't have the means to hire kidnappers, we must investigate this. It's simply too twisted. After Liu Fei'er went missing, he stopped writing in the diary. Why did he stop? Does he know something?"
Zhang Yunhu's curiosity was piqued by the expressions on my and Guan Zengbin's faces, and he asked, "Can I take a look at it?"
I nodded and replied, "Of course, since this involves you too. But I advise you not to read it. Sometimes, the more you know, the less happy you become. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Upon hearing my words, Zhang Yunhu became even more curious.
But moments later, his face turned pale.
"This is just too twisted..."
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