The outcome of the matter was truly heart - rending.
Jiang Cong asked Feng Bin some more questions about Sheng Qingqiu. It wasn't until the class bell rang and Feng Bin had another class to attend that Jiang Cong offered his farewell.
Jiang Cong walked out of the office and turned the corner to go downstairs.
Since it was class time, the campus was extremely quiet.
The locust trees shed their greenish - white flowers rustlingly with the gentle breeze.
Jiang Cong casually sat down under a shady tree, leaning against the strong trunk, his mind filled with a flurry of thoughts.
On the other side, the police station received an anonymous message.
Let's rewind the scene to the moment when Jiang Cong left the police station and headed for Sheng Qingqiu's school.
"Hey, it's been such a long time, and we still haven't found any useful information. Life is so boring! Even Professor Jiang dislikes me. I'm so miserable!" Yang Heng watched Jiang Cong leave, then lay on the table and wailed feebly.
Originally, he also wanted to go to the school with Jiang Cong, but Jiang Cong just gave him a cold look.
Even though Jiang Cong didn't say a word, Yang Heng was perceptive enough to read four words from Jiang Cong's eyes - "You're an eyesore".
Yang Heng was afraid of nothing. When facing Chief Wang, he just regarded him as a respected superior.
But as soon as he saw Jiang Cong, Yang Heng would subconsciously tense up, fearing that he might do something to displease Jiang Cong.
He regarded Jiang Cong as his goal to strive for. After getting along with him for a few days, he had a thorough understanding of Jiang Cong's experiences and achievements.
Qin An rolled his eyes at the unserious Yang Heng and joked, "Hey, isn't this the little fanboy of our great Professor Jiang? What? Have you fallen out of favor?"
Qin An had also witnessed the scene where Jiang Cong "cruelly" rejected Yang Heng just now. Since there was nothing to do at the moment, he deliberately made fun of Yang Heng.
Yang Heng waved his hand feebly and buried his head in his arms like an ostrich.
At this moment.
The internal network of the police station was suddenly hacked, and the display interface of Qin An's computer was remotely controlled.
"What's going on?" Qin An's fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to interrupt the control.
Hearing Qin An's words, Yang Heng suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening in shock. "I'll go find someone from the technical department!"
With that, he rushed out of the office area without delay.
Five minutes later, the technician from the technical department rushed to Qin An's computer out of breath.
"Hey? Isn't this the original interface?" Nan Ying from the technical department suddenly had a bad feeling. "Could the control be over already?"
Qin An nodded gravely, picked up a black pen from the pen holder, and wrote a sentence on the paper.
Nan Ying and Yang Heng leaned in involuntarily and saw the words clearly: "Far away in the sky, close at hand".
"This was left anonymously by that person. After Yang Heng went to find you, the computer interface showed these words. But I'm not sure if she implanted a Trojan horse or any virus program in it to monitor our background." Qin An frowned his heroic eyebrows, still puzzled about the anonymous person's motive when he recalled the strange scene just now.
Nan Ying motioned for Qin An to stand up and make room for her.
After an hour of inspection, Nan Ying found that there were no records of the confidential files being tampered with. It seemed that the anonymous person just wanted to simply convey such a message to them.
Everyone was confused, and the atmosphere in the office became oppressive.
Finally, Yang Heng gritted his teeth and called Jiang Cong.
"Hello? What's going on?" When Jiang Cong answered the phone, his first thought was that something had happened at the police station.
Sure enough.
Yang Heng told Jiang Cong without omission about Qin An's computer being remotely controlled and the eight words left by the anonymous person.
Jiang Cong stood up from beside the tree, patted off the grass clippings on his body, and said, "I'll be back right away!"
Jiang Cong hung up the phone, walked quickly to the school gate, got in his car, and sped away.
When the confused people saw Jiang Cong enter, they all seemed to have found their backbone.
"Have you traced the IP address of the anonymous person?" Jiang Cong got straight to the point.
"Yes, the location is a cybercafé." Nan Ying had just finished speaking.
Yang Heng added, "We immediately retrieved the surveillance footage of that cybercafé, but that computer was in a blind spot of the surveillance. The cybercafé owner also had no impression of that person's appearance."
Jiang Cong picked up the piece of paper with the eight words written by Qin An, his profile looking stern.
Why did this message come exactly after he went to Sheng Qingqiu's school?
Was it to deliberately avoid him?
And what did these words mean?
Did it mean that the murderer was far away in the sky but close at hand, or was it just a prank to confuse their vision again?
Was there any connection between this anonymous message, the fight incident, and Sheng Qingqiu's death?
Jiang Cong fell into deep thought again.
The police station wasn't the only one that received the anonymous message.
The real murderer of Sheng Qingqiu also got it.
"Don't touch them tonight?" The young man was still wearing a large black sweatshirt. He was thin, and the hand holding the letter was an unhealthy shade of white.
How did this person know that he was going to act today?
The young man tore the letter into pieces bit by bit and threw it into the air. The pieces of paper fluttered down.
"Is this a warning or a notice?" The young man finally retracted his foot that had already stepped out of the door.
He slammed the door shut.
He casually slumped into a corner of the sofa and let out an ambiguous laugh. "It's really interesting. If someone didn't know better, they'd think you were monitoring me."
The police station was taking continuous actions. No matter how flawless a plan was, there would always be some unforeseen aspects.
Moreover, the people he killed deserved to die.
Her malicious ridicule and sarcastic abuse had undoubtedly pushed him deeper into the abyss.
He struggled hard, looking for the last bit of light. He wanted to change his life.
But all of this was ruined by Zhang Lu and Sheng Qingqiu.
The two of them colluded with each other. They were both selfish demons who mercilessly poked at others' pain points.
"Forget it. I'll spare you for a few more days." The young man said this softly, his tone full of regret, obviously frustrated because his plan couldn't be carried out on time.
The room was completely silent, except for the fan above working rapidly.
Not far from the young man's home.
The young girl, shielded by a huge tree, was observing the young man's every move with a telescope.
After successfully seeing the young man in the living room return and temporarily abandon his plan, she let out a sigh of relief.
"I hope you won't be caught so soon."
A gust of wind blew, and these words drifted away with the wind.