Chapter 8 8. She is going to die tonight

A group of seven of us sat in three cars and headed towards Houhai, one of the busiest bar streets in Beijing.There is also another consideration in choosing this place: because it is very close to my home, they don't have to drive me home after drinking tea. We chose a private room on the second floor of a quiet bar in order to talk.Everyone ordered tea at the same time. As usual, everyone used tea to hangover, and Old Wei took tea to drink. After drinking too much tea, Lao Wei became a little bit smug, revealing the essence of chatterbox, and began to tell everyone about the weird cases he and I encountered in the early years.

Lao Wei is very good at telling stories. His grasp of the rhythm of the story is amazing, and he always adds some exaggerated elements naturally.He first talked vividly about how a certain controlling father used his son as his own puppet, and after I intervened, he felt extremely angry, and finally found a few hooligans, who beat me up hard, causing My left eye was injured and my eyesight was severely reduced. I survived the beating well, but the damage to my left eye's vision is not necessarily to blame.This is Lao Wei's exaggeration, but he said it so truthfully and repeatedly emphasized that there is no doubt.

Although Lao Wei tried his best to tell the story during the hour of drinking tea, the important person - Li Yonglin, remained unmoved.He lowered his head halfway and didn't interrupt. He seemed to be listening all the time, but no one knew how much he had listened to.On the contrary, the two ladies who were traveling together were hopelessly curious about us.One of them sat next to me, getting closer and closer, and the other put his hand directly on the back of Laowei's chair, and even moved it a few times, with half-smiling eyebrows and eyes expressing affection. I suddenly realized: taking this opportunity to pick up girls is Lao Wei's original intention!

The turning point of the matter occurred around ten o'clock that night, when Li Yonglin's cell phone rang, he said sorry, and left the table to answer the phone. At the time, no one cared too much.The lady next to me stretched out her little hand delicately, and her jade fingers kept shaking in front of my eyes: "Oh, brother Xiaoai, what kind of person do you think I am? Last time a master made a fortune for me, saying that I I couldn't find a suitable man in this life, and ended up losing my job in Emei. Brother Xiao Ai, I shouldn't have such a hard life, right?"

How old are you, you still call me brother?I can't help but laugh, I don't know what to do. Lao Wei's saliva almost came out of his nose, and he rinsed it in his mouth for a long time. His nose seemed to be choking.Alas, it seems that I let them play together today, isn't this introducing someone to Lao Wei and me? We were arguing, there was a squeak, and Li Yonglin pushed the door open and came in. As I said before, this is a very kind and low-key man, but his expression now makes everyone dumbfounded. Facing the door was Lao Wei, who was half choking and half drinking his tea, when he saw Li Yonglin, he couldn't help but froze, his throat moved, and he swallowed the tea with a mutter; Brother Leek and Miss Sister's smirks immediately subsided; The beauty beside me also quickly retracted her orchid finger, as if she saw Li Yonglin, she would rather be a heroine in Emei.

I was the only one with my back to the door. When I turned around inexplicably, I saw that Li Yonglin had completely lost his previous demeanor, his brows were frowned, his face was ashen, and he was holding the phone on his chest and shaking it non-stop. "What's wrong with you?" Seeing that I was still standing still, the young lady who was closest to him asked. "No..." He hesitated for a few seconds, walked up to my seat solemnly, and said very earnestly: "Mr. Ai, I have always wondered if I should tell you about this. The family scandal must not be exposed , but now, I am really in a dilemma, I hope you can answer the doubts in my heart."

"What's the matter?" I pretended I didn't know anything, and looked up at him in surprise.There is a reason for pretending to be stupid. I can't act like I already know about his ex-wife's suicide, otherwise it will be like selling my young lady. "That's it," he said next, which was beyond our expectation, "Yang Jie, my ex-wife, just called me and said she was going to commit suicide." "Again..." The information contained in this sentence is very clear. On the one hand, it verifies what the young lady said before——Yang Jie "had committed suicide" two months ago; The beginning of her new suicide farce.

All of a sudden, there was no sound in the private room that was originally relaxed and lively, filled with a bit of erotic taste, and people's eyes jumped back and forth on his face and my face. I took a deep breath and said, "Brother Li, sit down first. If you can help, I will naturally not ignore it. But you have to tell me first, what did your ex-wife say on the phone call just now?" " Li Yonglin froze for a moment, his eyes swept across the crowd in embarrassment. I tried to understand his difficulties, and said again: "If you find it inconvenient to say it in front of everyone, that's okay, let's go out and say it."

"No no!" He explained immediately, and then shook his head helplessly, "Since it's all over, why don't you dare to see people?" He slowly returned to his seat, feeling a little dejected. Throwing myself into the sofa, "I just saw that it was her call, so I went out to answer it. After the call was connected, she didn't speak for a long time, but I knew she was listening. After waiting for a while, she suddenly seemed like a flood Like bursting into tears, crying and talking. There are a few lines that I don't understand, but the last two lines are very clear. She said 'I'm going to die!' and 'Why me, why?'”

I'm dying! why me? I took a sip of tea and felt that my mouth was bland: "Then she hung up the phone?" Li Yonglin nodded. "So what did you say to her on the phone?" "I asked her what's the matter, and said that if you have something to discuss, it's best to meet up, etc. But she didn't answer. After hanging up, I called back twice, but she didn't answer." I curled up on the sofa and couldn't say anything for a while.Lao Wei refilled a glass of water for me, and I stared blankly at the tea leaves floating in the water.After a while, I suddenly raised my head: "Brother Li, these two sentences she said are quite unusual. Think about it, these two sentences have a somewhat passive meaning. 'I'm going to die', not me I want to commit suicide, or I don’t want to live anymore. As for ‘Why me’, although it’s meant to question others, I think she seems to feel that her fate is unfair, as if she is talking about why she is so unlucky. What do you think?”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally nodded. "Then, Mr. Ai," Li Yonglin looked directly at me, "She committed suicide once before, do you think she is serious, or..." He didn't finish his sentence, and I filled it in for him in my heart—"Or, what is she threatening with suicide?" I cannot answer this question. To be sure, there is a difference between real and fake suicide.Some people choose to commit suicide as a way to avoid problems, and if they die, it will be over once and for all; but some people, it should be said that there are more people, use suicide as a way of threat in order to obtain some material or spiritual benefits.Worst of all, there are all kinds of legends about suicide in the city, what I call urban legends: a certain man falls in love with a certain woman, fails, commits suicide in anger, and so on.Such stories abound, which to a great extent have played a role in confusing the public, so that people may not be surprised when they hear the story of suicide, but a little numb.Furthermore, even if it is a real suicide, the suicide is not single-minded and unswervingly looking for death.In the process of designing his suicide plan and even implementing it, there will be all kinds of hesitation and repetition, and the instinct of human survival will never really disappear. So, how do you judge that she must have used suicide as a threat through a seemingly farce suicide—like Yang Jie gently scratching her wrist with broken glass two months ago? Human life, regardless of high or low, is very precious.At this critical juncture, I can't even say a word...