Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 10 features a change in perspective.
Inside the dimly lit, cramped room.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed.

The bed is a regular bunk bed, and there is a long table next to it.

The boy's eyes were empty and lifeless.

He was holding a strip of capsules.

He pressed out the capsules one by one.

Then I took another strip of capsules and squeezed them all out one by one.

He held a handful of capsules in his hand, put them all in his mouth, and then picked up the water glass on the table in front of him.

The transparent glass contained what looked like beer, which he drank completely.

After finishing his drink, he turned on the computer in front of him.

I typed out the words, one by one.

[Mom and Dad, I'm so sorry. I've let you down after all these years of raising me, but I'm just so, so tired. I'm sick, and I'm trying to fight it. I'm taking medicine, going to therapy, and trying to convince myself to overcome these physical symptoms every day. But it's too strong; I can't beat it, I really can't. I can't be the good child you envisioned, I don't meet your standards anymore, I'm not the good child you want me to be. I'm so, so tired. Let me go, please let me go. Don't be sad for me; I'm just relieved. Be happy for me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.]
He typed these words, clicked save, and instead of closing the page, he closed the laptop.

Then he got up, found a rope under the bed, tied one end to the upper bunk frame, fastened the other end with a buckle, and put it around his neck.

With a slight effort, the rope around his neck tightened.

The rope tightened more and more, and a feeling of suffocation came over him, his face turning red from the effort.

The boy placed his hand on the rope around his neck, trying to untie it.

But because the knot would tighten the more he struggled, he couldn't get it off and in the end he couldn't untie it.

Finally, the person was half-hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Su Miaoyi, Su Miaoyi, Su Miaoyi."

Su Miaoyi snapped out of her daze and looked at Zhuang Yanzheng.

It was Zhuang Yanzheng who woke her up again.

She looked around, then at the deceased on the autopsy table.

"What did you see again?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Her suddenly blank and vacant gaze was just like it was in the interrogation room.

Su Miaoyi nodded.

This time, the scene was not seen from the perspective of the deceased.

Instead, she was in a third-person perspective, seeing his death and his appearance.

Therefore, she did not feel the pain of impending death or physical pain.

Yan Cheng stood aside watching the two of them.

He was observing Su Miaoyi's reaction.

Su Miaoyi said, "I saw the process of his suicide. He took a large dose of drugs, probably a large amount of drugs taken with beer."

Yan Cheng's eyes trembled slightly.

A look of confusion, but even more so, shock, appeared in those calm phoenix eyes.

Indeed, a large amount of psychotropic drugs and alcohol were detected in the deceased's body.

These test results came out shortly before the two of them arrived, and Zhuang Yanzheng was unaware of them.

“After taking the medication, he left a suicide note on the computer,” Su Miaoyi said. “Later, he used a rope to hang himself from the bed frame. The knot of the rope was special; it would tighten the more he struggled, and he couldn’t untie it.”

The suicide note on the computer, the location of the hanging, the special knot of the rope.

Zhuang Yanzheng went to the scene.

He knew all of these things, and they all matched up.

He looked at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng met his gaze and still found it somewhat unbelievable.

“He left a suicide note on his computer. Did you see it?” Su Miaoyi asked.

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded: "The deceased's parents didn't believe it and thought the suicide note was fake. It was his parents who took the initiative to request an autopsy to find the real cause of death."

They examined the scene and ruled out homicide.

However, the parents couldn't accept it and couldn't believe their child would commit suicide.

"The final cause of death was still asphyxiation," Su Miaoyi said. "The images I saw, his facial expressions, and his physical characteristics were consistent with asphyxiation."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Yan Cheng again.

Yan Cheng nodded.

Although he had taken an overdose of medication and had also drunk alcohol.

However, the cause of death was suffocation.

"You believe it?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng remained silent.

He found it hard to accept what was happening before his eyes.

How could someone who wasn't at the crime scene be able to witness the crime?
Zhuang Yanzheng stood next to Su Miaoyi, looked at her again, and then said, "You're not afraid of blood anymore?"

"Hmm?" Su Miaoyi asked in confusion.

Then the blood on the dissection table came into view, and his legs went weak, and he suddenly knelt down.

Zhuang Yanzheng grabbed her arm and forcefully lifted her up.

He could clearly feel her trembling. And her forehead instantly broke out in sweat.

She was sweating because the temperature in the dissection room was so low.

Su Miaoyi gagged again.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "Two hundred."

Su Miaoyi mustered all her strength, glared at him, and turned to walk away.

But I have no strength.

Zhuang Yanzheng helped her out.

Yan Cheng took a stool outside and placed it there.

Zhuang Yanzheng helped Su Miaoyi sit down.

"Take off her mask," Yan Cheng said.

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at him: "Me?"

Yan Cheng raised his hands, his gloves still stained with blood: "Could it be me?"

Su Miaoyi raised her hand and took off her mask herself, breathing heavily.

“She can pick them herself,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

“I saw it,” Yan Cheng said.

Su Miaoyi: "."

"Are you feeling better?" Yan Cheng asked.

Su Miaoyi: "Mm."

"If it's serious, you can take some diphenhydramine or diazepam," Yan Cheng said.

"Yes," Su Miaoyi said, "Much better."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at Su Miaoyi.

This symptom of fainting at the sight of blood doesn't seem fake.

She seems to be two different people.

One will be afraid, the other won't.

One of them faints at the sight of blood, while the other doesn't.

"Why did the hospital diagnose her with schizophrenia? Don't her symptoms seem like dissociative identity disorder?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked Yan Cheng with his arms crossed. "No matter how you look at it, she seems to have two personalities."

Su Miaoyi sat on the bench, looking up at the two men in front of her.

It felt like there were two walls in front of me.

“I’m a forensic doctor, not a psychologist.” Yan Cheng stood straight with his hands at his sides, giving off a serious vibe, unlike Zhuang Yanzheng, who stood there solidly and had an air of roguishness. “However, in the case of dissociative identity disorder, there will be gaps in memory. The memories between different personalities are not interconnected. She doesn’t seem to have gaps in her memory.”

Su Miaoyi listened to their conversation.

Her memory was indeed intact.

She remembers all the outrageous things.

"Is it really okay for you to say such things to my face?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Both looked at her.

“No good,” Zhuang Yanzheng said, “but I’ve already said it, so just bear with it.”

Yan Cheng looked at him.

Su Miaoyi's lips twitched slightly. She had never seen such an unreasonable and domineering person.

After a while, she said, "I need to go to the restroom."

Yan Cheng said, "Just walk to the end and turn left."

Su Miaoyi stood up.

Zhuang Yanzheng asked, "Are you still dizzy?"

"Alright," Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded.

Su Miaoyi went to the restroom.

The two men watched her retreating figure.

Until she disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yan Cheng said, "Don't you also think that she and Le Yan even have the same name?"

Zhuang Yanzheng frowned slightly: "Le Yan is Le Yan, and she is her."

Yan Cheng nodded, paused, and said, "Notify the family to collect the body."

"Fine." Zhuang Yanzheng sighed. "So young and already thinking like that. Why commit suicide? What will happen to your parents?"

“He was sick,” Yan Cheng said. “For him, it was a relief.”

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at the dissection room, took a piece of candy from his pocket and popped it into his mouth: "If you don't understand or respect me, it's better to be alive."

Yan Cheng remained silent.

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