I'm not a genius detective

Chapter 21: A Profound Testament
The living room was empty.

Sun Qing's tears flowed uncontrollably as she sobbed, "After my dad found out I dropped out of school to work, he suddenly became very agitated. I thought a few words of comfort would be enough, but I never expected him... to commit suicide and leave behind a suicide note."

As she spoke, she picked up a box from the living room table, opened it, and found folded papers inside.

It's probably a suicide note.

Han Ling sighed.

Perhaps Sun Qing's father had long considered using death to ease the burden on his family, and his daughter's dropping out of school was the last straw that broke his will.

Sun Qing slowly unfolded the paper, her sobs growing louder: "My dad said in his suicide note that he was the one who dragged us down, but my mom and I have never blamed him."

This isn't his fault, he's my dad!

Seeing that Sun Qing was losing control of her emotions, Han Ling sat down next to her and gently patted her shoulder, offering comfort through gentle touch instead of words.

At this moment, nothing can be said; "please accept my condolences" is merely a polite expression for the bereaved family.

Han Ling opened the paper and looked at it.

It was indeed a suicide note. The handwriting was neat and legible, indicating that Sun Qing's father had at least received compulsory education.

Han Ling glanced at it from beginning to end. The general idea was nostalgia, reluctance to part, and guilt towards family. It was about 800 words long, which was just the size of a middle school essay.

"Medicine is useless; I know my condition. Those poisons have no effect on me."

……

Listen to me, Qingqing, you must finish your studies. Higher education may not guarantee your success, but it can save you from many detours. Dad hopes you can leave Qingchang and see the world's wonders in a big city.

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Money is a good thing, but you only truly realize it when you desperately need it.

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Stop feeding DianDian. Stray cats can't be tamed. They're colder than people, and... very dirty. They constantly rub their noses with their paws to relieve the discomfort of being dirty. If you really love animals, Dad suggests you get a dog.

……

[Oh, it's been so long since I've seen Lang Lang. I miss him. I know Lang Lang is a good kid, always has been. I hope you two siblings will have a good future together.]

"Huh? You have a living older brother?" Han Ling almost thought he was seeing things. "Where is he?"

Sun Qing gripped the suicide note tightly and whispered, "My brother... he doesn't care about the family. When I was six, he spent all his time in arcades. Later, when internet cafes came along, he spent all his time there. I only saw him two or three times a year."

Han Ling frowned: "He wouldn't be stealing money from home, would he?"

Sun Qing shook her head: "No, I just don't care because I don't get along with my dad. Actually, my dad... loves him very much."

Han Ling understood.

The impulsiveness of my rebellious phase has continued to this day.

Teenage rebellion is understandable, but what is the current situation at home?
With her father seriously ill, her mother doing odd jobs, and even her younger sister having to drop out of school to work at a scrap metal recycling station, how could the other person be so at ease spending time in internet cafes?

"Your father passed away, didn't you inform him?" Han Ling asked.

Sun Qing shook her head: "I don't have a phone number and I don't know where he is. My mom told me to ask around tomorrow, and if I can't find him, I should be able to find him in internet cafes all over the city."

Han Ling: "What's your full name?"

Sun Qing: "Sun Lang".

Qinglang is a good name, but unfortunately, the house is already shrouded in gloom, with no sunshine to speak of.

As Sun Qing closed the suicide note, Han Ling glanced at its contents again and felt that the note was quite profound.

Hmm...very insightful.

However, it was somewhat biased.

Compared to dogs, stray cats are indeed more difficult to tame. I remember a news story about a woman who fed more than a dozen stray cats in her neighborhood every day. One day, it rained and she was late. When she opened the cat food bag a little slowly, all the hungry, unruly cats swarmed her and scratched the woman, who was wearing shorts, seriously.

It cannot be generalized; it depends on the animal's personality and past experiences.

Those who have been harmed by humans are more vigilant, while those who haven't are less wary and more likely to be friendly. "What did your dad do before?" Han Ling asked.

Sun Qing replied, "Chef."

Han Ling sympathized with Sun Qing's future hardships, but he couldn't offer much help. He then asked, "The funeral home needs money, right? Do you have any?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Qing remained silent for a moment before saying, "I...I'll borrow it tomorrow."

"Lend it to me." Han Ling stood up. "Wait at home for a while, I'll go get some money. Is two thousand enough?"

He had received several months' salary, and even after deducting two thousand, there was still some left. Moreover, the police station provided him with food and lodging, so he didn't have many expenses.

"what?"

Surprised, Sun Qing was a little stunned, unsure whether to refuse or agree.

Seeing the other person's hesitation, Han Ling said, "It's not for you, it's a loan. My name is Han Ling. You can pay me back at Wanglou Police Station whenever you have the money. No rush. Is two thousand enough?"

Sun Qing bit her lip, thinking that she couldn't be without money for her father's funeral, so she said gratefully, "Thank you, police officer, that's enough, that's enough."

"Ah."

Han Ling nodded, left Sun Qing's house, and rode his bicycle to the bank. He had his wallet with him, which contained his bank cards.

Twenty minutes later, Han Ling returned and handed the two thousand yuan he had taken out to Sun Qing. He also emptied his wallet and gave her the change, totaling two thousand one hundred and thirty-two yuan, with both small change and full change.

That's all I can do to help. Now that we've run into this, Han Ling can't just stand by and do nothing.

Sun Qing was moved to tears: "Thank you, Brother Han. I... I'll write you an IOU."

After saying that, she went to find paper and pen.

Han Ling stopped her: "No need, I trust you. There's no rush for this money. Three years, five years, it's all fine."

Two thousand isn't much; whether Sun Qing chooses to work or go to university, she can afford it in three or four years.

If Sun Qing forgets or doesn't want to give it to her, it doesn't matter. Han Ling has always been true to herself and doesn't have any expectations of anyone.

Trusting others too much will kill you.

In his previous life, Han Ling didn't understand things very thoroughly, but now he sees them very clearly.

You can't fully trust anyone but yourself.

Before leaving, Han Ling asked Zhao Kai at the scrap metal recycling station why he was targeting her, and the answer she received was that she had been rejected while pursuing him.

This answer is within the realm of speculation. Sun Qing is quite good-looking, but she is too young and dating too early. Even if she does date, it would be best to date someone her own age and not to get involved with young people in society too early.

Han Ling gave him two pieces of advice and suggested that he stop working at that recycling station.

Sun Qing nodded obediently.

"I'm leaving. Take your things to the funeral home. Take a longer road with streetlights and surveillance cameras. Do you need me to go with you?" Han Ling asked.

"No need, no need." With that, Sun Qing followed behind Han Ling and saw him out the door.

"Go back." Han Ling waved his hand.

Just as he was about to get on the bus, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a young man walking towards Sun Qing's house with a clear purpose.

As they got closer, Han Ling paused slightly, recognizing the blond-haired youth she had met twice before at the internet cafe.

The answer seems almost obvious, and it's easy to make connections.

"Brother?" Sun Qing stood there, stunned.

The guess has been confirmed.

A while ago, when I went to an internet cafe to collect information, the other person was still concerned about why I rejected that female doctor, and was having a blast playing CrossFire.

Han Ling took both hands off the handlebars.

(End of this chapter)