I feel ridiculous.

I feel ridiculous.

I felt... trembling all over.

Shi Zuo Cai's words were like an unreasonable heavy hammer, mercilessly shattering the confusing mystery of the entire case. In the countless broken and splashing reality, I seemed to face the cruel abyss.

The assumption that "Hao Shuqing" is dead has been repeated in my mind. I seem to be able to see the original outlined bit by bit, the voice, appearance, and smile of this woman burning silently and annihilated.

But it was such a seemingly impossible result, which allowed the entire puzzle to be put together and all the fragmented clues were connected.

No matter how long the recovery period of love breakup is, it is impossible to spend 500 days and nights without getting out of a negative life - unless it is the death of the loved one.

The couple who are so passionate about love that make people's eyes turn red and complement each other perfectly, and who are envious of everyone will not part ways overnight - unless the other half suddenly dies.

The reason why He Yu wanted to continue writing a diary was because he wanted Hao Shuqing to "live" in another form - so he wanted to imitate Hao Shuqing's tone and write down his experiences.

Patients with type 1 diabetes are extremely likely to cause hypoglycemia if they are improperly controlled by diet - hypoglycemia can bring life danger at any time.

Hao Shuqing has no social interactions, and seems to have no friends. The only thing she has to rely on in this world is He Yu. Her life habit of staying away all day long has laid the groundwork for her acute illness.

Even the Weibo account of Miss Aji never sent another message on the day she and Mr. He were "separated".

If all this is true, I can't imagine what He Yu experienced on July 6 and what Hao Shuqing experienced again.

And when I thought that this had happened nearly two years ago, I couldn't help but think that under He Yu's body, which seemed to be walking corpse, the scarred heart had been beating alone for more than five hundred days and nights.

But he said nothing.

He maintained his usual silence. He rode the shabby Phoenix Feida bicycle to and from get off work as usual every day. He maintained his honest and dull image, and was called by his leaders and colleagues. He took over the work of managing the infirmary and radio room after work, and even took care of the students' self-study in the evening.

Now that he thinks, he seems to have been filling his life with terrifying workload.

When you live like a machine, will you not have human feelings?

Every night when it's late and everyone is quiet, what will he think when he returns to the small apartment where the couple used to be their love nest?

I was full of thoughts, but I couldn't bear to think anymore. I grabbed my hands unconsciously, let go, and finally sighed deeply.

I said in a depressing way:

"I didn't expect this to end."

But a sudden sentence from Shi Zuo extinguished all my emotions again.

"If this is the ending, maybe it's the best."

I opened my mouth numbly and looked at him.

"What does this mean?"

"I said," Shi Zuo suddenly sighed:

"If Hao Shuqing really died of an accidental illness, it might be the best."

My mouth slowly opened.

I only know Shizuo very well. Apart from occasionally doing something that is unreasonable, he never disappoints whenever things come to important points, or his harsh and cautious attitude often becomes the most important reassurance when dealing with a difficult problem.

But at this moment, I couldn't understand what Shi Zuocai said.

He obviously read my meaning from my expression, touched his hair a little bit depressed, drank a sip of water, and said:

"Everything I said next is an irresponsible speculation and cannot be confirmed - you can ignore it."

I listened silently.

He raised a finger.

"The first thing you need to understand is that the sudden mortality rate of type 1 diabetes is minimal."

My pupils contracted slightly.

"This type of diabetes often occurs in teenagers and is a genetic disease. The biggest feature is that patients cannot produce insulin independently and need to be injected regularly to maintain their health. This means that if they do not insulin, they will die; this also means... if they inject insulin regularly and inject insulin as instructed... there will definitely be no big problem."

He raised his second finger.

"Secondly, do you still remember what was mentioned in Hao Shuqing's diary?"

"One is He Yu, who is responsible for injecting insulin into Hao Shuqing at home on weekdays."

"...The other is that He Yu once wanted to take the medical exam and had a considerable understanding of medical knowledge. Otherwise, he would not have been invited to the school infirmary as a temporary school doctor. I think the reason why he did not study medicine was because of all color blindness."

[But! Mr. He is the one who gives me an injection at home every day. He used to want to take the medical exam, so he is quite good at this. He is very gentle when taking the injection and will not feel pain...]

I still didn't speak, but when I heard this, I felt a chill inexplicably.

"In other words, for Hao Shuqing, who suffers from type 1 diabetes, her life has always been in He Yu's hands to some extent. It is not difficult to inject insulin regularly and regularly, and it does not require very professional medical knowledge. Ordinary people can complete it at home after learning. - With He Yu's understanding of medical knowledge, it is even more impossible to have any mistakes in this regard."

“…unless he did it on purpose.”

He raised his third finger.

"Besides, even if your loved ones die... the time for sadness cannot exceed five hundred days. Maybe you will feel uncomfortable when you remember them, but you will eventually be able to get your life back on track, rather than like He Yu is now, like a walking zombie."

I tried to interrupt:

"Your third point is too arbitrary, and you can't think about it by others' emotions..."

Shi Zuo said indifferently:

"I can still empathize with the passing of my relatives."

I remembered his life experience and immediately remained silent.

"With this in mind, there may be a new explanation about He Yuxu's reason for writing a blog: he did not voluntarily, but had to write. Perhaps for some reason, he needed to make people outside of him think that 'Hao Shuqing' is still alive..."

"Wait a minute," I said:

"If this is true, why would he continue to write a blog instead of Weibo? Aren't there more people reading her Weibo? Besides, you said that she should have written this blog for herself, and others don't know the existence of this blog at all..."

Shi Zuo shook his head and said:

"Not mentioning the feasibility of creating illusions on Weibo, in fact, He Yu has no need to create the illusion that Hao Shuqing is still alive on Weibo."

I was stunned and he explained:

"Because the memories of people on the Internet are very short-lived. No matter how sensational the news is, as long as it is silent for half a month, everyone will forget it unknowingly."

Shi Zuocai's words evoked many memories of me. I have also followed many hot topics on Weibo, such as the Baoyan Road, the Magnetic Explosion Infantry, the Taxi Crew, the Nanny Arson Case... They were all left unresolved. The Internet world is ultimately illusory to me. I still have my own life to live, and I can't control so many joys and sorrows of others.

So, when he said this, I had already agreed to this fact in my heart.

"So, what he really has to care about is the other people who know this blog."

"Others?" I asked: "How do you know that there are other people who know that Hao Shuqing has a private blog?"

"Because the number of views of each blog varies by more than a dozen. Apart from online passers-by like us who accidentally intervene, the rest of those who follow this blog are likely to be people who are relatively close to Hao Shuqing. Only such people will truly care about Hao Shuqing's safety."

Having said that, I can no longer express any thoughts.

If this is true, the inversion of the previous and subsequent results is too thorough and has completely subverted my cognition. I cannot accept this possibility subconsciously. But I cannot find any refutation.

I asked in a depressed manner:

"What about the motive? Is there any reason why he had to kill Hao Shuqing?"

Shi Zuo shook his head very simply:

"This blog and her Weibo alone cannot verify so many things. What you need to know is that the things about Hao Shuqing described on the Internet are just a corner of the iceberg in her entire life. Perhaps in addition to these more than 30,000 reasons for loving Mr. He, there are more than 30,000 reasons for not liking Mr. He, but we don't know all of this. So, from the beginning, I said that this is just an irresponsible inference. Just listen to it."

I understand what Zuo Cai means and agrees with his statement that all this is just based on existing clues, a relatively reasonable assumption. As I mentioned earlier, the possibility between verable and unverable will appear occasionally.

No matter how reasonable he said it, it is not ruled out that Hao Shuqing was really an accident.

But the idea that He Yu is actually a murderer has already taken root in my heart, sprouted, and lingered and lingered.

My heart was so anxious that it seemed to be facing a Schrödinger's cat: before opening the box, the cat would always exist in both "live" and "death". When I opened the box, there would inevitably be an ending, either "dead" or "live".

I must never ask He Yu about all this. It's like I don't want to open Schrödinger's box. If the cat is alive, it's better. But if the cat is dead, I will not be able to accept this ending.

So, let it keep "dead and alive".

Maybe Shi Zuo thought so too. So in the following time, we did not discuss this topic again. He did not study the blog left by Miss Hao Shuqing.

We sat in front of our respective computers and were doing our own things, but there was still a crackling sound of keyboard typing in the Internet cafe.

But what none of us expected was that later this incident took a very important turn. And it came very quickly and suddenly.
Chapter completed!