April 5, 2015.
The day after the Qingming Festival.
The prison in my hometown welcomed its first psychological counselor—me.
Having just obtained my certification as a psychological correction officer, my superiors assigned me my first case.
It was a case of retaliatory murder stemming from campus bullying.
A female student was suspected of killing another female student.
I was taken to a middle school named Liren.
The incident occurred during lunchtime.
At exactly twelve o'clock, after classes ended, students made their way to the cafeteria in small groups.
At that moment, one female student forcibly dragged another classmate to the rooftop of the cafeteria.
During lunchtime, the crowd was immense.
Many people witnessed this scene firsthand.
They pushed and pulled each other in full view of everyone, moving from the third floor to the rooftop on the fifth floor.
Until one of the girls was pushed off the building.
Bang!
A loud crash echoed.
It sounded like a watermelon bursting open.
The body that fell from the fifth floor stained the ground below with a large splash of red.
The scene was filled with screams, and many timid students were so frightened that they cried.
Someone captured this moment on video and uploaded it online.
From the angle of the footage, it appeared to have been recorded by a student living in the opposite dormitory.
In the video, the girl who fell from the building rapidly grew larger as she descended, crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening sound.
I watched the video several times and noticed that when the victim hit the ground, her limbs were twisted,
her head pressed against the pavement, blood oozing from her skull like a horrifying snake.
The instigator stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down.
By the time I arrived, the police had already been called.
The school requested that no one speak of it to avoid causing panic.
But it was a Tuesday.
It was precisely during lunch break.
Many students witnessed this scene.
Not to mention keeping it quiet; it was impossible to hide.
The wind on the rooftop was strong, and the sunlight was blinding.
The suspect stood at the edge of the railing, peering down.
She wore a blue school uniform, her skirt fluttering in the breeze, her body swaying precariously as if she might jump at any moment.
Qin Feng was arrested by the police.
When I saw her for the first time in the detention center, I found her to be much calmer than I had imagined.
She was even unnervingly calm.
This girl could not be more than sixteen years old.
Yet she possessed a maturity beyond her years.
Her skin was very fair, and her features were quite delicate.
Though she wore a prison uniform, there was an air of scholarly elegance about her.
If I guessed correctly, she must be a top student.
This first impression took me by surprise.
I had seen the video from the crime scene, and it was truly gruesome.
It was hard to connect this quiet girl with such a violent scene.
To ease the tense atmosphere, I spoke first:
"What is your name?"
"Qin Feng."
Her voice was pleasant to hear.
I couldn't help but glance at her again.
Qin Feng.
What a lovely name...
At that moment, Officer Li pushed the door open.
He placed his hands crossed on the table, his sharp gaze fixed on the girl across from him:
“Qin Feng, did you kill Wu Jiajia?”
Wu Jiajia?
I turned back in confusion to look at Officer Li.
Isn’t that her name?
Could it be… a mistake?
Officer Li, with years of experience in handling cases, noticed my unease and turned to explain:
“This is Qin Feng’s lawyer. Let me introduce you.”
“This is Lawyer Liu from our department.”
Qin Feng quietly observed our exchange, his expression revealing nothing.
Officer Li cleared his throat and continued:
“Qin Feng, around noon today, did you go to the cafeteria rooftop?”
Qin Feng replied flatly, “I did.”
“Around twelve fifteen, were you involved in a scuffle with Wu Jiajia on the rooftop?”
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