2:17 A. M., Xijiao Funeral Home.
Detective Lu Chen squatted at the door of the morgue. The wolfberry water in the thermos cup had already become cold. The third person to jump off a building this month had his pupils so dilated that he looked like a living person, but he was smiling before he died - the kind of smile that says "I finally don't have to hold on anymore". There was no suicide note, no unusual phone calls, and the bank account was clean enough to attend the commendation ceremony.
He touched the dead man's forehead. The next second, he revealed what Lao Zhou had just dug out of the deceased's left pocket - an orange-flavored fruit candy with the word "Dad" written on it in ballpoint pen.
This is not his ability. This was the last scene the deceased saw before jumping off the building.
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Have you been very tired recently? Do you feel like you won't be able to hold on any longer?
Convenience stores always have lights on at three in the morning. The cashier will smile and say to you: Welcome. But you'd better not look at the inner row of shelves between nine and eleven o'clock.
There stood a man in a gray trench coat. He holds a piece of paper in his hand. What is written on the paper is not a suicide note, but the thing you want to achieve most.
He will ask you: "Do you want to sign too?"
