Cams
The police arrived quickly; the first to enter were the Community Police from the nearby district.
Having received notification from the police dispatch center, they immediately set out.
Zhao Xue was frantic and only said that her daughter wanted to jump off the building.
Hearing that it was the seventeenth floor, the 110 emergency number had already called the fire department and an ambulance.
The various vehicles and noises downstairs startled the neighborhood property management as well, who hurried over to see what was happening.
Before the police arrived, Yu Song had already inspected every room in the He family’s apartment that had external windows, but found nothing unusual and then started checking other areas.
The main focus of the inspection was, of course, He Zilu’s bedroom.
When she climbed onto the bay window, He Zilu had already swept through the room inside and out, but since He Zilu kept trying to pull her down, Yu Song hadn’t been able to examine everything thoroughly.
Since Hei Rui had accurately predicted that He Zilu was going to jump, he must have been watching near her home.
It was very likely he lived in the apartment building across the street, peering toward the He family’s place through a telescope.
Or perhaps he was mingling among the property management staff.
Or maybe he had already installed cameras in some hidden corner of He Zilu’s room.
Yu Song did indeed find a suspicious camera in He Zilu’s bedroom and leaned closer to examine it.
In a quiet bar, a man sat against the wall in a corner, watching the close-up of a young face on the screen, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.
He picked up the wine glass on the table and downed it in one gulp.
This matter was becoming increasingly interesting.
Yu Song was pondering whether to say something when she heard the Community Police questioning voices coming from the living room, so she quietly stepped outside.
The middle-aged officer in charge asked He Feng, “What happened? Did you call the police?”
He Feng was at a loss to explain clearly.
He pointed toward He Zilu’s bedroom and said, “I don’t know who scratched the glass on the floor-to-ceiling window in my home. My daughter also mysteriously has a diamond ring on her finger. She… she’s acting very strange.”
He first gestured toward the bedroom, then toward He Zilu who was being held by Zhao Xue, and finally glanced at Yu Song.
“This is my daughter’s classmate. If it weren’t for her reminding us, even kicking open my daughter’s door, who knows what might have happened.”
Seeing Yu Song come out of the bedroom, the police initially thought this green-haired girl was the troubled teen planning to kill herself.
But after hearing He Feng’s explanation, they frowned.
“Don’t rush to conclusions. What exactly happened? Your daughter wanted to kill herself with a diamond ring? And her classmate came to stop her? Did she want to slash her wrists? What about the broken glass in the bedroom?”
Another female Community Police officer saw He Zilu being held by Zhao Xue, her expression depressed, her hands and feet trembling as if trying to struggle but unable to break free.
Based on her experience, she suspected Depression Somatization and frowned.
“It’s good that nothing serious happened. First, take the child to the hospital for a checkup. She should also see a psychologist.”
Zhao Xue, seeing the police, felt safe and let out a breath.
But when she heard about seeing a psychologist, she started screaming again, “No! Officer, my Zilu is fine, she doesn’t need to go to the hospital. She’s not Jing Ji Bing. That glass was definitely scratched accidentally. She probably never wanted to jump—it’s us who were too nervous.”
Yu Song listened to her hesitant tone and was speechless.
Was her daughter’s physical and mental health really less important than saving face?
Zhao Xue’s screams startled He Zilu, who screamed in response, flailing her hands and feet.
“Let me go! What do you want? Don’t touch my room! Give me back my earphones!”
Yu Song handed over the earphones.
“Put them on her first. This seems to be called earphone syndrome—she won’t feel safe unless she wears them, even without music.”
She had already switched the songs on her notebook and was now playing soothing light music through the earphones.
Seeing her daughter act like a madwoman trying to snatch the earphones, Zhao Xue was stunned.
“Earphone syndrome really exists? Is this illness curable? It’s not Jing Ji Bing, right?”
The middle-aged officer impatiently said, “There are so many illnesses. It’s just that the kid is too dependent on electronic products. Let her use her phone less and she’ll get better.”
Yu Song disliked his attitude—clearly a typical grassroots Community Police who loved preaching and smoothing things over—but at least his words weren’t wrong.
He Zilu was indeed a severe phone addict, and she was definitely manipulated through her phone into attempting suicide.
Just as Yu Song was about to speak, Gu Zhi also suddenly walked in from outside the door.
Seeing Yu Song, he feigned surprise.
“Classmate Yu, why is it you again? I thought you didn’t live here. The call said the girl wanted to kill herself—could it be you?”
Yu Song rolled her eyes inwardly and snapped, “Officer Gu, you really have too much free time at night.
Didn’t I already clear myself of suspicion? Why are you still watching me?”
Gu Zhi didn’t expect her to be so sharp or so blunt.
Helpless, he said, “Why would you think that? The Zhou Yaohui case is solved. Nobody’s watching you. I’m on duty tonight. When I heard about the police call, I came by to check it out. I don’t question your presence. But you—why do you always show up wherever there’s trouble?”
She had no reply to that, and didn’t want to banter with Gu Zhi either.
She pointed to He Zilu.
“She’s my classmate and former roommate who used to bully me. School’s about to start soon. Thinking about the past makes me upset. I originally came to yell at her to vent, maybe tell her parents as well. Who knew I’d watch such a drama instead.”
He Feng and Zhao Xue looked suspicious when Yu Song mentioned knowing the police, but after hearing this, their expressions changed.
Was this girl not here to save Zilu, but rather to settle scores?
Yu Song ignored the confused parents and told Gu Zhi, “Believe it or not, He Zilu’s situation reminds me of—”
Before she could finish, Gu Zhi interrupted, “Reminds you of a story?”
Yu Song recalled how she had described the Zhou Yaohui case.
She twitched her lips, “Not exactly. I remembered joining a group chat once where people shared free music and articles, even some bloody videos.”
She glanced back at He Zilu.
“Groups like that are very manipulative. People without strong will can easily be misled. I just looked at He Zilu’s playlist—her music is problematic. I suggest you check it out. Also, her room is arranged in a way that’s not at all comfortable for sleeping.”
The female officer who was calming He Zilu quietly got up and whispered to Gu Zhi, “Captain Gu, from He’s condition, it’s clear she hasn’t rested well in a long time.”
Gu Zhi had them start taking statements from the three family members and took another Enforcement Recorder into He Zilu’s room.
Yu Song quickly walked ahead to the front door, checked the opposite door for movement, and asked the property staff, “Has anyone come out from across the hall?”
The property staff looked at Yu Song suspiciously.
At her age and appearance, she couldn’t possibly be from the local police or fire department, but her tone was quite commanding.
He had intended to question her identity first but found himself shaking his head and explaining, “Their child is young and probably asleep. What does Unit 1702 have to do with this? Should I call them out?”
“No need. I was just asking.”
As the property staff was about to ask who she was, she had already returned to Unit 1701.
Yu Song also thought the neighbor opposite was unlikely to be suspicious but just wanted to rule it out first.
After getting an answer, she returned to He Zilu’s bedroom.
Gu Zhi had already photographed the deliberately damaged glass and found a miniature camera hidden inside a large stuffed bear.
He was preparing to remove it.
But with one hand holding the Enforcement Recorder, it was difficult to operate.
He was about to call someone in when Yu Song took the recorder from him.
“I’ll record for you.”
Gu Zhi turned back, saw it was her, and smiled.
“I thought you had already run off.”
“Officer Gu, that’s an interesting thing to say. I haven’t done anything wrong, why would I run?”
She handed him the ring.
“This is hers. She always wears it. I suspect she used it to scratch the glass and tried to jump.”
Gu Zhi took the diamond ring and compared it to the scratches on the window.
“That’s right. This is what she used. Who gave it to her?”
Yu Song shrugged.
“What am I supposed to do? It’s definitely not me. If I hadn’t stumbled upon it and had a good eye for detail to spot these scratches, He Zilu might have really had a tragedy.”
Gu Zhi raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure you just happened to be here?”
“Of course not. I’m not a clairvoyant.”
Gu Zhi felt Yu Song was full of secrets—just when he thought he’d solved one mystery, another popped up.
He didn’t buy her story about hearing some story or joining a group.
No way there was anything like that.
She might be involved in both cases, but there wasn’t a hint of guilt on her face.
In fact, he often felt like she was supervising his work.
Yu Song couldn’t help but want to investigate cases herself but never expected Gu Zhi to feel that way.
Although someone was holding the recorder, Gu Zhi still called the two officers outside in.
“Check all these stuffed toys on the bed.”
As he spoke, he removed the camera and placed it into an evidence bag.
A row of gray teddy bears lay on He Zilu’s bed, with many more on the shelf beside it.
They put on gloves and began to check them one by one.
Gu Zhi asked Yu Song, “Do young ladies these days all like these things?”
“Not really. Who would like such ugly, tasteless toys? The sizes vary, but the styles are the same. Maybe they’re all from the same person or bought from the same place.”
With the earphones on, He Zilu finally stopped trembling but still didn’t respond to anything.
Zhao Xue was afraid her daughter would be diagnosed with Jing Ji Bing, but she still knew the wisdom of avoiding the doctor’s word.
She accompanied He Zilu into the ambulance heading to the hospital.
He Feng was shocked to hear there was a camera in his daughter’s room.
He shook his head repeatedly.
“There’s no way we installed a camera in her room! Zilu wouldn’t allow it—she values her privacy too much.”
Gu Zhi and the others searched the He family’s home thoroughly, even turning off the lights and using instruments to check, confirming there was only one camera in He Zilu’s room.
The camera was tiny, with no storage capability.
They could only check the fingerprints and serial number on it.
The lens faced the desk.
He Feng pointed to the pink ergonomic chair in front of it.
“Zilu loves to play with her computer and phone there. Could she have put it there herself? What would she film?”
Gu Zhi pointed at the bedroom glass.
“Without someone’s guidance or help, a girl that age is unlikely to try to kill herself like this. We need to take her phone and computer for inspection.”
He Feng also felt something was off.
Naturally, he wouldn’t stop them.
“Officers, please make sure to investigate thoroughly. My Zilu is usually lively and cheerful. How could she try to kill herself?”
Yu Song chuckled softly. Lively and cheerful?
A father’s filter is truly terrifying.
He Feng looked at Yu Song guiltily.
“Zilu sometimes speaks too harshly and never backs down from an argument, but she’s not a bad kid. If she offended you, I apologize on her behalf. Today’s incident…”
Seeing his cautious expression, Yu Song snorted.
“What? You think I did it?”
He Feng replied awkwardly, “I didn’t say that, but it’s really strange.”
Yu Song glanced at him dismissively.
“You two are definitely strange. Your child’s like this, and you never noticed. Instead, you’re busy chasing after mistresses. If I wanted to get revenge on He Zilu, I’d have done it already. Why come here to warn you? If you want to see a show, just wait downstairs for her to fall.”