The girl in the white dress was none other than Ma Feibo, Ma Minghao’s daughter.
Like He Zilu, she wore a white dress and headphones, completely immersed in her own world, tiptoeing as she danced gracefully.
Yu Song noticed the glass was already scratched and dared not provoke her, afraid she might suddenly collide with it.
Ma Minghao shouted in panic, “Feifei, what are you doing? Get down now!”
Gu Zhiyao and Liu Jingjia moved quickly as well. Seeing Ma Feibo looking dazedly at everyone, they immediately took the opportunity to pull her away from the window.
Ma Feibo struggled desperately, shouting, “What are you doing? This is my room! Who gave you the right to come in?”
Yu Song frowned and walked over to remove her headphones.
Like He Zilu, Ma Feibo instantly lost her sense of security without them.
“Give them back!” she lunged recklessly at Yu Song but was caught by Gu Zhiyao.
“Ma Minghao, do you realize how serious this is? Now all three of you have to come with me to the Criminal Investigation Department to prevent any tragedy from happening again.”
Held tightly by him, Ma Feibo twisted her body, trying to bite his hand.
Fortunately, Gu Zhiyao was prepared and quickly twisted her arm behind her back. Liu Jingjia cooperated silently, taking out handcuffs and fastening them on her.
Ma Minghao stared dumbfounded at his daughter in her manic state. “My Feifei isn’t usually like this. She’s a good girl.”
Then he turned and grabbed his wife, glaring fiercely at her.
“How did you let the child turn out like this?”
The woman trembled all over, her voice tiny as a mosquito’s, “I… I don’t know…”
Yu Song pulled the woman behind him.
“You dare use violence against your own wife in front of the police? Do you really think domestic abuse is legal? And is the child even yours? She doesn’t call you ‘Dad’—don’t you have any responsibility?”
Ma Minghao shot an angry glare at him. “This is my family business. Besides, I’m not abusing her, I only grabbed her. Stop saying nonsense.”
Yu Song took the opportunity to roll up the woman’s sleeve.
Her arms were covered in large and small scars, some looking like cigarette burns, others scratches.
Gu Zhiyao and Liu Jingjia were stunned.
They had seen abuse victims before, but never scars so densely packed.
Yu Song was filled with rage.
What kind of monster could press cigarette butts onto his wife’s arms again and again?
It was inhuman.
The woman panicked when the scars were exposed to strangers and stammered, “No, these are from me… from my own cigarettes…”
Ma Minghao hesitated for a moment, then became even more indignant, accusing Yu Song and the others, “What exactly do you want? My daughter was dancing peacefully in her own home, and you put handcuffs on her. My wife does have a bad habit of self-harm. I urged her to see a psychologist many times, but she refused. It’s all her own doing. No matter how much I care, I can’t stop it. How does that make it domestic abuse?”
The woman nodded quickly, speaking more fluently now.
“That’s right, I did this to myself. I have psychological problems and often self-harm uncontrollably. Minghao urged me many times, but I just can’t change. I’m sorry, truly sorry. I’ll see a psychologist soon. I’ll get better, don’t worry.”
Gu Zhiyao frowned.
She sounded too rehearsed, as if she had repeated this countless times.
Yu Song naturally noticed too.
“Looks like you’re not the only one who discovered these scars. Who else noticed? Your family? You’re using this excuse to cover up for your husband and make them believe you hurt yourself. That’s ridiculous. Are you a masochist?”
Seeing Yu Song’s ruthless scolding, Gu Zhiyao also wished she could join in, but she knew this was severe Stockholm Syndrome.
No amount of scolding would help.
“Everyone, come with me to the police station. Your family’s problems are serious. Ma Minghao, if you don’t want your daughter to get hurt, obediently come with us and don’t hide anything anymore.”
Liu Jingjia added, “You know about the recent viral case of a girl jumping off a building, right? One of the girls involved looked a lot like your daughter before she jumped.”
Ma Minghao felt baffled.
He didn’t want to go to the station.
“What nonsense are you talking about? My daughter is still so young. We pamper her at home; she’s never suffered hardship. There’s no way she would jump.”
Yu Song said, “I’ve already checked. Your daughter’s song list is very similar to that girl’s.”
She pointed at the scratched glass window.
“If you don’t believe me, try hitting it with a stool or something else. But you live on the seventh floor. If it hits someone, you’ll go to jail. Even if it doesn’t hit a person, hitting cats, dogs, or plants is still bad.”
Gu Zhiyao laughed angrily.
“Xiao Yu, don’t get any ideas. Anyone looking at the glass would know how dangerous it is. Ma Minghao is clearly not normal.”
Liu Jingjia said, “Right, a normal parent would rather believe anything for their daughter.”
Ma Minghao was about to explode.
“Who’s not normal? What nonsense are you spouting?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Liu Jingjia grabbed him and cuffed his hands behind his back.
“What are you doing? Do you know who I am?” Ma Minghao was furious and started acting high and mighty.
No one paid him any mind.
The woman was stunned seeing both her husband and daughter arrested.
Yu Song was about to console her when she suddenly dashed toward the window with such force that Yu Song, who tried to hold her, nearly lost balance.
Gu Zhiyao was startled, sweat beading on his forehead.
He and Liu Jingjia only worried Ma Feibo might jump like He Zilu had.
They never expected the woman to have such thoughts too.
Yu Song hadn’t anticipated it either but reacted quickly to catch her.
He couldn’t understand.
If this woman truly loved her husband and daughter and was willing to live in a home that was like hell to her, shouldn’t she have stopped them or cried out in pain when they were arrested?
How could she think about jumping?
“You all have to go to the Criminal Investigation Department for questioning. If you don’t want your husband and daughter anymore, then why go crazy like this?”
The woman looked at Ma Minghao and Ma Feibo in handcuffs and started crying.
“It’s all my fault. Everything has nothing to do with them. Don’t arrest them, arrest me. My husband is a good man. My daughter is a good daughter. It’s all my fault.”
Though Yu Song felt a pang of sympathy, more than anything, he was angry at her unwillingness to fight back.
If she had any self-awareness, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.
“I know you’re being sarcastic. Your husband’s bad, your daughter’s unfilial. We see and hear it all. Don’t worry, they’re all going for investigation.”
The woman was startled.
“No, I’m serious, not sarcastic. They’re really good. I’m the one who’s bad.”
Once restrained, Ma Feibo glanced coldly at her mother and sneered, “Good to know. Your biggest mistake wasn’t marrying my dad, but giving birth to me. Who wants to be your daughter, you useless piece of trash.”
Ma Minghao frowned.
Although cuffed, he still tried to uphold the dignity of himself and his family.
“Feifei, don’t say such nonsense. Whether she’s good or not, she’s still your mom. Don’t be rude.”
Ma Feibo spat in his face.
“Old fart, go to hell. What I hate most is actually you.”
Watching Ma Minghao’s angry, annoyed, and humiliated expression, Yu Song couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is really a spectacle. Captain Gu’s invited you three to the Criminal Investigation Department—you’ll definitely put on a great show.”
Gu Zhiyao shot him a look and handed him his phone.
“Stop watching the show. Help me make a call.”
He and Liu Jingjia needed to keep a close watch on this family to prevent further incidents.
Yu Song used his phone to contact Ji Jiang, who was surprised to hear her voice.
“Captain Gu is in trouble?”
“No, he’s just too busy and didn’t want to distract you with a call.”
Ji Jiang sent people over to bring the Ma family—father, mother, and daughter—to the Criminal Investigation Department.
They also brought the investigators from last time to conduct a thorough investigation of the Ma household, especially the glass window.
The glass was scratched by the same kind of Golden Diamond Ring, even the purchase link was identical.
Ma Feibo’s song list source was also very similar to He Zilu’s.
Ji Jiang was furious. “Someone is really encouraging young girls to commit suicide, using the exact same method? We have to make these details public and see if there are other victims.”
Yu Song now focused solely on this family of three.
He knew the dark mentor wouldn’t be easy to expose—it had to be done bit by bit.
The direction was right.
Both He Zilu and Ma Feibo had definitely come into contact with the dark mentor, either directly or indirectly.
Ma Feibo was taken to the interrogation room, and Gu Zhiyao invited the bureau’s Psychological Expert Feng Laoshi over.
The young but professional Feng Laoshi observed Ma Feibo for a moment.
“This is a very typical case of Compulsive Fantasy Disorder.”
Gu Zhiyao was stunned.
“Fantasy disorder? There’s such a disease?”
Feng Laoshi explained, “Many people have fantasy disorder, but some only mildly. They experience fantasies during boring times, like when sitting on a bus or in class. Some fantasize all day, even pacing around their room while listening to music.”
Yu Song said he had heard of it before.
“I heard ADHD sufferers are prone to Compulsive Fantasy Disorder.”
“Exactly.”
Feng Laoshi gave Yu Song an approving look. Seeing Gu Zhiyao’s confused expression, she elaborated, “ADHD is Attention Deficit Disorder, a common neurodevelopmental disorder also known as Multimodal Disorder. It mostly affects children, but adults with ADHD often develop Compulsive Fantasy Disorder as well.”
Liu Jingjia asked, “Both are mental illnesses, right? Are you saying she has two mental illnesses at once, or are these two the same thing?”
“Not the same. ADHD manifests in many ways. Patients are forced to fantasize and have scattered attention. Compulsive Fantasy Disorder, however, is an active pursuit of fantasy. These people usually suffer major psychological trauma and prefer to immerse themselves in their own world to escape reality. If someone with ADHD also has Compulsive Fantasy Disorder, the difficulty of treatment increases exponentially.”
Feng Laoshi added seriously, “These two disorders are not the severe mental illnesses people imagine. They are mental disabilities. Some psychologists even believe mild fantasy disorder can aid mental health because it allows patients to vent or enjoy themselves. Some fantasize about being heroes or saviors, others about being the richest or most charming people. Some imagine traveling to outer space or interstellar colonies—anything you can think of, they can fantasize about. Based on your descriptions, it’s clear someone used music or other media to trigger Ma Feibo’s Compulsive Fantasy Disorder, making her feel compelled to break the glass and jump.”
“Trigger?” Yu Song frowned. “Feng Laoshi, do you mean this disorder usually doesn’t affect daily life, but someone made Ma Feibo fall into a severe fantasy state, unable to extricate herself, unable to distinguish fantasy from reality?”
“Exactly. That’s my current diagnosis.”