Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 138 Spiritual Opium
It's only natural to feel regret and loss when a life is suddenly lost, and Lin Yanyan's reaction is perfectly normal.

In contrast, the person who calmly witnessed Li Linlu's suicide and calmly filmed the process is truly someone whose intentions are unknown.

Thinking about it this way, I actually felt a strange chill run down my spine.

Wei Qingsong paused for a moment, then asked one last question: "If I remember correctly, universities nowadays pay close attention to students' mental health and regularly fill out psychological assessment forms. Over the past four years, have Li Linlu's psychological assessments shown any abnormalities?"

Many years ago, universities neglected students' mental health education, and many college students dropped out or took a leave of absence due to mental health problems, which even led to some extreme behaviors.

Schools should be a pure land, but they have become tainted with hostility.

The tragedy that has already occurred is irreversible, leaving behind only many lessons learned from the past and bloody consequences.

Nowadays, many schools are starting to pay attention to the mental health of college students.

There are psychological counselors on university campuses, as well as student-organized mutual-help psychological clubs. Counselors also regularly assess students' mental health by having them fill out questionnaires.

Lin Yanyan thought for a moment and answered very decisively: "No, she is the same as everyone else. The psychological test results are not abnormal. She is just a little introverted and slow to warm up. She does not have any mental illness."

As a result, Wei Qingsong's suspicions about Mu'an Psychological Counseling Center were somewhat reduced.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Wei Qingsong discreetly sent a message to Alice, hoping she could obtain the patient list from Mu'an Psychological Counseling Center.

The on-site technicians and forensic experts had already left. Lu Jingming put on gloves and went to Li Linlu's room again to see if there were any clues he had missed.

The room wasn't large, but it was decorated very warmly. There was a row of green plants on the windowsill, and an aromatherapy lamp was lit on the bedside table. The room was filled with a pleasant fragrance, which showed that Li Linlu was a girl who had a very refined lifestyle.

Besides that, she seems to really enjoy reading. Her bookshelf takes up an entire wall and is filled to the brim with books, mostly novels and comics.

There was a book on the desk, which Li Linlu was probably reading recently. The cover looked very familiar.

Wei Qingsong looked closely and realized it was Shen Tong's novel.

Last time, Shen Fu took the exact same book to Shen Tong to ask for an autograph. However, it was obvious at a glance that Shen Fu's book was one she couldn't bear to flip through, and it was kept in perfect condition.

Li Linlu's book, on the other hand, shows very obvious signs of wear and tear from being read so many times.

She must have really liked this novel.

Wei Qingsong gently picked up the book, intending to examine it, when a bookmark made of a leaf suddenly slipped out.

She was startled, but quickly caught the bookmark and put it back in its original place.

My gaze inadvertently swept over a line of text.

"Death is the most sacred and magnificent journey in the world."

Wei Qingsong stared at the line of words thoughtfully.

Li Lirong's complaining voice interrupted her thoughts: "I never interfere with Lulu's hobbies, but she always likes to read these kinds of books, which is the most unacceptable thing for me. I don't know what's so good about these books. They're either about love and romance or about blood and violence, and they make people think all sorts of nonsense all day long."

"These novels and comics are just like games; they are spiritual opium, poisoning the minds of young people. I think Lulu's condition is inseparable from these bad books."

Her tone was full of complaints, as if she had great disdain and hatred for this kind of novel.

Wei Qingsong made no comment, slowly closed the novel, and put it back in its original place.

It must be admitted that Shen Fu was not exaggerating at all. Shen Tong's writing is indeed very magical. His description of death is extremely depressing, making readers feel an uncomfortable sense of melancholy.

However, Wei Qingsong does not believe that the descriptions in the novel can influence a mentally mature adult.

Powerful words can indeed stir a person's emotions, but that resonance is destined to be fleeting.

Whether it's novels, comics, or games, forcibly labeling them as spiritual opium is nothing more than finding a scapegoat for those who willingly degenerate.

Even the whitest wall will cast a black shadow; everything has two sides, and we cannot generalize from a single instance.

Moreover, the facts of the case are very clear: Li Linlu's suicide was closely related to the second person who was present at the scene.

He can perfectly set up a secret room, but the traces of his presence cannot be erased.

In the elevator surveillance video of Unit 3, only three people entered and exited the 22nd floor during that time period.

Wei Qingsong and Shen Tong had met once before, so it was clear that none of the three figures in the elevator were him.

That person once appeared at Li Linlu's house. He can't just grow wings and fly away, so he must be either one of those three people or a resident on the same 22nd floor.

As dusk fell, a few stars twinkled forlornly.

With the images of the three people in hand, Chen Jin visited and investigated, carefully questioning the other three households on the 22nd floor.

“The two female office workers who share apartment 2201 next door are the ones who get off work at 6 p.m. and don’t get home until 7 p.m. They’re not home at all in the afternoon.”

"As for the old man I saw in the elevator earlier, he is a resident of apartment 2203 and lives with his wife. Both he and his wife said they had never seen these three people before."

“The resident of 2204 next to 2203 is a single young man who works as an online sales livestreamer. His work-rest schedule is reversed day and night. He said that he was sleeping in the afternoon and no one had come to his house.”

"So, those three people who were on the 22nd floor during that time were all after 2202, which is Li Linlu's house." Lu Jingming frowned, deep in thought.

Wei Qingsong came into the living room with several photos. Li Lirong sat blankly on the sofa, looking sad.

She paused for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "Ms. Li, could you please take a look? Do you recognize any of the people in these photos?"

Li Lirong forced herself to sit up straight.

Her gaze lingered on the photos for a moment, then she pointed to the picture of the young man and said decisively, "Although he is wearing a mask, I can recognize him. He is Lulu's cousin, named Zhang Tianhua."

She was quite agitated, her eyes red-rimmed: "He's got a problem, isn't he? Did he hurt Lulu? I knew it, there's not a single good person in the Zhang family!"

"Calm down first. We only suspect that he came to our house to see Li Linlu this afternoon. There is no evidence to suggest that he killed anyone." Wei Qingsong said in a calm tone, "Could you please tell me what kind of person this Zhang Tianhua is? What grudge does he have against your family?"

(End of this chapter)