Chapter 28
In an elementary school in New York, a series of events took place . Until the first death of an 11-year-old was found in the school's swimming pool, people were appalled but didn't care much . Because the kid was a frequent troublemaker and there was no sign of murder, it was treated as a common suicide case . Although a column concerned about teenage education was published in a small newspaper, it soon disappeared from people's memories .
But when the second casualty jumped off the roof of the school building about a week later, things began to change a little . That the 10-year-old child to jump offs the roof - shortly after the parents suddenly divorced - and that the two children committed suicide in school in succession was a serious scandal . Public opinion has boiled up a little, and more and more people are beginning to talk about what true education is . The lighting on education was electrifying .
Another week after that, another child came out with his father's gun at home and shot his head in the backyard of the school . People are in shock and questioned--no matter how grave the inadequacy of current education is, is it enough to be a link between the suicides of three children in a row every week in one school? It was overwhelming, and things got quiet for a moment . Struggling with how to deal with a sudden series of suicide cases, the police began their investigation based on the third incident .
When New York police entered the school assuming some malevolent motive drove them to suicide, Jude in his office was frowning, stroking his sick stomach .
"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
" . . . . . . unngghh . . . . . . It's strange, I haven't eaten anything . "
"Are you sick because you haven't eaten anything?"
Tim turned to Jude anxiously, as he took back the coffee cup on his partner's desk and put it on his desk, and Jude reached out for the coffee cup wistfully, but Tim picked up the coffee cup with a stern look on his face and left it far away .
"It's worse to drink coffee on an empty stomach, have some soup for lunch later . "
" . . . . . . T, Tim . Cruel . . . . . . . "
"It's on me . "
"Then I'll put up with it . "
He barely smiled at the Tim grinning with a face to say as if there was nobody so easy to understand, and Jude took a deep breath and touched his stomach . He didn't eat anything, so he wouldn't have been on top shape, and he thought he'd get better soon .
"Ah-I'm going crazy . I'm going crazy . I need something that comes out quickly to make it taste like an investigation, this . . . "
When Jude was relieved of the heavy stabbing pain, Beckman came in pushing through the police station door . He was one of the detectives in charge of this series of suicide cases, and he didn't seem very happy as he shakes his head while constantly fanning his hands . Tim, who had just had a sip of coffee, shouted cheerfully at the middle-aged detective .
"Why, Beckman? Isn't the investigation at your disposal?"
"Don't mention it, Tim . It doesn't bother me this much if it's a murder . I have to investigate children who are almost certain to commit suicide, so I don't know where to find clues . By the way, why would a 10-year-old commit suicide? I'm an old man, and I'm working my butt off here . "
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