Chapter 142

"Tan Shan, bring your homework to my office after class!" At the end of a class, Zhang Dongmei delayed the class as usual. When there were two minutes left before class, the Chinese teacher of the next class arrived ahead of time.

During the extracurricular activities after two Chinese classes, Tan Shan, a little girl, holds a pile of thick exercise books and goes to the teacher's office building.

Lu Siyu looked at his watch. Just now everyone was busy interrogating and forgot the time. It turned out that nine o'clock had arrived.

Even Tan Shan's crying face had some changes in light and shadow under such a brilliant reflection.

From their point of view, we can see a gorgeous fireworks blooming in the dark sky, thousands of light scattered in the air.

People cheered outside.

At this time, the air suddenly sent out a "bang" sound, and then suddenly a light out of the window.

The fingernails on her hands were almost peeled off. She felt as if her body was hanging in the air. She fell down heavily from a height and lay beside Zhang Dongmei's body. Blood was spreading from her body.

Tan Shan cried and shook her head. She cried out: "I hate her! But I didn't do it. This time, I didn't lie... "

Song Wen continued to ask Tan Shan, "do you admit your crime?"

But it's like There's something wrong.

Lu Siyu looked at the five testimonies he had recorded and pieced together a complete fact.

In her subconscious, killing Zhang Dongmei is equal to killing her own negative side. Killing her imperfect side will completely cut off the connection between her and Zhang Dongmei, and get rid of the shadow she has imposed on her.

If she really does kill her teacher, such a move comes from her psychological struggle and resistance. This kind of killing is her self reflection and slaughter.

Now, the motive for killing has emerged.

She killed Zhang Dongmei as if she had killed herself.

She held out her hand to cry for her children. ~_ ~Jamie Da xs63

reports, punishes and wrestles with Zhang Dongmei on the rooftop. She can only use this extreme way to prove that she is right and Zhang Dongmei is wrong!

Faced with such an answer, she did not know what to do!

Those students showed fear and fear in their eyes. They obediently bent down and began to surrender. They became obedient sheep from a little devil who was difficult to tame.

To her horror, she found that those words were more useful than her soft voice Her painstaking words can't get their obedience, but Zhang Dongmei can

Sometimes she was simply venting, adding the pain she had suffered to the students.

Zhang Dongmei's brand on her is too deep. Those influences, more than 1000 days and nights, have been deeply imprinted in her blood.

Tan Shan has been trying to be a good teacher she thinks she is, but she is weak and finds that she can't stick to the definition of "good".

The teacher's work pressure is very big, the intensity is also very big, she hates Zhang Dongmei, is also hating has been listening to Zhang Dongmei's own words.

She sobbed and said, "sometimes I get angry with my students. When I can't help it, I will unconsciously say what Zhang Dongmei said to us. I will use Zhang Dongmei's way of punishing students. I I hate myself like this... "

Tan Shan was a little frightened, and then her tears came down: "you don't know How much influence will teachers have on students, especially when I become a teacher again... "

This kind of fear is not necessarily concrete, but abstract psychologically. Tan Shan has always been a good student, and her growth path is planned by others. She has fear, awe and love for her teacher, but this kind of relationship is broken by Zhang Dongmei. After experiencing disappointment, Tan Shan's feelings for her have changed subtly, once she was disappointed My admiration turned into hatred

Lu Siyu coldly looks at Tan Shan in front of him. After finishing the record, he thinks for a moment and asks Tan Shan, "do you have a subconscious fear of becoming a teacher like Zhang Dongmei?"

Tan Shan felt that her memory was broken.

And then What happened?

That's what she always wanted to do. She pressed Zhang Dongmei firmly on the guardrail with her thin body and watched her struggle

She only remembers that she hated that woman, that she pushed her, that she pulled her hair, that there was no sense of shame in her heart at that time, but that she enjoyed it.

Whether she pushed Zhang Dongmei downstairs under the influence of alcohol, she can't remember now.

Tan Shan felt like a wolf. She told a lot of lies before. Now, she finally told the truth, but no one believed her any more.

As long as Tan Shan admits, it's all over tonight.

"So, did you kill your teacher Zhang Dongmei tonight?" Song Wen asked the last sentence.No matter what happened to the teachers and students in the past, tonight, she completely crushed Zhang Dongmei and insulted her.

Including her quarrel with Zhang Dongmei on the top floor, she should be proud.

Song Wen pointed out: "Miss Tan The attitude you put forward in the video before, when you lied before, is not as pathetic as it is now. "

"I I don't know. It's really not me... " Tan Shan's eyes turned red and her mouth opened. She couldn't say a word of refutation any more. She could only repeat, "I I didn't kill her... "

On the surface, this sentence is to help Tan Shan find a reason, but in fact, it is to identify her as the murderer. At this point, even Cheng Mo has defected. ~_ ~Jamie said, "Miss Tan, you just said that you had drunk a lot of wine before. Do you remember wrong?"

She felt as if she was the one who was holding on to the side of the building. As soon as she let go, she would fall from the top and fall to pieces. Her fingers could not grasp the guardrail and would soon slip down. She wanted to hold everything in a hurry

She was too nervous. Her water blue dress was crumpled by her hands on both sides.

She turned her head and looked at Cheng Mo like asking for help: "father Cheng, I really didn't do that. You must believe me..."

"I I can't prove But... " Tan Shan shook her head.

Song Wen looked at the woman in front of her, "what can prove that when you left, Zhang Dongmei was still alive. She jumped down or was pushed down by others after you left?"

She used to be a student, but later she became a teacher. The change of her identity made it difficult for her to deal with the relationship between herself and Zhang Dongmei. The right and wrong of teachers and students often torture her heart.

At this point, Tan Shan's body shook, as if unwilling to think of the body.

"We had a quarrel on the roof, and she tried to pull me. I pushed her down on the roof, picked up her bag and left. When I left, she was 100% alive..."

"But I didn't expect that after she didn't have the income of the make-up class, she would turn to someone to borrow money." Tan Shan's voice, full of grievances, she did not expect, there will be such a chain reaction.

"I want to get my life back on track and want this woman to pay for what she did. I want to prove that she is not a good teacher. "

Tan Shan gave the reason why she reported Zhang Dongmei.

"I think this phenomenon is wrong. I want to get rid of Zhang Dongmei, so I went to the Education Bureau to report her."

It seems that how to do it depends on one's conscience.

She didn't understand the difference between a good teacher and a bad teacher.

Tan Shan raised her head when she said this. These words she didn't tell others. Her big eyes were full of confusion.

"But why, at the same time, Zhang Dongmei is so busy in the school that her class is always crammed with students. Is that why Zhang Dongmei was able to teach at school? Is it true that society, school and parents only need teachers like Zhang Dongmei? "

"I confiscated the cell phones of the students who didn't listen to me in class, but they choked in public and scolded me for meddling. I shared some good essays and articles with the students, which were told by the parents that they had exceeded the examination syllabus and were reported to the school. Other teachers think I'm a bully and occupy my classroom. They secretly tell students not to do my homework if they don't have time. "

“…… But sometimes I'm a little confused. I seem to be serving those children and flattering them. I don't get their equal love... "

"I really love my work. I love my students and hope they can make progress. I care about poor students and buy cakes and food for children. I will remember their preferences and birthdays, and then write unique comments on their birthdays. I'm going to talk to a child with depression and hope that he can get out of the shadows. "

Tan Shan's head was buried lower, as if she wanted to get to the ground: "I Born a little soft, I don't know how to refuse her face to face. Every time I made up my mind, I would never do anything for her next time, but after she proposed, I did it obediently. I I hate myself like that. "

"She thought I was a student she didn't graduate from and asked me endlessly to take advantage of me, let me help her get express, let me help her with her homework and let me help her on duty."

"After graduation, other students left her, but because of my family's reasons, I got the teacher's qualification certificate and came here to teach. I thought that being a colleague would make everyone equal. But from the first day I became a colleague, Zhang Dongmei defined me as her student... "

From the day she heard those words, she began to question herself and her relationship with Zhang Dongmei.

At that time, she also heard the talk of those teachers. Ten years ago, the supervision of the teacher industry was not as strict as it is now, and it was not a big deal to send things to teachers.Until now, Tan Shan can still recall that feeling, as if her heart had been torn apart.

Tan Shan said here and pursed her lips. Her voice was trembling and she felt about to cry. "When the third year of junior high school was approaching graduation, I caught up with Zhang Dongmei for her birthday. I drew a picture for her. Although it was very tender, it was my heart. I gave the picture to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang said thank you. She was very moved. But Soon after that, when I was delivering my homework to my teacher, I found the crumpled picture in teacher Zhang's trash can. I went back to the classroom crying at that time. "

"I always thought that I had been her monitor and class representative for three years. As a class cadre in her class, I had to bear much more than an ordinary class committee member. Although this teacher has a lot of punishments for us, I still think she is good for us. At least, she She treats me differently. People have feelings It can be said that this unique feeling has always supported me... "

"Compared with other people, I am closer to Zhang Dongmei's life. Sometimes I even go to her home to help her get things. I know that at that time she was divorcing her husband. When she was angry at home, she would vent her temper to her class and classmates."

From Tan Shan's description at this time, we can hear that she is very sorry. Junior high school students have not entered the society, should have believed in the goodness of human nature, at that time she was seduced by the teacher, to be a "betrayer" among the students, this behavior brought her psychological pressure, is undoubtedly heavy.

"I'm Zhang Dongmei's most obedient student. She has trusted me most since she was in school But this kind of trust is built on, built on I help her do all kinds of things, and then report on the basis of the class situation. I have betrayed my classmates more than once. I feel that I am a student who betrayed my classmates, so I have no friends in my class... "

Mentioning the word "report", Tan Shan's face turned pale. The police knew more than she expected.

"Because of what? You are Zhang Dongmei's proud disciple and her colleague. Why do you report her? " Song Wen looked directly at her.

Tan Shan felt guilty and stammered: "we There are some festivals But That's all because... "

"We have a witness to prove that you quarreled with Zhang Dongmei on the roof before."

This explanation is reasonable, Song Wen asked the next key questions.

"At first, I just wanted to join them to ask teacher Zhang for money, but later I thought that she might not be able to pay back the money, so we should punish this woman..."

"I just know that this woman, she has been blackmailing her students. I found some of my classmates and talked about them one by one."

"I suspected at that time that she was not the only one who lent me money. I I'm just afraid that she owes a lot of money and can't pay me back. So So I just Once, while she was away and her cell phone was on the table, I looked at her cell phone. "

Tan Shan whispered, "Zhang Dongmei She often asked me to punch in and turn on the computer for her, so I know her common password. Once, I accidentally passed her desk and saw a chat record of her. She's borrowing money online. "

"Because, my mother was ill half a month ago, nephritis, need to be hospitalized, I want Mr. Zhang to return the money. When I asked her, she kept prevaricating me, which was totally different from what she said when she asked me to borrow money.... "

"Why do you organize today's party?" Song Wen continued to ask.

"Has she ever blackmailed you?" Tan Shan shook her head. "She didn't blackmail me." Then she added, "maybe it's because I don't have a handle on her. And I'm the only one who has heard her say she wants to borrow money and offered to lend it to her. "

"Excuse me Thirty thousand yuan. I haven't worked long, it's almost all my savings. " Tan Shan whispered.

"Did Zhang Dongmei borrow money from you?"

Tan Shan lowered her head and did not speak. In front of so many testimonies, her sophistry seemed powerless. She knew that she had become the key object of suspicion.

"Now, your classmates have all confessed. We found Qian Jiang's mobile phone and learned about the party you organized tonight. " Song Wen doesn't talk to her anymore. He just points it out.

After hearing this, Tan Shan's hands clasped: "I I didn't... " What she said now was totally groundless and instinctively refuted.

Song Wen didn't talk too much and went straight to the theme: "in the question just now, you lied to us, didn't you?"

The night has become deeper, outside the window has become a dark, more and more people on the street, the noise came up.

At the last stage of the individual interrogation, Song Wen called Tan Shan, who had the most evidence in the previous interrogation. Tan Shan lowered her head and entered the private room, and sat on the stool opposite the three in panic.

at that time, she knew how hypocritical people are. People who smile and say thank you may not like it.Tan Shan ran out of the office door crying with the pile of shredded paper in her arms

Tan Shan didn't want to listen to them any more. She covered her mouth for fear that Zhang Dongmei might hear or see her. Fortunately, the teachers didn't enter the office. They just stayed at the door for a while and left.

"What are you afraid of? You didn't see the new bag that the director's wife changed recently. It's almost her annual salary."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Recently, the academic affairs office has checked again."

"There are also rich students in our class, but they haven't been heard recently. It seems that I'm going to do the next home visit again..."

"Well, Mr. Zhang, you have to make it clear. This is what we should have worked so hard. You see, I opened my mouth and several parents of the students gave me cards... "

"Today's students, I really don't know the suffering of the world. I received a stack of cake rolls on my birthday yesterday. Do you know what my monitor gave me? It's a picture. The pheasant is like a sparrow. I feel ugly when I put it at home. "

Outside, Zhang Dongmei's voice of chatting with others came in.

She didn't cry when she was beaten by Zhang Dongmei, didn't cry when she stayed up late to do her homework, and didn't cry when she didn't do well in the exam. But now, she cried out of breath.

She wanted not to cry, but the tears were out of her control.

Tan Shan felt that what was crushed was not her own painting, but her own heart.

As she cried, Tan Shan picked up the picture from the garbage can. She tried to put the picture together. The more she put it together, the more her hands trembled. The picture was not only torn up, but also rubbed. It was stained with something that looked like tea stains.

But now, the painting she had been painting for a long time has been lying quietly in the garbage can with the waste paper.

At that time, teacher Zhang said thank you to her, said he liked it very much, and then accepted the painting.

She took that picture to Mr. Zhang with her homework yesterday. It was a meticulous picture of flowers and birds. Although the bird painting was not beautiful enough, she used her heart.

In recent weeks, Tan Shan has been drawing for three weeks after she has finished her homework. Some days, she went to bed after a little bit and got up at five in the morning. Her parents love her, but the stubborn Tan Shan still insists on finishing.

Yesterday, it was Miss Zhang's birthday. She prepared a picture for Miss Zhang.

Tan Shan suddenly realized what it was. She trembled and took out the paper.

Tan Shan lowered her head and looked at it carefully. It was only pieces of paper, but it was a little familiar. She could not help squatting down and wrote a wish on the top piece of paper.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly found something in the garbage can.

Tan Shan found teacher Zhang's seat skillfully. Put those thick exercise books on the desk.

Tan Shan to the teacher's office, the teachers seem to go to a meeting, not here.

She often goes to bed late at night and comes to school early in the morning.

As a class representative, she is proud, even though these jobs occupy a lot of her time and make her work harder than other students.

Although Zhang Dongmei often beat and scolded them, her class was really good. Many problems that the teacher couldn't explain clearly, she told them again, and the other teacher would be able to understand them. Therefore, other math teachers often came to consult her, and Zhang Dongmei's class was often rated as the best open class.

However, she still supports Mr. Zhang. She believes that teachers are also for their good.

Zhang Dongmei relies on sea fighting to maintain her class's math performance, which also encroaches on the time of other subjects. Sometimes Zhang Dongmei can't judge her homework by herself and asks Tan Shan to help.

She knows what other teachers think of Zhang Dongmei.

Tan Shan turned her head and went on to the office. She pursed her lips.

Old man Wang sighed. I don't know if the little girl didn't recognize the irony in his words.

~_ ~Jamie Da xs63

"as a class representative, I should help teachers." Tan Shan answers with her homework in her arms.

"Ah, you math, there are so many homework and papers every day, but your hard work is the representative of your class." Old man Wang shook his head when he said this, and his tone was a little helpless. Mr. Zhang's homework was much more famous. Every day, I saw Tan Shan send homework to the office. Sometimes he had to run several times. The math homework was divided into AB books, and sometimes there were exercise books and test papers. Yongyuan put Zhang Dongmei's desk full.

Tan Shan nodded and said, "yes, thank you, Mr. Wang."

On the way, she met her English teacher. The little old man politely leaned over and gave her way: "Tan Shan, you're sending homework to Mr. Zhang again."

Another cluster of fireworks launched continuously, and the sound of fireworks and crowds interrupted their interrogation.Song Wen got up and said, "let's have a rest. The fireworks show will last half an hour. After half an hour, we will continue."

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