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In the afternoon of mid-May 2022, I was discussing a gambling case with the Vice-Supreme Sun, who called the duty room and reported that a man had been reported by the crowd to have been found dead in the grass of 26 units of the jade. Let's pack up and go. There are already a lot of crowds on the far east side of the building, and we've seen our police car coming, and we've been able to get out of the way. Without waiting for the car to stop, I pushed my grandson and I out of the car with each other, and the cordon was followed by a deep dent in the grass, a pale, thin, young face, 120 of which was examined by the doctor with the car and found no signs of life and confirmed death. Me and Sun went on to make an on-site survey, where the dead lay on their backs, their arms were naturally attached to both sides of the body, one leg supported by a shrub, leaving the ground slightly, and other aspects, apart from the haemorrhaging of their ears, seemed more complete. The forensic physician called us to cooperate with the autopsy, saying: “According to the height of the crash, the time of death was about an hour. Although there were no broken arms, legs and no open openings in the abdomen or chest, the deceased was almost pelvis, was too low in fat and water and fell inside the green belt, shrub buffered with softer ground, and the fallen floor should be around 20 floors.”

More than 10 minutes later, we identified the deceased's former residence — 22nd floor of the building, room 2201. It was a group of rentals, and the landlord came to the scene shortly after being informed that we were working with two technicians from the police force to conduct an on-site survey. After entering the door, on the left hand side, the stinking toilet, the oily kitchen, the small, messy living room were crowded together; on the right hand side, five bedrooms were opened from the west to the east and two bedrooms were separated from the east end of the corridor, heading north. Sun took a look at the landlord: "There are only 100 square houses, and you've isolated a lot of rooms."

The landlord scratched his head and pointed to a small room north of the end of the corridor, saying, “He lives in this room.”

The technician was wearing a shoe suit, carrying a camera and a survey light, and moving his leg to his room and saying, “This is so messy that there are no underground feet.” The grandson pointed at the plank bed outside the door and said, “This guy is so pathetic that he has a blanket on the bed, without a mat or mattress.”

I looked around the corner of the room, and there was a large amount of used toilet paper piled up on a simple long table next to the bed, under which there was a small black bag with several unsealed delivery boxes all over it. I had the technicians pull out the black bag, flip out an ID in the bag and match the information with the victim downstairs — Pansing, male, 27 years old, S provincial. At the end of the survey, no signs of his murder were found, and we initially concluded that he had jumped to suicide, but no will was found, so the reason for the jump was not known. The technician pointed at a bunch of delivery boxes on the table and said, “The addresses on these couriers are here and the telephones are the same, but the consignee's name is Yuan Ming.”

However, it is normal to collect couriers under false names, and neither we nor the head of the criminal police force is concerned. At that time, my cell phone was ringing, and there was an alarm that the car from the funeral home had arrived, and we had to go over there and confirm that I went downstairs with Sun. We took the body to the car and we went to the funeral home. After the forensic physician took the sample, the body was placed in Refrigerator No. 6. Two.

Returning to the police station around 5 p.m. We found out that his parents and a brother-in-law were living in our jurisdiction. So I called the deceased brother, Panyang. When I told Pan Xing that something had happened, he seemed impatient and said, "What's wrong with him?" Having learned that Panyang was on a business trip to X County more than 100 kilometres away, I did not directly pick up Pan Xing's fall and asked his wife, Zhang Zhou, to come and deal with it on the grounds that it was “inconvenient on the phone”. About half an hour later, Zhang Ru came to the police station. She was tall, she was wearing a half-long light-colored coat, white-skinned, a scratched ponytail, and a little bit of restraint and anxiety in her long eyes. When I introduced myself, I told her, "This afternoon, Pan Xing died."

Zhang Ru looked at me, staring at me, and then came back, shouting, "I knew, I knew, sooner or later, I knew."

I reassured her not to get too excited, and she kept screaming: "I'm not excited, I'm not excited, I'm not excited, I know it's only a matter of time."

When I finished the investigation, she said, "I knew, I knew..." Then I saw her pull out her phone and ready to call. I'm going to start by saying, "Who are you going to call?"

“Call who else, call Panyang, and let him die!” Zhang Ru is a bit over his head. I quickly stopped: “Better not just say that his brother is dead, that he's fighting someone else, that he's been arrested at the police station, that your husband is safe on the road, that he is in no hurry, that he will return as soon as possible.”

Zhang Zhou's mouth says, “I know, I know”, and as soon as she tried to get through the phone, she yelled again at the trigger: “You're dead, you're dead, your brother's dead!” And then she hangs up. Sun heard something here. He ran over and we'd have peace. Zhang Zhou's cell phone rang several times during the period, and she was cut off every time. We asked her to sit in the reception area next to her and to pour her a glass of water, and she sat on the chair and said nothing. When she's feeling better, we'll get to know her about Pansing's family. Zhang Ruu said that Pan Xing's parents were alive, that they went to work when they needed money, that they had money, that they had fun, that they looked after themselves, that they were in good health. Sun asked her if her in-laws lived here and Zhang smiled, and said, "His brother's here is enough for me, and if they live here, I'm going crazy!"

When Zhang Ruo spoke of his wife-in-law, I felt that it might not be easy behind Pan-Sung's fall, and gave his grandson an eye for him to open the law enforcement recorder, which he would like. I'm going to ask Zhang Ru, "Do you know Pan Xing?"

Zhang Zhou's chest was up and down, and he said, "He's a psycho, his family is a psycho!"

When Zhang Ru was so unstable, Sun came up and tried to ease the atmosphere: “Take it easy, things have happened, and we need to know what's going on, for example, if you say he's a psycho and he went to the hospital before he died? Have you diagnosed with mental illness?”

Zhang Zhu bit his lips and suddenly raised his voice and said, “If they took him to the hospital earlier, there would be nothing today. The whole family has a problem, looking for the one who jumps, he's crazy!"

In the ensuing inquiry, we learned that, as early as spring 2022, Zhang Ru, who had gone home with his husband, had discovered something wrong with his uncle-in-law, who had never worn underwear. Zhang Zhou, who is in violation of her sister-in-law ' s status, has asked her husband to say " Pan Xing " and has bought a couple of panties for her uncle. Later, Pan Xing was wearing underwear, but a pair of panties could be worn for 10 days. As a result, Zhang Zhou called on her husband to take care of her, and Panyang considered her wife to be making a fuss. And then Zhang said to her husband, "What'll you do?"

And Panyang said, "He just doesn't have to do this, and he can't find anyone."

The in-laws are even more amazing: "To buy him a wife."

Zhang Zhou then found his brother-in-law shitting three times by the toilet and then caught him in the toilet with paper. She thinks she's a sister-in-law. She can't stand by. After that, Zhang Zhou advised the in-laws and husbands to take Pan Xing to the hospital, and who knew that the answer was that Pan Xing was simply "ghost-fighting" and "smuggling" to exorcise him. The point is, Pansing's parents really invited a madman to exorcise his little son. After that, in April 2022, Pan Xing appeared suddenly at Zhang Ru's door, shouting to work here. "I lost my whole body! Officer, do you think we can take care of it? He's a psycho. He can't work anywhere. He has to come to me."

Although Zhang Ru has repeatedly asked her husband to send Pan Xing back, Panyang is a “soft and filial” person who cannot make several calls from his mother-in-law. Zhang Ru was helpless, but he did not want to leave behind a name that he had never said. When Pan Xing first arrived, he was in a better position than he was at spring. In less than a week, however, the situation resumed and intensified. He always peed outside the toilet, and Zhang Zhou and Panyang taught him a lesson, and he looked at them with his eyes on his back, and he showed a strange smile and raised Zhang Zhou's back. After that, Zhang Rukoh rented a separate house for Pan Xing outside. In the middle of the "51st" holiday, he offered to come to see Zhang's brother-in-law's life, if he's in a mess, he'll be blamed by his father-in-law. – In any event, Pan Xing turned the room into a dump, despite Zhang Zhou’s repeated claims to the landlord and his offer to clean it up, the landlord refused to renew the lease. “After his parents left, me and his brother were going to find him a new house, and he did not say that their company had a staff dormitory on the side of the rental apartment, and he moved directly there. I thought it would be better, after all, if someone could look at him, than if someone lived out there.” Zhang Zhou drank and went on to say. Sun Do, "Are you sure he's lived in an apartment?"

Zhang Ru put down the paper cup and said, "Yes, I sent him with his brother."

"How are the accommodations there?"

"Only to the door of the dorm, without going in, and without seeing what's inside."

"Why didn't you go in?"

“At the door, he turned over his pocket and said that the key had been lost and that he could not enter it, saying that he would recreate the key once his colleagues in the dormitory had returned. Then he waited at the door of the dormitory, and I was going to see what he was missing and take him to buy it, but his brother had a problem and we left first.”

However, according to our investigation, Pan Xing did not live in Zhang Zhou's apartment, where he only rented 26 2201 rooms of the White Jade Pale, in addition to the house he had previously rented from his brother-in-law, where he was also the victim. We told Zhang Zhou about this, and she started with an incredible face and said, "No wonder, we went to him several times and couldn't find it, called him and said he was staying at the entertainment side. Turns out, he's always lived in White Jade."

As we were preparing to continue our questioning, Panyang came to the police station. Panyang gave me the first impression of being “pretty”, and it would be hard to imagine Pan Xing and his brother from a mother's womb if he had not already verified his identity. The shape of the two bodies is almost different: Pan-Sung is a lean triangular face, with Pan-yang's face in an elliptical shape; Pan-Sung is a stand-up, with long limbs and long fingernails, and Pan-Yang is dressed as an elite, from head to to toe, and looks like a very successful man. As soon as I saw Panyang, Zhang Zhou went and shouted, "When I asked your father and mother to take him back home, or not to listen."

Panyang's face is blue, and whatever his wife says, it doesn't squeak. Zhang Zhou please calm down. When Zhang Ru stopped yelling, Panyang asked, "What's going on? It's Pan Xing...

Without waiting for Panyang to finish, Zhang Zhou couldn't help but shout at him, "The police will make a mistake! It's a matter of life!"

Pan Yang's eyebrow was locked, and after a while of silence, he said, "How is it possible? I talked to him on the phone the other day. What do I tell my family?" Said he pulled out his cell phone and was going to call his parents far from home. In his communication, Panyang also deliberately concealed his brother's fall and finally said, “You both come and fly.”

After hanging up the phone, Panyang offered to go to the funeral home to see the body. But as soon as we looked at the watch, the funeral home was already off duty and we couldn't bring him there immediately. It's still hard for Panyang to accept, and ask, "What if something goes wrong?"

We confirmed to him once again the identity of his brother, who stopped talking. At this point, Zhang Ruu suddenly asked, "Your father and your mother, will you come tomorrow?"

He was asked by his wife, "I'll buy a ticket. I'll definitely come." He said, "Will you leave the police station?" Sun added: “If your parents arrive, get to the police station and we'll take care of the rest.”

Panyang promised to leave the door, Zhang Rue followed him and gambled, saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes!

The next night, at more than 9 p.m., the office called and informed me that Pan Xing ' s family had come and asked to see the body. I asked the police officer to give the call to Panyang and again to tell him that it was too late to see it. Just as I explained, there was an argument over the phone. After a while, the voice of a middle-aged man came through the microphone — the father of Panyang. Old Pan was a little excited to ask me, "Can't I have a look without my son?"

I explained to him that it had finally been agreed that the next morning, at 9 a.m., as soon as the funeral home opened, I would go with them to see the body. The next morning, at 8 a.m., at the entrance to the police station, I saw Panyang and two elderly men and women waiting in the reception room. I parked, straight to the reception room. When you see old Pan, you don't have to check his identity to make sure he's Pan Xing's father, because he's almost identical, but he looks much more spiritual than Pan Xing. She looks like Panyang, but not like her. When I got in touch with the funeral home, Sun and I took them with us. The procedures were processed in the office and a staff member accompanied us to the morgue. Staff members pulled out freezer No. 6, opened the body bag and Pansing lay naked in the drawer. Panyang and Old Pan looked at each other with a very heavy look, and Pam remained in a more distant position, silently staring at drawer 6. Me and Sun don't know how to comfort them, so we'll be quiet together. After the family had identified the body, the staff member pulled the body bag and pushed the drawer in. After leaving the funeral home, Panyang and his parents remained silent. And We left them and their grandchildren a buffer, and asked them without following them. Back at the police station, Pan asked, "How did a man die?"

Sun informed them about the investigation. "Is it an accident?"

“It is not an accident if it is finally determined that he jumped to suicide.”

"What are we going to do?"

“When the final results are available, we'll have a death certificate and you can go to the funeral home and cremate.

"When can I get proof?"

"I'm going to get in touch and see what happens."

"We're far away. Can we do this as soon as possible? I'm waiting to go back."

"We'll be there as soon as we can."

As Sun went to follow up on the investigation, I routinely asked Ban's family if Pan Xing had any debt disputes, emotional disputes, etc., which they all denied and stressed that Pan Xing had always been well. And when I asked Pan Xing whether he had any disease, they denied it. Until it comes to the state of Pan Xing's mental state, Pan Ying's eyes began to shiver, and old Pan looked at me with a smart face and repeatedly stressed: “Pan Xing is a child who has not grown up and may not be mature enough to expect this.”

I tried to ask, "Where is he not mature? Is there something that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

When you hear my questions, old Pan looks up and looks up like he's searching for something in memory. Come on, he looked me in the eye and said, "We didn't see anything wrong with him, but he felt like a child."

When I tried to continue my inquiries on this issue, the three began to show impatience, repeatedly saying that “people are gone, they do not want to talk about it”, and constantly urging us to get the proof ready as soon as possible. It was not very cooperative to see them, and in order not to stimulate them directly, I did not intend to go too far before the results of the investigation, and I did not continue to ask. Soon after noon, Pan became more and more anxious, again urging: “Or else, you can just give me a ‘unforeseen death’ certificate, and let's just go back to work.”

Sun immediately said, "What kind of work is that? People's lives are at stake, and we have to find out, and we can't let your son die like this.

At around 3 p.m., the results of the investigation were finally available. When we briefed them, Pan and Panyang sat in their chairs, silently and seemed to have accepted the reality before them, and Mother Pan remained idle and silent. In the absence of any disagreement among the families, we immediately held a collective briefing. In response to the death of Pan Xing, it was decided not to open the case, taking into account all the circumstances of the investigation and finding it to be an irregular death. 5

It is clear that the evidence is complete and that, as in many past cases of irregular death, there is nothing to question. It was over when it became clear from the performance of the three Pans that both I and Sun had thought that they would have a death certificate to help them sort out what happened. That afternoon, Sun handed his death certificate to Pan, saying, "Proved it, in two sets, with a suture stamp in the middle, you sign it and take one with you, the other we're in the box, and you're sad."

Old Pan sat on his chair and took a look at the death certificate and pointed to the last line of “causes of death” and said, “What does this `unusual death' mean?”

Sun explained that: “In accordance with the provisions of the Provincial Public Security Department concerning the handling of cases of unusual death, this means that, in addition to natural death due to physical health, it is necessary for us to identify the circumstances of death”.

Pan Yang answered, “What circumstances are abnormal deaths?”

“is that he is in good health because he dies as a result of an accident or an emergency.”

"And what is Pan Xing's death?"

“According to the results of the investigation, the situation is sudden.”

Speaking of which, Pan suddenly stood up, looking at me and his grandson, asking, "Can you help me turn it into an "unplanned death?"

Sun was so busy shaking his head, he said, "It's hard to write. He himself jumped to suicide. How can he just say it was an accident?"

Old Pan's face was pulled down, and he had a long, thin face. And I said, "Why did you change it to an accident?"

"It's not hard to tell when you're back home and people ask you how to die. If we say jump, don't you hit yourself in the face? If it's an accident, it'll explain."

I look at the three members of this family and I wonder, "Do you need to tell anyone else about Pan Xing's death?"

Panyang looked at his mother and I didn't know what to say. And all of a sudden, Pan says, "It's not like we can't talk, we'll go back, and you'll be "unfortunate." People are dead, and we're done."

“Not that. We all follow the laws and regulations. Accidents are accidents, surprises are surprises, and we take your feelings into account, and we do not clearly say suicides by jumping from a building, but it cannot be written as "unforeseen death."

At this point, Panyang suddenly began to question: "Are you sure you got it? My brother would never jump off a building and kill himself unless he accidentally slipped."

In the face of the doubt, Sun took out the file while turning it over, pointing to the trace taken to explain: “You see, the handprints on these windows, one on the side of the window frame, one on the top of the window frame and one on the side of the window open, which were carried by two hands with the window frame, and the two footprints on the side fence inside the window were clear, and all the traces were clear, indicating that the victim was acting in a clean manner, that there was no hesitation, that the window frame was on the fence, and that he jumped directly.”

Panyang looked at the picture with seriousness, and he didn't give up, and he said, "Would he want to wipe the window and accidentally fall?"

“In addition to these handprints and footprints, the rest of the entire window was grey and dirty, and no rags, tools were found at the scene to wipe the window, and there was no evidence that he intended to do so.”

I don't know.

So, that afternoon, around whether Pan Xing was a “suicide” or an “accident”, Ban's family spoke to me and Sun for two hours. We assume that they may have bought personal accident insurance, but there is no conclusive evidence, and that as long as this is not suspected of a criminal offence, it is outside the jurisdiction of the public security organs. Pangyang said, "You have no taste in humans. Look for yourselves, poor old man. Why is it so difficult for people to do something?"

"I don't care if you don't change, I won't sign."

I've had a hard time hearing these words, and my grandson's a little out of control. But the Sun kept his word as restrained as much as possible: “It is not the people who are trying hard, it is you who have made unlawful demands, and we cannot prove illegal”.

So I went out with Sun for a while, and I let each other slow down. Upon completion of our work at the station, we returned to the police station and colleagues said that the three Pans had left early. I was thinking, well, maybe in a few days, that they would have figured it out, and it would have ended naturally. Six.

About two or three days later, the Pans and their sons returned to the police station, each with a dark face. When we met, Panyang asked us out loud:

"I've been to the scene, and there are so many people living there. Do you have any idea who you are?"

"Do you now rely on this evidence alone to prove that he committed suicide?"

"What if he's mentally controlled?"

"He's dead, dead, dead!"

In the face of this charade, we can only respond in one by one. During this period, Pan also gave his eldest son a voice of dissatisfaction or continued to sell. It is indeed a great tragedy for the white-haired to send black-haired men, and we are deeply sympathetic to them, but their father and son behaved like a play, and the attempt to change the death of Pan to an “unforeseen” is very hard to feel. We had previously found that Pan Xing had been living alone in a rental room for more than 10 days before jumping out of the building, that he had found no sign of suspicious persons' activity in his bedroom, that there were no signs of fighting, and that he was living in a world where he lived, apart from selling and buying on the Internet, and in contact with Panyang, as if he was living in a world-wide place. - Roommates don't bother him. He doesn't care about the world outside the bedroom. But it was unexpected that Panyang was saying that it raised a rather unexpected question: “Unusual death, which legally refers to an accident or a sudden death, is now characterized as an `accident', but it is not clear why he is `accidental'. How can we recognize it?”

Having listened to that, I am appalled and happy. In two or three days' time, he had learned to “bite” the law and regulations, which showed that he had done a lot of work. I think, since you've done your homework, we might be more efficient in communicating. So I said to Panyang, “It would be best if we could find out why the deceased chose to be light. But sometimes it's hard to find out, but that doesn't affect the determination of `unnormal death', do you understand?"

Panyang hesitated and said, "You speak, I understand. But I just don't understand why he jumped."

“But your brother did not leave a will. If there is, maybe we know. Or do you know it?"

Panyang is in a hurry to argue: “How do we know? No, no, no. Even if he's not mentally controlled, did he take any hallucinogens, causing a mental disorder, which led to an accidental fall, and did you have any biochemical tests?"

“The results of the forensic medical examination were normal and no information was found.”

Panyang bowed to his head, after a while, and said, “We are asking for the blood of the heart bag, the gastric solution, and for a poison test.”

As a civilian police officer in a non-forensic police station, when Panyang made these requests, I was honest and I had no idea what to do but to call the technical room for guidance. The forensic physician replied: “The blood of the heart bag, the stomach solution, need an autopsy. There is no need in his case, and the nature of the death is clear and not a criminal case. In principle, we cannot dissect."

I told my father and son about the technical room, but they did not agree at all. Panyang said, "You don't want to go, there's a problem."

Old Pan says, "We're outsiders, we're outsiders!

I really didn't want to have any more problems with their father and their son, so I contacted the technical room again and asked them to come to the funeral home and make it clear in person. In the meantime, the technical room was able to send only one forensic physician to the funeral home for the second time with me and my grandson. In the funeral home business hall, we went to the freezer 6 to collect the body. Sun opened the cabinet and pulled out the drawer, and Pan's body was frozen as an “icing sculpture”. My grandson and I are not allowed to talk. Once again, the forensic physician persuaded the Pan father and son that there was no need for an autopsy and hoped that their concerns would be dispelled, but they remained determined to demand the extraction of the blood and stomach solution. The forensic physician stated that an autopsy had to be performed if it were to be extracted, that it was not a criminal case and that the public security organs could not do it, and that they needed to hire themselves a third-party body with an autopsy qualification, such as a forensic institute. He was dissatisfied with the forensic doctor's explanation: “I disagree with the autopsy of my son's body, and we don't take the blood out of the heartbag, so we can extract the internal solution from the stomach, so you can put a tube in your throat, just like a gastric lens, reach into your stomach and suck it out.”

The forensic physician was also busy explaining: “This cannot be done, after death, with closed throats, which, if reached through a pipe, would destroy the esophagus, which is not in accordance with the requirements of the autopsy.”

Pan Yin thought a little bit, and said, "Well, then you'll just have to open your stomach, take it out and sew it up. It doesn't need a big autopsy."

The forensic physician repeatedly stated that the idea did not work and persuaded them to consider the autopsy carefully. As I couldn't see it, Pan suddenly made a big move: “If you won't pick it up, I'll call the mayor's hotline and let them ask you to do it.”

The old Pan's voice just fell, and Panyang added, "Don't worry about old people. My dad just wants to know what my brother ate before he died, and you take it out. Besides, we asked you to do it. We're in trouble. We're responsible. Now, how can it be so difficult for people to do something?"

"I'd like to help you, too, but I can't do it, according to our autopsy and autopsy regulations." The forensic physician refused to engage them any longer and was about to leave the funeral home. If you don't do it, you can't stop, you can't tell me, and we can't explain to my mother, and I won't stop!

And finally, at the funeral home, everyone was not happy. 7

Two days later, Sun contacted Panyang and urged him to proceed to the police station as soon as possible to obtain a death certificate. On the phone, Panyang did not make any statement, but simply offered to do so. Two more days, and they didn't come to the process. After having spoken with Sun, I called again and asked them to come and stressed: “Your brother died abnormally, we were sent to the funeral home, and could not cremate without a death certificate issued by the public security authorities and could not do anything later”.

But no matter what we say, Panyang simply says, "Okay, I know."

Left and right, half a month after his death, his family never showed up again. My grandson and I felt that we could not keep this up. We had to get the dead to the ground early. That afternoon, we went to Panyang's house, which was a nice little neighborhood. When we knocked on the door, Zhang Ru was alone. She came to see us and seemed surprised: "What are you doing here? Isn't my husband at the police station?"

I said to Sun and I, "No, I called your husband several times to get his death certificate, and he never went, so we came in today."

Zhang Ru is also confused: “My husband says your police station doesn't have proof, he says he's waiting for the leader to sign.”

“The fact that no matter, the investigation is over proves that we can open at any time, and the point is that your family has to agree, sign, and there is no need for a leader to sign.” Sun explained. You lied to me that you wouldn't give me proof, that you'd have to watch you every day.”

"We'd like them to come and stare." Me and Sun laughed. Come on, Zhang Yu welcomed us into the house. We're sitting in a bright living room, and we're looking at modern, simplistic clothes, and furniture and electricity are brand-named, and we're looking at it, and we're having a sense of quality. We gave Zhang Zhou a detailed account of the circumstances and, in the ensuing inquiry, Zhang Zhou informed her of what she had learned and told her. It is only then that we know that much of Panyang's brother-in-law's “controlled command” in his home — mother-in-law is very dependent on her, and Pan is afraid of his wife, and Pan-Yang is only on his parents' orders — so that a formula is formed for “mother-in-law, father-in-law, son-in-law, and son-in-law”. The Pan family not only tore us apart, but also consulted lawyers, made various phone calls, sought out the faults of the public security, building, developers and even landlords, and recorded the whole thing. Upon completion of the collection, Panyang sent the tape to his uncle, who made a daily telephone call to inform him of his intentions, including the extraction of a stomach solution and the transfer of money to them, and instructed them not to think about going back there and to have a good time, “Only when we can find out, we can find the head”. Anyway, in the words of his uncle, "A man cannot die in vain."

“They've been in my house all day, my mother-in-law crying all day, making it hard to live and work, and I'm so tired. You jumped on your own. What do you want? It's not like you're being forced to die."

We are also curious about the reasons behind this, and continue to ask about Pan Xing's life. “Pan Xing was as normal as he was in New Year's, and I told his parents to take him back home, but Pan Xing refused to go back, his father pulled him, he ran, my husband went after him, he came back, he was on the ground, he was well crouched, and suddenly he went to the balcony, which was the feeling of jumping off the stairs. But I had a window. I saw a window. He got down again. We locked him up at home, he didn't sleep all night."

I asked Zhang Ru: "Well, since you all knew about him, you also offered to take him back to your home, even though you didn't bring him back, was he so big that no one cared about him?"

Zhang Ru was in a hurry and replied, "What the hell, Officer! I've been so busy with my husband for years, I can't even ask for a child, his parents don't care. To say responsibility, I think his parents are most responsible. I told them to bring Pan Xing back anyway. You know what the fuck he said? She said, "He grew up and he had his freedom. 'I'm thinking about this, I'm talking about freedom, I want to break my legs, how can I leave him outside? If I had brought it back, I'd have been able to keep it at home. They secretly returned his phone and ID to him.

Having listened to this statement, I feel so depressed that I can live with a human life that is so young, but where is this going to happen when the family is more responsible? But that's what happened. Everything can't be remedied. Zhang Rue said that during this time, Pan had approached several law firms, but without a lawyer willing to take over, it was said that such “kills” would have been well investigated and that it would not have been possible to leave the diamonds available. However, Panyang ' s uncles remained reluctant to give up and directed them to continue questioning the public order from the point of view of whether they had eaten toxic foods and drank out-of-date drinks, and to continue to complain to the Construction Agency about problems in inspecting the receiving and inspection chain, informing the developers of security risks at the top guard posts and harassing the landlord on the grounds that no window protection had been installed. On these questions, let us not say that Zhang Zhou himself has a clear answer: “If he eats something toxic, he eats it himself, and no one feed him. Even if we had an expired drink, would it kill us? Even if he was poisoned, he died in bed. Why jump? Is it illegal for the landlord not to install windows? This fence also meets national standards. They don't think about it every day, and they do everything they suspect.”

When Zhang Ru was able to communicate with Zhang, I asked a question I knew but could not say: “If we can't find a breakthrough and the facts are in front of us, why are they still struggling? Didn't they want Pan Xing to be buried early?"

“They either struggle or feel they can't die for nothing. It was all his uncle's idea to have them messing with you, either because someone was responsible, or because it was written as an "accident" or if you didn't admit that you had died in an irregular manner, you asked to continue the investigation.”

And I asked, "Why do they have to change the death certificate to "unexpected death"?

"I don't know, but I wonder if they bought insurance."

Zhang Zhou's suspicions coincided with us, and Sun asked: “Is it a prerequisite to buy insurance?”

“It was mentioned earlier. I did it out of good will, I said it, and I thought I'd have a little security. But then nobody said anything about it. I don't know. Many things, they hide from me, hide from me and lie to me.”

That afternoon, after consultations, we agreed with Zhang Zhou to ask her to break through Panyang and, in any event, to urge the old Pan family to come to the premises as soon as possible to obtain a death certificate so that Pan Xing could soon enter the land. At the same time, in exchange, we promised to help her resolve her two concerns: that she feared that the in-laws would take the remains of the deceased to her house — that was her wedding room, where she would be taking the children and sit on the moon — and that we would be asked to help transport Pan-sung's ashes, and that she would be afraid to leave in her own car. 8

Two days later, four members of the Pan family came to the police station. As agreed, we cannot disclose what Zhang Zhou has told us, and for that reason I and Sun have consulted in advance and have decided to start with what we have been investigating, with the focus on changing the mindset of the Pan family and voluntarily signing death certificates. In the reception hall, Panyang had raised many questions, including whether he had been drinking out of time, whether he had been poisoned, what he was responsible for, what he was responsible for, whether he was responsible for building the building or not. And We and the Sun had a plan, and he had always explained it. After all the questions were answered, I deliberately asked, “What are the aspects of Pan Xing that did not grow up before?

As I was sure, Panyang began to shine again, and I looked to Old Pan. When we looked at each other, he looked up at the top, and later looked at my eyes and said, "Did he have anything to do with this?

“Of course it does. Since you have to figure out why Pan Xing jumped, it does.”

“It's your public order to find out why he jumped. How did he die?

“We have given you a very comprehensive statement. You have called the Mayor's Hotline many times, and we have explained to you, again and again, what else you want?"

"We just want to know how he died, that's all."

"He jumped and committed suicide."

“No way, he's not going to jump off a building if he's not mature. Don't I know about my son? You must have made a mistake..."

Just as Pan sat on his chair and his hands were shaking and his eyes were moving fast, Panyang suddenly asked, "Now, you've got a clear picture of what happened to him in May, but what happened before the '51'? What about at work? Has he been bullied? Have you checked?"

Listening to him, I'm a little overstretched, and I'm like, "Do we have to keep track of him when he was born, according to your logic?"

Old Pan stood up from the chair and pointed at me and said, "What do you mean? Are you cops amazing? You're not good enough to work on a case.

Let's get to the roundabout and get to Pan with the file. I held my stomach and my ass on a chair in the corner, far away from them. I don't know, Pan lifted up his arms and turned the case file in his hand and shouted, "You can't find it, I can't admit it. I can't let my son die in vain!"

I couldn't help but hear him say that. In the first instance, when you tried to get us to produce a certificate of “unforeseen death”, Sun said, “You can't let your son die for no reason, find out”. Now, you don't admit it and say, “You can't let your son die in vain”. I know what he meant, and I feel relieved. In the end, they were sent away after constant persuasion. Before I left, I pulled Zhang Ru's sleeve and told her to take it easy. In order to get the Pan family to speak up, I and Sun went to visit the unit that Pan was working before he was born, with several scouts on the surveillance video. A few days later, it became clear to us that, since Pansung came here, apart from his first job, he had worked in three enterprises, mostly on a few days' shift, and that he had been paid by the day. In a survey of many employees in several businesses, they all had the strange first reaction in common: "Who is Pan Xing?" When we showed them a picture of Pan Xing's life, they were surprised to say, "Isn't he Won-ming? The one whose brain is out of his mind?"

Turns out, in a few companies, Pan Xing always calls himself Yuan Ming. He's "Pan Xing," and he's very angry to say, "I'm not Pan Xing, I'm Yuan Ming!"

We expect that the child may no longer identify with her. Why is there such a big difference in the course of life between two two or three-year-old brothers? Panyang has a house, a car, a stable job and a decent face. And Pan-sung, who wears “some more” on the Internet, goes to work for a few days without money, is living in rental housing, spending on average a dozen dollars a day, like a beggar. If Pan Xing really has a mental or psychological problem, be it natural or natural, it is his parents' responsibility to come to this point. Also son, compared to Panyang, Pan Xing seems to have been exiled, both mentally and materially, and, worse still, his parents have found a reason to be comfortable with himself — “He has his freedom”. 9

Zhang Ru can no longer endure such an tumultuous life, and she blackmails Panyang with her divorce, forcing Panyang to do her ideological work and to close Pan Xing's story as soon as possible. After the additional survey, we once again gave the Pan family a full and comprehensive picture of all the work and life trajectories of Pan Xing since he came here. Panyang and his parents no longer raised any other objections, but remained reluctant to sign the death certificate and always said, “We cannot accept it”. And I said, "How can you accept?"

Panyang said: “On the basis of your evidence, even if Pan Xing jumped himself, why did he commit suicide?

Why did he jump? Do you have nothing in mind? What do you mean, "Don't let him die for nothing"? How can you die for nothing? I can't say it because I promised Zhang Ru to keep her secret. So, I have to keep on the fire and be patient: "Why did he jump out of the building, we'd like to know, but even if it's not clear, it's clear to you. You've always said that he was normal before he died, and whatever we ask, you say, "He's not very mature." What's going on? Why do you have to change it to "unexpected death"?

Panyang and his parents still did not answer my questions in a positive manner and, in a hurry, Pan jumped up and threatened to visit the Government, sit down and block the door. I can't tell you the truth. It's a shame to start with. I laughed in my heart, but in order to prevent the tension from spreading unnecessarily, I tempered my tone by saying, “You don't get excited, like your family did, we usually end up in a few days. But you have too many questions and too many ideas, many of which are unnecessary. In order to give you a satisfactory outcome, this time about Pansing, we are investigating as much as a murder case, and many that do not need to be investigated.”

Speaking of which, I opened up the investigation of those companies and put it in front of Pam, pointing to her notes, and said, "What do you think of your son? He doesn't even admit his name is "Pan Xing." Is there no responsibility for your parents?"

As I was talking, Sun couldn't help but stand up and sounded bigger than old Pan, stretching out two fingers than scratching, and shouted, "Twenty days, 20 days, and I've been paying attention to you since you were white-haired men, and now you're in pain of losing your children. All the evidence is in front of you, from your son's arrival here, even the video of pissing on the side of the road. Do you still do it? What is it you want?”

Sun went out with his arms straight, pointed in the direction of the funeral home, and had a total breakdown, and I got up and took him to sit down. When he waved, he said, "How old is your son?" In his early 20s, his soul is now frozen in the freezer of the funeral home, as you can see. Can you afford your children? We Chinese, why don't we just go back to China? What do you think of Pan Ying? You have another son! Don't you think about it?"

The sound of the word, the sound of the “whoa” made Pan cry and Pan and Panyang look red and want to argue, but have nothing to say. After a while, Pam started crying, and she said, "Do you have anything to say?"

The Pans don't answer. I said, "If you had no objection, we'd have opened the death certificate, and you'd have done it sooner."

After she had made her tears, noded her head, and three people signed the death certificate, Zhang looked at me with their eyes, and I understood her thoughts and offered to keep Pan Xing's remains in the police station until cremation, together with his ashes, was arranged for the car to be taken to the train station. Then, as promised, we sent the ashes of Pan Xing and the family of the old Pans. (The name of the person, the location is all aliases)

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