Chapter 339: Catch the Criminal with a Pen

Chen Fan didn't rush to dispose of the bodies; instead, he stared at the hanging figures, lost in thought.

Over here, an officer stepped out holding a stack of letters, saying, "These were found upstairs."

Li Tian took them and opened them.

The first letter was from a girl, a nineteen-year-old girl.

A nineteen-year-old girl shouldn't have such troubles.

After reading the letter's contents, one could only feel speechless.

"I'm really a failure, aren't I? At nineteen, I don't even know who I like or love."

That sentence was truly heart-wrenching.

"Perhaps I was always a failure—failed in my studies, failed in school."

"I dated in high school; back then, I thought I had truly gained the person I loved—I was eighteen, and I gave him my virginity."

"He cheated on me and chose someone close to me."

"I broke up with him, entered university, but then I realized I really liked having fun."

"I have so many male contacts on my phone; I know lots of people, but most of them I can't even remember."

"Many people point and whisper—when a girl has many male friends, people always talk, but I don't care."

"But when I travel, I always try to protect myself—I know I'll face danger, and I know what men want—but I love traveling, I love checking in, I love showing off."

"Later, I met someone—he was great, excellent, he talked with me, chatted with me."

"He told me I should strive to live, to protect myself—I promised him I would."

"Later, I slept with someone else, and I told him—he got very angry."

"I treated you like a treasure, yet you were won over by just a few words from someone else."

"I was furious then—what right do you have to scold me?"

"But later we lost contact, we stopped talking, yet I started thinking about him."

"He lived just as before—I thought he'd fall in love, choose someone else, use someone else to get back at me, to make me jealous."

"But he did nothing—just lived quietly."

"Suddenly, I felt like such a failure—why? I know I was wrong, but back then…"

"Sigh, perhaps death is better. I'm sorry—I once lost the person who loved me most."

The letter ended here. Many might think this girl was off.

If you made a mistake, then make it—but if you're wrong, why do you still need others to comfort you?

Isn't this a failure toward the next person? Isn't this a betrayal toward the next person?

After reading it, Chen Fan said blankly: "This is just someone who messed up, wasn't forgiven, and is now wallowing in self-pity."