I returned home that evening.
I received a call from Brother Liu.
Earlier that day, I had asked him to look into the two people who had killed themselves in detail.
He had done me that favor.
Qu Yan, who had hanged herself, was twenty-six and worked at a factory. She had held her current job for over two years. Before that, she had worked in a restaurant, and her pay had always been low.
Qu Yan also lived paycheck to paycheck. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend, and she had been the one who was dumped. Her social circle was small, too, and she had almost no friends.
She had been diagnosed with severe depression a month earlier and showed physical symptoms, but there was no medication for depression in her home.
That was all the information on Qu Yan, a very ordinary woman.
The other deceased person, He Feilong, was twenty-four, a programmer with a relatively high salary of around eight or nine thousand.
He Feilong had been diagnosed with syphilis six months earlier. By then, it had already reached the intermediate stage.
But he had a good reputation in his social circle. His friends all said he was loyal and did everything his girlfriend wanted. He was not someone who slept around.
But why had he contracted syphilis?
Because of his girlfriend.
His girlfriend had been diagnosed with syphilis a year earlier.
Further investigation had revealed that his girlfriend had a promiscuous private life. She had contracted syphilis elsewhere first, then passed it on to him.
After his syphilis diagnosis, the psychological strain had led to diagnoses of severe depression and anxiety as well. Presumably, he had been unable to see a way out and had killed himself by burning charcoal.
That was all the