I was the proctor for the last final exam of the semester. When the exam ended, all 48 students were dead. The police immediately zeroed in on me. But the autopsy results came back: every single student died by suicide. With no other options, I was acquitted. But three years later, a medical student found me: "You killed them, didn't you? I figured out what question you gave them that day." My body trembled uncontrollably— Three years. She finally came. 1 "Fine, I did it." Facing this unexpected guest, I continued chopping meat for today's lunch as if nothing was wrong. I even turned around and greeted her warmly: "Have a seat. You're just in time for lunch. We can talk while we eat." Bella White was a bit surprised by my candor but sat at the table with her legs together, her gaze lingering on my cleaver for a few seconds. Very cautious. Good. After all, I once proctored an exam where no one survived. Although the police couldn't find evidence of my involvement, speculation about me had been rampant in society. There was even a suspense movie based on me that came out of nowhere and won multiple awards. "Many people have come looking for me over the years; you're not the only one." I put the chopped meat into the pot, adjusted the heat, and sat opposite her: "But you're the first to guess that I set a question." Bella suddenly stood up: "So you really did give them a question!" Only then did I realize—she was bluffing. Since that's the case, she probably doesn't know the content of the question either? So I laughed: "Do you think it's possible? One question made 48 students willingly kill themselves?" Bella slowly sat back down. My expression changed: "But I can." "You!" 2 Bella was a medical student. The condition of the bodies in the mass suicide case three years ago was so terrible that her medical school sent many forensic students to assist with the autopsies. Bella was one of them. The gruesome state of those bodies left a deep impression on her. She didn't believe 48 people would commit suicide simultaneously. What kind of person could inhumanely toy with the lives of 48 children? So for three years, she searched through all the information and found that although it was a final exam that day, the exam papers were never seen from beginning to end. She boldly guessed that I had set some question myself. But what question could make 48 children commit collective suicide? Tormented by this question for three years, she finally found me. Unexpectedly, as soon as she bluffed, I admitted it. And I was happy to answer her. "But how is this possible? Those 48 students were wealthy second-generation kids from well-off families, good at socializing, with family and friends. "Some had already received offers from prestigious universities abroad, and some were even engaged! "Every one of them had a boundless future, was optimistic, cheerful, and helpful. They couldn't possibly have suicidal thoughts, nor did any of them have a history of mental illness. How could they kill themselves over one question from you?!" The kitchen timer rang, and I got up to put the seasonings in. The smell of meat filled the room. Bella swallowed imperceptibly. "The meat will be ready soon. Dr. White, try some later. I'm quite good at making this." Bella looked away from the pot, glanced at the cleaver in my hand, and a hint of defensiveness flashed in her eyes: "No thanks. "Let's talk about those kids." I didn't mind, put the lid back on the pot, sat back down, and casually placed the cleaver on the table: "Actually, the answer is obvious. "Dr. White participated in the autopsy back then. Do you remember what the bodies had in common?" Recalling the past, a trace of compassion flashed across Bella's face: "They were all tragic... some mutilated themselves beyond recognition, even confusing the senior medical examiners." Her voice choked up a bit: "I really can't imagine how these pearls in the palm of their parents' hands could be so cruel to themselves." Unlike her sadness, I smiled calmly. Watching the corners of my mouth slowly rise, Bella couldn't take it anymore, slammed the table, and stood up: "Are you even human!" 3 I was dragged up by my collar by her: "That was 48 human lives! 48 children with infinite futures! Each of them had thousands of hours of volunteer service, and some even donated millions to charity funds. How can you laugh when they died like that!" "Really?" My smile turned cold: "Volunteer hours can be hired out or even bought with money. Staging photos isn't difficult either. And the families of these children can easily take out millions for their pocket money. "How can you judge these favored children by the standards that bind ordinary people?" Bella paused while gripping my hand: "What are you saying..." I gently pushed her away: "Let me tell you a story. When the story is finished, our meal will be ready." "I'm not here to listen to your stories." "Oh, it's not a story." I smiled at her: "It's a true experience that happened to me." 4 My husband and I had a daughter. As teachers at this elite school, we tried every means to get our daughter in. Although we knew that with our financial resources, we couldn't compare with the young masters and ladies in the school. But we always fantasized that in this place with concentrated educational resources, our daughter could also have a bright and boundless future. However, her grades dropped instead of rising, and she, who used to love smiling, had a sullen face all day long. I asked her classmates, and everyone said they didn't know anything. Everyone told me they tried to be friends with my daughter, but she was not only unwilling but also insulted them. So they could only stay away. But my daughter, my husband and I taught her to be polite and kind. When she came home disheveled again, I forcibly stripped off her clothes. Even though she had applied a lot of powder to her body, as a medical teacher, how could I not see that she had been violated by more than one person? I called the police, but the surveillance records were wiped, and my daughter remained silent. So I called the students to the office one by one to get information. The result was the school giving me a termination notice. Fortunately, my husband ran around and said all the good things, and finally saved my job. But the school leaders warned me— Not to trouble my students again. Speaking of this, I smiled with red eyes: "I just asked the students what they were doing that day normally. I just wanted to know what happened to my daughter in their class. Why did it become my trouble instead?" Bella clutched the corner of her clothes tightly: "Then you should have transferred her as soon as possible..." I sighed: "I planned to do that too, but the day before the procedures were completed, she died." Bella almost knocked over the cup: "What was the cause of death?" "Don't know." I took a deep breath to suppress the trembling of my body: "The body was taken away by the school immediately, saying she was infected with a severe infectious disease and needed to be destroyed immediately. "Neither my husband nor I could stop them..." Bella pursed her lips. I knew what she wanted to say: "I counseled her an hour before she died. Couldn't I tell if she had an infectious disease? I am an epidemiology teacher..." "Ms. Gu..." Bella didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, she asked carefully: "Do you think they harmed your daughter, so you killed them?" "I don't think so, I have evidence." Bella tensed up. I stared at her: "Do you know how many insane things those positive, optimistic, kind, and promising children in your eyes have done!" Bella's breath trembled: "Can I see the evidence?" "I've already destroyed it." Bella's muscles slowly relaxed again: "Ms. Gu, you can't produce evidence. Based on your one-sided words alone, I can't rationalize your actions." "No need to rationalize." Bella clenched her fists: "But even if what you say is true, they didn't deserve to die!" "Dr. White, you haven't seen the faces of those students. "They look sanctimonious in front of the camera, like the pillars of the country should be, and laugh loudly amidst my daughter's crying and screaming." My eyes gradually turned cold: "They were a group of people who shouldn't have lived, yet they dragged a girl who should have lived into hell alive. "Only a year after my daughter died, when I mentioned her name again, not a single person in the entire class remembered." Bella gritted her teeth: "But that's not right either. The law will judge them; it's not up to you to kill them!" "Who said I killed them?" I smiled: "Didn't you participate in the autopsy? Was any one of them murdered?" Bella paused.
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