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Irish and Jay still couldn\'t figure out what this design represented, so Irish reached out and took over the small piece of paper, and a line of words written in red ink heaved insight.

"He flooded the city of God and punished all men with his wings. I am guilty, so I am willing to go with him," Jay read it. But as soon as he finished, Jay turned to Irish with confused eyes and asked, "Why did this sentence appear again?"

After hearing that, Irish also tried to recall it and felt that it sounded familiar. A moment later, she finally remembered that she had seen this sentence before and that the criminal had curved it, but Irish only paid great attention to the graffiti at that time and only took a glimpse at this sentence.

"Why is this happening? Did these two people know each other before?" Irish couldn\'t help but furrow her eyebrows.

The legal examiner finally stood up and shook his head. "It\'s so weird. It doesn\'t look like suicide, but I can\'t find other evidence to prove it is a homicide."

Irish stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the victim.

The legal examiner didn\'t know what Irish was going to do but only stood there with great astonishment. Obviously, he must be startled by Irish\'s braveness since most of the girls would like to try to avoid such a scene because they may feel sick. However, unlike other girls, Irish acted so abnormally.

Irish looked up and gave the examiner a sign not to interrupt her.

The victim\'s face was pale, as if he was a paper man with his eyes open. And his neck was badly mutilated, and his clothes, as well as the ground, were covered with dry blood. Irish gazed at him for a long time and felt so weird. His eyes were fixed on the direction. Seeing this, Irish looked down at his eyes and found that he stared at the line of words before he died.

Soon the policemen found out the victim\'s identity.

His name was Albinson from Minnesota who has worked at a Network technology company. He lost his parents in his childhood and broke up with his girlfriend two months ago. Albinson was an introverted man and never got in touch with his neighbors.

It seemed that he was an ordinary office worker before his death and had nothing to do with the criminal who made suicide. But why did both of them write the same sentence before their death, and there was even the same graffiti? Irish and Jay couldn\'t figure it out. Irish drew her eyes back and gazed at Albinson\'s eyes again, which looked so peaceful. Irish squinted, looked at his mouth, and then said abruptly. "He is smiling."

Shocked, Jay hastily squatted down.

"Look, his lips curved in a smile." Irish finally found out why she felt so weird.

Staring at him for a while, Jay was also aware of that.

"But why was he still smiling before death?" Jay asked confusedly

Irish kept silent and didn\'t reply to Jay. She looked carefully at the ropes over Albinson\'s body and then looked around. "I think that he killed himself," Irish muttered in a low voice.

"Why?" Jay was startled by Irish\'s words.

"There is no sign of fighting in the room which means that he stayed alone here until he died. Through the words of his neighbors as well as his job, it is not difficult to know that he is not a man good at getting along with others. He always lived alone, but there were no consoles, televisions, or books to kiss his free time, which indicates that he lived a boring life. But what could he do after work every day?" Irish analyzed and then pointed at the wall and continued, "The only thing he could do is write graffiti. I am not sure if he is really interested in it, but it is so strange that he writes graffiti to kiss the time every night. The light is dim in this room, and people may feel uncomfortable in such a dreary environment. And most people couldn\'t bear such dim light. What\'s more, we could see the ropes over his body. He could wrap himself easily, and the knot was right at his wrist. His eyes were peaceful with a smile, and it is easy to tell that death is actually a relief to him."

The legal examiner nodded slightly, pointed at the victim\'s neck, and said, "But I can\'t understand why there is a wound on his neck."

"I think he cut his neck with a knife and then wrapped himself," Irish answered calmly.

They all stared at Irish with great astonishment.

"He enjoyed the process of death," explained Irish.

"But why did he wrap himself with ropes?" Taking a look at the wall, Irish heaved a sign and said, "Through his mental state and living environment, I guess that he felt that he is guilty, so he decided to kill himself. And during the process of his death, he may think that he can wash away his sins as long as he drains his blood."

Saying this, something suddenly occurred to Irish, but soon it vanished, and she failed to catch it.

Jay trusted Irish, so he called his men over there and asked them to conduct a full investigation into the relationship of the dead and tried to get in contact with his family, especially his ex-girlfriend.

This case interrupted Irish\'s plan. She was here to have a talk with Jay, but now Jay was busy with his work, so the only thing she could do was to give him some advice.

Irish recalled the sentence over and over again on the way home.

\'What did he mean God\'s city? What kind of city was it then? Did he have wings?\' Irish asked herself several questions.

The taxi driver was a nanomole. He couldn\'t help but ask Irish when he was aware that Irish frowned, her eyebrows into a knot, "Hey girl, you look so sad. What\'s wrong? Anyway, things will get better."

Americans were always optimistic. Irish adjusted her posture and was shocked by the driver\'s words. She didn\'t intend to talk to the driver but changed her mind finally since she needed to pour forth her bad emotions. "I have a question. Do you know what the God city is?" She asked lightly.

"The God city? Which God do you mean? Christian, Jehovah, or Sakyamuni?" The driver asked in reply.

Irish was getting even more confused after hearing this since she had no answer about it, and then she asked another question, "Then do you know why people have wings?"

The driver showed a strange look at Irish. He stopped for a while and then responded, "Then I am sure he must be Birdy."

Irish was startled by his answer and then kept silent for a while since she had an idea how to respond.

"Oh, I get it. It\'s an angel," said the driver abruptly.

"Angel?"

"Yes. A man with wings is an angel."

The driver burst out laughing as he said.