1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

Not long after, the Municipal Public Security Bureau sent several police officers over. They were dressed in neat uniforms and walked into the campus with a brisk and steady pace and an unquestionable majesty.

For a moment, students on campus looked around and whispered, not knowing what had happened.

As the police officers walked straight towards the conference room, Yang Qiming was still pacing back and forth anxiously like an ant on hot pan.

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was opened, and those tall figures appeared at the door. He stood there for a moment, his mind going blank.

It was not until the leading police officer showed his ID and said in a stern voice, "Yang Qiming, come with us," that he woke up from his dream.

When Yang Qiming saw this scene, he was so frightened that his face turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

His legs instantly became as soft as noodles. If the police officer next to him had not been quick to catch him, he would have collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, making a "click" sound, and his hands were subconsciously grabbing in the air, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw.

"Police... Police comrade, I... I know I was wrong, please let me go..."

Yang Qiming pleaded in a trembling voice, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

However, the police officers ignored his pleas for mercy and followed the procedure, holding him up on both sides and walking steadily out.

When the students on campus saw this scene, they were immediately in an uproar and started talking about it.

Some of them looked shocked, obviously frightened by this sudden scene.

Some shook their heads and sighed, as if they had already expected this day to come.

Others were pointing and whispering about what Yang Qiming did every day.

"Look, isn't that Yang Qiming? Why was he taken away by the police?"

"Humph, he is usually very arrogant and looks down on others."

A tall boy next to him curled his lips in disdain, crossed his arms across his chest, and had a hint of contempt on his face.

"And his methods are particularly despicable. In the last competition, he even plagiarized other people's ideas. It is only a matter of time before such a person is caught."

"That's right. Last time I saw him laugh at a student from the countryside. His tone was really unbearable. It was as if he was so great."

"By the way, did you know that he has been showing some information to people these days?"

A thin boy suddenly remembered something and said nervously, "I felt at the time that this matter was not simple. The information looked very complicated and not like what we normally get to know. Could it be that he was arrested because of that information?"

"Ah? Really? Then what is he going to do?"

The students around him all showed surprised expressions, their eyes filled with curiosity and anxiety.

"I don't know either. Anyway, I don't want to be implicated."

The thin boy shook his head, a trace of worry in his eyes, "I think we should tell the teacher about this. If anything happens, we can't escape responsibility."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

So, several students took the materials in their hands and hurried towards the teacher's office.

They walked into the office and stood awkwardly in front of the teacher, telling them in detail how Yang Qiming showed off the materials in front of them and even hinted that the designs were not simple.

"Teacher, we really didn't think much about it at the time. We studied different majors and didn't understand the information very well, so we didn't pay much attention to it. But now that we see him being taken away by the police, we think the information may be very important."

A student said cautiously, with a hint of regret in his eyes, as if he was blaming himself for not taking this matter seriously at the beginning.

Several teachers took the materials and their expressions immediately became serious.

They looked at them carefully one by one, frowning, and occasionally exchanging a few words in a low voice. The atmosphere in the office suddenly became solemn and depressing.

After reading it, the teachers felt that the matter was serious, so the information was eventually sent to the principal.

The principal sat at his desk, took the documents with a serious expression, and read through them carefully one by one.

His sharp eyes noticed that the handwriting on these documents was different from the original documents in his office.

The principal suddenly had a bold guess in his mind, and he immediately asked someone to get Yang Qiming's homework book.

After a while, the homework book was delivered.

The principal compared them carefully and found that the materials sent by the students were indeed copied by Yang Qiming.

The principal's face suddenly turned gloomy. He slammed the table heavily, his heart burning with anger: "This Yang Qiming, it's obvious that he wants to spread this information. His intentions are sinister!"

The principal leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and recalled the fierce conflict between Yang Qiming and Li Weiguo in the last game.

At that time, Yang Qiming was furious because Li Weiguo pointed out that he had plagiarized in public. That resentful expression is still vivid in my mind.

The principal suddenly realized what was going on and thought to himself, "Yang Qiming must have hated Li Weiguo, so he wanted to trip up Li Weiguo and his group. He accidentally took away Li Weiguo and his group's homework, allowing Li Weiguo and his group to escape."

The principal sighed deeply, feeling saddened by Yang Qiming's foolish behavior and glad for the wit of Li Weiguo and others.

He knew that this matter must be dealt with seriously and an explanation must be given to all the teachers and students in the school. At the same time, campus management and education must be strengthened to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

At this time, Yang Qiming, who was taken to the police station, was slumped in the chair in the interrogation room, his eyes empty and his face as pale as paper.

His body was still shaking uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with fear and regret.

Two stern-looking policemen sat opposite him, staring at him closely with sharp eyes. It seemed that their eyes could penetrate his soul and pull out all the secrets in his heart.

The older policeman was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and majestic, echoing in the silent interrogation room: "Yang Qiming, do you know why I brought you here?"

Yang Qiming was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he buried his head even lower. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound. He just shook his head in panic.

Seeing this, the young policeman slammed a stack of documents on the table with a loud bang, and shouted, "Still playing dumb! Look at what this is, where did this information come from?"

Yang Qiming looked up in horror. That was the so-called "secret" he had stolen from Li Weiguo's laboratory, but it now became his most fatal evidence of crime.

His lips trembled as he stammered, "I... I picked it up... from school..." His voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"Picked it up?" The older policeman sneered, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes became more and more sharp. "We have all investigated. These materials are not simple. You just picked them up by chance? Tell me, where did this information come from!"

Yang Qiming was speechless after being asked this question. He knew that his poor lies would not stand up to the police.