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A group of people have different expressions.Xue Zhimu took a deep breath, and couldn't believe that the person in front of him who seemed to be very unreliable even among the unreliable young people was the one, the legendary King of Hades who solved outstanding cases with iron and blood, She quickly shut up, lowered her head and pretended nothing happened.Liu Cheng subconsciously wanted to whistle, but he held back after Song Hailin gave him a prophetic look. As for Lao Yang, who had a bad temper just now, he had a wonderful expression on his face. son.

"Team Qu, I'm Song Hailin, deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, hello."

When everyone was still in the complicated emotions and couldn't extricate themselves, Song Hailin stood up first, and stretched out his hand towards Qu Shiran.

Qu Shiran shook it back, and the smile on his face added a bit of playfulness, but he didn't know where the mixed play came from, and he whispered softly, "Song, Hailin .”

Xue Zhimu glanced at Liu Cheng, and was about to use his eyes to discuss the order of self-introduction for the rest of them, when the chair legs just rubbed on the ground, Qu Shiran suddenly cleared his expression, and asked Song Hailin in a calm voice, "Ask I didn’t ask the surrounding people, how many garbage trucks came in and out?”

Song Hailin was stunned by his intrusion into the case without even transitioning, but thanks to his quick reaction, he immediately grasped the key point in his words.If such a corpse does exist, then the most likely situation is that Lu Yongbin got into another garbage truck to clean up the scene immediately after being seen by Lu Yongbin. He couldn't help being surprised by Qu Shiran's flexible thinking, no wonder it was the king of hell .

"However," Song Hailin said, "the garbage trucks are all managed by the city, and they won't be cleaned up repeatedly. Ordinary people don't have the right to use public resources."

Qu Shiran smiled strangely, and said: "You have said it all, you are an ordinary person, so you have no rights."

Song Hailin took a breath, and immediately looked at Yang Dahai, "Old Yang, report the situation."

At this time, Lao Yang was making eye contact with Zheng Yong.

"What the hell is going on! How could this guy know about this? He's so well-informed, he's amazing." Old Yang's eyes said.

Xue Er caught sight of them, and interjected her eyes, "As expected of the Living Hades, it's too scary."

Zheng Yong's guilt flashed, and his eyes said, "I said so."

"Old Yang, report the situation." Song Hailin called out again, his voice obviously raised a lot.He was used to laughing and joking with these people, but under the seemingly lazy and practical scrutiny of the new captain, such a loose management made him feel embarrassed, and couldn't help using a scolding tone.But as soon as he said the words, he regretted it. Such a high voice, and his eagerness to save face made him even more embarrassed.

Fortunately, Qu Shiran didn't seem to be too fussy, so he turned his eyes to Lao Yang and listened carefully to his report from beginning to end.

As expected, Lao Yang and the others did not ask clearly about the entry and exit of garbage trucks.

After listening to it, he frowned, didn't even have time to think, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and didn't blame him, and said directly: "Yang Dahai and Liu Cheng will go to the scene to confirm the situation again. Find out the exact time of entry and exit, and Liu Cheng will carefully investigate the scene, and don't rush back."

"Xue Zhimu and Zheng Yong, go to interrogate that driver again, what's his name?"

"Lu Yongbin." "It's not important." While Song Hailin answered the driver's name, Qu Shiran also answered himself.

He rolled his eyelids, barely paused, and continued speaking very fast: "That guy is dishonest, he's lying."

"Song Hailin, you and I will go to the Chengdong Garbage Treatment Plant."

After he assigned all the tasks, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to react in such a short time.

"Don't you understand what I said?" Qu Shiran tilted his head and asked.

Xue Zhimu stood up first and said, "Understood!"

The rest of the people stood up as if a switch had just been pressed, and went to work on their own.

Qu Shiran was a man of action. After receiving the signal that they all understood, he immediately turned around and walked out. Song Hailin grabbed the car keys and followed.

After they left, Xue Zhimu whispered: "How does the new boss know us! How does he know what each of us is good at? How does he assign us tasks so easily? How does he make it seem like he has worked with us for half his life! It's terrible This Hades."

Liu Cheng, who was about to go out, echoed, "Terrible."

Zheng Yong secretly raised his hand and said, "The new boss has come here a long time ago, he was called by Bureau Zhang to talk just now."

"Fuck!" Lao Yang yelled, "We don't know anything!"

"None of you are here."

Liu Cheng frowned, "The case of Lu Yongbin, what did you say?"

Zheng Yong nodded.

"Terrible!" Liu Cheng sighed again and again, "From Zheng Yong's mouth, he was able to understand the case and find the key points, and it can be deduced that Lu Yongbin is lying. It's terrible."

"Terrible." Xue Zhimu also sighed.

Under Zheng Yong's summarizing ability, only this new boss can survive, amazing!

What is it called the King of Hades? It is obviously a living miracle.

The Chengdong Waste Treatment Plant is far away from the city, and it takes an hour and a half to drive there when all the roads are clear and the lights are green, not to mention that this road is also a place with frequent traffic jams.

Song Hailin was driving the car, while Qu Shiran opened the window and smoked a cigarette slowly.

He glanced at Qu Shiran, who was now wearing a peaked cap askew and coughing from the smoke, and became very curious about this person.

After Qu Shiran finished smoking a cigarette, he leaned on the car door and looked towards Song Hailin, "Curious?"

Song Hailin was startled, and replied, "A little bit."

"I'm used to adapting to the environment before the environment changes." Qu Shiran said, "So, I may know you better than you think."

Song Hailin looked at Lu intently, "Why do you think Lu Yongbin is not talking nonsense?"

Qu Shiran seemed to have smiled, but he didn't.

Why is this question difficult to answer? A normal person’s first reaction after finding no corpse in the garbage dump should be the person who claimed to be a witness. If he hadn’t been paying attention to this series of incidents, he would probably think so. .

Why this question, the answer is simple.

Because he is Qu Shiran.

Been searching for an answer for years.When the unsolved case of the reservoir was solved before, someone asked him, why did you decide in this direction.How did he answer back then?

After thinking for a while, Song Hailin's phone rang suddenly when he was about to speak.

Song Hailin glanced at Qu Shiran, and pressed the speakerphone.

Yang Dahai's voice came from inside, "Second, it is indeed two garbage trucks. The second one entered the alley at around [-]:[-] p.m., and Lu Yongbin should have just driven away at that time."

Song Hailin glanced at Qu Shiran, but said nothing.

We are almost at the Chengdong Garbage Treatment Plant.

Qu Shiran said into the phone: "Understood, you stay put and stand by. Also, go and ask Liu Cheng if he found anything unusual."

Yang Dahai was stunned there for a long time before speaking, "Understood the boss."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Shiran suddenly laughed, facing the hot wind pouring in from the car window, he laughed loudly, and said while laughing, "Er, hahaha, hahaha, boss, hahahahaha!" What do you think of the two heads?"

Song Hailin was suddenly dazzled.

This kind of laughter is really too familiar.Unscrupulous, childish, shrugging his shoulders and laughing recklessly.

He sighed.

Qu Shiran stopped laughing suddenly, and said seriously: "Because, intuition."

Song Hailin froze for a moment before realizing that he was answering the previous question.

Toilet culture exists in almost all schools, whether it is elementary school, middle school or university, it cannot be avoided.And most of them are the same, roughly divided into love chapters, inspirational chapters, national scolding chapters, and groaning without illness.

The students are inevitably bored during the long toilet squatting process, so the toilet door is covered with handwriting of various colors, what is the reason for failing to succeed in the final exam of the postgraduate entrance examination, college entrance examination, and college entrance examination? Thank you for working so hard today, what kind of fork I'll fuck|Your mother, you have everything.

The toilets in the teaching buildings of the Faculty of Arts of Zhucheng University are roughly the same, but the so-called literature and art are not separated. In view of the fact that the Faculty of Liberal Arts and the Faculty of Art share the same building, the toilet culture is also particularly different.For example, today a certain writer writes a free poem on the door of the toilet, tomorrow a certain musician will compose it, and the day after tomorrow a painter will accompany it. In short, it is colorful.But no matter how you write and draw, they are all for entertainment. Viewing is another matter. It is enough to pass the time, and it is right to have fun.

But recently, another situation occurred in the compartment closest to the window of the girls' toilet on the east side of the second floor.

A female student, classmate Ma, who did not want to be named, had the whim of squatting in the toilet one night. The moment she stood up after squatting, she accidentally glanced at her right hand because of the unstable voltage and the dim light. Looking at the partition on the side, Hun'er seemed to have traveled around the world at a glance. She was so scared that she ran away without even having time to tie her belt.

Afterwards, a classmate Ma, who did not want to be named, recalled the painting she saw and couldn't help but stare with lingering fear.It was a stick figure drawn simply with paint, she had seen it many times, with black lines, a two-dimensional manga beauty with long hair and big eyes, beside which was inscribed an excerpt of Luoshen Fu.But I don't know who it is, on the basis of the original painting, she was dyed blood dripping with red paint, which seems to have a very strong visual impact.

This effect can be seen from the reaction of classmate Ma who did not want to be named in time to fasten his belt.

Of course, the reason why Ma did not want to disclose his name is roughly the same.

In short, after the news spread in the Faculty of Arts and Faculty of Arts, the students basically stopped going to the toilet in that cubicle except for the situation that the toilet was full.After all, everyone is a delicate girl.

The corridors of the teaching building are basically overcrowded during class breaks. Su Shen doesn't like the feeling of being crowded in the crowd. Usually, when there are classes, she deliberately avoids this time period and comes here a little earlier.

The elective course of "Special Research on Ancient Literature" was scheduled for the second big class on Monday morning. Before the first class in the morning was finished, Su Shen walked slowly to the side door of the teaching building.The side door is next to a high wall, leaving only a small gap through which the wheelchair will be able to pass.The terrain at the side door is high, only a small slope is built at the door, and the height catches up with the high steps at the main door that have been repaired several times.

Except for Su Shenping and the janitor who used a small cart to pull the trash can, basically no one came to this door.

When Su Shen came over today, he saw a person in the narrow alleyway.

The man was facing the door and leaning against the high wall opposite the door. He was wearing dark gray short-sleeved shorts and slippers, with one leg bent and the other stretched forward. It is tied on the back of the head, and the dyed color is grandma gray which is popular nowadays.He was smoking a cigarette until he was down to a head.

Su Shen continued to paddle in.

Grandma Hui seemed to have heard the noise, glanced at him, and then suddenly extinguished the cigarette.

Su Shen paused for a while when he was swipe forward, this man was radiant, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were surrounded by an undeniable beauty.In the small alley that is not very bright because of the tall buildings and walls on both sides, it looks like a fairy.Su Shen suddenly remembered the mystery of the horror paintings of girls' toilets circulating in the school these days, and couldn't help shivering.But I have to say that this man is really good-looking, the kind that makes most men and women feel ashamed.

When he approached the side door, Grandma Hui who was still leaning on the wall just now suddenly took a step forward, pulled open the glass door, then stood aside and raised her chin at him.

Su Shen paused for a moment at the bottom of the slope, glanced at him, and said, "Thank you."

Grandma Hui raised the corner of her mouth and smiled at him, "I'm just about to come in."

After laughing, I don't know if it was Su Shen's illusion, but he even threw a not so obvious flying eye.

After Su Shen took a few steps in the corridor of the teaching building, Grandma Huihui let go of the door, went straight to the stairs, and disappeared around the corner in two or three steps.

During this time period, except for the postgraduate entrance examination party who was endorsing in the corridor, there were not many people everywhere, and the elevator arrived soon.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, a girl with bangs ran towards me. Su Shen quickly pressed the button, and the elevator door opened again, and the girl squeezed in panting.

When the girl saw Su Shen, she smiled at him and said, "Hello, teacher, thank you teacher."

Su Shen's ability to remember people is not bad. This girl took his elective course and sat in the first row next to the radiator with another girl with loose hair.

But these two people didn't come over last week.

He searched for her name in his mind, and smiled at her, "You are, Luo Mingming."

"Teacher, do you know my name?" Luo Mingming looked surprised.

"Not only do I know your name, but I also know that you skipped a class." Su Shen continued to laugh.

The elevator dinged and reached the second floor.

Luo Mingming got out of the elevator, and laughed along with him, "Teacher, I asked for leave. I just returned to school. I have a leave note."

"It's okay if you don't have a leave note. I'll forgive you, but I have to make a name for this class today."

"Teacher, I'll take a seat in the classroom first." Hearing that he wanted roll call, Luo Mingming hopped away.

Su Shen looked at his phone at the elevator entrance, it happened to be the end of get out of class time, he found a corner and slowly waited for the large troops who finished the first big class to rush out of the classroom.

He only walked in the direction of the classroom when people were almost gone.

In the corridor, I happened to see Teacher Wei who had just finished a compulsory course for freshmen. He planned to go over to say hello, so he stopped by to ask Teacher Wei if there was any conflict between the Ming and Qing part of the class this year and the compulsory courses.

Just when he was about to go up, he suddenly saw a gray head popping out, and put it on Mr. Wei's shoulder, and the two laughed and said something.

It's that granny gray.

In Su Shen's impression, Teacher Wei is an upright and unsmiling professor, not only has a high professional title at a young age, but his academic achievements are also enviable.Now he was laughing and having a fight with that grandma Hui in the corridor, and by the way, he hung the bag containing the teaching plan computer around Grandma Hui's neck.

"You didn't bring your mobile phone to class, so I answered the call for you." Grandma Hui said.

"What's the matter?" Teacher Wei took the phone over.

"Teacher Lu from the Art Academy said that the child is missing."

"What's going on? Why did you remember to ask me if the child couldn't be found?"

"Just the mutual aid activity that weekend," Grandma Hui took off the bag around her neck and held it in her hand, "Isn't it the teacher in your courtyard who took the lead? The teacher sends the children to school on weekends, so that the students from the Art Academy and the Arts Academy To give them calligraphy and painting classes, to put it bluntly, is to look after the children. Just yesterday, it was said that Teacher Lu didn’t have time to pick up the children, and asked a female student from the liberal arts school to look after them, but they couldn’t find them. The family members yesterday I searched all night, and I called you as if I was looking for that female student."

"Which student?"

"What's your name... Zhou, what is Zhou, I don't have a good memory, please call back."

The two walked down the stairs while talking.

Teacher Wei was talking on the phone while going downstairs. Su Shen glanced at them and didn't move up. After moving his shoulders, he raised his hand to check the time and entered the classroom.

After he went in, he asked the students in the front row to help turn on the computer and the projector, took out the roster by himself, and grinned: "It's been a long time since we did the roll call. I almost forgot the names of many students. Would you like to name me?"

The students below unconsciously straightened their bodies.

"My memory is quite good. I can remember the faces of most of my classmates. You can answer by raising your hand, but answering on behalf of you doesn't count."

A few people started to take out their mobile phones to send messages to all kinds of friends who skipped class.

Su Shen glanced down, and said, "Hurry up and tell your friends, those who can rush into the classroom before I finish counting names, I won't count them as skipping class."

The sound of crackling and typing on the screen became faster again.

Su Shen read the names down the roster, and when he read "Luo Mingming", he turned his head and glanced at the location of the radiator.

no one.

No one answered.

Strange.Luo Mingming is unlikely to skip class.Come here.

He clicked a dot behind Luo Mingming's name without crossing it, leaving a space.

"Zhou Qian." He read the next name.

No one answered.

He put a cross on the roster.

"Pan Yiyang." Check mark.

During the roll call, one after another there were students running in with their waists bowed. Su Shen smiled and said nothing.

After all the points were clicked, those students who came later came together and changed the cross after their names into a check mark.

Su Shen glanced at it casually, except for Luo Mingming and the one named Zhou Qian, everyone was there.

He put down the roster and said: "We said that our class is an application-oriented class, and I don't have to force everyone to come, but do you remember what I said in the first class? This class Writing 'Studies on Ancient Chinese Literature', read as—"

"Reading, Kao Yan Yan research tutoring." The students below answered with a smile.

He was about to go on.

There was a sudden knock on the classroom door.

"Teacher, please excuse me, the police." A voice came from the door.

The position of Su Shen's wheelchair and the doorway happened to be separated by the small high podium in the classroom. Looking from the doorway, the podium just blocked him.

"Come in." He said as he rowed towards the door.

He raised his head towards the door, and the moment he opened the podium to block it, he was stunned for a moment, watching the door stop moving the wheel forward.However, the rotation of the wheel did not stop, and his finger was pinched forward by the lead, and it suddenly hurt.