Neverland

Before Xu Muzhou could be shocked, Yan Cen rummaged through the pile of documents again, and took out a stack of transfer letters and handed them to Xu Muzhou.

"Besides that, there is one more thing I think you need to know about." Yan Cen raised his chin and motioned him to look at the document in his hand: "Sun Qian is a teacher hired from outside in name, but she is actually a downgraded teacher. came."

Demotion is a more euphemistic term, which is actually demotion due to negligence and mistakes.

Sun Qian was not originally a native of the county. She worked as an English teacher in a private middle school in a well-developed big city, and she also worked as a part-time class teacher.

But at that time, there was a vicious school fight in the class under Sun Qian's supervision, which caused one of them to fall into a third-grade disability.After the investigation, it was discovered that the two students had several quarrels and minor physical conflicts in the class before the fight.At that time, Sun Qian had only been the class teacher for half a year, and her teaching experience was severely lacking, and she was not cautious enough in handling the problem. She only made adjustments and verbal warnings to the conflicting parties, and did not follow up afterwards.

So the parents of both parties held the school jointly and severally liable for the school's dereliction of duty. The school could not offend the parents of the students, and finally defined the incident as a teaching accident. Sun Qian took the punishment alone and was demoted to the subordinate county-level city primary school Be a teacher.

The transfer letter ended here, but Xu Muzhou knew that this was just the beginning of Sun Qian's misfortune.One day three years later, this poor woman was finally crushed by the last unknown straw, and chose to end her life late at night.

Xu Muzhou put down the document in his hand, his face was a little ugly.

"So that's why Sun Qian came to this school?" Xu Muzhou asked.

"Yes." Yan Cen noticed that his face looked a little wrong: "...what's wrong with you?"

"About Sun Qian's obsession, I seem to have touched a little bit." Xu Muzhou sat back on the chair again, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and asked in a low voice: "The row we saw in the tea room before?" Class schedule, do you still remember the content?"

It is not an exaggeration for Yan Cen's memory to be called photographic memory. He nodded and replied, "I remember."

"In that roster, Sun Qian had more than one full-day on-duty arrangement on Saturday and Sunday." Xu Muzhou found the roster from the pile of scattered papers and handed it to Yan Cen, and continued: "But after I compared the duty schedules of other head teachers, I found that all the head teachers' duty schedules were concentrated on weekdays, which coincided with the time they took care of the class...except for Sun Qian."

Yan Cen sat on the edge of the table, holding the schedule, but did not open it, but said: "Do you suspect that there is something tricky here?"

"Yes." Xu Muzhou nodded.

"Just now you saw the timetable from Wang Zhigang's place, but you told me that the general timetable seen in the principal's office is not like this." I am more inclined to which one is the real schedule, then the problem comes—"

Xu Muzhou took out the deformed group photo from the drawer, pressed it on the table and pushed it in front of Yan Cen, tapped on it with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Among these extra classes and shifts, where is Sun Qian going?" What did you do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Cen turned his head to look over, the fluorescent balls reflected a tiny light in his eyes, his gaze was calm, as if he had understood everything that Xu Muzhou hadn't said.

Xu Muzhou didn't speak either, they looked at each other in silence for a moment under the faint light, and Xu Muzhou smiled wryly: "You thought about it too, didn't you?"

"I saw a notice of Sun Qian's punishment in the archives." Yan Cen said: "The charge above is 'defeating morality as a teacher'. I found a leave note in the principal's office. The time for the leave was one and a half months. The reason for the leave was artificially blotted out with a black pen and could not be recovered. But judging from the transfer date on the transfer letter, Sun Qian took the long leave when she took office. The fall semester of the second year begins... She just finished a summer vacation, so why is there any urgent need to ask for leave for so long?"

"...Is it a sick leave note?" Xu Muzhou asked.

Yan Cen nodded: "Yes."

Xu Muzhou lowered his eyes and sighed weakly.

She made a mistake and was demoted. An ordinary female teacher who has no one to rely on in the local area has a docile temperament and is easy to bully. It is perfectly normal for people to miss her.

Xu Muzhou doesn't even need any more proof, the information on that photo has already ripped apart the ugly selfishness in front of his eyes. Substantial action.And if the timid temptation is not curbed, the malice will gradually become more and more unscrupulous as the desire expands.

"Wang Zhigang used some abnormal means to associate with Sun Qian because of his position." Xu Muzhou said slowly, "Or simply force Sun Qian to—"

Xu Muzhou couldn't speak any more ugly words, but just as he finished speaking, the hydrangea that had been silent for a long time suddenly burned violently, almost burning his skin.Xu Muzhou hurriedly pulled the leather rope to pull the pendant out of his clothes, only to find that half of the hydrangea had turned white before he knew it.

"I should have guessed that it was such a nonsense." Xu Muzhou looked at the hydrangea and cursed in disgust: "This beast."

Yan Cen didn't express any opinion on this, he picked up the photo and looked at it, and said, "You think she was forced."

"Yes." Xu Muzhou admitted generously, he paused, and added: "But I'm not acting emotionally, I'm making a reasonable guess."

"You're already acting emotionally." Yan Cen pierced him sharply: "You're angry."

Xu Muzhou looked up at Yan Cen unkindly, and the latter looked at him generously.A few seconds later, it was Xu Muzhou who was the first to lose. He looked away and fell silent.

"But I agree with you." Yan Cen changed the topic: "I also think she was forced."

Xu Muzhou pursed his lips, but did not speak.

"Angry?" Yan Cen found it very interesting to show his emotions, and said with a smile: "But from the actual situation, those who can achieve Sun Qian's level of obsession are indeed innocent people in most cases."

"Why." The sharp-tongued little fox countered: "Isn't your subjective perception considered emotional?"

"Human beings are extremely emotional creatures, and the moral and legal standards derived from the environment are the scales deeply rooted in everyone's mind. Under such constraints, people will subconsciously evaluate their own behavior." Yan Cen He hooked his lips, and did not answer his criticism, but continued: "So correspondingly, there is an intuitive connection between subjectively generated obsessions and self-evaluation. If the subjective will is not innocent, it will not produce such pure of obsession."

What he said was very objective and rational, Xu Muzhou had to admit this.Yan Cen always seems to see farther and farther than him, and is also calmer.

Xu Muzhou leaned back on the back of the chair, looking at the fluorescence reflected in Yan Cen's eyes, he felt that he might be dazed, and he felt that the light was shining like a ray of cold symbols.

"Brother Yan." Xu Muzhou asked suddenly: "In your eyes, is any human emotion a calculation data that can be visualized?"

Yan Cen could naturally hear Xu Muzhou's implication.He was silent for a moment, without any explanation for the accusation, a trace of loneliness seemed to flash in his eyes, so fast that even Xu Muzhou had no time to catch it, and it disappeared.

"No." Yan Cen put down the photo in his hand, he blinked lightly, and then said: "Human emotion is the most uncontrollable subjective concept in this world, and it is an existence worthy of awe."

His tone was flat, and no flaws could be heard from his tone.

Xu Muzhou was puzzled, what Yan Cen said and what he did seemed to be two extremes.From the very beginning of entering the game, Yan Cen taught him how to deal with those players, until he commented on Sun Qian just now.Xu Muzhou suddenly realized that this person seemed to be too calm in the face of emotions.

In his eyes, the human heart seems to be a complicated and precise math problem, which can be disassembled and then accurately calculated.

Xu Muzhou couldn't help asking: "But why did you—"

"It is precisely because of this that you have to remain objective." Yan Cen interrupted Xu Muzhou in a rare way, his face was serious, and he said to Xu Muzhou very solemnly: "The regulation of the world is far more rigorous than you imagine... This time it's a completely closed environment, and you don't have to think about anything other than facing the mission objectives. But then, the task of cleaning up the system will go to various timelines. In those completely real worlds, you not only have to face For mission goals, you have to face thousands of people.”

"The network of contacts that a person can radiate is extremely extensive." Yan Cen twisted the nondescript group photo: "In the next mission, you may even have to face the 'Wang Zhigang' of those worlds. If you can't guarantee I am completely objective, how can I complete the task.”

Since entering the game, Yan Cen has always given Xu Muzhou great freedom in missions, allowing him to control the progress of missions and think independently, and most of the time he tries his best to cooperate with him.Until now, Yan Cen finally has the appearance of some "old employees" teaching newcomers.

Yan Cen has always been one-sided on matters of principle. Xu Muzhou listened for a long time. Although he felt that what he said seemed reasonable, he couldn't hold back his face. Finally, he reluctantly turned his face away and squeezed out an "um" from his throat. .

Yan Cen was very dissatisfied with his negative attitude, he clicked his tongue impatiently, bent down, reached out and pinched Xu Muzhou's chin to turn him away, and asked persistently: "Did you hear clearly? "

This posture is so strange, Xu Muzhou slapped his hand unceremoniously, muttering: "I know, I know!"

The little fox was thin-skinned, he couldn't get off the stage after being refuted, and his strength was not accurate, so he slapped the back of half of Yan Cen's hand red.

Yan Cen's rough skin and thick flesh didn't bother him, so he withdrew his hand and put the photo in the folder of the schedule, and asked casually, "Are there any other clues here in the Academic Affairs Office?"

"No more." Speaking of business, Xu Muzhou couldn't help but sigh: "There are actually very few things that can be found. Everything now is just speculation without definite evidence."

"There is no need for supporting evidence." Yan Cen straightened up: "As long as you find that point, you can clean up Sun Qian's obsessions, and you don't need to convince the public to find the truth."

"That's right." Xu Muzhou didn't worry about it: "It's you, didn't you just say you were going to Sun Qian's office, why did you turn around and go to the principal's office?"

"This is exactly what I want to tell you." Yan Cen said: "The hydrangea has only turned half white, which means that we haven't found the actual cause of Sun Qian's suicide... Sun Qian is hiding in her bed right now." In the office, I will lure her away in a while, and you take the opportunity to look for clues in her office."