After pompom enters Hades

When Zhu Weixin received the call from Zhu Ning, his tone was pleasantly surprised, but he heard that even though the leaders were not available, this ambiguous case could not be formally accepted by the Special Investigation Office, but after Zhu Ning was willing to spend his spare time there, Zhu Weixin also become very sorry:

"Xiaozhu, you have only been employed for a month. Is it bad to ask for leave suddenly now? I heard that you were in poor health when you were young, and it was not easy to go all the way to university. Don't lose your job because of my uncle."

Zhu Ning: "..."

Zhu Ning: "I happen to be in City C right now after a business trip, so I should be able to go there soon."

Half an hour later, Zhu Ning had bid farewell to his colleagues in Yucheng, and came to the city where his uncle lived by taking Huangquan Road.

After graduating from Zhuweixin University, he settled in the capital city of this economically powerful province, and now he has bought a 120-square-meter residential house in Financial Street, C City.

Now he is an executive of a joint venture, married and established a business, owns a house and a car, and focuses on the elite training of his son.It is true that it is incompatible with the relatives of the "Dancing God" in the old Zhu family house.

After Zhu Ning rang the doorbell, a gentle man in his 30s opened the door, "Are you... are you Zhu Ning?"

Zhuning's appearance is indeed not similar to that of the Zhu family, and he looks only seventeen or eighteen years old.After Zhu Weixin checked again and again, he was sure that the boy at the door was his nephew whom he had never met.

So Zhu Weixin felt even more guilty. He believed that Zhu's family was too poor. Zhu Ning had no scientific nursing care, so he was weak and sickly since he was a child, and at the age of 22, he still looked like a minor.

"Xiao Zhu, come in and sit down!" Zhu Weixin hastily went to fetch slippers for Zhu Ning, "Uncle didn't mean not to visit you, it's really... At that time, your grandfather didn't want me to go to college, and wanted me to spend my whole life in feudal superstition. Those things..."

In Zhu Weixin's eyes, he has become himself who has received scientific education and made his way to the top, but he watched Zhu Ning, a frail child, suffer from the feudal dross in his hometown in the countryside, and lacked medical care and food since he was a child... He was extremely cruel and selfish.

Zhu Weixin poured out the iced Coke prepared in advance, poured Zhu Ning a glass of warm water, and then searched for the phone number in the phone address book.

"Xiaozhu, my uncle knows the department director of the city's top three hospitals. He has a doctor who has returned from studying abroad. Go to his place and have a comprehensive physical examination to see what the disease is... Uncle will pay for it."

Zhu Ning had such an image in his mind: During the consultation, several department directors looked at the X-ray film with a serious expression on the two-meter-high mouth and more than 200 fangs.

Zhu Ning had no choice but to change the subject: "Uncle, I'm on the mend now, and I've basically got full marks in the college physical education test... What happened to my cousin at school?"

In Zhu Weixin's eyes, the Department of Special Case Investigation is even more trustworthy than the key departments of the tertiary hospitals, and it is unattainable.

He didn't even know how Zhu Ning was admitted, but since Zhu Ning was a member of the Special Investigation Department, it was covered with a layer of gold. Might be able to retell the past.

It turned out that Zhu Ning's cousin, Zhu Yuxuan, had been studying in the four-year juvenile class of a key public middle school.

But in the first year of high school, the C City Education Commission strictly forbids the establishment of various forms of experimental classes. If Zhu Yuxuan wants to continue studying, he can only switch from the four-year school to the six-year school in junior high school.

Zhu Weixin was in a hurry. Originally, his son was able to enter the college entrance examination at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but he had to be stopped for two full years. Isn't this equivalent to repeating a grade for no reason?Still repeat twice.

Therefore, Zhu Weixin had to look around for high-end private schools in City C. As long as the educational resources could keep up, private schools would be convenient for skipping grades, and he could still finish middle school in four years as originally planned, and then apply for foreign universities for further studies.

"Desen Middle School is the best noble school in C City." Zhu Weixin clicked on the mobile webpage and turned it to Zhu Ning, "Although the focus rate is not high, they focus on comprehensive training. After checking the information, I found that there are several All the big names in the industry that I usually know graduated from Desen...much better than the No. [-] Middle School in Yuxuan."

Zhu Ning held a steaming cup of cool white open, and said hesitantly: "Then you still go to the police station to sue the school?"

"The reports on the Internet are completely nonsense, and Yuxuan's test scores have always been the first in the class!" Zhu Weixin adjusted his glasses, obviously very angry, and there was a bit of fear and panic in his tone:

"But in their high school, there are several sons and daughters of big bosses, and some of them must be psychopaths. The school can cover up the killing of people."

Zhu Ning: "Murder?"

Zhu Weixin rummaged through his mobile phone and found a photo that was blurred into a mosaic, "This is Yuxuan's classmate, who was hanged by other children at the back door of the classroom at night. All the students in a class saw it."

Zhu Ning looked at the blocks that were blurrier than impressionist paintings, "This..."

"When Yuxuan secretly took the photo and sent it to me, the person in the photo could be seen clearly. The child had a long tongue, and his skin was bruised. He died of suffocation. This kind of spoof makeup can't be painted."

Listening to this description, Zhu Ning felt a little chill all over in Da Xia Tian, ​​and silently took a sip of steaming water.

Zhu Weixin found out the chat records with his son at that time, and the picture was also a mass of blurred color blocks, "But after 5 minutes, the picture suddenly became blurred, even the ones that were dumped were the same, maybe it was the parents of those students, those The big boss ordered the network employees to do it."

With Zhu Ning's computer skills, it was really difficult to tell whether the picture was made by a human or a ghost, but he could indeed feel a faint ghostly aura through the phone screen.

Zhu Ning: "But the news reports said there were many murders?"

Zhu Weixin nodded, and his tone was a little ashamed: "Yuxuan did tell me many times, but only this time he took a photo. Before, I always thought it was because he didn't want to go to school..."

Then, Zhu Weixin changed the subject: "But a middle school certainly cannot have so many murders, otherwise what would it be like?"

Zhu Ning: "..." That's not necessarily true.

Zhu Weixin is still waiting for Zhu Ning, the investigator of this special case, to analyze the scientific clues from the fuzzy color block.

Zhu Ning put down the hot water cup, and asked casually: "Now that the summer vacation is almost over, has my cousin found a high school to transfer to?"

Zhu Weixin: "The senior year of Desen Middle School starts in early August. All students must live in accommodation, and they cannot ask for leave to go home at will, otherwise they will be expelled."

Zhu Ning was startled: "My cousin is still studying in Desen Middle School?"

Zhu Weixin was a little embarrassed: "Yes..."

Zhu Ning couldn't understand these parents who value high-quality educational resources and further education more than their lives.

But the fact is that the local police station did not accept the case.Because, firstly, no parent of the victim came to report the crime, and secondly, the high-blurry picture looked more like a sweater pattern than a murder scene.

The school insisted that the charges were defamatory, and that none of the other students' parents expelled their children.Now that the third year of high school has started, it is too late to find a transfer school. Zhu Weixin actually let his son continue to go to school, and then found someone to investigate.

He thinks that the perverted children of those big bosses were captured, and this Desen Middle School, which is full of talents, can continue to attend.

After the Special Investigation Office was almost wiped out, Zhu Ning didn't want this incident to have any connection with the Special Investigation Office. Without the name of the Special Investigation Office, it was difficult to successfully enter a boarding school with strict management for investigation.

Zhu Weixin still hoped that Zhu Ning could pass this case on to the leadership, but Zhu Ning insisted repeatedly: "I have to go to the scene to investigate this kind of case to get more clues. The Special Investigation Office is in a special stage and does not openly accept the case."

Zhu Weixin hesitated for a while, and finally said tentatively: "Xiao Zhu, why don't you go in and have a look as a student?"

Zhu Ning: "Huh?"

Zhu Weixin's company happened to have another senior executive's child, who was going to transfer to another school to study in the third year of high school. Hearing what Zhu Weixin said, he didn't dare to send the child there.

It just so happened that the transfer procedures had already been completed, Zhu Ning seemed to be believed by someone who was a freshman in high school, and there was no sense of disobedience in replacing a senior high school student.

If there were really many murders in Desen Middle School, and the mastermind behind the scenes was a terrifying existence capable of killing even ghost emperors.

Zhu Ning can't be ignored, besides Zhu Ning's cousin, there are many underage children who go to school there.

On Sunday afternoon, Zhu Ning dragged his suitcase into the car of Zhu Weixin's colleague and drove to Desen Middle School on the outskirts of the city.

There was a traffic jam in the city, and Zhu Ning took a nap for more than ten minutes, and then in a half-dream and half-awake state, she was gradually awakened by a distant and mixed aroma like entering a hot pot restaurant.

Zhu Ning rubbed her blemished cheeks, and subconsciously turned her head to look out... In the evening, Desen Middle School stood tall like a thousand-year-old castle, and the luxurious modern buildings were shrouded in cloud-like black air.

How many ghosts are there?