to comfort the sun

"Where am I?" Sun Fuzhou sat in the car and answered the phone while waiting for the traffic light, "I'm going to No. [-] Middle School now."

After sending Wang Qinqin's autopsy report to Shen Yuan, Sun Fuzhou and Qiu Yun went out to investigate Zhang Jiali's disappearance, but before they reached the gate of No. [-] Middle School, Shen Yuan called.

There was some noisy wind in the receiver: "Why are you going to No. [-] Middle School?"

"Investigate the case." Sun Fuzhou listened to his movement, "...are you outside?"

Shen Yuan's voice fluctuated loudly and softly: "That's right...go out for a walk."

Sun Fuzhou laughed out loud, "Why are you walking with that leg?"

"Then don't worry about it." Suddenly, Shen Yuan seemed to get into a car, and the noise of the car suddenly died down, "I'm nearby, you wait for me at the gate of No. [-] Middle School."

Sun Fuzhou was surprised and said, "I'm handling a case, why are you here?"

But before he could ask clearly, Shen Yuan hung up the phone.

Qiu Yun, who was sitting in the back seat, leaned forward and asked curiously, "Vice Sun, who is it?"

There was a busy tone coming from the Bluetooth headset, and Sun Fuzhou was a little annoyed and helpless: "Forget it, it's fine."

Thirteenth Middle School is a low-end private general high school, next to Xicheng Vocational High School, the front door is quite impressive - there is a golden statue at the entrance, and banners celebrating the opening of the school are hung on the beams in bright colors, fluttering in the wind.Today was Monday, and the students were all in class, so Sun Fuzhou parked his car at the school gate.

Afterwards, he called Zhang Jiali's head teacher.

It took the other party a long time to pick up: "Hello?"

"Hello, is Zhang Jiali's head teacher?"

The other party should be teaching in the classroom, and there is a faint sound of students reading in the receiver: "Well, it's me, may I ask who you are?"

Sun Fuzhou said: "I'm a policeman from the police station. I'm investigating the case of Zhang Jiali's disappearance. I want to ask some basic information about Zhang Jiali. Is it convenient for you now?"

There was a pause over there: "...It's convenient, you can come to my office, East 302, the third floor of the teaching building..."

At this time, a taxi stopped beside them, and soon, a person got off the back of the car and walked straight towards them without stopping.

The man raised his hand and knocked on the car window on Sun Fuzhou's side.

Sun Fuzhou rolled down the car window while finalizing the time and place with Zhang Jiali, the homeroom teacher on the phone.

Shen Yuan glanced at the co-pilot's position pointingly: "Captain Sun, open the door."

Sun Fuzhou hummed hastily while talking on the phone, and without thinking to ask, he unlocked the door.Shen Yuan walked around from the front of the car, leaning on the crutches that were newly arrived two days ago.

Curiously, Qiu Yun stretched his head to look, and met Shen Yuan's beautiful eyes, black glass bead-like pupils staring at her, and greeted her familiarly.

"Hi, see you again."

Qiu Yun also smiled: "I remember you, the hero of Zhao Song's case, Wu Bureau also said that when someone catches you, he will hold an award ceremony for you."

Shen Yuan smiled modestly: "Really, that's what I should do, it's nothing to worry about."

In this room, after Sun Fuzhou finished talking on the phone, he looked at Shen Yuan thoughtfully—this guy is dressed in black, white and gray everywhere, but he looks like a dog because he has a good figure and shoulders. Wide waist and narrow, a natural hanger for clothes.

Sun Fuzhou asked: "What are you doing here?"

Shen Yuan said bluntly: "Ask about your autopsy report."

Sun Fuzhou gave him a quick look, and motioned him not to be so blatant: "Isn't it okay to go back and talk? Do you still have to run over?"

The co-pilot's seat was still the same as the one he sat in last time, the backrest was adjusted back a lot, and the long legs rested just right.

Shen Yuan said: "I happen to be nearby, so I came here."

Sun Fuzhou looked at him warily: "What are you doing around here?"

There is still a distance between Thirteenth Middle School and their home, how far can a walk go?

Shen Yuan spread his hands: "Okay, I won't hide it from you, I'll go through some formalities for Qinqin, as well as the cemetery, I plan to bury her brother with her."

In addition to the Liaoshan Prison in the North Liao District, there is also a Liaoshan Cemetery.

Sun Fuzhou was silent, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qiu Yun: "Vice Sun, let's advance to the school, the security guard at the gate has been watching us for a long time, I'm afraid..."

... Later, colleagues will come to arrest people.

The security guy at the door had indeed been watching their car, and no one came down after stopping for a long time. I don't know if they thought some criminals were stepping on the spot.

Sun Fuzhou thought of the business at hand. Although it was an investigation, he wanted to understand the situation first. It was just that he didn't want to stay in the office to write a report, so he took over the work of other policemen.

Bring someone with you.

Sun Fuzhou held his briefcase between his hands, and parted his head coquettishly. In order to make himself less conspicuous when walking on campus, he turned out the light brown leather jacket from his college days: "Master, we It's the police, can I go in?"

The uncle may have never seen such a foolish policeman without wearing a police uniform. He squinted his mung bean eyes and looked at Sun Fuzhou's police officer card several times before letting him in suspiciously.

Sun Fuzhou worriedly told Shen Yuan: "You will talk less later, especially cover your sleeves well, so as not to bring any bad influence to the students."

Shen Yuan didn't even look at them, and scanned around with his chin: "Captain Sun, stop staring at me, and look more at this beautiful campus."

Thirteenth Middle School relies on art classes to gain a foothold in Xicheng, and the enrollment rate is not high, so the interior of the school is also very ordinary. The playground is only the size of a palm, and the red plastic playground has faded to light pink. Building, you are next to me and I am next to you. They are all five or six stories high, and there is a horizontal strip of famous quotes about education outside each floor.

It's class time now, the campus is extremely quiet, and there are no students on the playground, but the vocational high school next door, Xu is in physical education class, and it is quite lively.

Sun Fuzhou briefly turned around and gave an evaluation: "Nothing to see."

It's a big truth.

There are two teaching buildings. Zhang Jiali's head teacher's office is on the second floor of the first teaching building. If you go up the stairs in the middle, you will pass outside the classrooms of several classes.

Zhang Jiali is in the second and third class of high school, and it is the first classroom they pass by.

The desks and chairs in each classroom should be matching. When Sun Fuzhou passed by, he glanced at Class [-] classrooms. In the crowded classrooms, there was a missing person in the middle—that should be Zhang Jiali's seat.

It does not belong to the back row of mischievous students, does not belong to the front row of active learning, and does not belong to the podium of problem students. It should be an ordinary existence among classmates and not stand out.

Shen Yuan only noticed the entire classroom, and there were very few who listened carefully: "The students in their school have very average study discipline."

Sun Fuzhou turned his head and slapped him: "Shouldn't you be used to it?"

Shen Yuan said: "Why do you have so many deep-rooted misunderstandings about me?"

"It's ingrained. I agree, but I don't think it's a misperception."

To avoid hiding the students' attention, their voices and movements were very small, Shen Yuan walked up to him from behind, and put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Don't believe me, I got more than 600 points in the college entrance examination that year."

Sun Fuzhou looked at him in disbelief: "You actually took the college entrance examination?"

Shen Yuan didn't quite understand how this person's brain circuit was long, or what kind of image he had in his eyes?

At this time, Qiu Yun, who had been walking in front, stopped.

"Vice Sun, there is no 302 on this floor, did you find the wrong one?" Going forward, it will be the end, "Huh? Why are you so close?"

Sun Fuzhou took a big stride away from Shen Yuan: "He is sick,... what do you mean by not having 302?"

To be precise, it wasn't that there was no 302, but that the doors of the two offices at the end were closed, and there was no house number on the door, so she couldn't tell which one was 302.

"Who are you?"

Just when Sun Fuzhou was about to make another phone call to ask questions, a voice came from behind them.

The woman was holding a stack of papers in her arms, with rigid black-rimmed glasses on her face, and she had the serious aura unique to a teacher.

Sun Fuzhou heard the voice sound familiar, and asked uncertainly: "Hello, are you Zhang Jiali's class teacher, Teacher Zhang?"

Teacher Zhang pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose with his fingers: "That's right, it's me... Are you the police?"

Really young.

After confirming the police ID, Teacher Zhang took them into the office. There were no other teachers in the small office, and the blinds were half-opened, so the room was not bright.

"Zhang Jiali's grades are mediocre, but she's a well-behaved child in school. I never thought she would run away from home."

After Teacher Zhang heard that she was missing, she directly regarded the girl's leaving without saying goodbye as running away from home.

Sun Fuzhou asked: "Does she have many friends at school?"

Teacher Zhang said hesitantly, "I'm not sure about that. Usually, I think we should have a good relationship with her at the same table..."

Qiu Yun did not know where to find Zhang Jiali's social account. She often posts her own news on the account. Zhang Jiali looks pure and not very tall. She is 163, which just satisfies a man's desire for protection and at the same time does not look too short. At an age when her peers are all without makeup, she already has a sense of dressing up, and occasionally puts on light makeup to maximize her strengths.

Sun Fuzhou browsed some of her feeds, most of which were pictures of eating and drinking and taking selfies.

He clicked on a recent group photo posted by Zhang Jiali, and the girl next to her was dressed more than her: "Is this her tablemate?"

Teacher Zhang squinted his eyes for a long time, and finally confirmed: "No, this is not a student in our class."

Sun Fuzhou took another look at the photo - it seems that Zhang Jiali's social circle is quite extensive.

"Can I ask her best friend to talk to her?" Sun Fuzhou said, "Don't say we are the police, just say that we are Zhang Jiali's family, so as not to cause bad influence."

"can."

After Mr. Zhang left, Sun Fuzhou looked around the office boredly, and finally returned to the desk. Under the glass of the desk were the graduation photos of many students.

Qiu Yun stared wide-eyed to find the difference, and found that there was a photo at the top, which was a group photo of the autumn tour of the second and third classes of high school in 15 years.

Isn't this exactly what this year is?

She called Sun Fuzhou, and the two of them took a closer look. The photo was a group photo in front of a certain scenic spot, and there was no figure of Zhang Jiali on it.

Shen Yuan also came over, but what he was looking at were the graduation photos from the past, his knuckle fingers slid across the table, and finally stopped on a slightly yellowed photo.

He suddenly said solemnly: "I used to study in this school too."

Sun Fuzhou was too lazy to talk to him, still wondering why there was no Zhang Jiali in the group photo, so he answered Shen Yuan perfunctorily: "Really? Shen Liubai."

Shen Yuan: "..."

Where did this person get so many nicknames in his head?