God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

"Do the other leaders of your school know about this?"

The girl shook her head: "I don't know about this, but our school is fully closed. Today's welcome ceremony is the first time I have left the campus since I came to this school for nearly three years."

"In addition to the school supervisor who is engaged in normal management work, does the school have other leaders?"

The girl thought for a while: "Director of Administration, he is a very famous collector. He is the one standing next to the Englishman at the school gate just now, and the principal... but he is usually not here."

Wen Xichun recalled the girl's words carefully, and it seemed that she really didn't pay much attention at that time, or that the Englishman and the female school supervisor were too conspicuous, so they didn't notice other people around them at all.

"What is the position of an Englishman?"

"The school manager, or the chaebol who contributes to maintain the normal operation of the school, usually stays in the UK. He just came over recently for the school celebration. This is the first time I have seen him."

Just when Wen Xichun wanted to ask the girl something, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Wen, it's time for dinner." A female voice sounded from the door,

The girl's eyes widened suddenly, and she whispered, "It's the school supervisor!"

Her pupils trembled, and the hand holding the phone trembled, and the phone fell to the ground with a loud noise on the wooden floor.

The person at the door seemed to have heard the voice, and after a half-minute silence, he continued to ask unhurriedly, "What happened, do you need my help?"

Wen Xichun was calm, and slowly picked up the phone from the ground, and returned it to the girl after entering his number in the phone book. Come."

With his eyes, he signaled the girl to find a place to hide first, and she would leave after he left.

The girl nodded, looked around, then slumped onto the ground and got under the bed.

Wen Xichun took the coat and put it on, opened the door, and saw red lips with a red smile that was magnified several times and made people feel uncomfortable.

The school supervisor specially changed her clothes. The tight woolen jacket under the embroidered hollow flower collar outlined her slender figure, and the neat and simple skirt visually elongated her legs. Handjob wearing black lace gloves As far as the abdomen is concerned, her every move, every frown and cluster look very much like a European court lady, without any flaws.

Those parents who send their daughters to Songyue Girls High School also hope that their children will eventually grow up to be such elegant ladies as the school supervisor?don't know.

Just feel a little scary.

There are several other guests standing behind the supervisor, including Yao Jingrong. This person has changed into new clothes, and the tailored suit magnifies his body advantage. He really doesn't look like a forensic doctor, but more like standing on a catwalk A model who shines on the Internet.

In fact, not only Yao Jingrong, everyone is the same, they dress up glamorously like the protagonists of the world.

Only Wen Xichun, who was wearing a padded jacket and jeans, stood out dimly and abruptly in the dazzling crowd.

The school supervisor looked around the room casually, and reached out to help Wen Xichun close the door.

But the moment the black lace glove touched the doorknob, another hand interrupted her, grabbing the doorknob first.

"Sorry, I'm more private." Wen Xichun looked at the principal with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The school supervisor also consciously withdrew his hand and smiled back: "I'm sorry, I was rude, then come with me when everyone is here, the school has prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone."

A group of people walked towards the restaurant in silence, Wen Xichun deliberately slowed down, and quietly looked back at the door.

At this time, the girl lying on the bottom of the bed was covering her mouth with all her strength, for fear that the slightest sound would be missed. One minute, two minutes and ten minutes passed. Come out, open the door and look around, make sure there is no one around, and then trot and escape from here.

Seeing Wen Xichun turning his head back and forth three times at this step, Yao Jingrong smirked and said in a low voice, "Why, Jinwu Zangjiao is afraid of being discovered?"

Wen Xichun: "Come to my room tonight."

Yao Jingrong took the time to rest, looking like a veteran cadre, and put his hands behind his back: "I'm sorry I don't have such a hobby."

Wen Xichun took a deep breath and tried to put on a smiling face: "There may be a case, whether you can come or not."

Yao Jingrong was silent for a moment: "Come."

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The restaurant is located in a typical Italian-style small villa behind the main teaching building. It is similar in style to the main building, and it is a dark and gloomy environment as soon as you enter.

In the middle of the dining room was a long table of seven or eight meters, and the white tablecloth was filled with delicacies. On the top of the dining room was a small prayer hall, and every student who ate here had to pray before eating.

And above the prayer table in the auditorium is a 100×140 oil painting portrait. In the portrait is an old man with a white beard in a European-style suit. There is a line of small black characters on the lower right side of the painting, which is the time when the portrait was completed. and the artist's name.

From the perspective of time, this painting has a history of 67 years. It should be the work of Songyue Girls' High School in the early days. As for who this person is, he is not a familiar face among the group of scientists and artists. I guess it should be the first principal or school manager.

The school supervisor walked to the prayer platform silently, clasped her hands together, muttered words, and looked humble and pious.

The old man with white hair in a suit also took a step forward and silently raised his hands in prayer.

The dummy-like noble lady in fine fur didn't care and found a seat first, and the others slowly took their seats after seeing the school supervisor finished praying.

The taste of the food is very fragrant, and the silver knife and fork can be rubbed so that the shadow of the person can be seen.

Several other people picked up the knife and fork gracefully, skillfully cutting the steak meat on the plate, only Wen Xichun, who was holding the knife and fork, refused to cut it.

Yao Jingrong was sitting next to him, seeing his hesitant look, he felt like teasing him.

He poked Wen Xichun with his elbow, with a smile that was not a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Why, do you need me to cut it for you?"

Overtly and secretly, he seemed to be mocking him for not being able to use a knife and fork.

Wen Xichun shook his head, forked a few pieces of broccoli, drank two more sips of red wine, and stopped using the knife and fork.

Although the food was exquisitely served on the plate and the aroma was lingering, for some reason, he had no appetite at all, and even looking at the bloody pieces of meat on the plate, he felt a little nauseous.

Yao Jingrong cut a piece of steak, looked at it silently, and then put it down. He also only ate some vegetables and fruits and didn't move his chopsticks again.

The meal was uninteresting, only the school supervisor and the kind-faced old man had a happy chat, chatting wildly.

Next to Wen Xichun sat the lady in fur, she held the knife and fork skillfully and naturally, cut off a small piece of meat and looked carefully, as if she was a little hesitant.

"What's the matter, Ms. Yang, the food is not to your liking?" the school supervisor asked with a smile,

The lady shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally slowly put the piece of meat into her mouth.

At first, she chewed very little, and her brows were tightly furrowed, but after a while, her brows were obviously relaxed, her chewing movements became faster and faster, and the speed of cutting meat became more and more agile, even showing a trace of anxiety means.

In the end, she began to gorge on the meat, like a ruthless eating machine, and even a little sweat broke out on her forehead while eating.

Seeing this scene, Wen Xichun completely lost his appetite.

The smell of meat permeated the air, arousing the greediness of most people. They began to feast on it, praising it as the most beautiful thing in the world, and the atmosphere gradually changed from depressing to cheerful and peaceful.

At the end of the dinner, except for Yao Jingrong and Wen Xichun, almost everyone ate with oily faces, their small mouths seemed to have just drunk a lot of oil, but they still had to maintain a high-quality education, and wiped their mouths with a handkerchief with their little fingers raised.

Seeing this situation, Wen Xichun, who hadn't had a drop of water since morning, suddenly felt his stomach churning, almost subconsciously, he raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, and I want to go back to rest early." Wen Xichun felt that if he continued to stay overnight, he would jump two meters high.

"Do you need me to take you back?" The school supervisor hurriedly got up and smiled softly.

Wen Xichun waved his hand: "Go ahead, I won't bother."

Yao Jingrong also stood up: "I'm full too, I'm sorry, excuse me."

Walking through the narrow and dark corridor, Wen Xichun was still rubbing his poor little belly, Yao Jingrong followed closely behind, and suddenly asked: "I've been hungry all day, and this is all I want to eat?"

"That thing smells like vomiting, don't you feel that way?"

Yao Jingrong took a deep breath, and his smile gradually faded: "Yes."

Yao Jingrong paused, as if he was hesitant to say the next sentence.

"Do you know the essential difference between humans and animals?"