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

There is a sign hanging directly above the double-opening brown wooden door, with three characters written in square fonts on it:

"Teaching room"

And the sound came from here.

Wen Xichun hesitated for a while, and finally bent down slightly and pressed his ear to the door.

There was a faint whimpering sound from inside, like crying of grievance, intermittent, but it seemed that he didn't dare to make a sound deliberately, and it could be heard that he was really trying to restrain the crying.

"Take the school rules as a wind, what can you be wronged?" A cold and deep scolding sound came from inside.

If you guessed right, the one inside is the school supervisor, but it is unknown who the other one is.

"Stretch out your hand." The supervisor said abruptly again.

"I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, please." Finally, the timid voice came out again with a trembling voice, which sounded like an introverted and gentle little girl.

"Stretch out." In a non-negotiable commanding tone.

After these words were said, the room was silent for a few seconds, and then there was a rustling sound like clothes rubbing together, accompanied by a crisp "pop" sound.

"Songyue school rules No. 20, three items, no makeup under any circumstances, no skin care products!"

There was another crisp "snap", like the sound of a sheet hitting flesh.

Wen Xichun couldn't help frowning, the pain in the skin and flesh seemed to be pumping on his body, and his scalp felt numb when he heard it.

Just after this sound lasted for 10 minutes, there was a "bang", as if something was thrown on the ground, like a ruler or something.

"Copy the school rules ten times and hand them over to me before the lights are turned off tomorrow night. Go out." In the silence, the deep voice of the principal was even more gloomy.

There were soft footsteps in the room, and Wen Xichun hurriedly leaned over and hid behind the door frame on one side.

The wooden door was opened, and a slender girl in a uniform came out from inside. Her long slightly curly hair hung down, covering her face and making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

Wen Xichun paid special attention to the girl's hand. Sure enough, she had been severely beaten in the training room just now, her left hand was swollen and swollen, and there were even faint blood oozing out.

Sobbing, the girl wiped her eyes with her other surviving hand, bowed respectfully into the door, closed it, and limped towards the stairs.

Wen Xichun hurried to catch up, but he was afraid of scaring the girl, so he could only keep a distance of one meter away from her and follow her, walking as lightly as possible.

The girl was holding on to the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and it seemed that her leg was also injured. It was very difficult for her to go down the stairs. After stepping down the steps with one foot, the other foot moved slowly down the steps, which was slow and unbendable.

In just 21 steps, the girl insisted on walking for more than ten minutes.

After finally going down, I didn’t take two steps, and it was another long flight of stairs——

Wen Xichun couldn't bear it, and wanted to step forward to help, but he was afraid of being too abrupt, so after thinking about it, he could only call softly from behind as a reminder:

"Student, do you need help?"

Hearing the sound, the girl's movement of going downstairs suddenly stopped, she turned her head slowly, and an extremely delicate face appeared in Wen Xichun's sight.

"Who are you?" The girl looked very vigilant.

"I am the special guest of your school celebration this time. My surname is Wen, and I am a police officer from the Huiyuan Criminal Investigation Bureau." Wen Xichun hurriedly reported his family to dispel the girl's worries.

Sure enough, upon hearing this self-introduction, the girl seemed a little relieved, and her fingers that were tightly gripping the handrail gradually relaxed.

Seeing that the girl didn't refuse, Wen Xichun walked over, took the girl's arm with one hand and took the initiative to act as a human crutch.

"Thank you, uncle." The girl thanked very politely.

Wen Xichun: "I'm only in my twenties, so I don't need to be called uncle."

When the girl heard this sentence, she burst out laughing, but felt that something was wrong, so she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and smiled apologetically at Wen Xichun.

On the way, the girl took the initiative to chat with Wen Xichun.

"I heard that the guests invited this time are all prominent figures in the society. How could there be police officers?" After saying this, the girl immediately realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly added, "I mean... It's strange, the other guests are all well-known entrepreneurs or celebrities, why are there... the police."

Wen Xichun looked at the ground silently, he wanted to know why, but this was a task assigned by the police station, so he couldn't ask further.

"My name is Bai Jian." The girl suddenly took the initiative to say her name.

Wen Xichun hadn't dealt with girls much before, so he didn't know what to say, so he could only reply a little dullly: "My name is Wen Xichun."

"But you were beaten in the admonition room just now because of something." The ulterior motives were not in the least, and part of the reason was that he couldn't bear to see the girl move, but the main reason was——

He wanted to get out of the girl's mouth the secret that had troubled him for a long time.

"Because of the...cream."

The girl raised her head, smiled wryly, her face was as pale as paper.

"It's just applying cream. Is it necessary to go too far?" Wen Xichun didn't understand.

He knew that many schools in China now ordered girls not to wear make-up, but put on cream...wait, how did this get discovered.

"Actually, it's not all the fault of the school supervisor. There has always been a strange legend in our school..." Bai Jian paused, as if hesitating to continue talking.

But looking back, seeing Wen Xichun's knowledge-hungry eyes, he smiled in relief and continued:

"It is rumored that in the early days of the school, there was a girl in the school who was born with a deformity, and the entire right side of her face was shrunk into a ball. Because of this, the girl was ridiculed and bullied by her classmates, and she threw herself into the lake after being humiliated. The resentment is too deep, and the resentment condenses into a ghost that roams the campus, and once a student saw her ghost, she would ask that student, am I pretty."

A typical campus ghost story, nothing new at all.

"But whether you answer or not, she will take the student's face away, kill her and throw her into the back of the school."

The girl hugged her body tightly, as if the ghost story she told frightened herself.

"That's why the school stipulates that students can't make up, can't dress beautifully, and can't leave the dormitory after the lights are turned off at nine o'clock."

This is interesting.

Wen Xichun asked rhetorically, "Didn't your teacher teach you that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all ghosts and monsters are reactionaries?"

Bai Jian shook her head: "Our teachers are all Catholic and believe in the existence of ghosts and gods. Moreover, you have to admit that there are indeed many students who disappeared for no reason. There was one last year. Parents even found the school. Falling into the lake is an excuse to prevaricate, and if you lose a sum of money, let it go."

This sentence is really a bit unreasonable. If a kid from a rich family dies accidentally, how much does the school have to pay to let people just let it go.

Seeing Wen Xichun in a daze, the girl smiled again: "I think it's a joke, right?"

Wen Xichun nodded, then shook his head immediately.

"Although others don't say it, they are like a mirror in their hearts. We are actually abandoned by our parents."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes slowly, frowning into a ball, feeling even more incredible about the girl's remarks.

"On the surface, we are sent here to receive elite education in the upper class, but in fact, the students sent here have various problems of their own, whether physical or psychological."

"Transvestism, homosexuality, persecution paranoia, cognitive impairment... This school is composed of such people." Bai Jian said, suddenly bent down, slowly lifted her skirt, and took off half of her stockings.

Her knees and thighs were covered with dense scars, some were cut by knives, and there were also bruises caused by different degrees of impact. Some of them looked old, and some looked very fresh. They were shocking one by one.

"This...is someone bullying you?" Wen Xichun asked blankly.

Bai Jian smiled and shook her head, her charming eyes glowed with water:

"I cut it myself. I did it when I was very young. Self-mutilation can make me feel happy. Whenever I am restless, as long as there is pain, I can calm down."

Wen Xichun's heart skipped a beat, as if a nest of ants had exploded on the back of his neck, densely crawling all over his body.

"Our parents are well-known figures in society. They couldn't accept that their children had various problems. They were afraid of shame, so they sent us here. Even if they didn't go home for many years, they wouldn't ask about it. "

As Bai Jian said, she slowly raised her head, looking at the sky with lonely eyes.

Surrounded by trees here, the sun is blocked tightly, so it is in darkness all year round.

The students of Songyue Girls' High School couldn't remember how long they hadn't seen the sun.

"Brother Wen." Bai Jian suddenly called out sweetly, her voice was clear and sweet.

Wen Xichun was still in a daze. He couldn't digest such news for a while.

"Let me take you somewhere." Bai Jian suddenly took Wen Xichun's hand, like a girlfriend who talked about everything, and dragged him limping downstairs.

Wen Xichun was dragged all the way by her like this, and even completely forgot to struggle.

When they reached the first floor of the office building, Bai Jian didn't stop. There was a staircase below the first floor. It was dark and crowded, and there was no light. Even if they were facing each other, they couldn't see each other.

Bai Jian fumbled in her pocket a few times and took out a lighter.

With a "click", the swaying flame suddenly illuminated a small area.

There was an iron door in front of him. There were many human figure reliefs carved on the iron door, and it was covered with rust. Only the bolt lock on the iron door looked like it was recently replaced.

Bai Jian raised her foot and scratched twice in the corner, and with a bang, she dug out a thin wire from the dust.

The kid seemed really not a good person. After picking up the wire, he skillfully pushed the wire into the keyhole, turned off the lighter, and leaned over to listen carefully to the change of the wire in the keyhole.

"Where did you learn it?" Wen Xichun's jaw almost fell to the ground in astonishment.

Bai Jian smiled: "If a person spends too much time, he will learn many things that cannot be learned in books."

With a crisp sound, the iron lock was snapped open.

At this time, Bai Jian didn't rush to open the door to go in, but stood there, in the darkness, with an overly weird smile on her lips.

"Brother Wen, if you read what's inside, then we'll be best friends for the rest of our lives."

This sentence is really creepy, but Wen Xichun can only take it as an adolescent girl's overly persistent pursuit of friendship.

In the darkness, a hand slowly touched his arm.

Wen Xichun was startled, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

But that hand still reluctantly leaned over, groped and slid all the way on Wen Xichun's arm, and finally stopped after reaching his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the cold and slender fingers tightly hooked his little finger.