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

Wen Xichun glanced at Yao Jingrong, waved his hand, and signaled him to go out first.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, followed by the sound of the door closing violently. With a bang, the clocks on the wall trembled.

Wen Xichun didn't want to waste time with her, so he went straight to the point: "Okay, the person in the way is gone, you can tell me now, what time did you first see your school supervisor this morning?"

"Brother Wen, what do you like to eat, and what color do you like?" But Bai Jian didn't seem to intend to tell him the truth, and even changed the subject, saying something.

"Bai Jian, I'm not joking with you. This matter is very important. I beg you, please tell me." Facing such an eccentric person, Wen Xichun had already lost his patience.

Bai Jian stood up with a "wow", her eyebrows raised, she stepped towards Wen Xichun with her slender legs, she seemed to think that Wen Xichun with this attitude was ridiculous.

"So I'm just a tool man stepping stone to your glorious career? You have nothing else to say to me?"

Wen Xichun was so annoyed, he only met this girl in the morning, and he said that Po Datian was a familiar stranger, and he was a policeman, so it was his job to investigate her. TM is like a lunatic, and it is difficult to communicate in human language.

"I like to eat catfish and eggplant, and I like brown." But, besides following her, what can I do to take her by myself.

Bai Jian is not unreasonable, but if she is to be reasonable, she must be made happy first.

This time, Bai Jian finally showed a smile, she walked over gracefully and took Wen Xichun's arm, and rubbed her small face affectionately on his shoulder: "Catfish and eggplant, although the home economics teacher only taught us how to cook Western food, But for you, I will work hard to learn Chinese food, and in the future, I will only wear brown clothes to show you whether it is okay."

Wen Xichun sighed a long time in his heart, and forced a smile: "Okay."

The word "good" reveals a little helplessness.

"That's right, if you treat me well, of course I won't treat you badly." Bai Jian smiled, "The first time I saw the school supervisor was at the early morning meeting to pray at seven o'clock sharp. I went to see her in the training room at ten o'clock, we had breakfast at eight o'clock sharp, and we had Mandarin class between 09:30 and [-]:[-], and that was it."

Wen Xichun nodded: "So during the period from seven o'clock to ten o'clock, you haven't seen the school supervisor."

Bai Jian nodded: "However, this time period is the school supervisor's personal prayer time, and I don't usually see it, not only today."

"Then, who arranged the basement you took me to?"

"I don't know, is it important?" Bai Jian raised her legs with a smile, "I'm only responsible for enjoying the atmosphere, and I don't care who arranged it."

Typical white and concise speech.

"Then you know whether the head on the wall is real or not."

"It's true, I took it down and studied it." Bai Jian was still smiling, with a relaxed tone.

"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Xichun curiously asked a digression.

"I am afraid of the living, but what is the fear of the dead? Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

Wen Xichun couldn't help but fell into deep thought. If it was a living person's head, where did so many heads come from? As Captain Xu said, Zand Island is a place outside the law, and the outside world has no way of knowing what happened. , so maybe there were more than one murder here, but they were all cleverly concealed because of the location.

While contemplating, his eyes fell on Bai Jian's legs unconsciously. Apart from the wounds caused by some sharp weapons, there seemed to be chilblains, but it was normal, and it was unreasonable not to have chilblains when walking around with bare legs in such a cold day. .

Although this girl is strange, she is only a teenage girl after all.

Wen Xichun fumbled in his pocket to find out the small medical kit he was carrying with him. After so many years in the police force, it is normal for him to have bumps in the field, so he developed the habit of carrying the medical kit.

"Relax your legs." Wen Xichun took out the gauze and tore off a piece, applied some iodophor on her wound, and then gently wrapped it around Bai Jian's knee.

Bai Jian lowered her head and watched quietly, one hand stretched out unconsciously to touch Wen Xichun's shoulder.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of being cared about." She muttered in a daze, her eyes turned slightly red unconsciously.

"Your parents also care about you, but they may not be good at expressing, so you have to be obedient."

Bai Jian smiled: "Brother Wen, don't tell others to be kind. Don't you believe me? The children who are sent to this school are all abandoned by their parents. If it wasn't for murder and breaking the law, we would have gone to the school a long time ago. I've seen Hades."

Wen Xichun didn't speak, because he lived in a harmonious family with loving parents, perhaps only his younger sister was an exception, so he couldn't personally understand the thoughts of these children.

"If your child is a masochist, deformed, or mentally ill, will you have the patience to raise him well, and will you be able to bear the eyes of the world?" Bai Jian's voice choked up quietly.

This time, Wen Xichun raised his head and spoke firmly:

"I will, although I may feel sorry and feel unfair, but that is my child, what can I do, if others despise us, then stop dating, my circle of friends is more than one, not more, less He's a lot."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden gravity on the body, and the curly hair with fragrance hung down and scratched Wen Xichun's face.

Bai Jian hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her eyelids: "It would be nice if you were my father."

It's just that less than half a minute after being sensational, the girl suddenly straightened up again, and put her arms around Wen Xichun's arm with a smile, with tears in her eyes: "Brother Wen, no matter what happens, I will protect you with my life."

The naive oath made people want to laugh, but it was also true. Perhaps from this moment on, Bai Jian would no longer be that weird little girl, but transformed into an adult who could take care of herself.

****

When going out, Yao Jingrong stood outside looking at his phone.

Wen Xichun glanced, and said softly: "The phone is held upside down."

Yao Jingrong put away the phone, plausibly said: "I like to look backwards."

Now that people have said so, Wen Xichun doesn't intend to continue meddling in other people's business.

However, Wen Xichun ignored him, and Yao Jingrong, who had been following him all the time, couldn't hold his breath.

"What did the girl say?"

"The time is relatively consistent, but we'll wait and see what happens when the monitoring is called over there."

"There's no need to wait for the monitoring. Just now Captain Xu sent a message saying that tomorrow is the school celebration, and the school asked to let go of the case investigation."

Wen Xichun sneered: "It's just a school celebration, it's more important than human life."

"In the world of capital, human life is the most trivial thing."

After wandering around the school for two days, even though I searched deliberately, I never saw the girl who asked for help in a panic when I first came. She seemed to have evaporated from the world, and even Bai Jian had no impression of her at all.

The shadow of the murder case hangs over Songyue Girls' High School, making the already dark sky even more cloudy.

The prayer bell rang, and the long table behind him was filled with delicacies as usual, and it also looked like blood hula as usual.

Breakfast and lunch are all normal, but dinner looks unsatisfactory, but it seems that other than Wen Xichun don't care about it, on the contrary, they are even looking forward to it, the old man with gray beard has been talking about it since four o'clock in the afternoon , and even half-jokingly and half-seriously said that it would be great if he could invite the dinner cook back to his home.

The top seat at the long table was the school manager, the Englishman with a big nose, and on the left and right sides were the school supervisor and the director of administration. Hearing that the principal was resting in the room today because of illness, he didn't come.

The Englishman babbled at the top, and the principal’s wife kept smiling, and after listening, she politely translated to everyone:

"Mr. Harry said that because some accidents have brought you a bad experience, he hereby apologizes to everyone on behalf of Songyue, and promises to give corresponding compensation, but I still hope that everyone can temporarily forget the troubles and enjoy every day to the fullest. Meals, after all, there is an old saying in our country, food is the most important thing for the people, everyone eats and drinks well, if you have any needs, just ask, we will definitely satisfy everyone."

Looking at the bone-in steak exuding a strange smell on the plate, Wen Xichun picked up the fork and poked it lightly. He lost his appetite and even felt a little nauseous.

Yao Jingrong was also silent, but out of politeness, he simply ate some vegetables and fruits instead.

After dinner, a group of people stood chatting at the entrance of the auditorium. When talking about the murder case, the school supervisor expressed great regret:

"Ms. Yang can be said to be a benchmark figure in the medical beauty industry. The benchmark has fallen. I don't know if the industry will suffer heavy losses."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, frowned and shook her head.

"However, this matter is strange. Why did Ms. Yang leave suddenly, and she was killed in the back mountain by such a coincidence." The white-bearded old man rubbed his crutches thoughtfully.

"That's right, the school celebration will be tomorrow, why did it go so suddenly." Another guest echoed.

"It's inconvenient for us to ask about personal matters. It's getting late, everyone go back to rest early." The school supervisor bowed slightly to everyone respectfully, with a meaningful smile still on the corners of his lips.

The white-bearded old man immediately expressed his opinion and stretched out his hand: "Thank you for the hospitality."

It's just that when the hand was halfway up, it suddenly retracted.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and sent his hands over again.

Although it was an extremely subtle movement, Wen Xichun still noticed that there was a very serious scar on the tiger's mouth of the old man's right hand, which looked like a tooth mark. Even though it seemed to have passed for a long time, it was still very obvious.

After everyone dispersed, Wen Xichun was not in a hurry to go back to the room, but walked to the back of the teaching building, avoiding everyone's sight.

"Where are you going?" Yao Jingrong called to stop him.

"Bai Jian told me a story, I was a little concerned, and wanted to read it." Wen Xichun walked quickly through the teaching building, then through the dormitory building, and came to the lake at the corner of the school.

"That girl is not normal, can't you see it." Yao Jingrong frowned, showing dissatisfaction with Bai Jian between the lines.

Wen Xichun looked at the calm lake without looking back: "Then what is normal? Is it normal for you to draw conclusions without verification?"

Yao Jingrong glared at him, but said nothing.

The two came to the grass beside the lake, and one of them squatted down. Wen Xichun whispered:

"I heard that in the early days of the school, there was a deformed girl who was bullied and bullied and committed suicide by jumping into the lake. The girl named Jiang Yu disappeared mysteriously, I want to see if it is the work of ghosts."