hearse drift

This old bastard failed to reach Xie Baiyuan's ears through layers of curtains.Guo Xiangming cursed and cursed, gritted his teeth and heroically contributed his integrity to the clues, and howled behind the curtain like he had lost his sons and grandchildren.

Fang Li lowered his voice and asked Xie Baiyuan: "It's so miserable, won't it really hurt you?"

Xie Baiyuan said casually: "It's okay, if something really happened, I've already worked hard with me."

While talking, he leaned over and pulled the registration book on the table over, and greeted Fang Li, "Have you brought your mobile phone with you?"

Fang Li nodded.

Xie Baiyuan seldom uses smartphones, but Fang Li always keeps his mobile phone with him.

After all, the mobile phone is not only useful for surfing the Internet, it can be used to record a voice in the dungeon, or as an emergency flashlight.

Xie Baiyuan raised his chin: "Take a picture of these."

He originally wanted to go directly, but it was too arrogant to do so. Once they left, the school doctor would immediately find that something was missing.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he resorted to taking pictures of the contents of the register with his mobile phone.

The tacit understanding between the two made Fang Li immediately understand Xie Baiyuan's intentions.

He recalled the date he had just spotted in the newspaper, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and said to Xie Baiyuan: "Wait, let's shoot the one in January first."

Xie Baiyuan glanced at him, did not ask why, but cooperatively turned the register to the records in January.

Although January is the winter vacation, the third-year students of Tianshen Middle School all returned to school ten days in advance to make up lessons under the arrangement of the school.

The school infirmary is also open during this period, but not many students are received every day.

It happened that the incident of the "Girl in the third grade of junior high school was depressed and committed suicide" happened at this time.

The voice of the school doctor came from behind the curtain: "It should be just under pressure, it's not a big problem."

Xie Baiyuan coughed, followed by Guo Xiangming with an "ouch".

"Are you sure, I won't leave any sequelae?"

Xie Baiyuan also said: "You can show him again, he is not married this year."

"..." Guo Xiangming held back a good amount of insults in his heart.

Fang Li was in a hurry to take pictures, and he was worried that his hands would be too shaken to take pictures, so he focused all his attention on the photos instead of carefully reading the contents in the registration book.

However, Xie Baiyuan took a quick glance and found a phenomenon: since mid-January, the number of students visiting the infirmary every day has been on the rise.

Especially on January 1th, the list of students who came to the infirmary occupied an entire page of the registration book.

What happened on this day?

When Guo Xiangming came out from behind the curtain with a blushing face, Fang Li had just finished taking pictures.

A few photos were still taken. He took a cursory look and found that there was no important information on those pages, so he deleted the taken photos.

Guo Xiangming clenched his fists and cleared his throat. The two turned around. Xie Baiyuan hooked Fang Li's shoulder with one hand and put the other hand behind his back. He calmly restored the registration book to its original state.

Xie Baiyuan mouthed a sentence: "Happy cooperation."

Guo Xiangming: Happy you uncle.

As soon as the four of them walked out of the infirmary, Guo Xiangming couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? What did you find?"

Fang Li was looking at the photos in the album with his head down, when he heard the words, he replied, "Yes."

He took out the newspaper from his pocket, Xie Baiyuan took it, read it briefly, and then frowned.

Xie Baiyuan suddenly asked: "January 1?"

Fang Li: "Yes."

Guo Xiangming was confused by the two people's question and answer to each other like secret signs, scratched his head and said, "What is January 25?"

"The time when the student had an accident." Xie Baiyuan replied succinctly and threw the newspaper to him.

Fang Li dug up the records on January 25th, and the photos showed that there were a lot of students who came to the infirmary that day, roughly 100 more students than the day before.

At that time, there were only more than 400 students in the school. It is conceivable how spectacular the phenomenon of nearly a quarter of the students pouring into the infirmary was.

Almost all of these students have the word "consultation" written next to their names.

"Could it be that the classmates around me committed suicide, leaving a psychological shadow?" Just as he was thinking, Guo Xiangming's voice came from behind.

Xie Baiyuan did not comment on this, but thought about it: "It seems that we have to find out about the girl's suicide first."

The other three agreed.

However, that being said, Ke Ling's ankle was injured and it was difficult for him to walk, so he naturally couldn't participate in the investigation.

Guo Xiangming carried her back to the dormitory, hesitated for a while and said to Xie Baiyuan: "You go, I will stay and take care of her."

Letting the wounded leave alone in the dungeon is almost tantamount to pushing people to the edge of the knife.

What's more, the wounded is his lover.

Fang Li nodded, and told him to be careful, but when he was about to turn around, Xie Baiyuan held his hand.

"Have you ever considered that she has grown a lot now compared to the beginning, and she doesn't need your 24-hour personal protection?" Xie Baiyuan naturally knew what he was thinking. He rarely commented on other people's decisions, just Guo Xiangming can be said to be one of the few people he knows who can be called a friend.

Guo Xiangming didn't seem to expect that he would say this. After lamenting that Xie Baiyuan, the bastard, finally found some conscience after meeting Fangli, he shook his head with a smile.

"From the beginning, I wanted to treat her unilaterally and protect her. Now that I have taken the first step, of course I must stick to it." Before closing the door, Guo Xiangming still had something to say to Xie Baiyuan.

His eyes lingered between Xie Baiyuan and Fang Li, and finally stopped on the hands of the two, and his tone was firm: "I think you know that when you like someone, the other person is not only your weakness, but also your armor. "

Xie Baiyuan lowered his eyes and smiled after a while.

He didn't quite agree with Guo Xiangming's words.

To him, Fang Li's weakness is indeed armor, but they should be comrades who can hold hands and face the enemy together.

In order to solve the mystery earlier, Fang Li and the others went to find Zong Jianhua, the director of politics and education who had received them at the beginning in the morning.

They asked Zong Jianhua about the situation of the girl in the third grade of junior high school. After Zong Jianhua read the newspaper, his expression froze and his face was not very good-looking.

"Hey, Master... This is indeed a student of our school, but she committed suicide for another reason, which is not the same thing we are asking you to solve."

The implication is that this girl's death is not your business.

Xie Baiyuan was not polite to him either. He didn't have the self-cultivation of a ghost exorcist who takes money to do things. He immediately said bluntly: "Is there any evidence to prove that there is no connection between these two things? We are here to assist you in the investigation. If If you don’t cooperate and this matter cannot be resolved, can you guarantee that there will be no more accidents among students?”

Zong Jianhua showed embarrassment: "This..."

His expression was already somewhat relaxed. After all, if a student had an accident in the school, the school should bear a great deal of responsibility.

If it is pursued, he, the director of politics and education, will bear the brunt of it.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and there were hurried footsteps outside the door. The person who came seemed to have something very important, even forgot to knock on the door, and pushed the door directly.

"What's wrong?" Zong Jianhua stood up subconsciously, with a faint premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the person who rushed in didn't have time to catch his breath, and hurriedly said: "Another student in class [-] has an accident!"

After a pause, he added to the people who hadn't reacted yet: "This time I drowned by the pool!"