The Underworld Detective

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I called Wang Yuanchao and said quickly: "Uncle Wang, report to me the school where the two deceased graduated!"

Wang Yuanchao reported it again, and sure enough they were in the same high school. I asked, "Are they in the same class?"

Wang Yuanchao replied: "Not quite sure. I am in this school now, but they can't find the files ..."

I called, "Location tells me, I'll be right here!"

Huang Xiaotao and I rushed to that high school. Wang Yuanchao was at the archives office at the moment. A bunch of files were piled up on the table. It seemed to be looking for a long time. I told the persons in charge the names of the three deceased and asked, "Are there no three of them?"

Humane responsible: "Which term?"

I thought about it and gave a guess: "It's probably like the 9th and 96th sessions."

The person in charge looked for it and wondered to himself: "Strange, why are you missing?"

After searching for a long time, and still found nothing, Huang Xiaotao said, "Call the principal and ask!"

The person in charge called to the principal and learned from the principal that the school was in a fire half a year ago and burned some of its files, including the 1995 and 1996 sessions, so it was missing.

No wonder Wang Yuanchao has never found it, the original file is gone.

I hurried: "Don't your files be registered in the warehouse?"

The principal's expression was a little awkward: "Our school has a normal rate of enrollment, and we can't recruit many students every year, so if you can't keep up with the funds, you don't engage in information storage!"

I thought to myself, would the fire be done by imitators half a year ago? If this is the case, the serial killings are deliberate.

Without a file, we can only find the teacher of that session to investigate, and soon the principal brought a group of teachers. Speaking of the names of these three girls, most of the class teachers were not impressed. After all, they brought too many classes, and only one head teacher remembered it.

The class teacher recalled: "I remember that their grades were not very good. They often played together as if they were living in a dormitory."

"Living in a dormitory?" I hurried: "There are no three people in the dormitory. What is the name of the other?"

I have a vague feeling that the fourth person may be the next victim or the killer.

The head teacher knocked on his bare head and thought for a long time: "What's Xiao Lan ... Ji Xiaolan? Right? Oh, I remember, Lin Xiaolan."

I asked, "Are you sure?"

The head teacher nodded: "OK, because this child won the New Concept Composition Award for that year and was quite impressed."

A Chinese teacher beside him also echoed that it really happened.

I asked them how their relationship was, and the class teacher said it was good. As a teacher, I probably don't know what's going on in the girls' dormitory.

There are only so many clues that can be found here. We walked out of campus, Huang Xiaotao took out his mobile phone to check. I asked what to check. Huang Xiaotao said: "The New Concept Composition Award was reported by the budding magazine, and it should be available on the Internet. "

I smiled excitedly: "Oh, I didn't expect it."

Huang Xiaotao gave me a mocking glance: "When you went to school, you didn't pay attention to this at all?"

I admitted with shame: "30 points for the college entrance examination composition!"

Huang Xiaotao found the award-winning composition of the year and read it with affection and enthusiasm. After reading half of it, he suddenly stopped reading and said, "It's too long. Don't read it. I'll just call the magazine to find this person."

She contacted the budding magazine and talked for 20 minutes, and finally sent a copy of Lin Xiaolan's home address during registration.

This address was ten years ago, and now may have moved. Huang Xiaotao asked Wang Yuanchao to check it immediately, and Wang Yuanchao left without a word.

Huang Xiaotao and I returned to the car. Huang Xiaotao said, "Let's read the article written by Lin Xiaolan!"

I took out my mobile phone and asked her to forward it to me. It turned out that Lin Xiaolan published an autobiographical novel, which mainly described some of the content of the beginning of emotional sinus. Maybe my emotional intelligence is low? I felt sore, and turned quickly.

Huang Xiaotao, however, took it very seriously, admiring while looking at it, "It's a good writing. The author must be a sensitive and slender girl."

I said, "I really admire these novelists, how can I write so many words!"

Huang Xiaotao gave me a white look: "That's because your nerves are big, your sensitivity is too low, and your expression ability is poor."

I pulled down the black line of my head, Huang Xiaotao patted my shoulder and said, "Why, hurt? You can't have advantages all over your body."

I pretended to be light-hearted: "It's all right, I'm not at all in my heart."

Reading the novel was really painful for me. I even wanted to sleep a little. At this time, Huang Xiaotao called out, "Look at this!"

I went to see that it was a novel that reflected bullying in school. The protagonist claimed to be Xiao Jing, because Xiao Jing's family was poor and poor, and he became the object of collective bullying by three people in the dormitory. The three girls spit sputum in her shoes, put chewing gum in her hair, took out her diary and read it out loud, or intentionally lost her daily necessities.

Xiaojing chose to swallow her patience in the face of bullying, but the three roommates even worsened! She slapped her on the floor, slapped her head, pressed her head into the toilet, watered her while she was sleeping, and burned the sweater her mother had sent her in front of her.

This novel described the crazy bullying of the three girls in a calm tone. The words were shocking, and I could not help biting my fingers.

Later, Xiao Jing met a boy, and the joy of love made her temporarily forget that ‘hell named dorm’. But what happened after that made her never forgive the three girls!

On a rainy night, three housemates snatched her cell phone, read the short message between her and her boyfriend, and made fun of it. Xiaojing screamed desperately, "Give me back! Give me back!" They ignored them.

The three thought of a fun prank, wrote a text message to Xiaojing's boyfriend, lied that they were sick, and had a high fever of 40 degrees.

As a result, the boyfriend was hung up by a truck on the way coming from the rain and ran over him ...

After the incident, the three came to apologize, but the words were full of threats, threatening her not to tell the past things, or to make her look good. Xiao Jing still chose to be silent, and then struck them dead with a knife late at night.

Xiao Jing knelt in a pool of blood, waiting for the trial to come, but her heart was empty.

The novel ended in such a tragedy. After reading it, my chest seemed to be depressed with a rock, and I couldn't breathe for a long time. Huang Xiaotao reacted more violently than I did. She cried tears and wet the phone screen.

I don't know what to say, and comforted me: "Cry fast if you want to cry. There are no outsiders here."

Huang Xiaotao was like opening the gate to release water, and a cry of wow flew into my arms and cried. I patted her gently: "Remember something sad?"

Huang Xiaotao nodded and waited for a while before sobbing and said sobbingly: "When I was a kid ... I was also bullied by a girl older than me ... bullied ... I feel so sad when I remember ..."