Xiang Qingxi.
Qiong Cang chewed on the name carefully, and a strange emotion appeared in his chest.
The abnormal feeling is of course not because of this fake name, but the prototype behind the character.
The copy plot of the analysis of this murder was adapted from a real case many years ago.
The characters are all pseudonyms, the appearance has been greatly adjusted, and some backgrounds have also been blurred, but it is still very good to infer the specific age and location of it.
After all, every year and every region, there are different college entrance examination centers and current political hotspots.
This should have been the virtual world more than 30 years ago.
At Xiang Qingxi's age and under such conditions, even if Sanyao blocked the memory of the sky for the sake of the game's fairness, she could still easily infer Xiang Qingxi's prototype.
Qionggong subconsciously did not want this beautiful woman to be found out about her unbearable past, and at the same time felt that such an idea was too naive, which would affect her thinking and prevent her from staying awake.
After all, she herself doesn't know this woman, and should even be said to be unfamiliar, so she shouldn't make too many predictions.
It is very rare for the sky to have such contradictory and useless thoughts, but the time when the other party appeared was very short, and the impact left on her was too far-reaching. , so that she has no intention of changing.
No matter how smart she is, she still has the inferiority that human beings should have.
Therefore, even when Qiongcang saw Xiang Qingxi for the first time, he had an intuition that the other party would be a key NPC, but he still avoided her subconsciously.
That's why, when Qiongcang happened to bump into this woman who kept flashing in her mind at the door of the dormitory, she still flashed a trace of discomfort.
Xiang Qingxi also saw her, came over quickly and asked, "Dongyan, are you alright?"
For the first time in the game, the sky heard her voice.
Clear and soft, it fits her image very well.
There was an eagerness in her tone when she asked, which made people clearly feel her concern.
Looks like a gentle person.
Qiong Cang was stunned and shook his head.
Xiang Qingxi stared at her for a while, then asked, "Why didn't you go to class today?"
Qiong Cang said, "I don't want to go to class."
Xiang Qingxi: "What happened last night
I heard a lot of movement next door. "
Qiong: "Nothing."
Xiang Qingxi hesitated, then said, "Is your roommate okay
You didn't go up today, I went to ask them, and their response was strange. "
Qiong still shook his head.
Xiang Qingxi frowned slightly, with a sad look on his face: "Are you really all right?"
Qiong Cang's gaze went over her shoulder, glanced at the security door behind the cute poster, and asked, "Is there anyone in your dormitory today?"
Xiang Qingxi: "No."
Qiong Cang: "Then can I sleep in your dormitory for a while?"
"Yes, yes..." Xiang Qingxi asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to class at noon?"
Qiong said, "I'm tired."
Xiang Qingxi's worried expression did not seem to be fake, his lips opened and closed, but he stopped talking.
In the end, as if remembering something, he felt in his side pocket and found a small handful of orange-flavored hard candy.
She grabbed Qiong's hand and stuffed it.
Xiang Qingxi was completely different from the people in Qiong Cang's memory.
I don't know if Sanyao made too many adjustments to this character, or if her mother at that time was just like that.
Even so, it was still hard for her not to connect the two.
The other party always likes to use this method as a comfort and reward to others, which once made her feel perfunctory and naive.
Qionggong looked down at the orange-yellow candy in his palm and asked, "Do you like this kind of candy?"
"Yup."
Xiang Qingxi smiled and said, "Don't you think this flavor of candy is delicious
Eating it can make people feel good, and the school is not expensive. "
Qiong Cang clenched his hands tightly, put it back in his pocket, and said, "Thank you."
Xiang Qingxi said, "I'm going to class now, so you can rest well.
If you don't want to go back, you can stay at night. "
She left the key to the sky and waved her hand: "I'll go first, the swallow is still waiting for me outside."
Xiang Qingxi trotted away all the way, and because of her appearance, pink bubbles that were different from usual kept popping up in the live broadcast room.
"What kind of little angel is this
Doesn't look like a bad guy. "
"As long as I always follow netizens to counter pressure, I'm definitely right.
The murderer is her! "
"This model is built, it's too eccentric, isn't it worth it to others
You see, even Sanyao's staff can only get the appearance of a middle-aged strange uncle, and the artists have no heart. "
"She is a key figure for sure, which means that most of them know.
Not necessarily the murderer, not necessarily the good guy. "
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Qiongcang held the key and entered Xiang Qingxi's dormitory.
She pulled away the chair, sat down at the table, and glanced at the items on the other's table.
She originally came to find clues, but to her surprise, Xiang Qingxi's dormitory was very "clean", leaving almost no information related to the plot.
The number of homework and exercise books left in the dormitory is sparse, and the handwriting is clear and the grades are stable.
Items are arranged neatly and are all necessities of life.
The clothes in the wardrobe are all popular styles, with a faint aroma of soap.
The drawers store the most common hair ropes, no expensive accessories.
All the details are in line with the character of her poor student, which makes people unable to find a sense of disobedience.
Qiong lifted his bag and sat in front of the table eating snacks seriously.
With such a result, even she couldn't help but suspect that Xiang Qingxi was just a simple NPC.
Qiongcang took out his phone and looked at the time.
She looked up quickly, but it was three o'clock in the afternoon of game time.
The next clue in the dormitory building may not appear until the evening.
Qiongcang was hesitating whether to go to the classroom or not, when there was a sudden twisting sound from the keyhole on the door.
Then a girl walked in from behind the door.
When the other party saw her in the room, his face was slightly surprised, but it quickly faded away.
A line of small print floated around her.
"Xu Manyan, classmate (2), classmate before class, poor student."
Qiong licked the biscuits off his lips and nodded to her in greeting.
Xu Manyan asked, "Winter Yan
Why are you here
I heard Xiaoxi say, you missed class this morning? "
Qiong Cang said slowly: "I don't want to go to class."
"Is it because of Xu You?"
Xu Manyan rolled her eyes and sneered, "If he still falls ill, I'll find someone to teach him a lesson! It's not over yet!"
Qiong said: "No need.
I just don't want to go to class.
How about you
Haven't you finished class yet? "
Xu Manyan: "Physical education class, free activities."
She divided the bag in her hand and put it on Xiang Qingxi's table.
Qiong looked at it and asked, "What is this?"
"This month's poverty subsidy.
I took it to her on the way. "
Xu Manyan looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Are you really okay?"
Qiong: "It's okay."
Xu Manyan whispered, stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, comforting: "If you want to open up, it has nothing to do with you, don't care what they say."
Qiongcang raised his head, looked at her, and said, "They are right."
"What's right! I said you—" This sentence seemed to pierce Xu Manyan's anger, and her expression instantly became excited, but when she was halfway through speaking, she was forcibly suppressed.
She pursed her lower lip, readjusted her mood, and said, "I'll go first, the teacher will call you later."
Qiong: "Okay."
Xu Manyan walked to the door, looked back at her again, and then closed the door and left.
Qiong opened the bag and counted the contents.
A red envelope.
The firmament was opened and counted, and there was a thousand dollars in cash.
A shopping mall card.
Look at the face value of the card, it is five hundred dollars.
A stack of canteen coupons.
A rough estimate is between six and seven hundred.
Two seasonal clothes.
All are fast-moving brands.
It's not very expensive, but the fabric is comfortable to the touch.
And a few more books.
It looks old, but it is still intact, almost undamaged.
Qiongcang picked up the phone, turned it twice in his palm, tapped the screen, and sent a text message to He Jueyun.
Qiongcang: The subsidy for poor students in No. 1 Middle School is very high.
He Jueyun: How tall is it
The poverty subsidy is almost to provide food and clothing, but how can you get rich
The sky reported the contents of the bag and sent it over.
He Jueyun was shocked after reading it.
This cost of living is much higher than that of ordinary high school students.
He Jueyun: Is this a semester
The poverty subsidy for high school students given by City A seems to be 1500 per school year.
Qiong Cang: The person who sent it said it was this month.
There are several similar bags in the back of the cabinet in the dormitory, which should indeed be issued on a monthly basis.
He Jueyun: How is that possible
He Jueyun: The owner of the canteen said that in order to save money, Tian Yun often went to him to buy some items that were about to expire, and sometimes he had to rely on Zhou Nansong to invite him to dinner.
If her poverty allowance also has so much, there is no need for this at all.
Qiongcang: So the poverty subsidy in No. 1 Middle School is graded, and there is a big difference in grades
So what are the criteria for judgment
score
Personal preferences
He Jueyun was quiet for a while.
He Jueyun: Just answered the phone.
He Jueyun: Because you said before that Tian Yun and Xiang Qingxi are both poor students, I specially checked the relevant information after I came back.
Qiongcang: Are there many poor students in this school
He Jueyun: Many.
In response to the call, No. 1 Middle School specially recruited a group of poor students. The school has advertised many times, and the Education Bureau has also taken them as positive cases and gave them a lot of discounts.
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He Jueyun: No. 1 Middle School is a good high school in City A, and it cooperates with several universities.
In the past two years, several more names have been won for poor students.
Last year, and the year before, there were poor students who were recommended to be admitted to prestigious universities.
It has also attracted a lot of donations from the community.
Qiong: What about this year
Guess quota should be out at this time, right
He Jueyun: I just contacted the people at the Education Bureau and asked, and I will let you know when the result is out.