"Aren't you not interested in solving crimes?" Song Yuhang tilted his head to fasten his seat belt, and Lin Yan also opened the car door and got in.
Her eyes are beautiful, and when the corners of her lips are curled up to smile, her eyebrows are raised, which is a bit cynical.
"But I'm interested in Team Song, I'll go wherever you go~"
Song Yuhang set off in gear, obviously not taking her joke to heart: "Oh, I thought forensic doctor Lin was only interested in money and men."
Lin Yan shook his head, obviously he was born in a wealthy family, but occasionally he would reveal the coquettish air in the streets and alleys.
"No and no, I appreciate all beautiful things, regardless of being a man or a woman"
The car was not far away, when the morning rush hour was blocked at the crossroads, Lin Yan held his head to count the traffic lights, and subconsciously said: "Turn left and take Changcheng Road, there is a small road that can go directly to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School"
Song Yuhang glanced at her and said calmly, "That road was sealed during the street renovation last year."
"Oh, is that so?" She changed her posture to make herself more comfortable, and slightly closed her eyes to rest her mind.
Because of this, he missed Song Yuhang's flashing sharp eyes.
Just after the morning self-study, the campus is full of vitality. It is midsummer, and the sun casts mottled light and shadows from the gaps in the camphor trees. Teenagers and girls in blue and white school uniforms walk side by side, or stand in the corridor reciting words, or in twos and threes Playing and running past them.
"Hey, what's for lunch? A Yunnan rice noodle shop just opened at the gate of the school. Do you want to try it?"
"Okay, okay, I want to eat spicy food!"
"I said that you have just finished breakfast, and you are starting to think about lunch"
"Hey, isn't that the same as someone looking forward to the end of class as soon as the bell rings?"
"Okay, dare to say me, stop for me!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
A gust of cool wind rushed past her, someone bumped her shoulder, and vaguely heard someone shouting "Lin Yan" in her ear.
She turned her head suddenly, thinking that she could see the person she missed day and night, but she saw Song Yuhang standing at the end of the corridor, wearing an ordinary white shirt, the cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing her white wrists, black suit pants were straight, and the sun was shining On her, chiseled.
"here"
The slightly intimate "Lin Yan" seemed to be just an illusion of her trance.
Lin Yan regained his composure and raised his heels.
"Hello, policeman." Song Yuhang showed his police officer ID: "I want to ask you to know what kind of person Ding Xue is."
The person who received them was the director of the third grade, a middle-aged man with balding hair. He sighed when he heard this name, and led them to sit down on the sofa.
"She's a nice person. Although she's young, she can be regarded as the teaching backbone of our No. 1 Middle School. If there's no such incident, she will be the teaching team leader for another two years. She has a bright future."
"What's your personality like? Are there any conflicts with students' parents and colleagues?"
"Contradictions?" He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "If you want to talk about conflicts, there is no conflict between any teacher, student, or student's parent. Most of them are due to hatred of iron or different educational concepts. These are all understandable. But it would be too..."
Lin Yan sneered twice with a "hehe": "I have also seen someone slash a dozen knives in the street for a dollar, and the knives hit the nail on the head. I spent a long time sewing up the corpse."
"This… "
The grade director choked for a moment. It was obvious that a scholar had met a soldier, so he couldn't explain why.
Song Yuhang ignored her and continued to ask: "On the night of the incident, that is, at eight or nine o'clock on Friday night, the deceased's husband said that the deceased received a call from the school, saying that there were several children fighting, I need her to go and deal with it, is the situation true?"
The senior director put on reading glasses and flipped through his mobile phone, then handed it over to them: "It's true, it's true, I was the one who made the call."
Song Yuhang wrote down the call time on the paper: 9:10, a total of about 30 seconds.
"Please tell us about the situation that day in detail."
"Okay, okay." The man sat on the sofa and took a sip of tea, slowly remembering.
"You liars! Don't talk nonsense! Teacher Ding is not that kind of person!" The thin boy was wearing a dirty school uniform, his hair was cut very short, he got up from the ground with clenched fists, and punched the speaker. past.
There were many people on the other side, and after he succeeded in the sneak attack, he was quickly overturned to the ground, and a group of people punched and kicked him.
The boy covered his head with his hands, gritted his teeth and remained silent until a loud shout came from the end of the corridor.
"What are you doing?! Stop!"
Everyone laughed and scattered like birds and beasts, Ding Xue ran over to help the boy who fell on the ground.
"Are you okay, they beat you again? Didn't you just call your parents last time? I'll go find—"
"Teacher Ding" the boy stopped her, his eyes were dark in the dark night, with a faint glint of water, he wiped off the blood on his lips and forced a smile.
"It's okay, I'll trouble you to make a trip at this late hour"
"No trouble, you child, as your class teacher, it is right to protect you." The woman said as she took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it over, trying to help him up.
The boy cautiously refused her contact, took the tissue over by himself, held it but didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something.
"What's the matter, Xiao Zhou?"
He raised his head as if he had made up his mind: "You treated me very well during the three years of high school. If it wasn't for you, I might not have been able to go to school. I still don't know where to work. You said that we are friends, so as If you are a friend, can you tell me that you-"
Before he finished speaking, footsteps came from behind, and the grade director and the vice principal appeared in the corridor together.
"Teacher Ding, are you okay?"
Ding Xue turned around and helped the boy up from the ground: "It's okay, those kids beat up again, I have to ask the parents to come to school and have a good talk tomorrow."
The boy shut his mouth silently when he saw someone coming.
"Thank you teacher, then... then I will go back to the dormitory to rest"
"Okay, I'll see you off." Seeing that he was still limping, Ding Xue proposed.
"Teacher Ding, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that her expression was not very good, there was a little sweat on her forehead, and her neckline was also wet, and asked aloud.
"If you are not feeling well, you can arrange a rest day."
These words were out of the boss's concern for his colleagues, but for some reason, Ding Xue's eyes dodged for a moment.
"It's okay, it was a little rainy when I came here, and I still got wet even though I brought an umbrella."
She was holding a folding umbrella in one hand, and after she finished speaking, she covered her lips and coughed a few times, which really looked like she had caught a cold.
The grade director came back to his senses and put the teacup on the table: "This is the last time I saw her"
"I… "
"I… "
The two spoke in unison, Lin Yan paused: "You say"
Song Yuhang continued: "Can we meet that child?"
"Oh, okay, okay, no problem, I'll make a call." He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, got up and went to the window to make a phone call.
After hanging up the phone, he came over and frowned slightly: "The substitute teacher said he didn't come to school today and asked for leave."
Song Yuhang immediately asked for his home address, and when the grade director went to look through the roster, Lin Yan went outside to get some air.
She used to have no scruples about whether she wanted to smoke or not when she was in school. She took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, took it out, and clicked on the lighter with a snap.
The students who came and went looked sideways, and Lin Yan even puffed out a smoke ring, raised his eyebrows, and cast a wink.
A courageous student came up and opened his mouth to take a sip of the smoke: "Sister, give me a sip too."
She glanced lightly, and there was a gold chain hanging on the oily face, and the school uniform was unzipped, so she didn't look like a good student.
Most importantly, that chain is pure gold.
Lin Yan slightly bent the corners of his lips, took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth, the boy tactfully held it in his mouth.
"Interesting, which class is my brother in?"
The cigarette is a good one, with the scent of a woman's lips and teeth. The boy took two puffs at once: "Grade 36, sister, please leave a contact information."
She glanced at the soft breastplate on his school uniform, with a gossiping expression: "Class 16, I heard that the female teacher who died recently is..."
As soon as this was mentioned, the boy was stunned for a moment with his cigarette in his hand, and took a sharp puff: "It's our class teacher"
"It's a pity, I read in the newspaper that she is an expert in teaching." Lin Yan took over the conversation naturally, smacking her mouth.
Unexpectedly, the boy snorted: "What a pity, it's not..."
When he said this, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, so he suddenly stopped talking, and looked suspiciously at Lin Yan.
"No, closed management during class, who are you and how did you get in?"
This kid is quite alert, Lin Yan smiles like a flower, winking on purpose, his teeth itching with hatred in his heart.
Unexpectedly, the boy slapped his thigh suddenly: "Oh, I see! You are a reporter! Recently, many people have come to our school for interviews"
"Cough..." Lin Yan choked on his own saliva: "Yes, yes, I am a reporter"
She nodded furiously: "So you know what gossip is inside, about your teacher, who are the people she usually gets along with, who are the colleagues who have had conflicts, and which students have a particularly bad relationship or a particularly good relationship. , and marriage relationship and so on, you can tell me.”
She kept her lie for less than a minute, when the class bell rang, the boy finished smoking his cigarette and pressed it against the railing, then turned and ran to the classroom, and blew a kiss while running.
"Thank you, beautiful sister, for the smoke, see you next time"
"Hey, classmate." Lin Yan stomped his foot, damn it, the bell rang at the wrong time.
Before she finished her sentence, she saw that the boy almost bumped into the person coming at the door of the classroom, hurriedly stabilized his body and bowed quickly: "Hello, Teacher Li!"
Lin Yan looked over and saw that the person called "Teacher Li" was wearing a black suit, uniform skirt, and a pair of rimless glasses at a glance, resembling the stereotyped teacher image in film and television dramas.
Song Yuhang pushed the door out of the office: "Let's go, Reporter Lin"
"..."
Lin Yan secretly raised his middle finger towards her back.