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In the evening, the cold wind blew through the cracks in the glass windows, and the air conditioning was turned on.

In Qingshan Primary School, most of the teachers in the office of the Chinese group have already left, after all, it will take about a week to announce the results of the exam, so the teachers can go to relax for a few days and treat themselves.

Only Qianmian sat in his seat, looking at an exam paper in his hand, silent.

This is an unsurprising exam paper and score, the class, and it is also the lowest in the grade, forty-five points, from Yu Xiaofeng, who is moderately mentally handicapped in the class, the boy who knew he was going to kill when he started school.

In his exam papers, the handwriting is very correct, in fact, it was not like this before, but since Qianmian became a Chinese teacher, Yu Xiaofeng has worked hard to write the words very neatly, trying to get Qianmian to praise him.

Even, Yu Xiaofeng is very active in collecting homework every day, although he is not a representative of the Chinese class, he runs errands to deliver homework and send homework books.

It seems that for Yu Xiaofeng, going to Mr. Liu's office every day to communicate with Mr. Liu is a very exciting thing.

Of course, Qianmian will not have anything to say to this child, in fact, she will not say more things to the children that have nothing to do with learning, she only does the most basic work of a Chinese teacher and a class teacher.

But in the eyes of the children, this beautiful and mysterious Teacher Liu, who is good at everything, is their idol, so without a thousand faces, these children are surprisingly well-behaved.

Thousand Faces looked at her desk, which was filled with a lot of strange little things, such as snow-falling glass balls, sculptures of small animals, musical greeting cards, scarves, gloves, and even cat-eared headdresses......

These were the gifts that the children gave her at Christmas, and the only thing that surprised Qianmian a little was that Yu Xiaofeng didn't give her gifts.

Of course, it wasn't that Qianmian cared about these things, she didn't take them back at all, because after she killed someone, her career as a teacher would be over.

She just instinctively didn't understand why Yu Xiaofeng, who liked to run to her the most on weekdays, didn't give her a gift, that's all. Of course, it is likely that this child's family is too poor, after all, both parents collect waste. The bicycle tires that Yu Xiaofeng had changed to a variant were repeatedly shelved, not to mention the money for gifts.

Senmian simply folded the roll and put it in his bag, then got up with a blank face.

She looked at the address of Yu Xiaofeng's house, she knew where it was, and she also knew that at this point in time, Yu Xiaofeng's parents had not yet returned home, and only one grandmother was cooking for Yu Xiaofeng at home, and it was easy to kill her.

Before killing, the killer always quietly does all the preparations, and she is the best in this industry.

When I arrived at the school gate, I took a taxi and got on the bus and told the driver the address.

When the driver saw that it was a beautiful teacher, he was very happy and asked, "Teacher, that place is very deserted, what are you going to do there after work?"

"Killing". Senmian replied plainly and directly.

The driver laughed, "You teacher is so humorous."

But looking at the appearance of a thousand faces not talking, he didn't say anything, and concentrated on driving, and during the rush hour, it was actually quite congested.

At the same time, in the principal's office of the school, Lin Fei and Lao Bao stood at the window, looked down, and happened to see Qianmian sitting in a taxi.

Lin Fei drank the Biluochun that Lao Bao had made for him, with a faint smile on his face.

"Mr. Lin, is Mr. Liu really going to kill that student......?" Although he is mentally retarded, this is too ruthless", Lao Bao asked a little tangled beside him.

"Who knows, the key depends on her, after all, she is professional", Lin Fei turned his head, smiled and asked Lao Bao: "Have you bought what you bought?"

"Hey, can I do the task you gave me without being sloppy? I bought it early, two is enough, will it be too little?" asked Lao Bao with a shy face.

Lin Fei nodded and put the teacup down, "That's enough...... Where is the thing, I took ......"

Because of the traffic jam, it took more than half an hour for Chimian to reach his destination.

Located in the southwestern suburbs of Lin'an, a zone between the city and the small township, a large number of migrant workers live in simple rental houses here, most of which are rented to these outsiders in their own houses.

Yu Xiaofeng's parents rented a basement and yard, the yard was full of collected waste, and the people lived in the basement, and there were no local people around, after all, the environment was not good, and the rich locals lived elsewhere.

There were ditches and muddy paths everywhere, and after the rain of the previous two days, it was even more filthy, and the air was filled with a strange stench.

It is hard to imagine that every morning, Yu Xiaofeng takes a shortcut to ride a bicycle, and it takes more than half an hour to ride to get to school, rain or shine.

Qianmian's dress and appearance are particularly eye-catching when walking in such a place that can be described as a slum, and some children are lying on the door, just watching Qianmian walk by, staring at her cold face is very distracted.

Thousand Faces was completely unaware of the outside world, and her heart was very chaotic, a feeling she had never felt before.

Before she wanted to kill, she was extremely calm every time, imprinted the environment that she had walked through in her mind, and mastered the dynamics of a qiē, like a spider's web.

But this time, she didn't know why, her brain didn't listen to the call, and the rhythm of her breathing and heartbeat were disrupted.

She doesn't like it, which means she's not professional enough...... Could it be that there have been too few killings lately?

After walking around a corner, a rusty iron door in front was open, and it was full of scraps, and there was no need to look for a thousand faces, and Yu Xiaofeng had already been seen.

The child was sorting stacks of cardboard and tying them up with small strings, and although he was still young, he could still help his parents with this little work, and he seemed very skilled.

Inside, there was a basement entrance, and there was a burst of the smell of rice, apparently his grandmother cooking dinner below.

"Yu Xiaofeng", Qianmian walked to the door and called softly.

"Teacher Liu?" Yu Xiaofeng looked up, saw his homeroom teacher, jumped excitedly, hurriedly ran over, and asked, "Teacher Liu, why are you here?"

"You come with me to the back," said Senmian, and walked to the west side of the courtyard, where there were some trees and teamounds, and no one would see them after the killing.

Yu Xiaofeng hurriedly shouted happily: "Teacher, let's go to our house! I'll make you tea!"

"No, come to the back", Senmian turned around, stubbornly authentic.

Although Yu Xiaofeng was a little puzzled, he didn't think much about it, he just remembered something, and shouted to Qianmian, "Then Teacher Liu, you go and wait for me in the back, I'll come soon"!

Thousand Faces watched the student rush back to the basement, probably to talk to his grandmother, but it was all up to him, and Thousand Faces didn't care.

After a while, Yu Xiaofeng's face was red, panting, and he ran to the back of the courtyard with a piece of paper, and handed the rolled paper to Qianmian with a smile.

"Teacher Liu, this is for you!"

Qian Mian, who was taking out the exam paper, took the paper, and handed him the exam paper at the same time, "This is your Chinese final exam paper, you can see for yourself, forty-five points, the worst in the class."

Yu Xiaofeng's face suddenly collapsed, he took the roll in shame, tears the size of beans appeared in his eyes, and when he saw the score on the paper, he flattened his mouth very sadly and said, "Teacher Liu...... I'm sorry, I'm so stupid...... I'll definitely pass the exam next time!"

Qianmian subconsciously unfolded the paper handed by Yu Xiaofeng in his hand, only to find that this was a watercolor pen painting.

"What kind of ...... is this" Thousand faces frowned, and she saw that on this piece of paper, dozens of small people were drawn, and one of the adults who looked like women was standing in the middle, surrounded by more than fifty small children.

Yu Xiaofeng sobbed and said, "This ...... This is a painting I drew of my class with Teacher Liu, in the middle is Teacher Liu, and I am by Teacher Liu's side...... I also drew the rest of the class, but I couldn't think of how to draw them, and then I thought about it, Christmas is over, and I haven't finished painting yet...... I just finished drawing it two days ago, and I wanted to get the transcript next time to give it to Mr. Liu......"

Chimian felt as if her heart had been stabbed by something, and it hurt terribly.

She looked at the painting in her hand in a daze, although Yu Xiaofeng said that he tried his best to draw the appearance of each student, but in fact, he didn't even look like a person, let alone depict the difference in everyone's appearance.

It's just a clumsy, even stupid, watercolor drawing, a bunch of circled heads and a bunch of rectangular bodies.

However, Yu Xiaofeng painted this painting every night for nearly a month.

Thousand Faces finally saw that this student was going to give his own Christmas gift, but this student was several times stupider than other students even giving Christmas gifts.

She nodded, rolled the picture up, and put it in her bag, I don't know why her eyes were a little sore, but Thousand Faces didn't want to think about it.

"Is there anything else you want to say", Chimian raised a right hand and formed a knife in the palm of his hand.

She didn't need any innate true qi at all, even if it was a pure knife hand, she could rupture this student's arteries and simply die.

Yu Xiaofeng looked at the teacher's condescending appearance, one hand as if he was going to hit him, and shrank his head a little in fear, but said with a look of anticipation: "Teacher Liu, if you hit me, don't be angry, okay? I will study harder." ”