N University during the festival is not like other places, almost all the students have gone home, and the campus seems a little lonely. I turned left and right around the huge campus from memory, and finally came to the vicinity of the East Building of the Conservation Center. I happened to see that the paintings in the exhibition center had been updated, and I thought it was still early, so I was ready to walk over and take a look.

One after another imaginative and solid art skills appeared in front of me, and N University deserved to be the cradle of high-achieving students. As I walked, I was suddenly fascinated by a painting called "Dream and Reality" at the corner of the exit.

The author uses abstract techniques to depict a splendid dream picture, with bold colors and smooth brushstrokes. From a distance, it looks like a person stacked on top of each other, but up close, it looks like the same person's movements from lying flat to standing still. Before I knew it, I was fascinated by it, and I accidentally glanced at the author's name underneath the painting.

"Title: "Dream and Reality" Author: Xu Yu"

Xu Yu? Is it the Xu Yu who lives on the other side of my door? I couldn't help but be a little amazed, this little girl looks delicate, but in fact, she has such a deep painting attainment, maybe she will be a self-contained person in the future. You can't look good, I thought to myself.

"Sister Wu?" Just as I was immersed in admiration, I suddenly heard someone calling me at the staircase of the exhibition center.

Speaking of Cao Cao Cao arrived, Xu Yu was carrying her painting tools on her back at this time, standing at the last few steps of the stairs and waving at me. I haven't seen her for a long time, she is still so petite and lovely, with a loose and lazy knitted jacket and slim ripped jeans, and long brown-red hair hanging down her body, exuding a fresh and coquettish smell.

"It's really you, Sister Wu!" Seeing that I looked back at her, she took three steps and one step at a time, and jumped up and down in front of me, and the painting tools she was carrying made a clattering sound, which was very funny.

"Xiao Yu! Why are you here? I asked, only to realize that I had asked such a stupid question, and then said, "Aren't you going home for the holidays?" ”

She grinned, pointed to a black sedan not far away and said, "Hehe, I don't want to go back, I'm going to travel with my boyfriend." ”

All the cars looked exactly the same in my eyes, except for the one that showed the dignity of the car, which stood out on the head of the car, as if to tell others about their own noble lineage.

Xiaoyu's boyfriend is an uncle in my impression, so it seems that it must be the rhythm of promotion and salary increase, becoming a general manager, becoming a CEO, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the peak of life.

"It's your sister Wu, why are you here, can't it be that you haven't been home for too long and miss me?" She grimaced at me, her pink face exuding youthful vigor.

"Me?" Yes, I'm the uninvited guest here. When I think about it, I'm a little cramped. "Oh, I'm here to find Professor Zhao, he's my friend." I replied immediately.

"Professor Zhao? Zhao Cheng? She blurted out. I can't help but be a little surprised, does this girl from the art department also know the old professor of the history department?

"yes, you know him?" I asked.

She shook her head and continued, "I don't know him, I took his Introduction to the Occult, and I think it's funny. However, it seems that his classes have stopped recently, and I don't know why. ”

In this way, Zhao Cheng disappeared for a while, which made me even more convinced that he was carrying out a meticulous plan. After saying goodbye to Xiaoyu, I watched her get into the passenger seat of the black car, waved at me, and walked away. I turned and walked out of the exhibition center and continued towards the East Building.

After swiping the access card, I went straight to Zhao Cheng's office. Although he came to find evidence, he was sneaky after all, and he was a little frightened. When I came to the door of Zhao Cheng's office, I suddenly found that the people in the entire office had not gone out, and a few people who just wanted to go out looked at me and asked with some doubts:

"Who are you looking for?" The female professor squinted through thick lenses and looked me up and down.

"I ...... "I'm here to find Zhao Cheng, I'm Zhao Cheng's friend, what are you looking for him, looking for evidence...... A series of conversations drifted through my head, and I was suddenly speechless.

"Police, come investigate something." An arm slammed on my shoulder, and a familiar voice came from overhead, Qin Chuyi looked at the female professor in front of him with a calm and stern expression, and he also held a police officer card in his hand.

"Qin ......"

"Officer Zhu Yufei, hello," Qin Chuyi stretched out his hand and shook the female professor who was already stunned in front of him, "Professor Zhao Cheng has been missing for many days, let's find some physical evidence." ”

"Okay, Officer Zhu, you look slowly, the door of the office is not locked, you can just leave directly after reading it." After speaking, the female professor with crimson cheeks went out with a "pout", and secretly glanced back at Qin Chuyi before going out.

After everyone in the office was gone, I half-squinted my eyes and said lightly: "Officer Zhu, how did you kid come up with it." ”

He smiled and shook his hand to place the police ID on the table. I picked it up and looked at it, and was stunned by the photo on it. In addition to the same gender, Zhu Yufei's appearance is simply not the same as that of the feminine Qin Chuyi. That body, that muscle, are all real guys. The female professor, whose lenses were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle just now, certainly didn't look closely.

"Eh, who is this Zhu Yufei?" I asked casually.

"A classmate, lent it to me, and he will return it tomorrow." He turned his head to look around and said, "Why don't you ask me why I'm suddenly here?" ”

"Hmph, then I don't need to say," I smiled contemptuously, "Qin Gongzi has nothing to do and wants to make trouble." ”

He stared into my eyes with an expression that you really didn't understand and said, "I'm worried about you, really." ”

I ignored him, turned around and opened the door of Zhao Cheng's office. Zhao Cheng is the head of the history department and has a single office, just at the very bottom of the collective office. The office was unlocked, and we easily got in. All around, except for the windows, were filled with closet after closet, and they were close together, and the collection of books and various texts filled it. Other than that, all that's left is a regular computer desk and an old-fashioned square stool, and nothing else.

I walked over and turned on his computer, which basically didn't have any software installed, only lesson preparation materials and some travel photos. It seems that in addition to reading books, he usually likes to go out for a walk. After clicking on more than a dozen articles in a row that were all useless information, I began to get a little discouraged. Just the second I was about to turn off the computer, Qin Chuyi came over.

"Show hidden text jiàn clip try." He took the mouse and fiddled with it a few times. Sure enough, several icons named "Xinjian Jiàn Clip" popped up. It's not a new trick, but I just didn't think of it.

"Copy it." As he spoke, he pulled out a small USB stick from his pocket and slipped it into the socket of his computer. I really admire him now, he can think so thoughtfully, but it's me, I didn't have any preparation and forced myself through.

Ordinary people will definitely change their names after creating a new text jiàn folder. But Zhao Cheng is different, all the new text jiàn clips. There's definitely something wrong with that. There are quite a lot of things in the dozens of text folders, and it takes a while to copy. I opened one of them at random, and a text called "Secret" caught my attention, and I opened it without even thinking about it.

"Don't order!" Before Qin Chu's words fell, my hand had twitched twice unconsciously, and immediately the computer "buzzed" with a black screen, and the reflective black screen reflected my stupid face, I really cried stupidly today.

"Just ...... Can't you order that? I asked in a whisper, and by this time I had lost the arrogant confidence I had when I first entered the door.

"Nonsense," he glanced at me, but his tone was not scolding at all, "is there a bad guy with a bad guy written on his face?" Will Wen Jiàn, who records secrets, really take the name Secret? The text jiàn folder where Ivy is stored will really be named ......"

"Alright, okay, I got it." If you don't stop, the topic will be deviated by him again.

Although the clue of the computer is broken, but the USB flash drive will more or less copy some important texts, which can be regarded as some gains. Qin Chuyi threw himself into Zhao Cheng's essay and book collection again, and I also walked over to help him screen the text.

Zhao Cheng was probably not used to using electronic devices, and all his notes were handwritten, so it would take at least a whole afternoon to read the mountains of paper on his desk and in the closet, but we didn't have that much time. If it is found out that we are not some so-called "police officers", we will definitely be kicked out, and maybe handed over to real police officers.

Thinking of this, I immediately sped up the work on my hand and looked at it at a glance. At this moment, a stack of neatly arranged red pieces of paper sandwiched in a notebook suddenly floated out and scattered all over the table.

"Remittance?" Qin Chuyi picked up one of them and studied it carefully. "Every month, it's hard for this old professor to be a little lover."

I also hurriedly picked up one and looked at it, the payment date is the first day of each month, it should be set up to make automatic payments, each amount is 5,000, and it will be hundreds of thousands of dollars when it is stacked. The recipient is not an individual, but a number, 320611856, what does this mean? Professor Zhao, a person who studies the occult, is really mysterious, and any thing he takes looks like a password. I suddenly felt like the thread was interrupted again.

"If he can put things here, he probably won't be afraid of us looking for them." Qin Chuyi's statement is indeed reasonable. I took one out of it and put it in my bag just in case.

After looking at the time, more than an hour has passed, and if you don't leave, it is estimated that the female professor will be back again. We cleaned up the messy text on the desk, turned around and walked out of the office.

As soon as Qin Chu stepped out with his front foot, he stretched out his foot back again. I saw him turn his head and stare at the tight and narrow gap between the two closets, and walked over and suddenly slammed the two closets apart from the middle.

"What are you doing!" I shouted nervously, although it was Zhao Cheng who stabbed me, I can't get along with his closet.

"Come and help!" Even though I didn't know what it was for, I gave him a hand.

As soon as the narrow gap was opened, a "bang" was heard, and a large pile of snow-white, paper-like things poured out of the gap and scattered all over the ground. I was immediately startled by what I saw, and I squatted down and picked up one.

It turned out to be a blank envelope!

The blank envelope full of places is the kind of blank envelope that Xu Qingrang, Ye Deting and Ye Jiahe received!

Now the problem is even more complicated, Zhao Cheng is not only a participant in the murder, but also a participant in the blank envelope incident. I couldn't believe what I saw, and I fell to the ground in a daze.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you doing?" Qin Chuyi pushed me, and I finally came to my senses from the shock and re-examined the envelopes.

Wait, there's something wrong with this envelope. I touched the cover of the envelope, it was not empty, it was clearly something. When I opened it, it turned out to be a very old photo. The yellowed photo shows two young men snuggling together, clearly a couple. I touched the portrait of the young woman in the photo, and suddenly I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Before I could remember who she was, my eyes suddenly went dark, and I fell down weightlessly.