Led by an overconfident girl, Zongheng came to a crossroads on campus. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"By the way, I don't know your name yet. My name is Yuan Yi, what about you? The girl said.

"Nemo. Nemo Lee. His Chinese name is Li Mo. ”

"Then I'll call you Li Mo in the future." Yuan Yi said.

She pointed to the crossroads in front of her and asked, "Li Mo, what grade are you in?" Turn left at this intersection and there is the school building for grades 1 to 6. In the middle, there is the school building for grades 7 to 9. If you're in seventh grade, then you're going to go in the middle with me. If you're still in elementary school, we're saying goodbye. ”

In Yuan Yi's mind, the vertical and horizontal is probably the age of the upper grade of primary school or the lower grade of middle school, so there is this question.

But Zongheng pointed to the intersection on the right and said, "I'm in the tenth grade." ”

"What?!" Yuan Yi was taken aback.

"I'm in 10th grade." Vertical and horizontal repeated.

Speaking from the heart, being noisy by this overconfident girl for a morning, and suddenly seeing her show such a surprised expression is not a pleasure for Zongheng.

"It turns out that I actually saved a genius today." Yuan Yi said with a complicated expression, "Then! Talented! Let's say goodbye! ”

After speaking, without waiting for Zongheng to respond, Yuan Yi hurriedly ran away towards the middle road.

This little girl can't be hit, right? Looking at her somewhat embarrassed back, Zongheng was quite amused.

Zongheng is the first day of class, and of course it is impossible to go to the classroom right away. According to the prior notice, he must first meet with the Grade 10 counselor.

The 10th grade instructor at the University of Chicago High School was a 37-year-old woman named Viola Lawrence. Wearing a well-groomed slightly curly mid-length hair, and wearing a long dress with a button-down tweed, it looks quite retro. But this kind of dress is wonderful and does not give people any old-fashioned feeling, but makes people feel quite sexy.

When she arrives at her office, Viola Lawrence is whispering this to a blonde boy.

Seeing Zongheng coming in, Viola Lawrence immediately stopped talking and said, "Mr. Steele, let's stop today's conversation!" I will find a way to solve the problem you raised. ”

I don't know why, Zongheng always feels that these words can be said to him. Therefore, when the boy got up to leave, he subconsciously looked at the boy a few more times.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old blonde white boy with green eyes, who looked less like an Anglo-Saxon race than a descendant of the Nordic Vikings. Probably Zongheng interrupted the conversation, the boy named Shidi was very dissatisfied with Zongheng, and just as the two passed by, Zongheng heard a soft snort in his nose.

Of course, Zongheng will not look at a little boy in his eyes. He walked over to Viola Lawrence's desk, handed her a letter of introduction, and said, "Miss Lawrence, I'm Nemo Lee. Mr. Snape, Deputy Principal, asked me to report to you. ”

Viola Lawrence put on her glasses, opened the letter of introduction, looked at it a few times, and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, welcome to you." Mr. Snape has already told me about your situation. I'm waiting for you! ”

She took out a thin envelope from the drawer and handed it to Zongheng: "Here is your class schedule, as well as the locker number. From today onwards, you will be able to attend classes in each classroom according to the schedule. Things that are inconvenient to bring to the classroom can be placed in the locker. All Year 10 teachers have been notified that you can enter the classroom at any time to start your studies. ”

……

At the same time as Zongheng and Viola Lawrence, Moretti was losing her temper with her partner, Probert, in an office in the F.B.I. Chicago office.

"I'm so! Those damn mafiosa, it's really hard to get in! Moretti said through gritted teeth, holding a cup of coffee.

Although it has been several days since the assassination of Colano's uncle and nephew, the dark circles on Moretti's face have not faded. The high intensity of the work made her tired and she didn't get enough time to rest.

Probert also looked sleepy, he yawned a lot, took a sip of hot coffee, and said, "They are a group of criminals, how can you expect them to cooperate with our investigation like good citizens?" ”

"But our investigation is also aimed at catching the murderer of Colano's uncle and nephew, and they should be happy to see it, shouldn't they?"

Probert sighed and said, "Not necessarily. My informant recently reported that the Lukese family is now quite unstable, and that Kevin Belloc does not have enough authority to control the situation. For the sake of who will become the new Don, Capo of several large armies of the Lukese family is already fighting on his own. In order to stabilize the internal conflict, Kevin Belloc agreed with them that whoever he was the first to catch the murderer of Corano's uncle and nephew would be the next Don. And it doesn't matter if it's alive or dead. ”

Moretti understood the trick as soon as she heard it. She said hatefully, "Damn it! Which bastard came up with this bad idea?! No wonder those guys don't want to show their mouths. They all want to be the boss, and they will definitely hide the clues they find so that other competitors don't know about it. ”

"That's it!" "So when we go to them and investigate, those guys are going to be so tight-lipped." Fortunately, my informant has found something that may help us solve the case. ”

"What is it?" Moretti suddenly perked up and hurriedly asked.

It is said that every Thursday night, Anthony Colano Jr. would go on a date with his lover in the presidential suite of that hotel. The same was true last Thursday. Even within the Lukese family, few people knew about it. According to my informant, Anthony Colano Jr.'s lover was strangely absent from the hotel on the night of the crime. ”

So, maybe this lover has a lot to do with the case? Do you know who she is? ”

Probert said: "The informant is not very convinced, but only speculates that she may be a Capo of the Lukese family's "party legion" - Abigail Doyle. It's just that she disappeared on the day of the crime. Now the Lukese family is also looking for her. ”

"Abigail Doyle......" Moretti repeated the name in a low voice, "it seems that we need to send a notification to the whole territory. Is there a picture of her? ”

"I knew you were going to ask this, I was ready for it. But there are a lot of photos, and you need to make an idea of which photo to use for the investigation. Probert pulled a stack of photographs out of his bosom and handed them to Moretti.

Moretti was puzzled by Probert's words, and it wasn't until she took the photos and flipped through a few photos that she understood why Probert said that.

“Shit！ Why does this Bichi like to wear such heavy makeup? It's not makeup at all, it's a face change! Moretti couldn't help but curse.

All the photos in her hands are Abigail, all of them are wearing heavy makeup. However, this woman has excellent makeup skills, and the face on almost every photo is very different, so it is impossible to judge which one is her real appearance.

Probert explained: "I had people get these photos back from her parents' house urgently. Speaking of which, we went to her hometown a few days ago. ”

"Been there?"

"That's right! It's Midwood. ”

Hearing the name of the place, Moretti's face suddenly changed. Immediately, she suddenly thought of something, hurriedly flipped through those photos, pulled out one of them, and said, "Do you know who this girl is with Abigail?" ”

Probert glanced at it and shook his head.

Moretti smirked and said, "This is our dear Agent Lydia's own sister, Miss Hannah Lee. ”

……

Unbeknownst to Zongheng, the person responsible for the assassination of Colano's uncle and nephew was his old acquaintance Catherine Ruth Moretti and her partner Roger Probert, and they didn't know that the two had dug up clues to Abigail and Hannah's past in order to solve the case.

While Moretti and Probert were looking through the photos, he was already in the biology classroom.

In charge of biology was taught by a male teacher in his forties, named Eliot Moore. Perhaps it is the characteristics of a science man, he always speaks concisely and to the point, and is not known for his wit and humor. Seeing Zongheng's arrival, he didn't organize any welcome ceremony, but simply introduced Zongheng to the other students in the classroom, and then announced his grouping in the class, and let Zongheng go down.

This lesson is about biological anatomy. The object of the dissection was a huge bullfrog. Separated from the vertical and horizontal groups is a somewhat gloomy-looking little boy named Connor. He is about the same age as Zongheng's current physical age, but his body is much thinner than Zongheng, and he is very weak and lonely in a group of tall high school students.

Seeing that his new classmate was about the same age as himself, a hint of joy suddenly appeared on Connor's somewhat gloomy face.

"Hello! I'm Connor. Connor McDougall. The boy held out his right hand to Zongheng.

Zongheng took his hand and said, "Nemo." Nemo Lee. ”

After a brief introduction, the two began to dissect the bullfrog according to Mr. Moore's guidance. The bullfrog has long been tied hand and foot with string tied and fixed to a wooden board with its belly facing up. Connor used tweezers to pick up a ball of alcohol swamp and stuff it into the bullfrog's mouth, which soon caused the bullfrog to fall into a coma. After that, the dissection is all done vertically and horizontally. Connor only assists and takes notes.

Seeing Zongheng cleanly cut open the bullfrog's belly, Connor couldn't help but exclaim, "Nemo, you really should be a doctor." ”