I'm not angry, I like people to call me Ugly Smoke, then I think we're on good terms. No one except Song Zhiyu called me Ugly Yan, and Meidai never called me Ugly Smoke, she usually only called me Xiaoyan, or called me Wu Yan.

When the photographer called me Ugly Smoke, I tried to recall his name, and that's when I realized that I didn't know his name, and the detective, whose name I didn't know.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the photographer thought I might be angry, and he handed me the soy milk in his hand, "Are you angry?" I'm kidding, you're not ugly, so let's call me Chouning. ”

When he saw me looking at the work card hanging around his neck, he held up his work card so that I could understand the content on it, and I saw his name: Zhao Ning.

Looking at him, for a second, I thought that if we could have known him earlier, maybe I would have liked him, I saw that he was very worried, so I said, "What's there to be angry about, Chou Ning, aren't you my follow-up photographer?" I haven't seen you all morning, I'm really lazy. ”

He suddenly became excited, he took out a notebook from his crossbody bag, opened it and showed it to me, "I thought you didn't like me to follow you, you see this is my masterpiece and Zuo Yi's little brother." ”

When he said that Zuo Yi was the younger brother, I knew that "Zuo Yi" was the name of the detective. The contents of the notebook were all about the death of our homeroom teacher, and there was one place written in red pen that I could see very clearly: there is a possibility, there is someone in the bookcase!

Just as I was fascinated, the detective snatched the notebook from my hand, and when I looked up at him, he handed it back to Chouning. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

"Big brothers, if you're okay, we'll go, we still have something to do." Song Zhiyu suddenly put his arm around my shoulder, he used to hug my shoulder, in the past, I liked him to put his arm around my shoulder, he regarded me as his sister, and in my heart, he was also my brother, and my brother was nothing with his arm around my sister's shoulder.

But this time, for some reason, he put his arm around my shoulders and made me feel unusually uncomfortable.

Song Zhiyu's sentence "big brother" seemed to make Chou Ning very unhappy, "What big brother, little brother, we are not a few years older than you." ”

Song Zhiyu wanted to say something, but before the words came to his lips, the detective preemptively said, "I have a few questions for you." Then he added, "Is that okay?" The detective looked at me as he said this.

I didn't seem to have a reason to refuse him, the other reporters and detectives around us also came over at this time, there was a photographer, when he raised his camera, Chou Ning walked over and said something to him, and after that, the photographer brother left, and the other reporters and detectives also left.

Song Zhiyu looked at me, and he was telling me: If you don't want to answer his question, let's go. But I nodded, and he let go of my shoulder, walked to the side under the tree, and sat down in a chair to wait for me, after that, Chou Ning also walked over, and the detective took out a notebook from his handbag, on which he wrote something I don't know, and soon he closed the notebook again.

"When were you at school yesterday?" He looked at me as if he was looking at my eyes, or at my nose, and he had an extra pair of eyes today, and I didn't have my glasses, and I felt that it was very unfair to me, and I felt that he saw me clearly, and I saw him vaguely.

"Can you take your eyes off?" He seemed shocked when I said this, and instead of speaking, he smiled, and then took off his glasses and hung them in the breast pocket of his suit.

"Around 17 o'clock, I don't know the exact time." After seeing his eyes, I quickly answered his questions.

"You didn't go back to the classroom, you didn't go back to the dormitory, so where did you go?" He didn't look at me when he asked this question, but glanced in the direction of Song Zhiyu and Chou Ning.

"I'm just walking around the school." I still stared into his eyes, and I noticed that he had gentle eyes.

"Where did you go?" He seemed to notice that I had been watching him, and he was a little embarrassed, so he took off the eye that hung in the breast pocket of his suit and put it in his bag.

"Playground, garden." I looked at his nose and I saw that the bridge of his nose was very high.

"Did the garden go too?" He frowned, as if to say "give you another chance, don't lie!" ”

"I don't remember exactly, I think I've been there, I remember seeing a big white truck with a lot of old bookshelves on it." I noticed that his mouth was very red.

"What do you mean?" His brow furrowed even tighter.

"I should have been to the garden, only in the garden can you see the cars in and out of the school, in the playground, it is impossible to see." I noticed that his teeth were very straight and white.

He didn't speak again, as if thinking about something?

"Do you suspect that I am a murderer?" At this time I saw a faint mole on his right cheek.

He didn't answer me right away, just looked at me, and after a few seconds, he smiled again, "Apparently you're not." ”

He said I wasn't, but he added a "obviously" to the front, meaning: Am I not on the surface? And obviously the opposite: you are hidden in the depths! Hide you are!

"That smells of flowers? Have you solved the problem of floral fragrance? Does anyone else smell of flowers? "I took a deep and quiet breath, I wanted to know what was going on his body.

"Floral scent is not an issue, other people have floral scents too." He stepped back a little, he knew my intentions, he didn't want me to smell what he was.

"So, what's your last name?" I stepped back a distance, and I wanted him to know that I didn't have to know what he smelled like.

"Yang." He glanced in the direction of Song Zhiyu and Chou Ning again.

"Can I go back then?" I also looked in the direction of Song Zhiyu and Chou Ning.

"Yes."

I looked into his eyes again, and I knew I couldn't look any more, and it pierced my heart like a sword, but it gently shed a tear.