"I dare to vouch for my personality, Xiaohua is really a very good student, his academic performance has always been in the top three in the annual group, this is definitely a talent who can become the future pillar of the motherland."

Xing Fei was sitting in the school teacher's office, listening to the head teacher of the deceased boy named Xiaohua speaking sadly.

"Then according to your understanding, has Xiaohua usually had a conflict with anyone?"

When the head teacher heard this, he pondered for a moment.

"It's really, about half a year ago, Xiaohua reported to me that the boy in class 10 of the school had troubled him, and after I educated the children in class 10 at that time, this matter was solved privately."

Xing Fei nodded after listening, and kept recording on the notepad with a pen.

"Has he recently had any unusual behaviors such as a serious decline in academic performance?"

"His results in the recent week's small test are really not ideal."

After the two conducted an interview for nearly ten minutes, Xing Fei and her colleagues were about to retire.

The head teacher grabbed her.

"Could the murderer this time be the thugs in Class 10? Class 10 is the worst class in our grade group, and those children don't do their jobs every day, and they are simply the scum of society. ”

The originally gentle head teacher's expression changed when he mentioned these people.

Xing Fei paused, thinking that she knew some clues.

"Could it be that those children have been causing trouble these days?"

"Although I don't know, I don't have to think about it to know that they are definitely causing trouble, and those children will be punished today and demerit tomorrow.

They also have a little to do with Xiao Hua, and now because of a few bastards, Xiao Hua has died, and they must be severely punished! ”

Xing Fei didn't expect the head teacher to have so many opinions about those people. However, listening to her words, it is not difficult to know that the children have a bad personality.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation today, those children may have some problems with their personalities, but I can't doubt them without evidence, then do this first, and contact you next time if you have any questions."

The head teacher stopped talking again, but Xing Fei and her colleagues had already walked out of the office.

Walking around the corner of the corridor, Xing Fei always felt that someone was watching her in the distance, and she hurriedly turned around.

I saw a few figures flashing by, and the silent corridor was empty at the moment.

Maybe it was a few students who were in a hurry to get to class, Xing Fei left without much thought.

Xing Fei needs to find a few keywords for the current information, and then give it to the text editor for text conversion.

She writes and draws in her notebook, and she has no clue.

Xiaohua's parents also said that he was beaten to death by the thugs, and his homeroom teacher always mentioned the people in Class 10.

It seems that tomorrow she will need to go to school again to meet the true faces of the students of Class 10.

The next day was Wednesday, and when Xing Fei arrived at the school, it was the school's recess exercise, and all the students gathered in the playground.

Xing Fei found the tenth-class classroom, there was no one in it, but from the messy desks and chalk heads all over the floor, it seemed that the classmates in this class were not focused on studying.

Recess music sounded outside, Xing Fei stood in the corridor, looking at the playground along the railing,

The uniform movements, the faces of the students, some are full of vitality, and some are depressed.

Xing Fei looked at the campus, a little stunned.

Memories are always scary, and it doesn't know when some fragments will pop up.

It's a reminder that people have been through these things before.

But if these memories are lost, what proof can there be that people themselves actually lived through that time.

Just as Xing Fei was lying on the railing and looking distracted, she was suddenly patted on her right shoulder.

She looked to the right, but there was no one, and when she looked back, she saw that the person was standing to her left.

Childish and old-fashioned tricks.

But Xing Fei didn't say what she was complaining about.

It was a boy, he was very tall, more than 1.8 meters by sight, his hair was a little long, and the hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows.

His pair of eyes are the most attractive thing about Xing Fei, obviously he should have clear pupils, but these eyes are too mature and profound.

"Who are you?" The boy was the first to ask, and just asked Xing Fei the question he wanted to ask.

"You're in Class 10?"

Xing Fei didn't answer him, she felt that she was being interrogated by a little kid, which really lost her majesty, so she immediately gave full play to her professional habits as a reporter and took the initiative.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Your question is my personal **, and my question will not infringe on you, even if you don't tell me, I can find a random student to ask, you can know."

"Yes."

The boy's expression was disdainful, but he still replied that he didn't have the patience to play these word games with Xing Fei.

"It's time, why don't you go down and do?"

"It's not your turn to do this."

The boy didn't want to pay any attention to her and planned to turn around and go into the classroom.

Xing Fei watched him walk towards a table with a very clean surface and no books.

"By the way, little friend, let me ask you for news, do you know that classmate Chen Hua in the first class?"

When the man heard this name, he looked at Xing Fei alertly.

"You're really investigating these things, I saw you interviewing in the office last time, you're a reporter."

was suddenly recognized by him, and Xing Fei didn't know how to pick it up.

"Yes, I do journalist, so if you can give me some valuable information, I'd appreciate it."

"Heh, didn't that dead wife tell you that we are the murderers?"

His eyes were full of anger when he said this, making his eyes look even more fierce and cold.

"How can you say that you are murderers without evidence, since you know that I am a journalist, then you should also understand. The most important thing for a journalist is to get to the bottom of the matter. ”

"People like you talk about justice every day, but in fact, you still look at people with colored glasses."

"I beat the others, but I don't know if I was killed or not, if I really want to be convicted, I will be convicted, I don't care anyway."

He said nonchalantly.

His attitude and tone made Xing Fei very dissatisfied, Xing Fei walked directly into the classroom and stood in front of him.

"If you are sentenced to 10 or 20 years for homicide, it doesn't matter to you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it matter if it slows down the ascension?"

"What if you bring your family and friends with you?"

“”

He didn't answer, Xing Fei thought he was thinking seriously.

But after a closer look, he found that his eyes were focused on a certain place, and Xing Fei followed his line of sight towards the door of the classroom.

A girl was in the doorway, looking into the house worriedly.

The boy in front of him was obviously a little stiff, and then Xing Fei listened to him say word by word.

"It doesn't matter."

The girl at the door ran away, and the boy's eyes dimmed.

"Since you think you've said the wrong thing, why don't you chase it back?" Xing Fei reminded him on the side.

The boy gave him a blank look, "If you want to sue, just sue, if it's okay, just leave, don't disturb my sleep!" ”

Xing Fei keenly captured this unusual scene, and she had a hunch that that girl would have a very close connection with this case.

For the next two days, the program team has been planning for this news.

This new column is different from the general one, when the truth of the incident is sorted out, the story needs to be re-enacted.

There is only one week left in the new issue, and the column team has been assisting the police in investigating this case.

What the head teacher said to the police was the same as Xing Fei's, blaming the bad teenagers in Class 10.

She had always thought that those few were scourges that should be eradicated from this school, or more seriously, from this society.

Xing Fei has always begged to agree, and she tried to tell the head teacher that the quality of students can not only be distinguished by their grades.

But for a teacher who has put academic performance first for more than a decade, this statement will obviously not be accepted at all.

At the same time, the autopsy report of the deceased also gave Xing Fei another problem.

He died of a blow to the back of the head, but the blow was not the same time as the scars on his body.

If the scars on their bodies were due to the fact that they had fought, what was the impact on the back of the head?

Seeing that the truth had to be found out today, when Xing Fei was anxious, she suddenly remembered the girl who stood at the door that day.

Xing Fei easily learned that the girl was also in the first class, with excellent academic performance and outstanding appearance, and she was favored by many boys in school, and she had always rejected everyone on the grounds that she would not fall in love before college.

When Xing Fei saw the girl again, she was quietly doing an exercise book in her seat.

She is indeed beautiful, clean and pure beauty.

Xing Fei stepped forward and gently tapped on the girl's tabletop, and the girl looked up.

The expression was very calm, making Xing Fei wonder if she had seen herself that day.

"Hello, we met in Class 10 that day." Xing Fei reminded.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I looked at it in a hurry that day, I can't remember." The girl smiled, looking embarrassed.

Xing Fei has a good impression of her.

At this moment, it was lunch break, and there were few people in the classroom, and Xinfei sat in the seat in front of the girl.

"Have you eaten?"

"Hmm."

"Can I delay you for a few minutes, then?"

The girl closed the workbook and placed it neatly on the top left of the desk.

"Okay, you ask"

"Don't you wonder what I'm doing, why I'm asking you questions all of a sudden?"

The girl was silent.

"You remember me, and you know I'm a journalist." Xing Fei used an affirmative sentence.

The girl lowered her head slightly and didn't speak, and after a while, she raised her head and looked directly into Xing Fei's eyes.

"I just don't understand what these things have to do with me, I don't want to get involved in them, I was just passing by that day."

The words of the girl made Xing Fei even more suspicious, and she was now convinced that this incident had nothing to do with the very calm girl in front of her.

"Your class is on the third floor, class 10 is on the fifth floor, and the teacher's office is opposite your classroom, why do you pass by on two floors?" I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The Return of Blazing Love, the President of the Iceberg Asks to Be Released", and WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Reading Literature", chatting about life and looking for confidants~