For Shi Zuocai, his nightmare is far from over.

Early Monday morning, he returned to school early, as usual, only to be called out from his seat by the teacher in the archives during his morning reading.

Liu Yanshi saw that there was something wrong with the photo he handed over to the archives. The teacher in the archives called him over to confirm the situation.

On the way out of the classroom, Shi Zuo felt that the whole world was dissolving and escaping.

Zhang Tianyou's shout of "What does Miss Smoke's ID photo look like" seemed to come from another universe.

The cold voice of the teacher in the archives kept pouring in from his ears.

"There is nothing wrong with the file of the classmate, but there is a slight problem with the photo handed in, and the size and background of the Australian student file are still used. I didn't pay attention, it was all glued to the file......"

"As a result, now the file has been returned by the school, saying that the photo is posted wrong, and I am afraid that there will be trouble in the future, and I can't tear it off, so I can only hand in a new copy for the sake of insurance; I went to look for her in her classmate's class, and found that she was not there, and the classmate said that she had gone to help the math teacher with her homework. ”

"—and I'll find you, hehehe. Anyway, you also know a classmate of Yanshi, so go to the archives to sign and get a file, and hand it over on your behalf......"

……

The archives at work were far more chaotic than Shi Zuocai had imagined, which made him feel a strong discomfort. Many white dossiers were stacked on top of each other on the table, stamped with seals of different shapes, and blinded white in the cold light.

Shi Zuocai walked between the long tables filled with cluttered files, and forced the irritability surging in his heart.

The teacher who took the file pointed to a corner of a long table,

"These are the files of the smoke-watching classmates...... Sorry, we're a little messy when we work here. Well, there's a big envelope on the table over there, and you can put them away when you're done. ”

Shi Zuocai took a deep breath. He slowly picked up a file, placed it on the table, and slowly placed another on top of it.

He kept the edges of the paper as neat as possible throughout the process.

He moved slowly, but not to see what was on the file.

Artificially creating regularity and neatness is his way of calming down when he feels irritable.

The contents of the archives are also not noteworthy. Born on November 17 and will be 18 years old; The parents' professions are both business, and there is no other information; originally studied in a school called Whitebridge Middle School in Australia, and the grades were good, but not excellent; Experience as a magazine model, but only a slight mention of it - as a student file, even this apt omission seems so plausible.

It's a dossier that doesn't lift much spirit. It is glamorous, decent, and thoughtful, but it makes Shi Zuocai faintly feel that it seems to have been carefully handled, and some unspeakable secrets are hidden to the letter.

It's like its owner.

Shi Zuo mechanically overlapped the files on top of each other. The paper was stacked neatly on the table, about the thickness of a palm.

The last few are the English files on the Australian side and some inconsequential entry and exit information, which seem even more negligible.

The penultimate file is a thin piece of paper, half the size of the other files, and the handwriting is relatively blurred, and it seems that it is not a file, but a bill similar to an entry and exit certificate.

Shi Zuo mechanically and slowly spread it on top of a pile of files. Before he could cover it with the last file, his hand stopped in the air.

This little proof is as seamless as the rest of the file, from health to creditworthiness. Only in the criminal record column, there is an ambiguous line of small English print.

"Criminal record canceled. ）”

The teacher in the archives made a cup of tea, looked at his watch, and then at the boy at the table—he rubbed his face with his hands and brushed his hair, as if he was a little tired.

But when he put his hand down, things got much better. His eyes were much brighter, and his expression was more vivid.

Suddenly, it looked like a different person.

……

At nine o'clock in the morning, Shi Zuocai pressed the ecstasy in his heart and insisted on finishing the first class.

After the first class, Shi Zuo had menstrual cramps again.

Hingguang is not a school with strict management, although the school spirit is quite serious, but the study style is very relaxed. In addition, Mr. Demon's acting skills in front of the head teacher are so painful that his face is full of pain, and it is not surprising that he was approved for a holiday.

Zhang Tianyou looked straight at Shi Zuocai, who was briskly packing up his things, and his eyes were a little puzzled.

"Xiao Caicai, did Miss Yanshi agree to sleep with you?"

Shi Zuocai raised his lips and smiled, realizing that something was wrong with his eyes, and put the book in his bag noncommittally, and threw the backpack over his shoulder. When he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled evilly at Zhang Tianyou.

"Yes."

Zhang Tianyou has a broken liver and gall.

On the way home, Mr. Demon held the back of his head with his hands and looked at the sky, his steps were brisk, and he kept whistling out of tune.

In his eyes, there was a flash of extreme excitement and fanaticism.

The moment he saw the cancelled criminal record, the stuffy oil bottle immediately made a decision and changed his second personality, and his intention was self-evident.

He needs information. As much information as you can about that little bill.

Under Mr. Demon's acting skills, the teacher in the archives easily believed the student's curiosity about the types of archives and related knowledge, and explained to him endlessly.

Other information is not worth mentioning. The important thing is that the little bill is indeed a certificate issued at the time of entry and exit, as it seems.

This certificate, like many miscellaneous files, actually did not need to be handed in, and it was simply stuffed into the file bag by Liu Yanshi. I don't know if she is afraid of the lack of information, or is too lazy to deal with the trouble of distinguishing information.

What's more, this certificate is hand-issued by Australian Customs. In other words, both the proof itself and the content of the proof are true.

"This proves that it is true with the above content, so Liu Yanshi's criminal record must have been mistaken" - this is the statement of the teacher in the archives.

"This proves that the above is true, so Liu Yanshi's method of covering up his criminal behavior must be very clever" - this is Mr. Demon's idea.

Although Mr. Demon does not have the terrifying reasoning ability of a stuffy oil bottle, with his knowledge of Liu Yanshi, he will never believe that her involvement in a case and her acquittal are just a coincidence.

This kind of thing happens to an ordinary person, which only proves that he is unlucky. And what happened to Liu Yanshi can only prove that she is indeed an unfathomable liar that even the Australian police can't help.

"Interesting...... It's so much fun! Mr. Demon muttered almost nervously, pulling out the key to the house, his eyes shining with the look of a beast when it saw its prey.

"At this time, do you have to change the stuffy oil bottle and get out of the horse? Tsk, nerd, I'm really looking forward to you this time......"

……

Unlike in the past, this time the stuffy oil bottle came out exceptionally quickly.

But the truth was clearly something he had not expected.

Whether it is him or Mr. Demon, they all have some psychological expectations about the cases committed by Liu Yanshi - nothing more than fraud, theft, or financial crimes.

But the case that the stuffy oil bottle saw made him feel deeply confused, and even almost exhausted the limit of his imagination.

It was not difficult to find the case. Shi Zuocai flipped through the Internet and effortlessly found the area where Liu Yanshi had studied and where Baiqiao Middle School was located. It is a small town in New Newcastle, Australia.

Shi Zuo searched all the documents in the area that contained the English name of Liu Yanshi, found a newspaper called Newcastle Honest People, and found an electronic archive of past newspapers on its official website.

About a year ago, four newspaper issues intermittently recounted the case in which Mr. Liu was involved.

It was a scalp-tingling case of impossible disappearance.