Every morning, Chen Bo, a school worker, would get up on time at half past five and open the iron doors of the campus one by one, for ten years. But today, his ironclad biological clock was broken by the sound of a car siren that pierced the sky, and he woke up. When he looked at his watch, it was only five o'clock.

It was only slightly bright, and he walked to the parking lot with a flashlight, still muttering dissatisfaction in his mouth. Although it was summer, the morning was still cold, and he couldn't help but shiver. The sirens continued to sound, and he saw the parking lot behind the library flashing red.

The car that was still in the parking lot at this time must have been the principal's Santana. Because of the proximity to his family, it has long been his free parking lot. Uncle Chen had a bad premonition, the alarm of this car had never been heard for so long, and occasionally a wild cat or bird from nowhere would also trigger the alarm, but it would disappear soon, and Uncle Chen was too lazy to take a look at it many times.

He recited "Amitabha" over and over again in his mouth, don't let anything happen when you watch the scene. But apparently Heaven did not hear his prayers, and he was stunned when he walked out of the parking lot of the school building.

The sky brightened quickly, and in the twilight of dawn he saw a familiar car take on a shape that was unfamiliar to him, the windshield window shattered, the hood and trunk smashed out of shape, and the rest of the car was littered with scratches.

He was so frightened that he frequently closed his eyes and opened them, expecting that this was his Nanke dream. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound in the distance, and he jumped up. Turning his head, he saw a student in a school uniform jumping over the school wall......

"Principal Lin, according to the testimony of the school worker, your car was smashed at about 5 a.m.," the uniformed police officer asked, "and he saw the students of your school fleeing over the wall, can you think of what the students did?" ”

The principal covered his head, his mood was extremely bad, the car had been bought for less than two years, and he hadn't driven it a few times, but he didn't expect it to be so wasted, and he didn't buy full insurance this year, and he didn't know how much the insurance company could accompany?

"Headmaster?" The police could see that the victim was in a bad mood, but still insisted on asking, "We found such a piece of paper in the car with a line of words written on it, do you know who wrote it?" ”

The principal raised his head and glared at the paper handed to him by the police, which was written in crooked handwriting, "You have the ability to arrest me!" The five big characters made a "zizizi" sound in front of him like five provocative rattlesnakes.

The police saw that the anger in his eyes was about to burn the paper, and quickly put it away again. The headmaster shook his head and said he didn't know.

The policeman nodded: "Although the paper says 'I have the ability to arrest me', judging from the handwriting, he doesn't want to be recognized as his handwriting." However, we found out that the paper was actually part of a math paper, with the number '39' written on the score column on the back......"

At this moment, the door of the principal's office was pushed open, and another young policeman walked in: "The student and his homeroom teacher have been found." ”

A student with a small flat head walked in, his hair was light red, his shirt was half tucked into his pants and half naked, and he was joined by a tall, horse-faced teacher.

The policeman approached the student and asked, "Are you Yan Xiaojun?" ”

Yan Xiaojun nodded, no matter how powerful he usually behaved in the class, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the policeman wearing a tall police uniform and a serious face.

"Is this your paper?"

Yan Xiaojun took the test paper, in fact, it was only about a quarter of the whole paper, which was equivalent to the size of A5. The class and name columns were torn away, and the red number "39" in the score column appeared in front of me. As far as he knew, he was the only one in the entire grade who got this grade, so he had to nod his head.

The principal stood up abruptly and said to the head teacher, "Teacher Ma, what is going on?" How could a student in your class do such a thing?! ”

The head teacher's face turned white, and when the police came to look for them, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't expect Yan Xiaojun to be so bold. Yan Xiaojun was confused, the news that the principal's car was smashed today spread all over the city, but he didn't understand what it had to do with him.

The principal wanted to make a move, but the police stopped him, and then turned the paper in front of Yan Xiaojun over: "This paper was found in the damaged vehicle this morning." ”

Xiao Pingtou's face turned green, and he immediately grabbed the test paper: "Who the wrote this?" I didn't do it! I lost my roll a long time ago, and someone picked it up and framed me! ”

The people warned him to relax and retrieve the "evidence" from him.

"Of course, we will consider the possibility of being misappropriated, but if you lie and do not admit to committing a crime, the consequences will be even more serious, do you know?" The second half of the sentence is almost intimidating. At this time, the young policeman also stood up, as bold as Yan Xiaojun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for this solemn atmosphere.

"I—I'm not lying!"

"Okay," the policeman suddenly became pleasant again, "Then let's assume that your file was picked up, who is this person?" Do you know? ”

Yan Xiaojun shook his head honestly: "I don't know." ”

"And who do you think it is?"

Yan Xiaojun thought to himself, how do you know which one it is, how do you know which one it is? But if he knew who had framed him, he would have to break that man's hand.

He gritted his teeth and shook his head, indicating that he had no clue.

"How did you lose that roll? Where did you get it? The police asked.

"How do you remember so much? I usually throw the rolls when I receive them, maybe in the trash! ”

"Think carefully before answering!" The policeman suddenly raised his voice with a serious expression.

Yan Xiaojun instantly understood what he meant-only by answering well can there be good fruit to eat, so he pondered - the test paper should have been sent out yesterday, but he couldn't remember how to dispose of it. He even overlapped what happened yesterday with the previous ones: he scribbled the test paper as a comic practice paper, threw it in the trash can without looking at it, and once forgot to bring a tissue to the toilet......

"How? Remembered? ”

"I remember," he said excitedly, "drawers! Yesterday, I sneaked home from self-study class and put it in a drawer! ”

At this time, the head teacher coughed dissatisfied.

The policeman straightened up as if he was done, and said, "Okay, that's it, you can go out first, and if there is something, I will look for you again." ”

Yan Xiaojun listened and left quickly.

The policeman suddenly shouted: "Wait, Yan Xiaojun!" ”

He stopped.

"I forgot to remind you that you were the biggest suspect until you found the person who wrote this piece of paper. That's it! ”