When the two rushed to the physical evidence room, they found that Wang Tao had just arrived, "me, I'll lie down and you will kill you in a chain, what are you doing!" ”

Wang Tao and Da Xuan Bailing were stunned when they entered the inspection room, Xun Keran stood in front of the wide inspection table, the table was full of ballpoint pens, pens, different colors and different styles, at a glance dense goosebumps.

"You, what is this?" Xiaobai was the only one who opened his mouth to ask, and Da Xuan and Wang Tao both frowned fiercely.

"Pen." Coco propped her hands on the edge of the table and looked up at the three of them, "Each one is from a different student. ”

"You found it in that pile?" Da Xuan glanced at the corner of the messy physical evidence.

Wang Tao put on gloves, picked up two pens and observed, there were no fingerprints, so how can you tell that these pens are from different students?

Xun Keran looked at these pens of different colors with unfocused eyes, as if talking to himself, "I found these in that urn-like wooden box, at first I thought he had collected all the pens he had used, but none of them had run out of oil, so I picked them apart casually...... There are things in it, and there are ...... in each pen" Xun Keran suddenly stopped talking, frowned, walked to the water dispenser, poured a large glass of water and drank it.

Da Xuan walked up to her and patted her on the back.

Wang Tao silently opened a pen, Bai Ling leaned over to look at it with excitement, only to see that the pen holder that was rotated was hollow, and there was a small handful of paper rolled inside, Wang Tao carefully unfolded the rolled paper with tweezers, for fear of accidentally breaking it, and some old handwriting was displayed on the inside of the rolling paper:

Yue Yuan: Slender, good to the touch, crying, wet, 8. 5 points

There is also a human hair attached to it.

"This is hair?" Bai Ling asked.

Coco was silent coldly, and Wang Tao answered the question for her, "It should be the hair below." ”

When Bai Ling understood the meaning of the hair and the note, he lost the smile on his face, and he slowly looked up at the large table full of people, this colorful ocean represented how much unbearable pain.

Coco shook his head at Da Xuan, signaling that he was fine, turned his head to look at the colorful table of the big table, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "He is worthy of being a model teacher, in his eyes, the pain of so many students...... It's just a test paper for him to score. ”

Wang Tao closed the pen in his hand and glanced at it with a solemn expression, "Each one has it?" Total ......"

"One hundred and three."

Da Xuan noticed that Coco's face was very pale, Coco shook her head at him again, and exhaled a long breath, she was trying to suppress the nausea she wanted to vomit, and the pens on the table poured all imaginable pain, torment, crying, self-doubt, hatred, and inferiority in front of her like a tropical rainstorm, and no one knew how happy she was when she found the note and looked at the pile of pens, and the poplar was dead.

Wang Tao glanced at Coco, "Team Zhou, you send her back first, I will record these names here overnight." ”

Da Xuan nodded, asked Xiaobai to stay and help, and quickly pulled Coco away.

Bai Ling was wearing the inspection uniform explained by Wang Tao, and was puzzled, "Sister Xun seems to be very uncomfortable?" ”

Wang Tao pointed to the full desktop, "Aren't you disgusting?" ”

"It's disgusting, but she's not disgusting even if the corpse turns into a stuffy pile, and it's ...... for this."

“…… Do you watch Korean movies? Wang Tao's jumping thought made Bai Ling a little uncomfortable, "Huh? Movie, look. ”

"When I have free time, I go to watch two Korean movies, one is called "So Won" and the other is called "The Melting Pot".

"Oh, and then?" Xiaobai tilted his head and asked.

"Then you'll understand.".

What does this colorful sea represent?

Wang Tao took out a thick record book, opened the recording camera, and said no more.

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On the car back, Xun Keran didn't say a word. Da Xuan tried to talk to her about something else, such as whether Su Su had gained weight recently, whether she had gone out to provoke other little wild cats, etc., but she couldn't successfully lift the usual Coco, so Da Xuan simply fell silent.

When I got home, I closed the door, sat down on the carpet alone, looked at the white wall opposite in a daze, and then suddenly cried.

Su Su ran quietly from nowhere, jumped on her knees, and rubbed her head against Coco's arm.

Coco, who was snorting, hugged the black cat tightly and continued to choke silently.

She didn't know why she was crying, in fact she didn't know any of the students, but she knew a little bit of that feeling, from the indelible memory of being four years old. Many times in her bizarre nightmares, there would be such a picture, a man as tall as a dark cloud, blocking the sun, with a terrible big gasp, getting closer and closer, obscuring all light.

Su Su's head was covered with tears, but she didn't move.