When Ling Bai was looking at the female guest, the other party also felt something, and raised his head to look at him. The moment she saw Ling Bai, a slight flush suddenly appeared on her face.

She was wearing a blue school uniform, with light makeup on her face, the buds on her chest were slightly highlighted, and the lower half of her body was actually a short black skirt, just covering the small half of her thighs, and her slender legs were wearing black goose down tights, which completely outlined the beautiful curves of her legs.

On the table was an open textbook with a pink flower sandwiched between the pages.

"Middle school students dress like this? Ling Bai shook his head, such clothes still looked a little green on female students, completely detached from the existing socialist values. At the urging of Uncle Zhang, he walked into the back kitchen.

Lao Zhang wore a washed white apron and stood under the pot of boiling water, the whole process was no different from making instant noodles, and I don't know where his craftsmanship is embodied. Ling Bai secretly observed the female student through the small window of the back kitchen.

After he entered the kitchen, the other party's eyes kept falling on the carnation petals on the page, and his eyes revealed shyness, fear, and obsession.

It's hard to imagine that a person's emotions can change so much in an instant.

Retracting his gaze, Uncle Zhang had already made 5 bowls of noodles, and the verdant green onions were sprinkled on the white noodles, which really made people want to eat.

"This hand of green onion is sprinkled beautifully. Ling Bai exclaimed.

Uncle Zhang gave him a blank look, "Isn't it my beautiful craftsmanship?"

What kind of craft?

Ling Bai didn't understand at all what aspect of Lao Zhang's proud craftsmanship was embodied. He picked up two bowls of steaming noodles and helped hand them to the food window.

"Mustard shredded meat, sauerkraut fat sausage, three fresh noodles are good. ”

Uncle Zhang shouted, took out the box from the apron, opened it and saw that it was empty, and couldn't help but smile and rub his hands towards Ling Bai.

Ling Bai took out a cigarette and handed it over, lit one himself, and looked at the avant-garde female student who was eating noodles quietly. She ate very carefully, as if she was afraid that the soup would spill and stain the carnation petals on the book.

Uncle Zhang spit out a puff of smoke rings, frowned, and said, "The taste of your local Jin Sheng is a little weak, but it's better to be good and strong." ”

"Smoke is like tea, you have to taste it slowly. In particular, Jin Sheng pays attention to the natural success of success. Ling Bai smiled and asked, "Uncle Zhang, how many female students come to you to eat noodles every day?"

Lao Zhang looked at him deeply, "Uncle knows that you are single, but don't beat the idea of a student, tell you that destroying the flowers and bones of the motherland is a serious crime." ”

"Am I so hungry? Tell me, if there are too many people, serve some flowers on the table in your noodle shop. ”

"So your kid hit this idea. Lao Zhang flicked the cigarette ash and whispered: "There are dozens of them a day, and a few of them are not bad." But it's a pity, I just left one in the morning, and I just heard the news, cut my throat ......"

"That person also ate noodles at your noodle restaurant?" Ling Bai's heart moved.

"No, that little girl looks quite smart, she should be a boarder from the countryside, and she usually only eats a bowl of mixed noodles for three yuan. This kid is quite fond of flowers. He pointed to the avant-garde schoolgirl outside the window, "Well, it's like the kind of flower she has in her books." I think you should buy more of that, maybe business will improve. ”

"Got it, borrow your auspicious words, I'll go first, and you slowly taste the natural taste of success. Seeing that the female student had finished eating, Ling Bai turned around and walked out of the kitchen and walked out the door.

"It will work naturally?" Uncle Zhang held the remaining three-quarters of the cigarette and whispered to himself, "It means a little bit." ”

......

The streets are a little deserted.

Ling Bai glanced at the time, Friday, 12:05, and the female students came before twelve. Does she not have to go to class? Or is the last period a physical education class? The schools in the town are more relaxed, and usually when it is the turn of physical education class, it is free to play, and many students will take advantage of the free time to go out of school to buy snacks.

When he and Li Yueze climbed over the wall and went out when they were in middle school, Li Yueze also fell and injured one of his legs.

Just as she was thinking, the avant-garde girl in black pantyhose had already walked out of the noodle shop, holding the textbook with carnation petals in her hand, her long brown hair covering the side of her face, and she lowered her head and walked in the direction of the school.

Ling Bai turned around and locked the door, and waited for the female student to come to the end of his sight, then quickly followed.

Ling Bai walked this road countless times when he was in school, and many of the commissaries on both sides of the road were still the original bosses. On their faces, in addition to the wrinkles left by the years, the expressions on their faces can basically overlap with those in their memories.

Near the entrance of the middle school, he stopped at the nearby commissary and bought a spicy strip.

"You're Xiao Ling, right?" asked the commissary owner, a little uncertain.

"Hmm," Ling Bai smiled at the boss, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the school gate, where an avant-garde female student and a middle-aged man in a black suit were standing and talking.

"How much?"

"You're still eating this unhygienic thing when you're so big, if you want to eat it, it's not in the way. The boss smiled happily.

"Thank you to the owner. ”

Ling Bai grabbed the spicy strip and took two steps forward.

"Teacher Wang?" he frowned slightly, the man in the suit in front of the school gate was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and it was the middle school teacher surnamed Wang who had come in the morning.

The female student who had her throat cut bought a carnation, a black pantyhose student with carnation petals in her book, and a teacher surnamed Wang who kept her eyes on the carnation when she looked at the flower shop.

The common denominator between them, carnations and schools.

The phone vibrates.

It was Ge Xin who called.

"Lao Bai, your background check has passed, come to do a physical fitness test at the beginning of next month. Ge Xin's voice was full of exhaustion, and this call must have come from a busy schedule.

"How's the case going?" Ling Bai asked in a low voice as his gaze stopped at the two people at the lower door.

"The investigation team above has come down, and they will follow the follow-up cases. According to the testimony of the witnesses, they all said that they did not see anyone committing the murder, and there was only one supermarket nearby that had installed surveillance at the door, but they could only photograph the situation within two or three meters of the door. ”

"In other words, you can't lock down the murderer?"

"The deceased is Zhu Liping, a student in the second class of middle school, from Zhujia Village, and the follow-up investigation should be conducted in the school and the village first. Hehe, yes, Lao Bai, it seems that you are bound to win the position of assistant policeman, and you have already taken on the role in advance, remember that you were not interested in these before. Ge Xin was rarely relaxed.

Through the receiver of the mobile phone, Ling Bai could imagine the narrow smile on his face, and immediately replied: "Let's not talk about it yet, I have to go to exercise to prepare for next month's physical fitness test." ”

Hung up the phone directly, and his face sank.

The teacher surnamed Wang and the students in black pantyhose have entered the school.