Chapter 289: Is it with [Masked]?
What came from the other end of the phone was a cold and mechanical female voice: "The number you dialed is currently unavailable, please call again later."
Feng Ju frowned and hung up the phone, and the blue and white car he got in happened to stop at the gate of the No. 8 Middle School campus.
The No. 8 Middle School, as an important examination room for the martial arts joint examination, has recently adopted a semi-open management model and warmly welcomes students, parents, teachers and other people from outside the school to visit.
There were people coming and going on campus, not only students and parents, but also TV reporters busy preparing to report on this event.
This time the martial arts joint examination is not only a competition of students' martial arts skills, but also an important opportunity for the school system and the ruling government to cooperate and jointly demonstrate political achievements.
It was gradually held as a grand event, aiming to showcase the results of martial arts education and the comprehensive strength of the school to the public.
Starting tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the top sixteen will be selected from each grade and after completing the first round of the leapfrog challenge, every subsequent arena battle will be broadcast simultaneously on the TV station.
This will inevitably push this martial arts joint examination to a higher level of popularity and attract more attention.
At that time, officials from the education system and influential figures from all walks of life will be present as guests.
It can be said that the nature of the first joint martial arts examination in District 9 is changing subtly. There are many related and unrelated people who want to take this opportunity to gain some fame or fortune.
As for whether this deviates from the original intention, or what the students and teachers think, no one cares.
Even though a vicious serial murder incident had just recently occurred in No. 8 Middle School, and the case was unsolved and was probably still ongoing, it would not be able to prevent this grand performance from going on in full swing.
The many questions or dissatisfaction of the people below were only responded to by the few understatements mentioned above:
"Intensify security and make sure there is no room for error. Whoever causes problems will have their clothes taken off."
"With so many important guests and so many cameras, even if there is a murderer hidden in the school, would he still dare to pop out and kill in front of the camera?"
"In short, if there are difficulties, it must be held, and if there are no difficulties, it must be held. The grand event decided by the higher authorities will be stopped just because of a little murderer?"
In short, the current situation is that the people above are very calm, but it is hard to say how panicked the people below are.
Feng Ju didn't even need to show his ID. The uniform he was wearing was the best pass. The security guard at the door took one look at him and let him go.
In the past few days, the most frequent visitors to the school, apart from the students or teachers, were the people from the patrol room and the police department. Their uniformed security guards were already vomiting.
Of course, the group of people from the patrol room and the arrest department that the security guard saw a few days ago were not Feng Ju's group.
That group was sent to assist school security, maintain the order of the "performance", and protect the personal safety of the guests if there was an accident.
That batch of arrests was led by Li Chang, the current captain of the patrol room, and working with him was the third brigade of the arrest department.
Therefore, Li Sheng was now panicking and cursing in his heart. He had finally worked hard to get out of the whirlpool of screening [Mask], but in the blink of an eye, he was back in the ghost place of No. 8 Middle School. This time, he did not need to go deep to identify the true face of [Mask], but directly shouldered the heavy responsibility of security work to ensure that this grand event could proceed safely and smoothly.
"Is this really going to go smoothly?"
Li Shan raised his head and looked at the bright banners hanging on the campus. Looking at the densely packed heads, he felt a wave of dizziness coming over his head.
If the previous No. 8 Middle School was a rice vat, and [Masque] was the parasite hidden in it, then the current No. 8 Middle School has been expanded into a huge rice bucket. You can use this test to test the parasites inside. Will insects eat rice grains?
Do you think [Personal Mask] can't bear it?
Li Shan shook his head vigorously, and his eyes swept over the reporters carrying cameras, as well as the motionless cameras hung on the walls and tied to trees in order to edit more "reality show" material later.
Not only did Li Shan feel no warmth in his heart, but he felt chills, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
Chang Erbing, who was standing aside, was also looking around at the cameras. He felt a little calmer and muttered involuntarily:
"Captain Li, I took a look. There are really many cameras. [Masked] shouldn't dare to come out to commit crimes. Once he shows up, the possibility of being photographed is too high. He can't be that stupid."
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It's hard for Li Shan to jump to conclusions about whether [Personal] is stupid, but Li Shan uses his reputation as a detective to guarantee that Chang Erbing is really stupid.
He looked at Chang Erbing with an almost pity look, smiled coldly, and then asked:
"Let me ask you, why is [Personal Mask] called [Personal Mask]?"
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Chang Erbing replied almost without thinking: "Because, he is wearing a [mask]?!"
Li Shan gently pressed his sore eyebrows and said slowly but firmly: "Yes, he is wearing a [mask], so is he afraid of the camera?"
Chang Erbing seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream. His eyes fell on the cameras again, and he suddenly felt a chill rushing from his spine to his forehead. It was as if the whole world had turned black and white, and his head was so cold that it felt like it was about to burst. It seems to be open.
Chang Erbing took a few deep breaths, and the panic could not be suppressed in his voice:
"No, Captain Li, we can no longer take on this security job. We have to go to the congressman quickly and find a way to reject it..."
Li Shan stretched out his fingers to block Chang Erbing's mouth, gritted his teeth and roared:
"How to refuse? Are you going to stage the kidnapping of Secretary Hou again?"
Yes, it's so easy to refuse the mission assigned by Shangguan. They have already rejected the commissioner. If they reject the congressman again this time, then they might as well just take off their clothes on the spot.
Li Shan and Chang Erbing looked at each other, both of them complaining silently:
"What do you mean, we tied our heads and worked hard to get out of the vortex of [Personalization], just for the sake of co-writing, and now we have stepped back into this deeper quagmire?"
It was hard for them not to feel a strange anger, as if they had been maliciously teased by fate.
The teeth in Li Shan's mouth were gritting loudly. He really wished he could rush directly in front of the big shots who made decisions and smash their heads into pieces one by one to see if their brains were filled with rice milk? ! !
Li Sheng now had to seriously doubt that those people above and [Mask] might be the same group at all!
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(End of chapter)