Chapter 368 How many people can be killed by lying down at a height of 100 years?
82% of the lamp holders in the upper city are on, and the great artificial sunlight shines through the tall campus trees on the wide playground. The grand scene of the joint martial arts examination is dazzling.
The ring is built in the middle of the campus, surrounded by excited students.
Students from various universities wore brightly colored martial arts uniforms, with nervous and excited expressions, as if the air was filled with the smell of fighting spirit and competition.
All kinds of well-dressed big men were invited to visit, and the cameras surround them like long guns and short cannons.
There are many students and parents around, and the ward and police stations have also changed into casual clothes and mixed into the crowd to experience the noise of the festival together.
The entire Eighth Middle School seems to be shrouded in a warm, high-spirited and positive atmosphere.
The girls' dormitory was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Xiaojuan's bed was empty and the quilts were neatly stacked, as if she had never slept here.
Zhang Liyao stood beside the bed, her fingers tremblingly stroking Xiaojuan's pillow, and her heart felt cold.
"Where did Xiaojuan go last night?"
Cuicui sat on her bed, frowned, and a hint of uneasiness in her tone.
Zhang Liyao did not answer, and she glanced at Feng Yuhuai in the aftermath of her light.
Feng Yuhuai was sitting in front of the mirror to comb her hair, her long hair was like a waterfall, elegant and elegant.
Her expression was calm, and there was a hint of sadness between her eyebrows, as if she was worried about where Xiaojuan had gone.
"Yuhuai, do you think something happened to Xiaojuan? It won't be like Yazhi..." Cuicui suddenly asked, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
Feng Yuhuai put down the comb, turned around, with a hint of concern in her eyes:
"We searched all the dormitory buildings. Although we didn't find Xiaojuan, we didn't find anything. Blood, so let's not scare ourselves. Xiaojuan might be something happened at night and went out, but she didn't have time to tell us. "
Feng Yuhuai tried to comfort Cuicui, but the sad face on Cuicui's face She sighed helplessly:
"How about I accompany you to ask the head teacher?" Zhang Liyao stood beside him and said nothing, but when the two of them went out, they changed their shoes and walked out together.
1 quarter of an hour later.
The head teacher sat behind the desk, his hands overlapped and his knuckles turned white.
The head teacher replied calmly:
"I understand, don't worry, something happened at Xiaojuan's house. She went home last night."
Zhang Lijiao's pupils shook violently, her lips pursed into a pale line, Breathing seemed to have stopped.
Last night's memories came like a tide. She subconsciously pinched her palms, and the sharp pain reminded her that she was not a ghost.
Cuicui usually acts stupid and boldly, but now she shows a completely different delicate and sensitive feeling. She shook her head and said: "Impossible, I asked the dormitory manager, She didn't get up last night and opened the door. Besides, I checked Xiaojuan's wardrobe. She couldn't go out in her pajamas in the middle of the night, right? "
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became gloomy and the air seemed to solidify.
The head teacher's face suddenly turned dark, with an indescribable chill.
He stared at Xiaojuan coldly, "Do you think the teacher will lie to you?"
"I...I don't mean that!"
Cuicui I couldn't help but speak, my voice trembled, as if I had plucked up great courage,
"I'm just worried about Xiaojuan... After all, the murderer who killed Yazhi might still be hiding in the school..."
"Enough!"
The head teacher interrupted with a cold shout. Cuicui said in a doubtful tone:
"The school will deal with this matter. Don't ask too much or go out to talk nonsense. Especially now, the school is holding a martial arts competition, and there must be no trouble."
The head teacher paused, turned to Feng Yuhuai, and said with a clear expression:
"Feng Yuhuai, since you have finally entered the finals, you must seize every time to prepare for the game and don't follow them to mess around. This is your rare opportunity, do you understand?" Then, the head teacher looked at Cuicui who seemed dissatisfied, and coldly "And you, you were defeated in the second round of the martial arts exam this time. After you go back, you should practice quickly. Don't think about these things. Be careful of being thrown out of the key martial arts class in the final exam. .”
Cuicui's eyes widened, her eyes shining with stubbornness and anger, and she opened her mouth to refute.
Zhang Lijiu grabbed Cuicui's wrist behind her and shook her head gently.
Cui Cui felt depressed and had nowhere to vent, so she had to grit her teeth and swallow the rebuttal back.
She was unwilling to accept it, but she could not help but let Zhang Liya pull her out of the office.
Feng Yuhuai was speechless, and his footsteps were so light that they could hardly be heard.
She lowered her head, and her long black hair covered half of her face like a curtain, making her expression hidden in the shadows and unable to see clearly.
She did not interrupt or express her opinion, but just followed the two of them quietly, as if a quiet shadow, silently.
As he was about to reach the entrance of the stairs, Feng Yuhuai turned his head slightly and looked back.
I saw the head teacher walking out of the office with a thick folder in his arms. His expression was a little hurried, his brows slightly frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
He was very fast, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the tiles to make a subtle sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the quiet corridor.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Feng Yuhuai watched his figure disappear behind the door of the teaching director's office next door. The door was taken by him and made a dull "click" sound.
Feng Yuhuai withdrew her gaze and tilted her head slightly. Then, a faint curve slowly emerged from the corner of her mouth.
The windows of the director's office were closed, the air conditioner buzzed low, and the air conditioner mixed with the old smell of the sandalwood desk.
The head teacher stood at the desk and reported the matter concisely.
After hearing this, the director of the teaching staff was calm and he just took off his gold-rimmed glasses slowly.
He took off his glasses very slowly, and the temples made a slight friction sound as they streaked across the temples, like a blade shaving through the joints.
"Another,"
The director of the teaching staff sighed at the lens, and the velvet cloth dragged a sticky hissing sound when it rubbed the mirror.
"This is the fourth in the past two days "
The head teacher's Adam's apple slid: "What?"
The director coughed and taught, the director coughed lightly, and the eyes after putting on the glasses again seemed to be covered in fog The deep pool:
"Nothing, I mean you deal with it well. If another student comes to ask, you can say that."
The head teacher nodded, hesitated for a moment, and his voice lowered: "Student, It's easy to deal with, but the parents said "
" and just said that they were staying in school to prepare for the martial arts league." The director interrupted, "The excuse is a little bit crappy." It's okay, anyway, after these two days, the martial arts joint examination will be successfully completed. "The head teacher nodded with understanding, but said a little worriedly:
The head teacher understood it, but was still a little worried, and his voice was almost inaudible: "In this case, the missing student may be "
The director raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and he stood up , walked to the window and opened the thick curtains.
The "sunlight" pours in, but it cannot dispel the coldness in the room.
He stared at the stone tablet standing in front of the teaching building, which was engraved with the school's establishment time.
The festive banner was blown by the wind, and the bright red silk cloth slapped on the stone tablet, and the two gilded characters "Eight Middle School" were shining brightly.
But the shadow of the stone tablet was very long, as if it was lying down at a height of one hundred years, silently covering the entire campus.
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(This chapter ends)