Chapter 35 Northeast Little Conan
Xie An'an and Xiao Qi also got out of the car, their expressions unchanged. Such things were very common, and they were already numb. They stood behind Cai Gen and waited with them.
Cai Gen first stared at Xie An'an, staring hard, the subtext was,
"Are you done? Are you starting to cause trouble again?"
Xie An's face turned bitter, and he wanted to kneel down to Cai Gen, but the driver was there, so he didn't kneel down. He could only shake his head, wanting to prove that the matter in front of him had nothing to do with him, and it really had nothing to do with him.
Xiaoqi saw her father shaking his head, and he also shook his head seriously.
Looking at them like this, Cai Gen probably had nothing to do with them. It's just that the identities of these two people are a bit special. It would be very troublesome if the police asked for their ID cards to record them later. Cai Gen thought,
"Thank you, thank you, brother. You can take your child to my store first. It's cold outside and the child is freezing."
Xiaoqi was very ignorant and said directly,
"Uncle Cai, I'm not cold, I'm not cold at all."
Xie An'an understood what Cai Gen was thinking, so he pulled Xiao Qi,
"Brother Cai, let's go to your store and wait. You should be busy first."
After saying that, he took Xiao Qi, crossed the road, entered the community, and walked towards Cai Gen's store.
Cai Gen saw that Xie was uneasy and they had left. The driver's brother looked a little dull. He took out a cigarette, lit one for the driver, and lit one for himself. He took a strong puff of the cigarette, and his mind slowly recovered from the shock just now. What's going on?
Looking at the situation of Xie An and his son, the death of this high school female student should have been an accident and had nothing to do with either of them. It’s just been a few days. How many people have died?
The old man selling bean buns, Xiao Xiao hanging himself in the hotel, the Burning Necromancer in the corridor, and this is another dead female student.
Well, the people in the corridor died 30 years ago. Doesn't count. Three died in three days, one died in a day?
It's completely a Detective Conan story, with people dying everywhere.
110 arrived before 120. The police looked at the scene and found that the ambulance hadn't arrived yet, so they had to wait.
But seeing that the female student had stopped twitching, and her head was deformed due to the impact, she was probably dead.
I contacted the school immediately and asked the teacher to come over and see if I could contact the girl’s parents.
People came out of the school, and many students came out. Soon someone recognized the identity of the female student from her shoes. A girl in the senior year of high school named Tian Lingling.
Her class teacher also came out. She was a female teacher in her 40s. As soon as she saw something happened, she immediately called the leader. Immediately afterwards, the students were dismissed from school.
Many people appeared out of thin air to watch, and the scene was very chaotic. After Cai Gen and the driver were asked a few questions by the police, they waited nearby.
At this time, 120 also arrived. The on-board doctor and ambulance personnel put the person on the stretcher. Upon examination, they found that he was dead. The weather was very cold and the person was completely cold.
Among the surrounding crowd, a middle-aged woman rushed in. When she saw the girl with bloodstains all over her body and her face deformed, lying on a stretcher, she rushed forward and let out a heart-rending cry.
"Lingling, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom. Lingling, get up. You're fine when you go out in the morning. You went to school all day long. Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
Cai Gen felt uncomfortable as he listened to the woman's cries. He was a senior in high school. He was about to make it through. Why did he die like this?
The woman seemed to have seen the taxi, and then she started shouting at the top of her lungs,
"Where's the driver? Who was hit by lightning and killed my Lingling?" Everyone looked at the driver next to Cai Gen. Before the driver could explain, the woman rushed over and grabbed the driver's collar. , The Sistile Cry,
"You pay with your life, I will fight with you, I want you, pay with your life."
At this time, Cai Gen saw clearly with the help of a street light. The woman's coat looked familiar. She seemed to be the woman who went to see the master during the day. It was the woman who went to see the master because his daughter's grades were declining. What a coincidence. Bar.
Seeing the woman banging her head against the driver's chest, it seemed like she was risking her life. The driver was so frightened that he quickly said,
"I didn't hit it. I had already parked the car. Your daughter fell from the sky. It really wasn't me who hit her. Let go. Police, police, you take care of her."
The police saw the move, came over and pulled the woman away, and helped the driver explain,
"Sister, it wasn't a car accident, it was a jump from the teaching building."
When the woman heard it, it was not a car accident. It had nothing to do with the driver, but he jumped from the teaching building? What does the school do for food? What does the teacher do for food?
When he saw his daughter's class teacher, he rushed over again, grabbed the head teacher's hair, and shouted crazily,
"My daughter came to school, how did your teacher control her? She came to school well, why did she jump to her death?"
The head teacher’s head was pulled down very low by the woman. While explaining, she resisted,
"Students come to school voluntarily for self-study. Today is the weekend, a holiday, and it has nothing to do with the school."
As soon as these words were spoken, the women became even more crazy,
"What's voluntary? What's the weekend holiday? My daughter has not paid a penny less for tuition fees. Do you want to shirk your responsibility?"
The crowd of onlookers also looked down upon the teacher's refusal, voluntarily? Free? Self-study? Has nothing to do with school?
When the police saw that this was not going to work, they pulled the woman away again and patiently persuaded her.
"Sister, please send the child to the hospital first, and then we will investigate the responsibility issue."
The woman completely lost her mind, struggling and shouting
"Why should we send him to a hospital if he is already dead? Just lie in front of their school. If it is not solved or dealt with, I will die with my daughter."
After the head teacher was released, he saw that the situation was beyond his control, so he quickly left the crowd, got into his car, and drove away.
Because of the head teacher's remarks about shirking responsibility just now, Cai Gen also began to despise this head teacher and kept staring at her.
Then, when I saw the class teacher getting into a red Beetle and leaving in a hurry, I felt even more contemptuous. A purely imported car, worth at least more than 300,000 yuan, free self-study? Pooh.
Cai Gen has respected the profession of teacher since he was a child, because it is a group of great people and a great profession. Although Cai Gen did not listen carefully in class when he was a child, and he did not know whether the teacher was good or not, but he could If you insist on doing something so boring for a long time or do it repeatedly, it is worthy of respect in itself.
Later, it changed because of opening a restaurant.
Because the business was not good and it was very close to the school, Cai Gen once wanted to change the restaurant into a small meal class for students, but a piece of information dispelled his idea. It turns out that all small meal classes are covered by the head teacher, or a friend, or They are relatives. Which small meal class the students go to is recommended by the head teacher.
It is said to be a recommendation, but in fact, which parent is willing to offend the teacher? The teacher is still unwilling to pay attention to her because of the relationship.
Therefore, those small rice classes that are relevant recruit students as a whole class, while other small rice classes that are not relevant have no students.
(End of chapter)