Jiang Ying glanced at each other without any trace.

Well, she is not ...

This is the reaction of a normal person being smoked, not a vampire.

...

It's strange, since it's not a vampire, why should you target me like this?

...

Jiang Yingman didn't want to understand the doubt, but at this time, the car had already drove to the door of the school.

"Well, thanks to Comrade Jc, I went back to class."

He broke the door switch, but found that the other party locked the door.

Chu Ling took off the sunglasses on his face and turned his head to look at Jiang Ying with extremely cold eyes.

Jiang Ying is no stranger to this look. Every time he whispers in the back of the exam, the invigilator on the podium also stares at him like this.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Ying looked at Chu Ling calmly.

Since he is facing a human being, Jiang Ying has no reason to be afraid.

...

Chu Ling stared at Jiang Ying.

She found that the young man in front of him behaved like a non-experienced student everywhere, but also very in line with his identity, but at some moments, the look in his eyes was far beyond what a high school could do. The temperament possessed, although these moments all flashed away, Chu Ling captured it.

"This is your card."

She took a transparent plastic bag from the storage box at the front of the car.

It was the student card Jiang Ying had lost in the bag.

Chu Ling was paying attention to Jiang Ying's facial expression during the whole process of removing the bag. To her disappointment, she did not see any nervous expression on Jiang Ying's face, but it also made her more affirmed Young people are definitely not as simple as they seem.

When Jiang Ying saw his student card, he immediately realized why the other party was only seeing his face when he was at the school gate, and then he directly pressed him to the ground.

Because the school's student card is printed with each person's own avatar photo.

"It's my right." Jiang Ying nodded simply.

"There are fingerprints of poems on it." Chu Ling took the second sentence.

However, Jiang Ying's expression is still very calm, just pretending to be pretending to be thinking something, muttering: "Well ... who is the poem?"

In my heart, Jiang Ying recalled it at the fastest speed. It seems that the younger sister named He Shiyun really took his student card.

It's really troublesome ...

"I don't know who is helping you, but you can't run away." Chu Ling looked at Jiang Ying coldly.

But Jiang Ying has not been deterred by the other party. Since he has come into contact with the creatures in the dark, Jiang Ying has seen every human being amiable, even if the other party is staring at himself with murderous eyes this time, Jiang Ying feels very cute ...

"Uh, generally speaking, shouldn't the evidence be locked in the evidence storage room?" He asked, looking at the student card with his own head.

"You know what a fart!"

Chu Lingqiang endured the urge to beat Jiang Ying.

It ’s against the rules to secretly keep this thing, which of course she knows. However, even if the card has He Shiyun ’s fingerprint on it, it ca n’t directly prove that the other party is the murderer. The whole murder scene except this card in the grass, There are really no other clues related to the student in front of me, but I can tell Chu Ling intuitively that things are definitely not that simple. The more Jiang Ying looked harmless to humans and animals, the more she felt abominable.

Team Zhang forced her to take a vacation, nothing more than wanted her to continue to pursue the case. Chu Ling now even began to suspect that the so-called superior dispatched investigation team came to help Jiang Ying offense ... So this important material evidence, she It was kept secretly.

...

Jiang Ying narrowed his eyes.

He could understand it. Sure enough, even under extreme emotional conditions, even a special person like Punishment J would make some extremely low-level mistakes. How can there be private evidence in front of the suspect? This is not nonsense. What.

"Can I go? Or do you want to get me back again ..." Jiang Ying pointed to the school gate and said: "I have almost absent from the class for a day today, and the people in the class must miss me. "

"..."

Chu Ling gasped slightly.

"Open the door ~" Jiang Ying said to Chu Ling with a long tail.

...

Under desperation, Chu Ling could only let Jiang Ying leave.

Although she was extremely angry, even if she was on vacation, her identity was still jc, and she had absolute restraint on her behavior, otherwise she would have gone up to unload Jiang Ying.

This time she just wanted to test Jiang Ying's reaction.

However, Jiang Ying's performance was impeccable and there were no loopholes at all.

Chu Ling does not have the power to pursue this case now, but she did not intend to give up. This is a homicide in poetry and poetry. She definitely wants to bring the murderer to court by herself.

...

"call……"

After Jiang Ying got off the bus, he was relieved.

"Mad woman."

He whispered softly.

Never encountered such a troublesome thing, it really is relatively simple and comfortable to be a high school student who brushes questions every day.

Jiang Ying glanced back at Chu Ling, who had hung his sunglasses back in the car, and shook his head.

He hasn't closed his eyes for more than n hours. If he doesn't go back to lie down, he will have to explain his life.

It was already afternoon in the afternoon, but for some reason, the weather changed from the scorching sun in the morning to a cloudy day. Looking at the overcast clouds, it might be raining for a while. This made Jiang Ying's sleepiness even more heavy.

Jiang Ying quickly walked towards the school gate.

However, without taking a few steps, he suddenly discovered that someone had caught his clothes.

Jiang Ying thought that he was the crazy woman of Chu Ling who wanted to be a ghost again. This time he even stabilized his footsteps in an instant, showing a perfect fighting style, in case he turned back and ate another one.

But then the voice of a milky little girl came from behind him: "Brother, do you want to buy a flower?"

Jiang Ying turned her head to find that a little girl about seven or eight years old was dragging a bag of roses that was taller than her own. He carefully grasped Jiang Ying's clothing corner with one hand, and looked all over with a look of expectation.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ying's original sharp eyes softened instantly.

The little girl carefully shook Jiang Ying ’s clothing corner and pointed at Chu Ling who was staring at Jiang Ying in the rear suv car and said with a sweet smile: "Brother bought a flower for your girl Friends. "

"Girlfriend?" Jiang Ying twitched awkwardly.

Why do children hurt our single dogs ...

He was thinking about how to refuse politely without hurting the little angel, but suddenly glanced at a blue flower brooch on the little girl's dress.

This sign Jiang Ying is no stranger, and can even be said to be very familiar. It is the emblem of an orphanage in the city.

As for why Jiang Ying would be familiar, it was because he used to stay in this orphanage for some time. When he was very young, he could not remember the experience of that period, but this orphanage has always used the blue He still bears in mind the color flower emblem.

Then the identity of the little girl is self-evident.

Jiang Ying crouched down and said with a smile: "Little sister, that is not the girlfriend of the brother, that is my little aunt ..."

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His words were probably heard by Chu Ling. She plucked her head out of the car window and scolded Jiang Ying, then lifted the throttle straight away.

Jiang Ying was too lazy to care about this crazy woman.

But the little girl already held a rose and looked at him pitifully.

Jiang Ying couldn't refuse it, so he couldn't buy it back to pull the petals off and soak in the water.

He took the flower in the little girl's hand, but it was estimated that the extreme sleeplessness at this time was a bit uncomfortable, and he directly held the spiky position on the flower branch.

"I go……"

Jiang Ying scolded himself stupidly.

Then he touched his trouser pocket.

Yes, this time it was even more awkward, and the wallet was not worn. After all, the trousers he is wearing were worn yesterday when he went to squat in the development zone. Usually, he needs to carry some corresponding weapons for the hunting mission, so naturally it is impossible to go out with his wallet.

What's even more painful is that his mobile phone has run out of electricity at this moment.

...

Jiang Yingsi thought about it, and just glanced at the uncle of the guard who was picking his nose.

So far, I can only ask Uncle to borrow a little change.

"Little sister, take it first, uncle me ... ah, brother, I'll go get you money."

Jiang Ying had to hand the flower back to the little girl.

"Be careful, there are so many thorns on it ..."

After that, Jiang Ying ran to the guard's office.

Suddenly, Uncle asked for 20 yuan of change, and before leaving, he was spit out by his old man: "Who is it in this era? Who makes cash and dumplings."

...

With a black line in his forehead, Jiang Ying came back cheeky and took Uncle Twenty Dollars.

However, after he turned around, he could no longer find the little girl.

"strange……"

The empty space in front of the whole school gate was empty.

He also made a special round around the circular fountain outside the school gate, and looked at both sides of the road.

Nowhere is there a little girl who buys flowers.

...

It didn't take a minute for Jiang Ying to find Uncle before and after borrowing money. The little girl was pulling such a big bag, it was impossible to go far in such a short time.

But now there is indeed no trace of any child around.

At this time, the clouds in the sky were getting denser and denser, and there was a light rain, let alone children, even though there were few pedestrians.

Although Jiang Ying felt very embarrassed and puzzled, he did not continue to look for it. It is estimated that others thought he was just going to get money to find a reason to go away.

"Otherwise, I really haven't slept in my brain for too long."

Jiang Ying shrugged his shoulders, turned back and trot into the school gate.

After returning the twenty dollars to the uncle, he rushed back to the dormitory.

...

For Jiang Ying, this day has been quite fulfilling. Apart from not having a class, his experience before and after is too rich. Jiang Ying, who was already exhausted, didn't even think about the details. He quickly climbed into his bed and hugged his pillow and fell asleep.

...

What Jiang Ying didn't know was that when the dark clouds enveloped the city, the night fell completely.

The rose stained with his blood has been transferred to the hands of others.

...

Inside a building in the city of s, under the dim light, someone was sitting by the window, gazing quietly at the lights of the city.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, heavy downpour washes the city's long-standing dust.

Lightning flashes frequently in the sky.

But the cold light at that moment did not illuminate the person's face.

Only the white, slender hand holding the rose could be seen.

The spikes of the rose branch were no longer stained with blood.

...

The owner holding the rose's hand seemed to be savoring something, but he could not see anything clearly in the darkness.

Can only hear a whisper:

"This kind of person appeared again the next day, which happened to be Sunday.

Sunday is the only time for the senior high school students who do not need to attend classes, but they will have more difficult self-study arrangements for brushing questions than classes.

Of course, Jiang Ying did not participate.

He slept his head straight until 9:30 in the morning, and this sleep was almost twenty hours. When he woke up, he felt that he was almost falling apart.

At this time, the other three roommates in his dormitory had long disappeared. At this time, it was more than nine o'clock. It is estimated that people have been fighting in the ocean of knowledge for three or four hours.

Jiang Ying's high school life is not the same as others. He doesn't have a head in his studies, and he doesn't have a very hard buddy. As for the love operations such as early love, he has no relationship with him. He didn't necessarily shout his name, even with these people in the dormitory. It can be said that he is a relatively marginal character in this school. Everyone generally only heard Jiang Ying's name on the radio, but rarely saw a real person. Because his life rhythm is not the same as others, and even his work and rest are opposite. This is caused by his other layer of identity, so it is normal to not have too much communication with others around him.

Of course, Jiang Ying has long been accustomed to his incomparable spirit at night and only half life during the day.

It seems that the sun is basking, and Jiang Ying is too lazy to go to the library to study on his own.

After washing, I went straight to the cafeteria.

...

Usually, the school is very busy on Sunday.

Because many parents will come to school to see their baby sons and daughters on this day, they will also have to bring their own chicken soup and several children's favorite dishes.

Jiang Ying is used to a person sitting in the corner and having a meal.

To summarize it in a single sentence, it is: "I eat and travel with dogs, stop and go ~~"

...

But today Jiang Ying met an acquaintance as soon as he entered the canteen door.

"Lying trough? Are you still alive?" This was the high school student who was fined with Jiang Ying for cleaning the playground yesterday.

It can be seen that after one morning of sun exposure, it is clear that his little white face is darker than the original by a few shades, but it still belongs to the category of little white face.

"Uh ..." Jiang Ying only realized at this time that he didn't remember the other party's name at all: "Little white face? Little red face? ... Little four eyes?"

"..." The other party covered his head with black lines and said with a sneer: "My name is Shen Xiaolong ...".

"Oh ~" Jiang Ying perfunctoryly made a sudden expression, and then walked slowly towards the breakfast window: "Did your family not come to see you?"

"Me?" Shen Xiaolong made a cut and rolled his eyes: "My dad wouldn't want me to go back on vacation, how could he come to see me."