Live From The Murder Scene

Xiang Qingxi.

The firmament chewed the name carefully, a strange emotion arose in his chest.

The abnormal feeling is certainly not because of the false name, but the prototype behind the character.

The transcript of the murder case analysis in this scene is adapted from a real case many years ago. The characters are all pseudonyms, their appearance has been greatly adjusted, and some backgrounds have been blurred, but it is still easy to infer the specific age and location of it. After all, every year and in every region, there are different college entrance examination test sites and current political hot spots.

This should have been the virtual world more than 30 years ago.

Xiang Qingxi's age and conditions, even if Sanyao blocked the memory of the firmament for the sake of game justice, she could still easily infer Xiang Qingxi's prototype.

The firmament subconsciously does not want this beautiful woman to be found out of any unbearable past, and at the same time feels that this kind of thinking is too naive and will affect her thinking and prevent her from staying sober. After all, she herself didn't know this woman, or even stranger, and shouldn't make too many predictions.

It is rare for the firmament to have such contradictory and useless thoughts, but the time when the other party appears is very short, but the impact on her is too far-reaching. It exists like a shadow in her long life, and even takes root into a kind of solidified thinking. , Let her change without intention.

No matter how smart she is, she still has the inferiority that a human should have.

Therefore, even when the firmament first saw Xiang Qingxi, there was an intuition that the other party would be a key NPC, but he still subconsciously avoided her.

Therefore, when the firmament happened to encounter this woman who kept flashing in her mind at the door of the dormitory, she still flashed a little uncomfortable.

Xiang Qingxi also saw her, and quickly walked over and asked, "Dong Yan, are you okay?"

The firmament heard her voice in the game for the first time. Clear and soft, it fits her image very well. When asked, her tone was eager, which made people clearly feel her concern.

Looks like a gentle person.

The firmament stunned and shook his head.

Xiang Qingxi stared at her for a while, then asked, "Why didn't you go to class today?"

The firmament said: "I don't want to go to class."

Xiang Qingxi: "Did something happen last night? I heard a lot of movement next door."

Firmament: "Nothing."

Xiang Qingxi hesitated, and then said, "Your roommate is okay? You didn't go up today. I went to ask them, and their reaction was weird."

The firmament still shook his head.

Xiang Qingxi frowned slightly, his face was sad: "Are you really all right?"

The sky's gaze crossed her shoulders, glanced at the anti-theft door with the cute poster behind it, and asked, "Is there anyone in your dormitory today?"

Xiang Qingxi: "No."

Firmament: "Then can I sleep in your dorm for a while?"

"Yes..." Xiang Qingxi asked in a low voice, "Are you not going to class at noon?"

The firmament said: "I'm tired."

Xiang Qingxi's worried expression didn't seem to be fake, his lips opened and he was hesitant to speak. Finally, as if thinking of something, he fumbled in his side pocket and found a small handful of orange-flavored hard candy.

She grabbed the firmament's hand and stuffed it.

Xiang Qingxi is completely different from the people in the memory of the sky. I don't know if Sanyao made too many adjustments to this role, or if his mother was such a person at that time.

But even so, it was difficult for her not to connect the two. The other party always likes to use this method as comfort and reward to others, which made her feel perfunctory and naive.

The firmament looked down at the orange candy in the palm of his hand and asked, "Do you like this candy very much?"

"Yeah." Xiang Qingxi smiled, "Don't you think this kind of candy is delicious? Eating it can make you feel good, and the school is not expensive."

The firmament squeezed his hand, put it back in his pocket, and said, "Thank you."

Xiang Qingxi said, "I'm going to class now, so you can take a good rest. If you don't want to go back, you can stay at night."

She left the key to the sky, waved her hand and said, "I'm leaving now, the swallow is still waiting for me outside."

Xiang Qingxi ran away all the way, and because of her appearance, the live broadcast room kept popping with different pink bubbles.

"What little angel is this? It doesn't look like a bad person."

"As long as I always follow the netizens to counter pressure, I am definitely right. She is the murderer!"

"This modeling is too eccentric. Isn't it worth it for others? You see, even Sanyao's staff can only get the appearance of a middle-aged strange uncle. The artist has no intentions."

"It's affirmative that she is the key person, which means that most of them know it. Whether it is the murderer or not is not necessarily the good person."

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Qiu Cang held the key and entered Xiang Qingxi's dormitory.

She pulled the chair away, sat down at the table, and looked roughly at the objects on the other's table.

She was here to find clues. To her surprise, Xiang Qingxi's dormitory was very "clean", leaving almost no information related to the plot.

The number of homework and exercise books left in the dormitory is scarce, and the writing is clear and the grades are stable. The items are arranged neatly and are all necessities of life. The clothes in the wardrobe are all popular styles, with a faint fragrance of soap. What is stored in the drawer is the most common hair rope, without expensive accessories.

All the details are in line with the personality of her impoverished student, making people unable to find a sense of violation.

The firmament lifted his bag and sat at the table to eat snacks seriously.

With such a result, even she couldn't help but doubt that Xiang Qingxi was just a pure NPC.

The firmament took out the phone and looked at the time. She looked up quickly, but it was three o'clock in the afternoon in game time.

The next clue in the dormitory building may not appear until the evening. The firmament was hesitating whether to go to the classroom or not, when the keyhole on the door suddenly heard a twisting sound. Then a girl walked in from behind the door.

When the other party saw her in the room, his face was slightly surprised, and then quickly faded.

A line of small print floats beside her.

"Xu Manyan, (2) classmate, classmate before division, poor student."

The firmament licked the biscuit foam on his lips and nodded to her in greeting.

Xu Manyan asked: "Dongyan? Why are you here? I heard Xiaoxi say that you missed class this morning?"

The firmament slowly said: "I don't want to go to class."

"Is it because of Xu You?" Xu Manyan rolled her eyes and sneered. "If he is still sick, I will find someone to help you teach him! It's not over!"

The firmament said: "No. I just don't want to go to class. What about you? Class is not over yet, right?"

Xu Manyan: "Physical education, free activities."

She divided the bag in her hand and put it on Xiang Qingxi's table. The firmament looked at it and asked, "What is this?"

"This month's poverty allowance. I took it to her along the way." Xu Manyan looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Are you really all right?"

Firmament: "It's okay."

Xu Manyan whispered a word, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted: "If you want to start, it has nothing to do with you, don't care what they say."

The firmament raised his head, looked at her, and said, "They are right."

"What's right! I said you--" These words seemed to poke Xu Manyan's anger, her expression instantly became excited, but halfway through, she was forcibly suppressed.

She pursed her lower lip, readjusted her emotions, and only said: "I'm leaving now, and the teacher will call the name later."

Firmament: "Good."

Xu Manyan walked to the door, looked back at her again, then closed the door and left.

The firmament opened the bag and counted the contents.

A red envelope.

The firmament was opened and counted, and there was a thousand yuan in cash inside.

A shopping mall card. The face value of the card is five hundred yuan.

A stack of canteen vouchers. A rough estimate is between six hundred and seven hundred.

Two seasonal clothes. They are all fast-selling brands. Not very expensive, but the fabric is comfortable to the touch.

There are still a few books. It looks old, but it is still intact, almost undamaged.

Qiu Cang picked up the phone, rolled it twice in his palm, turned on the screen, and sent a text message to He Jueyun.

The firmament: The subsidy for poor students in No. 1 Middle School is very high.

He Jueyun: How high is it? Poverty subsidy is almost just to provide food and clothing, but what about making a family rich?

The firmament reported the contents of the bag and sent it over.

He Jueyun was shocked after reading it.

This cost of living is much higher than that of ordinary high school students.

He Jueyun: Is this a semester? The poverty subsidy for high school students given by City A seems to be 1,500 per academic year.

Firmament: The sender said it was from this month. There are several similar bags behind the dormitory cabinets, and they should be distributed monthly.

He Jueyun: How is it possible?

He Jueyun: The owner of the commissary said that Tian Yun would often go to him to buy something that was about to expire in order to save money, and sometimes rely on Zhou Nansong to invite dinner. If she had so much poverty allowance, she didn't need to.

The firmament: So the poverty subsidy of No. 1 Middle School is divided into different levels, and the level difference is very large? So what is the criterion? Grades? Personal preferences?

He Jueyun was quiet for a while.

He Jueyun: Just answered the phone.

He Jueyun: Because you said before that Tian Yun and Xiang Qingxi are both poor students, after I came back, I checked relevant information.

Firmament: Are there many poor students in this school?

He Jueyun: More. In response to the call, the No. 1 Middle School recruited a group of poor students. The school has advertised many times, and the Education Bureau also used them as positive cases and gave them a lot of discounts. 【Photo News】

He Jueyun: No. 1 Middle School is a good high school in City A, and it has cooperation with several universities. In the past two years, we have won a few more names for poor students. Last year, and the year before, all poor students were sent to prestigious universities. It also attracted many donations from the community.

Firmament: How about this year? Should the number of recommended places come out at this time?

He Jueyun: I just contacted someone from the Education Bureau to ask, and I will tell you when the result comes out.

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Relevant memories will be blocked when entering the game. This is a copy chosen by the heroine herself. The first chapter has been written, but I will remind you to set it again.

I was late for a while, so add another chapter at 8pm-. -#Please take care of everything