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"I didn't steal."

Zhuang Qiang sat on a chair, his hair was dripping wet, and opposite him sat Ran Qing and Xia Xiaoxiao who were listening attentively.

"I didn't steal it. They have no way to prove that I stole it, but I also have no way to prove that it wasn't me... This morning the president found that his long knife was missing. Some said they didn't know they didn't see it, and some said... .The last time I saw the long knife was in my hand... I can't argue, I didn't steal it."

Ran Qing frowned, and asked, "The knife---"

"I did bring that knife back!" Zhuang Qiang said incoherently, "After shooting the night scene last night, I and a few other boys cleaned up the scene. After playing, we all took pictures. In the end, I tied the knife around my waist and brought it back. But I put it back together with the props, and I put it! Standing in the corner, it disappeared!"

Xia Xiaoxiao thought about it for a moment, not only did the school not have cameras in the classrooms, but there were also no club activity rooms, so the way to check and monitor was impossible.

"They came to search the dormitory, they came to search your bed, didn't they?" Xia Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice, "I want to see if you have hidden the knife."

Zhuang Qiang's eyes were red, and he choked up when he thought of the predicament of being besieged, looked at by pairs of eyes, and questioned by mouths in the morning: "Yes, they didn't find it... If they didn't find it, they said I resold stolen goods... "

Ran Qing scolded "Bastard", and was so angry that his head hurt. He and Xia Xiaoxiao looked at each other, and saw that each other's eyes were full of anger.

"In the afternoon, I walked again along the way I came back from last night, walked back to East Lake, and searched a lot around the shooting scene. I knew I couldn't find it, but...but..."

Zhuang Qiang grabbed his hair, covered his face again, and let out an irritable "fuck".

Ran Qing stood up and circled around, unable to hear the sound of sobbing, distracted: "He's already in his twenties, why is he still doing a framing trick that even elementary school chickens at the age of thirteen or fourteen can't do, it's really fucking Good people being bullied!"

Exhausted, Zhuang Qiang weakly stated all the suspicions and insults he had suffered today to his two roommates. It was useless to scold him, and no one could find a way to prove their innocence for a while.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Zhuang Qiang dragged his body and tidied up his bed disheartened: "It might cause trouble in the student union...the president and the president of the student union are good brothers..."

The two of them were speechless. Ran Qing wanted to say that if you don't want a bureaucratic title, then you don't want to. If you can't say it, resigning voluntarily and being slandered by rumors to dismissal are two completely opposite concepts.

Zhuang Qiang simply put the desk back together, with a wry smile of relief on the corner of his mouth: "At least you all believe in me, I really---"

The words of thanks were interrupted by a knock on the door, and the person outside the door shouted: "Zhuang Qiang!"

The elevator of Hoshizui Amano slowly ascended.

Mao Fei packed the book in his sweater hat, and shook Zhuang Zhou's left hand with both hands to play a rascal: "I can't leave you, I don't want to be locked in the study by myself, you can accompany me."

Zhuang Zhou didn't let go, and gave him a look to let him experience it for himself.

Mao Fei was not discouraged, and tried to act more coquettishly. As soon as he took Zhuang Zhou's arm into his arms, a bell rang to make trouble. He muttered "Who?" world of two.

It was Ran Qing, and the voice on the receiver was extremely serious: "Feifei, is it convenient for you to talk on the phone now?"

Mao Fei put away his frolicking and hurriedly said, "It's convenient, tell me, what's the matter?"

The elevator door opened, and Mao Fei was led by Zhuang Zhou into the entrance corridor, and then led into the house.

The cat owners usually come to welcome the door, but unfortunately this time they didn't get the favor of the adjutant who shoveled shit. He kicked off his shoes and went straight to the sofa, sitting cross-legged angrily, cursing: "What the hell! Do they have evidence?! Literal Spreading rumors at the first touch? This is it!"

Ran Qing said angrily: "It's not over yet. Just now the president, the president and vice president of the student union, and the members of the life department came together to see if Zhuang Qiang has anything to explain. What the fuck can I explain? They are quite reasonable, saying that they have no evidence to prove that he stole it, but after all, the rumors have been circulating for a day, and the influence is not good. They want to remove him from the position of deputy committee member to save face, and they will just give up a reason. "

"Are you funny?!" Mao Fei pulled a pillow and hugged it into his arms, stopped complaining first, and asked, "Is Zhuang Qiang okay?"

"Not too good," Ran Qing sighed, "Xiao Xiao and I were wandering downstairs, he said he wanted to stay by himself for a while, and the two of us came out."

Mao Fei muttered: "Is there really no way?"

There was a sneer from the receiver, and Ran Qing said, "Do you think it's over? You can't even guess what's going to happen next, it's bloody."

Mao Fei was annoyed: "What's wrong!"

"That committee member, that dog/forced life committee member, he doesn't know that we won't be here on weekends, he doesn't know that we're going back to school this afternoon, and he doesn't know that you won't be back for a long time. His grandma's leg, our dormitory will have to leave tomorrow. Change the lock!"

Mao Fei asked, "What do you mean?"

"The committee member looked through his eyes and pointed at your bed and said something was wrong. Didn't you fold the quilt and put it on the pillow? There was only a bunk on the bed. He said, 'Look, is the bed sheet bulging', and then Fuck off your bed, and then that fucking knife will magically appear!"

Mao Fei: "...Fuck, who put it there! This is obviously premeditated! How did they get into our dormitory? And they even picked the lock?!"

After Zhuang Zhou made out with the two clingy little masters, he poured a cup of Wen Baikai on the coffee table, sat next to Mao Fei, and questioned with his eyes.

Mao Fei turned on the phone, and Ran Qing's troublesome voice came clearly: "I guess they came to search Zhuang Qiang's bed in the morning, and sneaked in to frame us in the afternoon when we were in class and there was no one in the dormitory. Fuck/ Damn it, labor and management are going to tell the principal to install a camera now, so I'm so mad!"

Mao Fei was incompetent and furious: "Are they still saying that I'm protecting him?!"

"It has to be said that he uses his words very carefully, and he said 'according to my reasoning', fuck! I'm going to throw up! He said that the three of us are covering him up and collaborating with him! The president of the Hanfu Society even added fuel, recalling you and Zhuang Qiang We went to their club to sign up together, and said that the two of you liked his long knife very much at that time, and you two had planned to bite it back. Zhuang Qiang became so angry that he picked up his chair and was about to go up to do it, but fortunately he was hugged by Xiao Xiao Otherwise, you might see blood."

Mao Fei also recalled the day when he accompanied Zhuang Qiang to the Hanfu club, the president warmly received him, and when he saw Zhuang Qiang praising his precious sword, he was so happy from ear to ear. cool.

He was incompetent and furious again: "Blood spurts!!"

"Zhuang Qiang said that the three of us were not in the dormitory at all last night. It was useless. Give us a big hat for gang crimes and cover each other. I really want to have a fight with them! Xia Xiaoxiao said that you always go to your cousin on weekends We live at home, and we will come back on Monday. This time, we are inviting us to play at your cousin’s house. If they don’t believe it, they can ask Mr. Zhuang. , Elevator monitoring, see where we were last night, the facts will silence the rumors."

Mao Fei was so angry that his voice changed: "What did they say!"

"Let's pull it down, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Although we can produce an alibi, Zhuang Qiang can't help it. He still has no way to defend himself. He said before that there is no evidence to accuse him of stealing the knife. Now the knife is in our dormitory. There is no need to talk about the reason for dismissal." Just nailed him to the pillar of shame for stealing, it’s really fucking wicked!"

Mao Fei was about to blow up, and he looked at Zhuang Zhou with flaming eyes: "What should I do! Are they going to be pressed on the head alive?!"

Ran Qing thought he was talking to himself, and replied: "Feifei, their bureaucracy is disgusting. The result of my discussion with Xiao Xiao is---revenge. Have we offended anyone? After thinking about it, only one person."

Mao Fei was shocked, and he and Ran Qing affirmed: "Zhu Ming!"

Mao Fei angrily thumped the pillow: "He teased me, I teased him, made him vomit and make himself ugly, made him lose his official position, and he was always looking for revenge!"

Ran Qing corrected him: "Why did you harm him? He deserved it. He committed his own crimes and can't live well."

It's almost eleven o'clock, and this is the most lenient time the two of them can give Zhuang Qiang. If they go out to open a room... then don't worry about Zhuang Qiang being alone in the dormitory. It is too late to regret when the enemy loses [-] to [-].

At the end of the call, Ran Qing warned: "Feifei, you have to be extra careful, don't get caught, you know?"

Mao Fei knew that his only excuse now was his forbidden teacher-student relationship.

Huadan and Xiaosheng were attracted by the muffled wailing, and saw their shit-shoveling adjutant burying his face in the pillow and rolling all over the sofa, all the books in the hood were rolled to the ground.

Zhuang Zhou grabbed Mao Fei's ankle and dragged him to his side. He heard him cry and blame himself, "What's the matter with Guan Zhuangqiang? What's the matter with him? I'm the one who played him! I... I'm sorry for Zhuang Qiang, I'm really sorry for him, he stopped that scumbag from stealing my oil painting, he made such a mess, the whole school knows...he was retaliated against again this time, I really...ah-- -!!"

"Don't worry, Zhu Ming is just your current guess." Zhuang Zhou hugged him with a pillow in his arms, and comforted him, "Tell me carefully first."

Mao Fei just talked about it, and the more he talked about it, the more heartbroken he was. Zhuang Zhou rubbed his earlobe to help him calm down, and pondered: "How long is the knife?"

"It's quite long." Mao Fei opened his arms and gestured, and asked, "You want to say that the knife is very conspicuous, and there will always be witnesses when entering and leaving the dormitory, right?"

Zhuang Zhou nodded, and said helplessly: "But the probability of being able to ask is too small. Even if someone sees the knife, their attention will be on the knife instead of the person holding it. Second, if the knife is disguised, such as wrapping If you put cloth strips or ribbons on it, even if you find the person holding the knife, as long as what he kills you with is not a knife, but a branch, a fishing rod, or a golf club, you can’t do anything to him.”

Mao Fei struggled to mobilize his few detective brain cells, and asked hopelessly, "What about the fingerprints on the door and the knife?"

Zhuang Zhou shook his head slightly: "It's impossible to find out. The school will not allow you to go to war for this matter. Moreover, if the other party wears gloves, no fingerprints will be left."

Mao Fei also understood that this was a delusion, and he took a deep breath in despair: "So... there is no other way?"

Zhuang Zhou was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Unless we can get the evidence that they planned to frame this."

"Evidence?" Mao Fei grabbed him tightly, "What evidence?"

Zhuang Zhou said, "Chat records."

At 11:30 p.m., the entire Yunshi University fell into darkness in an instant, and the lights were turned off.

Funder: How is it?

President of Hanfu Society: Fuck you, I only killed the one who was vomiting with you, and the remaining three went to the Butterfly's house to play. It's quite imposing. Let's check the monitoring.

Member of the Living Department: I'm so happy. The surname Zhuang had been an eyesore earlier, and I was stunned. Now it's finally clean.

Funder: Did Mao Fei die?

Member of the Living Department: No, my cousin is the backer, and I didn't see him in the dormitory just now.

Funder: I'll think of a way.

President of Hanfu Society: Think about it, I won’t play with you anymore, so please settle the final payment quickly, and add 20 yuan to match the key.

Funder: Forget about being greedy to death.

President of Hanfu Society: Fuck, you didn’t know that you were almost found when you stole his key, and you were almost found when you put it back. It would be nice to confiscate your hard work.

Funder: Transfer to you later.

Member of the life department: I don't do it anymore, let's all quit the group, and you all remember to delete the chat history.

As the avatars turned gray, the trio automatically disbanded.

The light on the phone screen reflected Ju Ming's expressionless face, and he smiled contemptuously in his heart. He had suffered from beatings before, but now, he clicked on the photo album and backed up the screenshots of the chats to the cloud storage and then compressed and encrypted them. If one day, unfortunately, the car overturns, someone must be buried with him.

Zhu Ming let out a breath, and was about to sleep with his screen off, when a new message popped up on WeChat, it was an unfamiliar profile picture.

Mmmmm: Send me Mao Fei's phone number.