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Qiao Que calmly changed the subject, pointed to the book in Zhang Qiyang's arms and asked, "Why is the senior here? At this point, you are late for the first class, right?"

Zhang Qiyang's attention was turned to the book in his arms, he patted the cover, put them all into the backpack, and replied helplessly: "Yes. I was planning to go to class, but the classmate in the class suffered from appendicitis Fat, so I sent him to the school hospital, and now I am rushing back. How about you?... Are you okay? Are you really all right?"

Qiao Que shook his head, grateful: "No problem, no problem. My brother and sister are still here and can take care of me. Senior, you are so kind."

Zhang Qiyang didn't say much, took a step back, nodded politely to Zhao Kexin and Jiang Luchi, and said, "It should. You are welcome to find me in the student union anytime."

Qiao Que stood up and sent him off: "Senior, go back quickly. I heard that old man Jiang, the teacher of atomic physics, is the worst. If you delay for too long, you may be recorded as absent."

Zhang Qiyang walked out in a hurry, and replied casually: "Yes, if you miss this subject, you will definitely fail."

Qiao Que narrowed his eyes as he watched his leaving back.

Zhao Kexin's emotions come and go quickly, and now she has recovered to the same level as before, thinking that she once asked Qiao Que to comfort her, she couldn't help but laugh: "Really, I have lived for almost 30 years, and I have never been hypocritical a few times. He was also met by this NPC. Ha...he must think our family is very strange now."

Qiao Que whispered: "This person has a problem."

Zhao Kexin was stunned: "What?"

Qiao Que smacked his mouth and walked back and forth twice, like a triumphant little fox: "I'm lying to him. I don't know any atomic physics teacher at all."

Zhao Kexin thought for a while, recalled, and asked: "Is it just a coincidence? After all, there are quite a few people with the surname Jiang."

Qiao Que stretched out an index finger, waving it happily, his whole body was trembling from the fingertips to the strands of his hair: "Wrong. We met yesterday during the day, and he said that he is from the Foreign Language Institute. What about the Foreign Language Institute?" What about a major that requires a course in atomic physics? That's not his book at all. He's been lying to us."

Zhao Kexin's eyes lit up: "Okay, Xiao Qiao, you're too clever to set someone up? You thought something was wrong with him before?"

Qiao Que took it for granted: "Because his flaws are too obvious."

Zhao Kexin, Jiang Luchi, including 438 in their heads at the same time:? ? ?

Qiao Que was shocked when he realized it: "No way, didn't you all find out?"

Zhao Kexin shook his head with a dazed expression.

Qiao Que gave a friendly reminder: "He is the president of the student council!"

Zhao Kexin opened his mouth slightly, feeling the halo of a scumbag on his head: "So?"

Qiao Que: "...He's the president of the student council! He's not the chairman of the association! It's his turn to take care of the affairs of the photography club? And he said he wanted to register for me? What a face. Isn't this obvious?"

Zhao Kexin: "...!!!" What Zhang Qiyang said was right, I really don't look like a female college student at all.

Jiang Luchi, who never went to college: ...? ? ?

Qiao Que told them about the independent systems of the university student union and social association: Zhang Qiyang, a busy student council president, made excuses to go to the photography agency to interfere with them to find clues first, and the school hospital to cover up and lie later. Must not be a coincidence.

Zhao Kexin couldn't hide her excitement the more she listened: "Xiao Qiao, this is a big progress."

Qiao Que took out his mobile phone and looked through the pictures that He Ping had sent before: "If I remember correctly... um... ah, yes, this, there is a boy who committed suicide, he majored in physics."

Zhao Kexin leaned over to look at the picture, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the eyes were as clear as the clouds and the moon, and he said to himself: "No wonder this time the newcomers are you and that girl. It turns out that the difficulty is here. The airborne newcomers bring their own world. Online Encyclopedia. After experiencing last night, I feel that this world is still quite dangerous."

Suddenly, I realized that I mentioned Xia Meng again, stuck out the tip of my tongue, and glanced at Qiao Que: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qiao..."

Qiao Que shook her head: "It's okay. Anyway... Soon, we will be able to avenge her."

438 with ups and downs in mood: ...My God, it's hard to hope for a perfect score, and you just add any weird tasks to yourself, my host!

This day, unexpectedly, Qiao Que did not continue to follow a few lines to investigate, but took Zhao Kexin and Jiang Luchi to wander around the campus.

First, I got into the bicycle garage next to the guard at the north gate, digging out a dirty and abandoned water pipe; then I plunged into the woods behind the mountain, digging a hole on a stone slope; finally I even squeezed into the narrow passage behind the cafeteria , Go dig a few swill buckets.

Zhao Kexin endured it again and again, making sure that Jiang Luchi planned to leave this unlucky child alone, so he pinched his nose and probed into the passage, and asked patiently, "Little Qiao, what are you doing?"

Qiao Que raised his head, a black triangular scarf was tied tightly around his nostrils, his nose was strangled so that it turned upside down, like a piglet about to suffocate.He opened his mouth with difficulty, but because of his poor breathing, he let out a weak pig cry.

Zhao Kexin: ...

What are you playing, you brat!

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Que rushed back to the two of them, untied the straps, and took a deep breath: "Phew...I'll go...Phew...that stinks my god."

Zhao Kexin slapped his nose with his hand, with a disgusted expression on his face: "It smells so bad! What are you looking for?"

Qiao Que took a deep breath, then laughed out loud, and lifted up the black plastic bag that was still dripping dirty water in his hand: "This."

Jiang Luchi backed away immediately, more than three meters away from him, looking at him as if he was looking at some pathogen.

Qiao Que: ... I feel wronged.

Zhao Kexin's damn curiosity strongly suppressed the urge to turn around and run, pinching his nose and leaning forward: "This is it..."

Qiao Que squatted down and unwrapped the bag, retching and unrolling the packed things: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be what we're looking for. Ah, sure enough..."

He smiled.

In the bag is a Leica camera.

On Qiao Que's side, he poked around in various corners of the campus, and his progress was almost zero. On the other side, He Ping's team worked diligently to investigate all day long, and gained a lot.

Dr. Ding roughly wrote them down on paper and spread them out on the coffee table in the living room, filling the entire table.

He Ping made a rough summary: "That's it. Our guess should be correct. These students who committed suicide should have been bullied more or less during their lifetime. This is their commonality."

Zhao Kexin picked up a few pages and read them with Qiao Que, and scolded people angrily while reading: "What is this all about? Is this called bullying? This is murder! If you want to put it on the Internet until now, there are people like this High-scoring criminals suffer."

Qiao Que looked over carefully:

The boy in the library was the captain of the school football team before he was alive. He was handsome and tall. He was originally a star on campus, but his teammates revealed that he had a fetishism in private and hid short skirts in the locker room of the school team.For a while, he was pushed to the forefront, being pointed at, ridiculed and ridiculed. A girl who once admired him wrote to him calling him a pervert, and reported to his roommates to force him to leave the boys' dormitory.Most importantly, on the training ground, no one is willing to have physical contact with him, and no one is even willing to receive the ball passed by him.

He was no longer able to play and the coach had to remove him from the football team for the upcoming game.

His life fell into a cold winter.

One day, he was reviewing in the library. In the winter in the north, the heating was turned on until it was as warm as spring. He went to the toilet in thin clothes, but met his former teammates who made fun of him and flaunted his might—now he is The new football captain is here.He didn't want to get entangled with them, but he was still blocked by a mop in the cubicle as a prank by his ex-teammates who became angry.A bucket of water was poured from above, which chilled him to the core on a cold winter day.

The former teammates walked away laughing, and he just wore thin short-sleeved clothes, and slowly froze into ice in the heated toilet.

……

Qiao Que took a "hiss—" breath.

438 yelled: "Spicy chicken! Beast! It's too much! This, this, this! Who can rest in peace?! Isn't this forcing people into ghosts!"

Zhao Kexin also slapped the table hard, swearing: "I'm XXXX (beep)!!"

Dr. Ding smiled wryly: "It's too much, isn't it? It's also hard for me to imagine that there is such a story behind that sane ghost who almost killed me last night."

Sometimes, people's malice is so blind and unreasonable, it seems frivolous, but it hurts more than the sharpest weapon. The most precious things were stolen, and people were cut to pieces.

The victim still had to bear it straight, smiling and continuing to live while bleeding.

Zhao Kexin suddenly thought of something, slapped his thigh and said, "Then isn't this clue clearer? That little murderer who shut people in the toilet and poured water on them..."

He Ping interrupted her with a headache: "It's not him. I thought it would be him at first, but I found out later that after this incident, the new football captain and related personnel were immediately expelled from the school, and now they are involved in lawsuits. We are waiting for the court to pronounce the verdict, and it is impossible to be in the school. It is precisely because of the criminal case that the teacher of the victim knows the details, and we tried every means to get out of it."

Dr. Ding took over the words: "Yes, in this story, apart from this former teammate, there are too many people who hurt the victim, gossip and rumors kill people invisible...how do people start to investigate? "

"That's right." He Ping was obviously under a lot of pressure, with a cigarette in his mouth, and he no longer deliberately maintained a gentle and elegant image like he did a few days ago.He randomly flipped through the papers on the table, picked out a few, and said: "There is also this, a boy from the physics department who committed suicide, the No.1 winner of the National Physics Competition, because the paper he wrote was signed by his beloved tutor , had nowhere to ask for help, and was beaten up by this tutor for plagiarism, and finally committed suicide in the self-study room... This line is the same, this tutor was expelled from the school after the incident, it should not be in this world, these... …it’s just confusing.”

Zhao Kexin glanced at Qiao Que, and saw that he quickly read all the remaining papers on the coffee table, and then showed a brisk smile.

He tidied up the papers in his hand, and handed them back to He Ping: "Sorry Brother He, you guys have had a lot of fun today, but we haven't made much progress. But...we found a suspicious NPC."

He Ping was surprised: "Suspicious NPC?"

Qiao Que briefly told everyone about Zhang Qiyang.

After hearing this, He Ping frowned, slightly disapproving: "Is it too far-fetched? The NPCs in this world are no different from real people, with their own personalities and experiences. Maybe he's just... um... a liar. What about the student council president who loves sex and enjoys being courted by others?"

Qiao Que smiled politely: "Of course, this possibility is also very high. It's just that I think we've lost our way now. Why don't we go to the student union tonight? All the dead are students, and there should be There must be some clues. Brother He, do you think so?"

He Pingxian was a little surprised to see him persist, and nodded instinctively: "It also makes sense. Well, let's go to the student union tonight to have a look."

438 seldom speaks today, and has been silently watching Qiao Que's actions: "Host, why do I feel...you seem to...play a big game of chess?"

And the devil's tail has grown!

Qiao Que clasped her fists in tears: Come on!Sorry for not getting full marks!Camel, waiting for your bonus tonight!

438: ...? ? ?

Wait, what?tonight?tonight? !

Are you inflated or am I demented?