third missing person

◎Public Bureau, 12 groups of offices.

Early in the morning, several people in the 12 groups were doing nothing in unison.

Chen Xing half lay on the sofa, angrily

Municipal Bureau, 12 groups of offices.

Early in the morning, several people in the 12 groups were doing nothing in unison.

Chen Sheng was half lying on the sofa, muttering angrily: "Why don't you come out with a straight stick!" His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he thought he was fighting some kind of large-scale online game. box.

He is probably the only one who can play Tetris so fiercely.

The disappearance case has completely cut off the clues, and the few people who were originally not motivated are taking advantage of troubled waters this time.

Xiao Zeyang shook his head when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but yawned while holding the water glass. Unexpectedly, when he saw the deputy director came to inspect, he swallowed the half yawn abruptly, stood up straight and greeted: "Director Liang."

The person who entered the door was Liang Weiguo, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau. He is in his 50s this year, and he does not look old at all. This age is the golden age for engaging in politics. In the past two years, he has been holding back his energy and wants to go up another promotion. Written seriously.

When Chen Sheng saw him, he also stood up, put on a flattering smile of a professional standard, and said, "Why are you here, Ju Liang? What instructions do you have?"

Liang Weiguo glanced around and frowned slightly, probably because he didn't expect that the 12 groups he had planned by himself would be so disappointing. He was silent for two seconds and said, "I have something to do. I'm holding a safety education lecture for elementary and middle school students recently. Prepare yourself. Tomorrow Go to Lingying Middle School and give a speech."

"Us? Isn't this the work of the Outreach and Propaganda Department? It's not suitable for us to be big and three rough..."

"The Propaganda Department can't find anyone. Aren't you guys in charge of this case? It's just right to entrust it to you. If you have any questions, you can contact the head of the External Relations Department."

"But we..." Chen Xing really didn't want to take this job, but he really couldn't find any high-sounding excuses. Just as he was thinking of an excuse in a brain storm, the deputy director glanced at him and cut off his words.

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, prepare early, don't embarrass the police." After speaking, he turned his head and left, and when he reached the door, he did not forget to say: "Chen Sheng, your hair should be trimmed, it's like a chicken coop."

Watching him leave, the corners of Chen Xing's mouth twitched for a while and asked, "Is my hair bad?"

Ji Xiaojie glanced at it and said: "Okay, very good, he doesn't understand that it's the deputy director. Our Chen team just wants to give Xiaoji a home."

Xiao Zeyang burst into laughter.

"Tsk... Ji Xiaojie is preparing a ppt, and Xiao Zeyang will be the speaker!"

"No, you are the team leader, you should come." Xiao Zeyang was obviously not satisfied with this arrangement.

"Me?" He thought for a while, and went to Lingying to find Nan Yanyao. It's strange to miss him if he hasn't contacted him for a few days. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but a casual smirk: "I have to take the opportunity Sneak into the school and search for clues."

He spoke in a high-sounding manner, as if he was satisfied with the righteous speech, nodded and sat down again, continuing the game just now.

The next day, it rained lightly, and it was very wet and cold.

Chen Xing stepped into Lingying Middle School again, the same building he used to go to, but this time it was replaced by a large event hall on the top floor, and Director Ma still followed them with a smile to help "solve worries and problems".

Several team members were busy adjusting the equipment, and the students followed the teacher's instructions to line up to enter the arena. Chen Xing stood at the corner of the stage and sighed that it was indeed a noble middle school. The surrounding sound and lighting facilities look very professional. It is estimated that any musician who comes here can directly hold a concert here.

The lights dimmed, and the lecture started. Everyone's attention was on Xiao Zeyang, but at this moment, Chen Xing touched the corner with a smile, and precisely grabbed Nan Yanyao.

"Hey" he patted his shoulder and winked.

Nan Yan looked around clearly, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she sneaked out.

"Group leader Chen, are you still in charge of giving lectures?" He didn't expect to meet Chen Sheng here.

The person who was asked had a righteous face, but his tone was full of foolishness and he replied: "Our motherland builds a brick, where it needs to be moved."

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows, very proud.

"Well, what's the progress of the case?"

"How can there be any progress? Didn't this take the opportunity to ask Mr. Nan to take me for a walk around the school, looking for new ideas?" Chen Xing smiled quietly: "Let's go, show me around?"

"Oh..." Nan Yanyao nodded ignorantly, walked down the walking stairs, and introduced as he walked: "This building has six floors. The top floor only has the activity room we were in just now. The library occupies the lower two floors. floor, and below that is the administrative office building.”

"The library is in the administrative office building. Isn't it very messy? Students come in and out."

"No, although the library is open to the public, there are actually not many people coming. But our school library is not bad, should you go and have a look?"

Anyway, the lecture won't be over for a while, Chen Xing wished he could stay with Nan Yanyao for a while, so he nodded happily.Just treat it as a date.

Walking down two floors, after entering through the magnificent door of the library, Chen Xing was completely shocked, like a CG shot of a movie theater, the two-story empty library, the bookshelves on all four walls, hovering upwards The stairs can ensure that you can get the books you want.

In the central hall, there are scattered reading desks, and one really feels like wandering in the ocean of knowledge.

How is this a big word.

"Tsk, this building is much better than the city library."

"It's all superficial articles. In fact, there are not many books. Go up and have a look?" Nan Yanyao said, stepping up the stairs next to the bookshelf.

Chen Xing followed behind. The books on the bookshelf were indeed supplementary books, or must-read masterpieces for middle school students. They were nothing special. He pulled out a copy of "Don Quixote", which radiated a new light from the inside out: "Sure enough It’s because there aren’t many people reading it, I remember when I was studying, I often left assignments like post-reading reflections, which was a headache.”

"The times are different. Now students seldom read printed books, and they don't read much long-form books, let alone such blunt classical literature."

"I don't know if it's progress or regress." Chen Xing sighed, his eyes scanned the books that had "tortured" him on the bookshelf, and among the shining spines, he saw a somewhat worn-out "Notre Dame of Paris" hospital".

"what?"

"What's wrong?" Nan Yanyao, who had been walking in front, turned her head in confusion.

"This book..." He took the book down from the shelf, and as the book was opened, there was a snap... A folded, square letterhead fell to the ground.

Both of them looked at each other suspiciously, Chen Sheng bent down to pick it up, and wrote a line of words neatly on the note.

"If I were the bell ringer, I would save you from fire and water."

Chen Xing looked at this note, and felt inexplicably familiar. Soon he recalled that when Xu Zi returned home that day, the handwriting on the table was very similar to the handwriting on this note.

Could it be Xu Zigui wrote it?

He raised his head from the note, glanced suspiciously at Nan Yanyao, and handed the paper over.

"This...is Xu Zigui's handwriting?"

"Why does Mr. Nan think it's Xu Zigui's handwriting?"

"I..." He was at a loss for words when he was asked, as if there was no reason, he just took a look and thought it should be Xu Zigui.He hesitated and explained: "Intuition? Probably because I studied art, maybe I'm more sensitive to this aspect..."

Chen Sheng obviously couldn't accept such an answer. How likely is it that an art teacher can see the students' writing, not to mention that what he wrote was not such a common and easy-to-judge character as a name.

"Just... who is Xu Zigui writing to?" Nan Yanyao looked down at the note and changed the topic.

"Write to Esmeralda." He took out the paper from Nan Yanyao's drawer, put it back in the "Notre Dame de Paris", and stuffed it into his pocket together: "I'll take it back and hand it over to the forensics department for identification. one time."

"Just take it away?"

"Mr. Nan, can you take me to the classroom?"

"Sure, but there shouldn't be any useful clues in the classroom." Nan Yanyao forced a smile, and walked down the stairs first. Chen Sheng followed behind him, rubbing the "Notre Dame de Paris" with his fingers through his pocket.

The ugly bell ringer fell in love with the beautiful and kind Esmeralda, but in the end he watched her get involved in the conspiracy.

Chen Sheng still remembered the ending of that story, the girl still did not escape the hanging, and the bell ringer pushed the man behind the scenes off the top of the tower after witnessing all this.

If Xu Zigui compares himself to Quasimodo, who is the "Esmeralda" he wants to save?

Coming down the stairs, Chen Xing unconsciously stared at the back of the man walking in front of him. He had narrow shoulders and short hair piled in a nice arc on the back of his head. He looked like just a teenager.

But what kind of conspiracy is this young man hiding?

Such a book is hidden in a huge library. In this ridiculously large campus, what are the chances of finding it without this "guide"?

Why did he just happen to meet him? Is it a "coincidence" or "deliberate" that he is standing here today.

Chen Xingning raised his eyebrows, wishing to stare at the back of the young man in front of him, he wanted to tear open this fleshy skin, to see what secrets were hidden in his heart.

"Mr. Nan..." He couldn't help calling him.

"Huh?" The young man in front of him turned his head, with an innocent smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were so clear that he couldn't see that he was planning any conspiracy. At that moment, Chen Xing was in a daze.

He never thought of himself as an excellent criminal police officer, nor did he have any keen insight, flexible mind and logical thinking and reasoning ability. It was just that reason and intuition were fighting wildly at this moment, and he couldn't tell the difference for a while.

Seeing him lost in thought, Nan Yanyao couldn't help asking again: "Group Leader Chen, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Chen Sheng smiled: "Where do the students usually go about their activities? I think this school is quite big."

"The school is big, but the scope of student activities is not wide." Nan Yanyao started to introduce the school situation as he walked: "Behind this building is the teaching building, and behind it is the cafeteria. On the left is the gymnasium and playground opposite the artificial lake. , Except for physical education classes and special training for physical education students, except for physical education classes, they are basically active in the teaching building."

"The school is so big, so the monitoring is very comprehensive."

"The number of cameras is not small, but I really don't know exactly which places are monitored."

The teaching building is at the back of the administrative building and is built in the shape of an "I". There are classrooms in the front and various laboratories and computing classrooms in the back.

The classroom area is very large, there are only five simple rows of tables and chairs in front, and there are five people in each row.Some stationery and books were scattered on the table.Behind the classroom is a row of lockers.

"Where is Xu Zigui's position?"

"The seats are actually not fixed. They are switched around once a week. Before Xu Zigui disappeared, he should have been in the second row by the window. After he disappeared, the tables and chairs were moved to the back."

Chen Sheng did indeed see an abrupt desk and chair at the back of the classroom, he walked over, both the desk and the drawers were clean, there was no clue at all.

"Xu Zigui's personal belongings are very few in the first place, and even if there are, they have been disposed of." Nan Yanyao walked over, opened an empty locker and said, "Sure enough, there is nothing."

Chen Xing looked at the empty desks and lockers and sighed. He looked up and down Nan Yanyao again and suddenly asked, "By the way, why did Teacher Nan think of Ling Ying as an art teacher?"

"Huh?" Nan Yanyao didn't expect to be asked this question, so he was vague and obviously unwilling to talk about it: "It's just...a coincidence."

"A coincidence? Is that because of family relations?"

"What do you mean?"

"There should be cooperation between your family and Lingying's side."

A simple sentence is like a bullet, fired from a pistol with a silencer, silently shot into the heart, quietly fatal.Nan Yanyao looked at Chen Xing in shock, his pupils trembling.

After a while, he spit out a sentence

"You check me?"

The author says:

Addicted to chasing dramas and unable to extricate myself...