God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

At the end of the dark and narrow corridor, there was a faint light, and a tall figure stood quietly under the dim chandelier, and the light elongated her shadow obliquely.

"Hmm... Mmmmm!" A strange voice sounded faintly in the silent corridor, somewhat inaudible.

The two slender legs under the black uniform skirt hesitated to take two steps forward, his body swaying, as if looking for the source of the sound.

The subtle sobbing sound was a little closer, and it became clearer after walking a few steps forward.

The figure slowly stopped in front of a double-opening brown wooden door.

The wooden door was closed tightly, but the sound did come from inside.

It's not like normal communication or laughter, it's technically more like... a call for help.

The figure hesitated for a while, and finally bent down slowly, with long black hair pouring down to cover half of his face.

At this moment, curiosity had overcome her sense of fear, and she pressed against the door tightly, trying to prick her ears to hear every move inside.

The Chancellor's Office?Why is there such a strange sound.

Suddenly, the sound inside stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of a sharp blade rubbing against something, one after another, it made her feel sick.

What the hell is going on inside?

"Batt, click." The sound of crisp footsteps resounded loudly, getting closer.

The figure was startled, straightened up and turned around to run.

With a "bang", the wooden door in front of him slammed open.

The woman in a long black dress exuded a strange black air, her eyes were like a sharp knife gouging out fiercely.

"What are you doing here?" The red to black lips slowly opened, and the deep and cold voice came gradually.

"No, nothing, just passing by..." The girl pinched the corner of her clothes nervously, bowed heavily to the woman at ninety degrees, and then ran away like a gust of wind.

The woman looked at the panicked back, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and a dazzling cold light flashed through the black lace gloves.

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After marking the last full stop, Wen Xichun turned off the computer and rubbed his sore neck.

He sat quietly in front of the computer, closed his eyes, and waited to return to the world he was familiar with when he opened his eyes.

But this kind of thinking is like a joke, no matter how many times he opens and closes his eyes, it is still that strange little room, and the minute hand has only moved two spaces.

Wen Xichun was suddenly a little confused, since the case had already been written in the form of a novel, why was he still here, or what other elements were needed to return to the real world.

My head hurts from thinking about it, but it's useless.

At hand is the invitation letter sent by Yao Jingrong not long ago, the [-]th anniversary of Songyue Girls' High School.

Although we often hear about this school in our daily life, we searched the Internet and found very little information about it, not even a picture.

It's a bit strange.

The strangest thing is, how come the invited guests on the anniversary must not be prominent figures in society, please yourself?Why?Or is it that the invitations are distributed randomly, and whoever the dart hits will be invited.

Forget it, it seems that Deputy Bureau Yu and the others are quite busy, so I have the right to represent the police station.

Early the next morning, while Wen Xichun was still washing in the bathroom, his cell phone rang twice.

Spit out the toothpaste foam in your mouth, and take a look at your phone.

The three characters "Yao Jingrong" flashed shamelessly on the screen.

Picking it up, before he could speak, the other end asked first: "You will not forget that we are going to Songyue Girls' High School early today, right?"

"I haven't forgotten, don't rush." ​​After hanging up the phone and getting dressed, Wen Xichun went downstairs.

Two police cars had already parked at the entrance of the police station, and Deputy Director Yu was also standing among a bunch of police officers who were seeing him off, holding Yao Jingrong's hand and repeatedly admonishing him.

Yun Muyao was also standing among them, his eyes were wandering back and forth among the crowd, as if he was looking for something.

"I'm sorry to be a little late to the deputy director." Wen Xichun took a step forward, regardless of other people's eyes, and got into the car, "Then we're leaving now."

"Here, here you are." Suddenly, a hand stretched out, pinching a bottle of hot milk in its slender fingers.

Wen Xichun raised his eyes, looked along the hand, and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Although lactose intolerance, but out of politeness, Wen Xichun still took the milk from Yun Muyao.

In all fairness, Yun Muyao is actually a very nice person, polite and peaceful, but because he and Yao Jingrong look a little bit alike, seeing him inevitably makes him feel unhappy.

But he still had to keep a smile on his face: "Thank you, then let's go first."

Yao Jingrong heard the commotion, and got into the car, his eyes paused for a while on the bottle of milk, and then turned his head away, his appearance was more like being angry.

"Team Wen, Section Chief Yao, I'm really envious of you guys being able to visit prestigious schools. Girls' high schools specialize in cultivating ladies. There must be many beautiful girls." Huang Jiu, who was driving, sighed several times along the way. It seems that if he is not allowed to go, he will die on the spot for everyone to see.

Hearing Huang Jiu's nagging all the way, Wen Xichun was upset and irritable. As soon as the car had not stopped outside the airport, he opened the door and got off first.

Songyue Girls’ High School is located in an island city more than 1000 kilometers away from Huiyuan, surrounded by the sea on three sides and mountains on the other, and the school was built on a small island in the middle of the sea. As for why it was built there, the official explanation is “ Staying away from the hustle and bustle here can better cultivate the mental quality of ladies."

"Team Wen, safe journey, I'll wait for your return~" Huang Jiu waved his hands vigorously at the gate of the airport.

Wen Xichun thought he was annoying at first, and wanted to turn around and scold him to shut him up, but the moment he saw Huang Jiu's face, his eyes were in a daze.

My heart beat suddenly and violently, and an ominous feeling arose spontaneously.

"Let's go, boarding the plane right away." Yao Jingrong said softly.

Wen Xichun froze for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his restless chest, trying to persuade himself not to think too much.

The plane left a white tail across the sky, passed through the thick dark clouds, and only a little beam of light could be seen at the front, weakly squeezed out of the clouds.

After taking a two-hour flight, from the airport to the pier, there is only one passenger ship leading to Zand Island, where Songyue Women's High School was built.

There were not many passengers on board, about a dozen, including men and women, but judging by their clothes and manners, they were either rich or expensive.

Wen Xichun felt a little bored in the boat, and planned to go to the deck to get some air.

Standing on the deck was a gray-haired old man, wearing a well-tailored high-end suit. Even though he was old, he was still energetic and straight.

He picked up a small fish from the basket on the side, and his eyes wandered in the sea for a while, then he threw the small fish into the sea, and a small white dolphin jumped out of the sea, bit the small fish, and circled the passenger ship happily. Turned around.

Wen Xichun watched silently, and for a long while, stood as far away as possible from the old man, blowing the sea breeze.

The old man took out another small fish and swam it up on the sea.

Only then did Wen Xichun discover that the old man was wearing white gloves, and a crutch was placed beside it, with a ruby ​​embedded in the tap of the crutch.

Is this the refined upper class.

After the passenger ship sailed in the sea for half an hour, the ship slowly docked on the shore of the small island as the station announcement sounded.

A group of people got off the boat in silence, and in front of them was a [-]-meter-high mountain. Everyone had to cross the forested hillside before officially entering the boundary of Songyue Girls' High School.

And the dozen or so people on the passenger ship just now seemed to have been invited by the school, but they didn't know each other. They all walked through the weeds everywhere with cold faces and silence, so the journey seemed very deserted.

When everyone was exhausted and climbed over a mountain, and the elegance and quality of those high-class people were almost overwhelmed, a sharp stone product like a lightning rod appeared in the hazy mountain mist——

The white-haired old man stopped suddenly, tried to catch his breath, turned around, and said to the tired crowd:

"Everyone hold on for a while, we have already seen the roof of Songyue's teaching building."

Wen Xichun found it very strange. The leaders of Songyue should know what a difficult mountain road this is, and they should also know that among the guests invited this time are elderly people in their 70s and [-]s, but they did not send anyone to meet them, even It's a bullock cart.

One of the ladies wearing high heels probably didn't expect this kind of situation. She was probably full of resentment at the moment, her face was dark as if she had just climbed out of a coal pile, she was wearing a delicate bun, and the clean and fluffy fur. , I have to stop after two steps to wipe my shoes, trying to maintain my pride as a superior.

Wen Xichun walked quite easily, after all, this mountain is not a barren mountain, after all, he got out of the police academy, but Comrade Yao Jingrong, a so-called mental worker, doesn't seem so comfortable.

He was panting badly, and there was even a murmur in his chest, like a bad cold.

After the old man stepped onto the top of the mountain first, Yao Jingrong finally lost his strength and slowly squatted down.

It's December now, and the weather is very cold, especially in the mountains, where it's almost minus ten degrees Celsius. Exercise didn't make their bodies heat up. Instead, they became colder because of the rapid freezing of sweat in the early stage.

Yao Jingrong's eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of icicles. He raised his head and looked forward blankly, looking at the crowd that was getting farther and farther away from him.

Wen Xichun was walking forward with the large army, but felt something was wrong while walking, the sound of footsteps and breathing that had been following closely behind him just now stopped abruptly.

He froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head——

Seven or eight meters away, a figure huddled into a ball, somewhat indistinct in the hazy mountain fog.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, Wen Xichun glanced at the crowd in front of him, and finally turned his head and walked towards the figure.

"Stand up." Looking at Yao Jingrong who was shaking like a sieve, Wen Xichun didn't choose to ask about the situation, nor did he ask if he could leave, but just stubbornly told him to stand up.

Yao Jingrong raised his head slowly when he heard the voice.

In the blurred vision is that familiar face, which seems to be very close, as if it has never left.

Seeing Yao Jingrong, he didn't know if he was frozen stupid, so he just kept smirking at himself, regardless of 21, Wen Xichun directly pulled him up, took off his coat and put it on him, and then ripped off the other person's clothes. Unbuttoned, the whole body rubbed into his arms, trying to warm him with body temperature.

In this case, if the blood returns to the limbs too quickly, the heart will be overloaded, and death from cardiac arrest is likely.

Of course Yao Jingrong understood, but he could only pretend that he didn't understand, and said unforgivingly: "Is this starting to take advantage of others' danger?"

Wen Xichun didn't even bother to talk to him, so he warmed him up for a while, and after making sure that he was all right, he pulled back his coat and put it on, and continued to chase the large army without saying hello.

After going through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships just like seeking scriptures from the West, a group of people finally climbed over the mountain.

A huge and magnificent western building suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Wall glass made of three-color glass stone, ancient and magnificent architectural style, the most conspicuous is the hemispherical dome on the top floor, a typical Byzantine architectural style, and the entire school covers an area of ​​four or five football fields. Large, even far exceeding the footprint of many domestic universities.

A row of teachers and students in Western-style uniforms stood at the gate of the school. The C seat in the middle was a white face, followed by a slender woman in a high-necked black dress.