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Yan Ziqiu and Lin Yunxiang took the initiative to talk to Cui Cheng about their concerns from the very beginning.

Especially Yan Ziqiu.

Yan Ziqiu is ordinary in every way except for his passion for comics.According to her own statement, she has liked comics since elementary school. At that time, she had no pocket money, but wanted to read them very much, so she borrowed comics from her classmates or went to an old bookstore in a small alley near the school to read them.Her parents were busy with work, and they couldn't pick her up in time after school. Yan Ziqiu often took advantage of this time to read comics, calculate the time, and return to school before her parents came.

But once, his mother came to the school early to pick him up, and found out that Yan Ziqiu was reading comics.Her mother had high expectations for Yan Ziqiu, and she could never tolerate such useless things instead of studying hard.So her mother got angry on the spot, threw away the manga, dragged Yan Ziqiu home, closed the door and beat her up.

Then came middle school and high school.After junior high school, Yan Ziqiu learned to behave well, and she also understood that her parents would never agree to her taking the path of comics.So she could only watch furtively.Later, after years of fighting, her parents compromised a little—that is, agreed to her posting Two-dimensional related posters on the wall of her own room at home.But at the same time, they also made Yan Ziqiu agree to take the civil service exam after graduation from university.

His parents didn't know where they heard that the law major was very advantageous in the civil service exam, so when Yan Ziqiu was in her third year of high school, they told her that no matter which school you applied to, the major must be law.Yan Ziqiu didn't like professional books with thick piles of laws to memorize. It should be said that she didn't like anything else but comics.But she was so used to it, she didn't know how to resist.

She can only secretly read comics in places where her parents can't see, and then draw a few strokes by herself.

Cui Cheng's class is the best place.

She told Cui Cheng that if teachers in other cram schools saw her reading comics, they would educate her and even tell her parents.But she knew that Cui Cheng would not.

She said: "Teacher Cui, I don't know how to explain it to you, but I know you definitely won't."

Cui Guo did not tell her parents about it.

The chat history ended on a villain painted by Yan Ziqiu.She drew a Q-version villain with her mobile phone, smiling like an optimist, very cute.

This was sent to Cui Cheng by Yan Ziqiu the morning before he jumped off the building.

Cui Cheng did not reply.

Compared with Yan Ziqiu and Cui Cheng's thick stack of chat records, Lin Yunxiang and Cui Cheng's chat records are much less.

As Cui Cheng said, whether Lin Yunxiang is studying or tutoring, it is all to complete the task.

The chat records show that Lin Yunxiang told Cui Cheng bluntly that his parents asked him to come to tutor him in mathematics.He told Cui Cheng that he would come to every class and listen to the class well. Could the teacher please tell his parents that he was studying hard and making progress when his parents came to inquire about his tutoring situation.

Cui Cheng asked him, you have been listening to the class well, do you need to emphasize it?

Lin Yunxiang talked about the school.He said his parents would also go to his school to ask.But his school teacher would add this sentence every time—Student Lin is serious, but people often don’t know what he is thinking...You parents, communicate with him more, and don’t give him too much pressure……

He didn't know how his parents heard from this sentence that he would work harder and his grades would be better, and he didn't know how he heard that if he was a little busier, he wouldn't give others. He didn't know what he was thinking. Therefore, he was sent to various cram schools.

On Sunday, he tutors physics and mathematics at the Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute, and on Saturday he tutors English and Chinese elsewhere.In short, he was so busy on weekends that he even had to find time to finish his homework.

But he doesn't care.The reason why he came to Cui Cheng to talk about this was because he felt that if his parents reported him to work again, he was worried that he would have less time to sleep at night.

He has no goals, no requirements, just hopes to sleep seven hours a day.

After reading it, Song Buzhi sighed, "Is there any meaning to such a life..."

Discipline: "What they said to Cui Cheng was their troubles, but living alone must not only have troubles. It's just happy things, and they didn't tell Cui Cheng."

Song Buzhi nodded: "Cui Chengcheng seems to be their trouble dumping box."

"However, why does Cui Cheng give them such a feeling..." Song Buzhi said, "Is a teacher from a training institution who may never have an intersection in the future more trustworthy than a good friend?"

He suddenly thought of the topic that he didn't know when he finished writing in the morning.

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In the afternoon, Song Buzhi came to Cui Cheng's classroom on time.

The group of students has changed, but the same thing is that when Song Buzhi walked into the classroom, he still attracted the attention of the audience.

He was almost late because he took a nap at noon, so he walked faster and walked in through the front door.Because the front door is near the stairs.

As soon as he entered, he enjoyed the gaze of a dozen or twenty pairs of eyes. Song Buzhi smiled at them cheekily, and then walked to the last row—his seat.

"Teacher, who is he?" A female student turned her head to look at Song Buzhi generously, and smiled flamboyantly, "He looks so good, I want to chase him!"

Song Buzhi's ass had just touched the stool and hadn't stuck it firmly, when he heard such bold and unrestrained words, his body froze, his legs that hadn't been set up tilted, and he almost fell off.

Other students in the class laughed, and there were also many boos.

More like a normal class than the morning class.Song Buzhi thought to himself.

Cui Chengcheng smiled even smaller with his small eyes. He looked at the time, briefly introduced Xia Song Buzhi's identity as a transfer student, and then clapped his hands to calm down the students and start the class.

The content of the class was the same as that in the morning. Song Buzhi had already listened to it, so he focused all his attention on Cui Cheng and these students.

Especially Cui Cheng.

Song Buzhi thought to himself, what magical power does he have to make the students so obedient.

The students who were still booing and laughing just now miraculously quieted down after Cui Cheng clapped his palms and said that the class was starting.

Such a level of concentration simply made Song Buzhi amazed.

Is it mind control?Or hypnosis?

No matter what it is, is there anyone who can control so many people at the same time?

Although there are no more than 20 students in Cui Cheng's class, it is quite crowded.

Song Buzhi thought about it, but he couldn't think of any other way besides this aspect of control, so that the students would listen to him, be quiet if they said they were quiet, and do the questions when they said they were doing the questions...

When the class this afternoon was over, and when Song Buzhi found out again that he didn't know when to finish the questions given out in class, he strengthened his mind.

He immediately went back to the city bureau to find discipline, and told him what happened in class this morning and afternoon, and how he felt.

"I think it's hypnosis," Song Buzhi said, "Cui Cheng unknowingly hypnotized a class of students, asking them to do whatever they want. Perhaps during the period of hypnosis, the students really did it." Listen to the lectures carefully, do the questions well, and the knowledge has really entered into their minds, and then their grades will gradually improve."

Song Buzhi spoke inconceivably, Discipline pondered for a while, and said: "No matter what kind of means he will use, he is very dangerous. You should not get too close to him."

"I..." Song Buzhi opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

Discipline: "You want to say that you can use possession to escape at any time? Then you said just now that you don't even know when you have finished the task. Do you still remember that you can possess the ability?"

Song Buzhi was silent, unable to refute.

As the discipline said, he really didn't remember when he finished the topic, let alone whether anything else happened during that time, and he couldn't remember his own thoughts during that time.

Discipline: "We're the police. We have a duty to do. You don't have to."

Song Buzhi pursed his lips, but said nothing.

"There is one more person." After a while, Song Buzhi said, "In the report 13 years ago, there were four people in that car. If the three people who died now are the children of three of the four people back then , Then... there is one more."

If so, another one will die.

Discipline rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Still investigating."

But it's been so long, it's hard to check.

Like Song Buzhi, he was worried that one more person would die.

"Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu, and Ma Jinbo are all students in Cui Cheng's Sunday afternoon class," Song Buzhi said, "If this is not a coincidence, then is the other one also studying mathematics at that time?"

While speaking, Discipline had already taken out the list of students for each class brought from the Chaohuaxishi education and training institution.

In Cui Cheng's math class on Sunday, there were a total of [-] tutoring students. Among them, Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu and Ma Jinbo were all dead, so there were [-] students left.

Discipline took out his pen and crossed out the three dead.

"Since the three deceased are all third-year students of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, if there is a fourth person, it is most likely that this person is also a third-year student of No. [-] Middle School." Discipline walked out with this piece of paper. "I asked them to search and see how many were from No. [-] Middle School."

They had already asked the school for the list of senior three in Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, and now they searched and compared it on the computer, and soon there was a result.Combined with the information they filled in when they reported to the education and training institutions of Chaohuaxishi, and excluded those with the same name and surname, the rest were the students of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School and Senior Three.

Thirteen in total.

Among the seventeen students, only four students are not from the third year of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School.

Regarding this result, Song Buzhi was speechless: "I can't see that the students of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School love learning so much..."

Although Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute is opposite Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, the students who come here for tutoring are not only from No. [-] Middle School.It has a certain reputation in the entire Huacheng, especially Cui Cheng's math class, often parents who are far away send their children here.

Song Buzhi originally thought that there were only half of the seventeen students, it was almost enough.But unexpectedly, there were thirteen of them.

If Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu and Ma Jinbo who had died were added together, then out of the twenty students, sixteen of them were all third-year students of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School.

Comparing Cui Cheng's classrooms in other time periods, they found that this ratio is really ridiculously high.

At night, Song Buzhi lay on the bed at home, turned his head sideways, and said to Discipline: "Find out the fourth person who may die from the thirteen students... how do you find it..."

The materials of these thirteen students were all brought back by the discipline. He sat on a chair and read them one by one.Song Buzhi was guilty of laziness and didn't want to read the words, so Discipline read it while picking out the key points for him.

After listening to several people, Song Buzhi said: "The basic information provided by the school all sound similar."

Discipline gave a "hmm" and said, "Do you still remember what was written in Liu Wentao's notebook? People who have been injected with 'M1' will have a particularly sharp intuition. Think about your weird intuition when you identified the murderer before, don't doubt yourself, tomorrow Whoever you think it is, it must be that person.”

Song Buzhi said: "Liu Wentao also specially noted four words in the brackets—it varies from person to person."

Discipline smiled: "You are the one with precise intuition—I believe in you."