boyfriend in the fridge

The next day, Song Buzhi continued to attend classes.

Today, though, he wears a pair of plain glasses.

It looks more like a student.

After the morning class, Song Buzhi went back to the Municipal Bureau to have dinner with the discipline as usual.

At noon, Cui Cheng ordered takeaway with his office colleagues as usual.But at noon on Sunday, they will order an extra takeaway.

Because there is also a tutoring student who eats here.

The student's name is Yang Xi, who lives in a nearby community.But no one in his family cooks for lunch, so he doesn't go home, and orders takeaway with the teachers here.

Both his parents are workers in a factory, and the factory only rests one day a month. His parents usually don't have much time to take care of him, so they enroll him in a tutoring class.He does chemistry here in the morning and maths in the afternoon, and he goes back to school after finishing maths. The timing is just right.

Cui Cheng was his math teacher in the afternoon, and he kindly asked him about his recent study and whether he had made any progress during the meal, as if chatting normally.

Yang Xi is a very introverted boy, he doesn't talk much on weekdays, basically he only answers when others ask him.He swallowed the food in his mouth and said briefly: "There is progress."

Cui Cheng nodded, and gave Yang Xi the chicken legs in his takeaway box, and said, "It's good to make progress—you're still growing, so eat more. The chicken legs in this store are also good. You can try it next time." try."

Yang Xi ordered shredded pork rice, because shredded pork is cheaper than chicken drumsticks.But he actually likes to eat chicken legs.

He thanked Cui Cheng in a low voice, and then ate the chicken legs.

It was delicious.

He thought, save a little more pocket money this week, and order chicken leg rice next time.

His family is not a wealthy family, and the weekly pocket money given by his parents is limited, which is just the right kind, so he has to budget carefully.He is also very sensible and did not ask for more money.His parents always told him how much money they had already spent on him, and that cram schools were so expensive that he had to go to them, but he had to study hard and get admitted to a good university. In the future, he should not be like them in the factory every day. Work hard and earn hard money.

Yang Xi is very sensible.

He knows that his parents are not easy, and he really wants to study hard.But maybe some people are born smart and are good at reading, but some people are born not good at reading.He has worked hard for so many years and made up a lot of cram school, but his grades are always in the middle and lower, like a small fish struggling to swim, no matter how hard he swims, he can't swim in the middle and upper reaches.

He sometimes thinks that if the results of the college entrance examination are the same, then he will have no hope in the future.

Not only did he live up to his parents' expectations, he may also stay in the factory and work for the rest of his life just like his parents.

Whenever he thinks like this, he always feels very sad.

I am so useless.he thinks.

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In the afternoon, under the fierce summer afternoon sun, Song Buzhi came to the Chaohuaxishi education and training institution.

He came to Cui Cheng's class for the fourth time, and it was the same class, so he was very familiar with it.After sitting down, his eyes behind the lens wandered over the students in this class one by one.

There are 25 seats in this classroom, but at this time, three are empty.

Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu, Ma Jinbo.

The three of them will never come back to class again.

Song Buzhi sighed silently, his eyes swept across the empty desks, and fell on the row of students against the wall.

The students were all listening carefully, and no one was like him, whose eyes were rolling around.

Especially a male student in the row of students against the wall was the most serious.

He is neither fat nor thin, his legs are long when he is sitting, and he is not too tall.He was sitting in the third row, with his head up, pressing the draft paper with one hand, and holding a pen in the other, listening intently to Cui Cheng's lecture.

Song Buzhi noticed that whenever Cui Cheng talked about formulas, techniques, etc., the male student quickly wrote down something on paper.

And other students, generally just listen, can't write.

He was really, really serious.

Song Buzhi thought for a while, starting from the first student again, and looked at the past one by one.

After this round of scrutiny, it was still this extremely serious male student who attracted his attention the most.

That's him.Song Buzhi thought to himself.

After the key points are finished, it's time to do the questions again.

Song Buzhi learned from the previous three times, but this time he didn't even bring a pen.He didn't believe it anymore, he didn't have a pen, how could he finish the topic inexplicably?

He wouldn't have bitten his own bloody finger just to solve the problem, would he?

Song Buzhi was full of confidence, staring at Cui Cheng's smiling face on the podium, he thought, I still don't believe it, you are so amazing.

However, reality teaches to be a man.

When Song Buzhi faced the paper with his handwriting again, he was silent for a long time.

... When the fuck was this written?

Song Buzhi stared at these questions, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of them.However, the hole did not come out, but he noticed that there was a black pen on the table.

He narrowed his eyes and picked up the black pen.

This is a very ordinary black gel pen, so ordinary that you may have it in any office...but...

Song Buzhi suddenly raised his head and met Cui Cheng's smiling eyes.

When he came this afternoon, he saw Cui Cheng holding an identical pen in his hand!

No way……

Could it be that Cui Cheng gave him the pen? !

He patted his head, he really didn't have any impression...

It is estimated that the sound of his head slapping was a bit loud, and many students turned their heads in unison to look at him, with condemnation and dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Song Buzhi smiled apologetically, and thought to himself, wow, is it my fault that I have affected their studies?

Those who turned around did not include the boy in the third row who was sitting against the wall.

He is still working hard on the problem.

Song Buzhi straightened his body slightly, looked over and found that he seemed to be still working on the second question.

This……

Song Buzhi didn't know how long it took him to finish these questions, but judging from the progress of most of the students in the classroom, they were almost done.

However, this male student was still working on the second question.

In the first three classes, Cui Cheng waited for all the students to finish the questions before starting to explain and analyze.But this class did not, he did not wait for the male classmate to finish.

The male classmate seemed to be used to it too. He listened more carefully and wrote quickly on the paper with his right hand.He seems to have recorded everything Cui Cheng said, and after he finished speaking, he also wrote a lot.

Song Buzhi was speechless, so, there are so many things to write about?

After class, the boys packed up their things and left.

Song Buzhi didn't care about Cui Cheng, so he hurried after him.

"Classmate—classmate—" at the top of the stairs, Song Buzhi caught up with the boy and patted him on the shoulder, "Wait—"

The boy looked back at him.

"Hello, hello, are you from Huacheng No. [-] Middle School?" Song Buzhi said affectionately, "I seem to have seen you in school, and I will go to Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, let's go together!"

After all, Song Buzhi and his brothers seemed to pat the boy on the back, and half pushed him to walk together.

It's not a question of principle, it's not a particularly annoying thing, Yang Xi usually doesn't reject others.So he went downstairs with Song Buzhi.

Song Buzhi was familiar with himself, so he quickly introduced himself, saying that he had just transferred to this place, and he was not familiar with the road yet, so it was great to meet someone who was familiar with it.

Yang Xi didn't ask him why he transferred here at this moment, he took it for granted that there was no need for others to lie to him.He just said something in a low voice - most of the students in the cram school just now are from No. [-] Middle School.

Song Buzhi: "That's it, I don't know. I see you have a kind face, so I'll go with you."

Yang Xi smiled embarrassingly, not knowing what to say.

He was not good at communicating with others, let alone this kind of dialogue.

But Song Buzhi didn't care, he could say everything by himself.

During the short journey from Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute to Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, Song Buzhi has already found out Yang Xi's name and class, he even asked where Yang Xi's family lives and what his parents do of.

Although Song Buzhi lied, but Yang Xi was a nice person, and after telling Song Buzhi how to get to the classroom he was going to, he sent him to the stairs to go up.

When Yang Xi's figure was no longer in sight, Song Buzhi ran away in a hurry.

He wanted to go back to the Municipal Bureau to tell the discipline the news.

His intuition told him that it was Yang Xi!

Fourth person!

---

After Cui Cheng packed his things, he didn't walk out of the classroom directly, but went to the window and looked out.

He calculated the time, and as soon as he walked to the window, he saw Song Buzhi and Yang Xi walk out of the training institution's gate side by side and walked to the side of the road.

Song Buzhi turned his head to Yang Xi's direction, and said something to him with a smile.Then, it seemed that it was too hot, he saw Song Buzhi took out a black umbrella from his backpack, opened it, and put it on top of the two of them.

Cui Cheng let out a "heh" from his nasal cavity, and his smiling eyes suddenly opened a slit, and a cold light flashed inside.

Below, Song Buzhi and Yang Xi stepped onto the sidewalk and walked across the road.

It wasn't until they entered the school gate that Cui Cheng turned around slowly and walked out of the classroom.

That night, Cui Cheng called again.

Cui Cheng: "Boss, this Song Buzhi is really not simple. He followed me to four classes, and observed me and my students in each class. I think he has roughly guessed my tricks."

Cui Cheng: "He is not only smart, I even think he has a trait that is very similar to us."

Cui Cheng: "Yes, intuition. His intuition should be very keen. He found out the fourth person we want to kill from the seventeen students at the first sight."

Cui Cheng: "Boss, this person cannot stay."

Cui Cheng: "Okay, I will speed up the progress, boss, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Cui Cheng took out another mobile phone he usually used, opened the chat software, and found Yang Xi among the recent contacts.

When communicating face to face, Yang Xi is not a talkative person.But when chatting with text, Yang Xi talked more.Even so, the chats between him and Yang Xi were much less than those of Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu and Ma Jinbo who had died.

But right now, it is necessary to speed up the progress.

He clicked on Yang Xi's chat box, and sent a message in the tone of a teacher...

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"Yang Xi, male, 18 years old, a student in Class 17 ([-]) of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, with a mid-to-low grade..."

The police were very efficient. After Song Buzhi told Disciplinary about his target, it didn't take long before they sent Yang Xi's information.

Song Buzhi leaned on Discipline and read his profile together.

There were not many materials archived into the system, and they read them all at once.And from these materials alone, they can't see more things.They can only go to visit and investigate.

But they haven't found out what happened 13 years ago. If they go to Yang Xi's parents rashly...

Song Buzhi pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you take a gamble."

If you want to know what happened that year, it is obviously the fastest to ask the people who experienced it back then.One was the victim back then, and the other was the four people who sat in the car back then.

But the police tried to insinuate Lin Yunxiang and Yan Ziqiu's parents several times, but they didn't get any useful information.And Ma Xiaoyan and his wife couldn't speak.

As for who the victim was, it was not mentioned in the report back then, and they are looking for it now, like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no clue at all.

Discipline pondered: "Tomorrow we will go find Yang Xi's parents together."

Lin Yunxiang, Yan Ziqiu and Ma Jinbo are all dead, and it is very unlikely that their parents will tell.But Yang Xi is still alive, if his parents really want to protect him, it must be the best to tell what happened back then.

Of course, this premise is that the hit-and-run incident 13 years ago was related to them, and the murderer came because of it.

"If you think about it this way, the murderer may be someone from the victim back then."

Discipline: "In the news reports back then, the word 'she' next to the word female was used, and the victim was a woman."

Song Buzhi: "That could be her husband, her parents... But why did it take so many years... Could it be that something happened to the victim now?"

Discipline: "The perpetrator was not found back then, and the murderer may not have been found for so many years. Maybe it was a coincidence until now..."

Song Buzhi thought about it, and it was possible.He clasped his hands together: "Bless you have good news tomorrow!"