Chapter 11 Chapter Nine

Nalan walked into the community of Yangliuqing Village, feeling that she was not walking with her own feet, but was being pulled by an invisible force.What am I doing?Judging from the direction I was walking, of course I was going to Ning Yuxin's house, but why?She felt that this might be a decision that she would regret later, but she still walked forward and reached the downstairs. Ning Yuxin's death is related to me and I am responsible. This was a ridiculous idea, so she didn't want to tell Bayusheng or Tao Zi.She felt that if it wasn't for her appearance, maybe Ning Yuxin would still keep that secret and continue her messy "overnight success" life.Ning Yuxin said that she wanted to talk to me about what happened to her in the past three months. What was it?Ning Yuxin insisted on meeting at home, did she have a premonition of danger?Or, did Ning Yuxin leave Qinhuai because she already had a premonition of danger?Bayusheng mentioned that people from the Wenyuan Public Security Bureau took away a lot of materials and items from Ning Yuxin's home for analysis. Will there be any results?

This is why Nalan returned to the building that gave her nightmares every night. She suddenly realized that she was taking a more dangerous step - she wanted to know why Ning Yuxin died and who did it. Ever since the case of her father's murder cooled down, Nalan's state of mind has never been calm: the person who committed such a crime is still living comfortably, but what is left behind the victim is a broken home and a few broken hearts. Depressed mother, and the shadowed self in life.Now, she's caught up in another murder and watched an innocent girl die.She knew that deep down in her heart, she wanted to take responsibility for Ning Yuxin's death.

Ning Yuxin, let me find out who killed you. Come on, let’s say I’m absurd and crazy, but when I took the college entrance examination, I took the initiative to choose a psychology major, and chose the direction of criminal psychology, isn’t it just to compensate for my powerlessness in the case of my father’s murder? She felt that she had gradually cleared her mind and calmed herself down, but she still didn't know the significance of going to Ning Yuxin's old residence. Ning Yuxin's house was still surrounded by a yellow cordon, but Na Lan stepped forward to push the door, which was locked tightly.

Nalan thought for a while, and didn't force her anymore.She lowered her head and said silently, Ning Yuxin, go well. A tear fell on the front of the front. She wanted to say, Ning Yuxin, I will find the person who killed you.But know that this is an empty promise.She said this to her father's grave, unforgettable, but she could do nothing. Two lines of tears condensed on the cheeks. Walking out of the building, Nalan took a long breath, as if the revisit to the old place just now made her heart fail. The sweltering heat of summer made the air seem to be filled with lead. Nalan failed to get what she wanted and breathed in more oxygen, but at least she could smell the fragrance of flowers.

Floral? On the steps at the entrance of the building, there is a flower basket filled with lilies, white chrysanthemums and white roses, which is so white that it breaks the heart; but among the white, a budding red rose jumps out, which is so red that it makes people tremble. Perhaps, in addition to mourning, there is also a yearning for beauty. Na Lan was almost certain that although she was in a turbulent mood just now, she still had the impression when she entered the building that the flower basket was not there, that is, in the short few minutes when she went upstairs to be rejected, someone placed the flower basket.She bent down, there was no label in the flower basket, it was sent anonymously.

She raised her head and looked around. At the corner of the opposite downstairs, a boy was looking at her. The boy was tall and thin, with a wide T-shirt and wider hip-hop shorts. Seeing her gaze, he avoided it.She started walking towards the boy, but the boy turned and walked away.If a boy peeping at a beautiful woman is seen through, it is normal to avoid his eyes; but if the beautiful woman walks towards him, he turns around and runs away, well, there are situations. The boy walked faster and faster, Na Lan simply ran up and shouted: "I am a friend of the deceased in that building, and I want to ask you something!"

As if stepping on the brakes suddenly, the boy stopped, turned his head and began to look up and down Nalan recklessly.Na Lan originally wanted to ask, did you see who put the flower basket just now?But now he asked: "You put the flower basket in the past, didn't you?" "Are you a policeman?" "Do you think I look like me?" Na Lan straightened her temple hair a little, "I'm really Ning Yuxin's friend." The boy's vigilance still hasn't dispelled, obviously he's not the kind of boy who doesn't have a clue: "Are you a reporter?"

"Will the reporter be empty-handed? No camera, no notebook, no microphone? I just want to ask you, you...you flower senders, what is your relationship with Ning Yuxin...I say you because I found the flower in the flower basket The flowers are like many different people who bought or picked them one by one from different places and piled them together. They don’t pay attention to the rules of flower arranging and arranging flowers. They only represent a deep affection; there is even a red rose, I guess , did you send it?" "How do you know... so you are still a policeman." Although the boy said so, he seemed to be interested in Nalan, and tilted his head to look at her.

"I'm just a student of Jiang University, do you want to check my student ID card?" "Since you claim to be her friend, why can't you guess who we are?" The boy shrugged. "Actually, it's okay to tell you. There is no secret. We are Teacher Ning's students." "student?" "You probably only know Ning Yuxin who is a beautiful writer! Until three months ago, she was our Chinese teacher at the High School Affiliated to Jiang University. She was also our homeroom teacher in our first year of high school last year. She has been a teacher for two consecutive years. The "most beautiful teacher" rated by our students is also very kind, and these flowers are all gathered by students in our class and grade who like her."

"I've known her for a short time, so I didn't pay much attention to the reports about her, and she didn't mention her experience as a teacher. It seems that the news spread really quickly, and she died only three days ago... As you can imagine, you really very sad." "can I go now?" "Why did you send her red roses?" "What does this have to do with you?" The boy's cool look was not entirely an act. "I found her body." Seventy percent of the boy's coolness disappeared, and he was a little stunned: "Then... so what?"

"I want to know who killed her." The boy's newly grown Adam's apple wriggled with difficulty: "Ms. Ning... was she really killed? Are you really not a policeman?" "Would the police tell you this? Would the police not know she was a teacher? I believe she was killed, but that's just my guess." "Then I can tell you who the murderer is?" The boy breathed heavily. "Oh?" "Of course it's that shit writer Qin Huai! You must know about them. Teacher Ning is definitely not the kind of person shown in the media or blogs. He was forced out by Qin Huai's ruthlessness!" Nalan nodded: "You haven't answered my question just now, why did you send her red roses?" The boy lowered his head: "I like Teacher Ning, not in a normal way... Of course, I can't talk about admiration or anything... I'm a bit weird. People like Han Han or Guo Xiaosi, you know...it doesn’t matter how famous you are, mathematics, physics and chemistry, but everyone thinks I’m dreaming, and they are also very reasonable: There are more than one billion people in China, but there is only one Han Han , with a Guo Jingming? Including my parents, nagging endlessly. Only Teacher Ning understands me and has talked with me a lot. She said that she was also like this, and she was as stubborn as me, so she suffered a lot... ..." Nalan's heart skipped a beat, are you as stubborn as me? "So she advised me to stick to my ideals and at the same time meet the basic academic requirements. I listened to her words. She resigned not long ago, which was a big blow to me, and I haven't recovered from it until now. Okay. I met her again at school a few days ago and had a heart-to-heart chat for a while, feeling much better. Unexpectedly, she left suddenly... I gave her red roses, hoping that she would have a beautiful life in another world, or in the next life, And love..." The boy wiped his eyes with his palm, and Nalan tried hard not to notice that he was crying. When the boy's mood stabilized, Nalan said: "I don't quite understand. She resigned three months ago. How can you say that you met her again at school a few days ago? Isn't it summer vacation?" "I will be in my third year of high school soon, so I spend most of my summer vacation making up lessons. She resigned before the end of the semester, and it seems that she still has some things to do in school, such as sorting out the test results of the first half of the school year, and has been doing it intermittently. , she still has a desk in the Chinese teaching and research group, and she sometimes goes there." "You met her a few days ago, when exactly?" The boy did some calculations in a daze, and said, "She died the day before yesterday... That should be two days before her death." "Did you see anything unusual about her?" "Of course, as you know, it was the time when the tabloids hyped her and Qin Huai's "love affair" was the most vigorous. She was wearing big sunglasses. Fortunately, there were not many teachers and students during the summer vacation, but she was like this. Beautiful teacher, some people still noticed her, gossiping a lot. When I chatted with her, she took off her glasses and looked haggard." Why did Ning Yuxin go to school at this time when the building was full of wind and rain?If it were me, I would never go out half a step.Perhaps these are important clues. "You said she still has a desk in the Chinese teaching and research group?" The boy nodded and stared at Nalan: "What do you want to do?" "It's nothing, just asking. Thank you. I hope that the bastard who killed your Teacher Ning will be caught soon." Nalan didn't know what else to say, what else to promise to make this child feel better, so she had to turn and leave. "During the summer vacation, the reason for making up classes is that there will always be people walking around in the teaching building during the day," the boy said behind her, "There are two Chinese teachers participating in making up classes, and they will go to the office from time to time, so you will definitely be rejected if you go during the day." people noticed." This smart boy guessed what Nalan was thinking.Nalan simply turned around and listened to him continue: "The gate of Jiang University High School is closed at 7:00 p.m. You must go through the gate guard to get in. However, a parking lot is being built near the back gate of the high school, and it has been under construction recently. Because of the hot weather, Instead, the busiest hours of construction came in the hours after the sun went down, when the back door remained open. "The teaching building is usually locked, but a piece of glass in the men's toilet on the first floor has been broken for several weeks. Because it is a holiday, no one cares about repairing it; Lock it, but the door lock is the simplest kind, the kind that can be opened with a bank card inserted into the door, if you find it troublesome, you can also use this." The boy took out from the thousands of pockets on his shorts A key and handed it to Nalan, "I have always been a representative of the Chinese class, and I was lucky enough to have access to the office key. This is a backup. Most of the desk drawers are also locked, and those locks are the simplest ones. Insert the lock, use a bank card or an iron piece, and it can be broken in one attack." Nalan looked at the boy puzzled, and wanted to ask, are you going to school, or playing with the school? The boy seemed to understand her vision, and said: "I forgot to tell you, my ambition is to write the best suspense novels, so I have been practicing... The main reason is that I have never been a good student, and the Chinese teaching and research section There are doors leading to more teaching and research rooms..." "I don't need to know the details, just stay in your suspenseful masterpiece and take your time. Leave me a phone number, and I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow." Na Lan took the key from the boy's hand, and for the first time in three days, motivation to smile.