readsfreenovel Chapter 473: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)
Chapter 473: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)
Liang Shuman stared at the girl in front of him in a daze.
If you look closely, you can indeed see that the scars on her face are weird.
His face was also sickly pale.
He frowned.
Is it necessary for journalists to go to this extent to dig up news?
After a pause, Liang Shuman gently held Song Yuesheng's hand.
"Since Miss Song has such ability, please hide yourself. I don't want to be exposed and implicated."
Song Yuesheng nodded: "Of course, this is the prerequisite for asking for help."
Because of the disturbance caused by the parents in the morning, all the security guards have been replaced by soldiers from the Wanjun District.
The questioning is also very strict.
But Song Yuesheng kept in mind her disguised persona——
Liang Shuman's distant sister who was injured in childhood and is timid and afraid of strangers.
When they asked the first question, "Who are you?", she timidly hid behind Liang Shuman and quickly lowered her head.
"My...brother..."
Song Yuesheng pinched his clothes nervously.
I speak less because I can’t control my voice and it’s easy to reveal myself.
The person in charge of the inquiry looked at Liang Shuman and asked, "She is your sister?"
Liang Shuman was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly.
The interrogator did not give up and continued to ask: "Where are your parents? Is there no one at home to watch your sister?"
When Song Yuesheng heard this, he looked up subconsciously.
Her hair half covered her face.
A small part of the scar is exposed.
It looks even scarier.
She waved her hands in panic, her face flushed red: "No, no... we are not from the same family... I should call him brother... my mother said..."
After saying this, Song Yuesheng subconsciously patted the backpack in her hand as if to divert attention or to give herself courage.
"I've got the sketchbook. I'll wait outside..." She gave Liang Shuman a bright smile, "Brother, go ahead. I can be alone..."
Liang Shuman touched her head lovingly.
"younger sister……"
As soon as he said this, Liang Shuman realized what he was doing.
He hastily withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
The officer looked at the two men who had suddenly fallen silent and waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright, let's go."
Before the two of them had gone far, they heard the officers complaining among themselves.
"Alas, anyone who has an autistic sister will suffer greatly."
"I think you should find someone to marry her off right away."
"No way. Who wants to marry a woman who can't speak clearly and has a disfigured face?"
"So I said whoever gets into this situation will suffer. I guess her parents are worried sick."
……
Only after the two of them turned the corner and were away from the school gate did Song Yuesheng return to normal.
She let go of Liang Shuman's clothes, walked out from behind him, thanked him again, and went to the nearest teaching building.
You need to put on a different look when you go to the Academy of Fine Arts to inquire about information.
Liang Shuman looked at the departing figure, with a look of scrutiny and confusion in his eyes.
Her skills don't seem to be those of a reporter.
He is more like a movie actor who plays different roles.
I never thought that she and Sister Ya were working in the same newspaper.
It is inevitable that we will come into contact again in the future.
And just now...
He revealed a little bit of his character without knowing it was her.
Liang Shuman scratched his hair in annoyance.
do not care.
He had helped her get into Osia University, and what happened to her in the future had nothing to do with him.
Avoid if you can.
Can't avoid it.
Song Yuesheng used the bathroom in the teaching building to wipe off the scar on her face, put on her double-sided jacket inside out, and took off her skirt to reveal the trousers underneath.
Wear sunglasses.
Reapply makeup.
She pretended to be Qiu Xiao's cousin who was studying abroad and went to the Academy of Fine Arts.
The reason was to collect the relics.
As a result, I was told that all the things on Qiu Xiao's desk had been put into the waste warehouse.
It's in a tin hut next to the teaching building.
The director used the key to open the lock, and the dust made him sneeze.
He waved his hand, pointing to the table in front.
"Ms. Qiu, this is Mr. Qiu's desk. We moved it down intact. But the police have already taken away a large part of it during the investigation. There may not be much left of Mr. Qiu."
Song Yuesheng nodded to show his understanding.
There were four scattered photos under the glass plate on the table.
What caught her attention was the large group photo placed in the lower left corner.
Ten students stood in the front row.
Six people who looked like teachers stood at the back.
The background is a flowing river.
these people……
Song Yuesheng took out all the photos and pretended to mention them casually.
"Director, I didn't expect you to organize trips for students. No wonder I often heard in Rain Country that Ossia University is the dream place for thousands of students to study painting."
The director smiled from ear to ear when he heard the compliment: "It's not a trip. The school has limited space, so we always take students out to paint the scenery of nature."
"Do you guys go out often?"
"Not often. Twice a year, at the end of March and September. I always go with students who have outstanding academic performance. It's basically three days."
"Firstly, I want them to be better. Secondly, I want them to get out of school and relax for a while."
The director glanced at the photos on the table, then pointed at one of the girls in the photos and said with regret.
"For example, this student named Ding Mei is so talented. I can say that she is the first student with great talent in color that I have seen in all my years of work."
"Alas. What a pity."
The director sighed and put the photo back on the table.
His unfinished words were filled with regret for Ding Mei's suicide.
As the "cousin" who was studying abroad did not know about suicide, Song Yuesheng changed the subject.
"Does my cousin go there every time?"
The director shook his head and said, "No, our teachers have a schedule. We take turns to lead the students out of school in groups of six. There are two director-level teachers every time. After all, we have to ensure everyone's safety."
Song Yuesheng asked other questions casually.
When I left, I took four photos and two painting textbooks with detailed notes.
The key puzzle piece is found correctly.
In the photo with the background of drinking water, four of the six teachers died one after another. Ding Mei stood in the middle, smiling happily.
No matter what the report says, at least in this photo, Song Yuesheng does not look like she is in a mental state serious enough to commit suicide.
If it was not suicide, then what happened during those three days that led Ding Mei to choose to commit suicide by cutting her wrists on April 7?
The target is the teacher.
We can only ask the last man and woman alive.
The two of them leaned against each other intimately.
Either they are lovers or they are husband and wife.
correct!
The original owner remembered that he and his art academy teacher broke up last year.
It seems their names are...Tang Qizhen and...Su Xinyu.
On the day they broke up, Su Xinyu smashed Tang Qi's newly bought car, and Tang Qi was punching and kicking her in front of Bisheng Lake.
It was quite a big deal.
Even the original owner, who was concentrating on writing his thesis, knew about it.
Finally, the president of the Academy of Fine Arts stepped in to resolve the issue.
The time is...
Song Yuesheng pressed his brows and recalled the original owner's memories.
I remembered.
On April 15th, the original owner was revising his paper until almost dawn and listened to the gossip of his roommates.
and many more.
Isn't this the day after one week after Ding Mei committed suicide?
Song Yuesheng asked several teachers indirectly, and immediately wrote a press release titled "People in the photos died one after another, there is a lot of inside information in the serial case" after returning.
The next morning, she handed it to Deng Lan personally.
The news content linked Ding Mei's suicide to the successive deaths of four teachers.
He also wrote a profile of the murderer: she was about 1.65 meters tall, a female, had an injury on her left leg, and lived near the Hening Hotel.
And made a rough inference based on the clues found so far.
That is, the murderer is likely to have killed the last two teachers.
After reading the manuscript and photos, Deng Lan looked at Song Yuesheng worriedly.
"Xiao Song, do you know that once this article is published in the newspaper, its influence will be comparable to that of the Spring Taiwan News? If it can withstand scrutiny, it's fine. If it can't..."
Having said that, Deng Lan paused for a moment, and finally gave a tactful reminder in a tone that was almost a sigh.
"There are many tabloids in Sangcheng, and there are many journalists who have been spurned by the general public and lost their jobs or lives in pursuit of temporary fame."
"Xiao Song, you are still young..."
"Sister Lan." Song Yuesheng interrupted Deng Lan and looked at her seriously, "As long as I am in the newspaper, I will not tarnish the reputation of Chaolu Daily."
There was no wavering in her eyes, which showed a maturity beyond her age.
At this moment, Deng Lan seemed to see himself when he was young.
The same desire for truth and insistence on justice.
The reality is that there are some truths that cannot be reported by tabloids like theirs.
Can not afford.
Ugh.
That's it.
When one is young, one should take a risk without hesitation.
Deng Lan nodded and handed the photo to Song Yuesheng: "Keep this photo. Once your manuscript is published, this photo may become a unique piece."
"Don't worry, Sister Lan."