Greed & Laziness (9)
The following time was very quiet. Ji Ting and Song Shu were writing and drawing respectively. When the break was about to end, they both stopped writing at the same time.
Ji Ting handed over the analysis report he had written and exchanged it with Song Shu.
The current intelligence can be summarized as follows.
Three vampires and one human died at Linglan Academy. Their bodies were found near the teaching building, the school clinic, Lover's Lake, and the gymnasium. All three vampires had a relationship with Qiao Qing and had one-sided sexual fantasies about Qiao Qing.
The vampire who died in the monastery and the vampire wife who committed suicide at home were also suspected of having mentally cheated on Qiao Qing.
The places that have appeared here: Lily of the Valley College and the Monastery, are also places that Qiao Qing has been to or often visits.
Song Shu looked through the long list of dense clues and still felt confused. But he was sure of one thing: Qiao Qing was not a suspect, but he had to start with Qiao Qing.
Ji Ting saw through his thoughts: "Do you think the focus is on Qiao Qing?"
"In fact, we have investigated Qiao Qing many times since the case happened, and even followed him. He is a very defenseless person. Or rather, he found out, but he thinks being followed is a manifestation of his charm, so he hardly cares about the detectives following him."
"The tracking lasted for seven days, and we got nothing from Qiao Qing."
Song Shu: "... like this."
No, the only clue is gone, can we really find the murderer?
Ji Ting gracefully stroked the wrinkles on his sleeves and smiled, "Actually, there is another person who meets the requirements and often hangs out at the monastery and Lily of the Valley Academy."
In addition, Ji Ting felt that it was very necessary for him to understand why the government rejected Song Shu's request to change jobs.
Levitt City is indeed an inclusive city, but knowing that vampires are afraid of the cross and even the vampires themselves are reluctant, the government began to force Song Shu to work in the monastery. What is the purpose of doing this?
There are many more secrets to be uncovered about Song Shu than about Qiao Qing.
Song Shu always felt that Ji Ting was hinting at something. He was not a fool. After a little thought, he thought of himself. He was speechless: "You mean... me?"
Ji Ting did not answer. He opened the drawer and took out a stack of photos: "Do you think these people look familiar?"
Seeing Song Shu pick up the photo, Ji Ting added: "Just from the first glance."
Song Shu looked through the photos. These were all photos of the deceased. After he finished looking at them, he hesitated: "I don't have any impression."
Ji Ting leaned back: "You don't seem to remember other people very well."
He is always so casual, as if he doesn't care about anything, which often makes people feel helpless.
Song Shu: "......Also okay?"
“I can remember most of them.”
Ji Ting asked Song Shu to look at the photos again: "Do you really have no impression of these photos? In other words, have you ever seen these dead people?"
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and Ji Ting's tone relaxed a little: "Sorry, it seems that I accidentally turned this conversation into an interrogation."
"I just think their connection may not be in Qiao Qing."
Linglan College and the Monastery were also places where Song Shu often went, weren't they? Compared to Qiao Qing's dull face and personality, he thought Song Shu had more capital to drive people crazy.
Four of the six deceased loved to keep diaries, which was also a funny commonality. As an important piece of evidence, they also checked the diaries and found no traces of magical forgery.
But what if?
Ji Ting curled his lips. After the suspect shifted to Song Shu, the case seemed to become more interesting.
"It's okay, I don't mind." Song Shu didn't think Ji Ting's tone was serious. He was just doing his job. He quite liked this attitude. At least it didn't involve any personal feelings towards him.
Song Shu looked at the photo again and said with certainty: "I have never seen these people."
Song Shu's tone was too confident. Ji Ting's eyes flashed with surprise and he took back the photo: "I'm sorry, Song Shu. I apologize again for my attitude just now. And you don't have to take my guess just now to heart."
Song Shu was helpless: "It doesn't matter, as long as the case can be solved, it doesn't matter if you start with me."
His mission is to find the murderer. In a sense, Ji Ting is still his teammate. If his teammate can lead him to success, then it doesn't matter if he investigates him.
The atmosphere was slightly relaxed, and Ji Ting curved his lips and said, "I noticed that you don't seem to care about many things."
"Is this something I need to worry about?" Song Shu shrugged. "Relax a little and you will be happier. This is a truth I learned a long time ago."
Ji Ting: "You're right. Just don't put the love letters given to you by others into the lost and found box next time."
“………”
Appreciating Song Shu's somewhat embarrassed expression, Ji Ting pushed it over: "The letters or items that no one claims will be sent to the Student Union. The Student Union has piled up a lot of pink love letters these past two days. Baby Face thought it was some kind of sentimental complaint letter."
About seven or eight love letters were piled on the table. Song Shu looked away: "......"
"Don't you want to take a look?"
Ji Ting looked at Song Shu, but Song Shu was a little indifferent. Maybe he even felt a little embarrassed for causing them trouble, but he didn't have any more emotions.
Song Shu said, "I won't watch it anymore."
…
Song Shu left, but the love letters were still there. Ji Ting originally wanted to throw them into the trash can, but he thought about it and opened the love letters for Song Shu.
…
On the way back to the classroom, Song Shu was handed three more love letters. He couldn't help but wonder: "555, are you sure that the halo around me is gone?"
【I'm sure Ah Sen will sort it out late. 】
"Then why...?"
Song Shu frowned, feeling that the air was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.
【You owe me some shit. 】
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu raised his middle finger. Damn it! 555!
[What else can I say? There is already a Qiao Qing. ]
As he was talking, 555 felt something was wrong. Why did he say this sentence as if Qiao Qing was a shield for Song Shu?
Blocking those crazy admirers for Song Shu is to divert some perverted attention for Song Shu. But if that's the case, isn't it possible that there is a more powerful person secretly watching Song Shu?
Weird.
Straight men are really charming. 555 shook his head and walked away with his hands behind his back.
…
After the break, the marks on Song Shu's abdomen began to heat up again. It was not the kind of heat that made the body feel weak, but it came again and again, like an itch, urging him to eat.
Song Shu was extremely hungry. He took two bites of the lunch in the hole on the table, but he felt hungrier the more he ate.
During the break, he couldn't help but lie on the table. Qiao Qing thought he was not feeling well, "Song Shu, what's wrong with you?"
Because he was afraid of disturbing Song Shu, he spoke in a very low voice, but the people at the tables in front and behind him turned around at the same time.
"Squad leader, are you sick?"
"Squad leader, your face and ears are so red, do you have a fever?"
The desk was surrounded in an instant.
Song Shu: "...No, I'm fine."
Qiao Qing was somewhat complacent about his own appeal. He looked at the people around him and said, "The squad leader doesn't like so many people around him. Please spread out."
No one moved until Song Shu rubbed his ears and said, "I'm fine, stop surrounding me, it's hard to pass through the aisle."
The crowd then dispersed a little.
There seems to be a subtle class division in Class A, for example, now. Compared to those who stayed where they were, the students who dispersed were usually quiet and not very competitive, and they were also the silent majority in the class.
Song Shu thought about what Ji Ting said, and felt that the world was not that simple. Everything he saw seemed wrong, and his head began to hurt.
He rubbed his ears vigorously again, stood up from his seat and went outside to get some fresh air.
Song Shu left. Although the people who stayed around were talking to Qiao Qing, most of them kept their eyes on Song Shu.
He didn't care about it before, but maybe because of Ji Ting's words, Song Shu noticed it this time. He paused, then quickly walked out of the classroom.
The few people who were talking around Qiao Qing also looked at each other with unhappy expressions.
——Did someone say anything to Song Shu?
…
Class A was on the second floor. Song Shu went to sit on the bench downstairs to get some fresh air. After a while, someone sat down next to him.
Qin Sang leaned against him and said lazily, "Brother."
The marks on his abdomen were getting hot again. Song Shu wanted to push Qin Sang away, but after hesitating for a while, he did not move.
Qin Sang pressed his neck against her shoulders: "Brother, you don't really rely on me."
Song Shu's thoughts were a little confused now. He tilted his head and could see Qin Sang's eyelashes dipped in snow, resting on her eyes like butterflies.
"Were you angry yesterday?"
"Yes, because you don't depend on me."
Qin Sang suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him. Song Shu felt a little uncomfortable: "There's no need to do this kind of thing every day, right?"
Qin Sang smiled and said, "That's not what I'm talking about."
Song Shu's face flushed immediately, and her lips were kissed again very quickly. Qin Sang said, "The old man who sent you back yesterday, doesn't he look familiar to you?"
"look familiar?"
Song Shu was puzzled: "You mean the priest?"
Qin Sang nodded lazily, and Song Shu clarified: "I have only met him twice."
"uh-huh."
Qin Sang closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep again.
Song Shu looked around and saw that there were almost no people on the first floor. He subconsciously wanted to rely on his brother again.
"Qin Sang, do you feel that this world is weird?"
Ever since Ji Ting’s guess that “the deceased might be related to him”, Song Shu finally felt the sense of incongruity in this world.
I feel it, but I can't put it into words. Anyway, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart.
"What's weird?"
Qin Sang closed his eyes, but his words were very clear: "Brother, you think too much."
"Have you been under too much pressure lately? Why are you starting to have these random thoughts?"
Because Qin Sang at least has the identity of a high school student, Song Shu still has some trust in him.
After a brief chat, Song Shu returned to the classroom with a heavy heart. Qin Sang, who had said he was going to the office to get something, appeared on the first floor, facing a priest in a robe.
Qin Sang was no longer sleepy as before, and his eyes were cold as if he was looking at an enemy: "You old man, what did you tell him?"
In response, he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder.
The priest turned the gun and watched Qin Sang's wounds slowly heal.
Blood dripped onto the ground and quickly disappeared. Qin Sang grinned, "It's so funny that he didn't recognize you."
"It's none of your business."
Song Yinxing put the pistol cleverly into his robe: "If you say one more word of nonsense, I'll point this gun at your head next time."
Qin Sang didn't care and taunted, "Father, you have a gun. God will punish you if you do this."
"God? I don't believe in God."
Song Yinxing turned and left: "I told you, he will find out that all your efforts are in vain."
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