Chapter 018: One Dog Is Enough
When I arrived at Xincheng High School, I was unable to enter the campus.
The last time Qin Mengmeng came was in the afternoon. When they were getting out of school, there were a lot of people and no one was in charge.
The situation is different now. It is just after noon and the school gates are closed.
Qin Mengmeng and Zhang Sanri ordered two cups of milk tea in the milk tea shop opposite the school, sat down, and each took out their mobile phones to work.
Qin Mengmeng downloaded the national building standards for primary and secondary schools and the technical regulations for primary and secondary school sports facilities from a public website.
The fire protection design specifications were something she had already memorized and recited, so she didn't look for them any further.
Zhang Sanri tried to use his internal connections to obtain the original design drawings of Xincheng High School.
For public buildings like schools, there should generally be a process of publicizing the design drawings, but that is a thing of the new era.
Xincheng High School was built too early, long before the advent of the Internet age. The drawings should have been in the government archives, without electronic data, or the drawings were lost over a long period of time... In short, Qin Mengmeng really couldn't get the design drawings.
But she already had a very bad feeling in her heart.
Zhang Sanri was contacting his internal contacts by phone, but his connections were not even in this province, so Qin Mengmeng gave up hope.
Then Qin Mengmeng received a lot of information sent by Qin Chuan.
Zhang Sanri’s encyclopedia interface—if he really is a big lawyer with a case worth 30 million, he would naturally have an encyclopedia interface.
There are also pictures of him giving speeches at universities, defending himself in court, business information of his law firm, and a photo of his ID card.
The ID photo is really a bit outrageous.
Qin Mengmeng sent a text message: "You are not allowed to do anything illegal, otherwise I will not give you money to buy instant noodles in there. The instant noodles sold there are more expensive than those on the construction site. It's a loss."
Qin Chuan: “These are all things that are publicly available on the Internet.”
Qin Mengmeng: "Don't check, I know what's going on."
Qin Chuan sent a funny emoticon.
After Zhang Sanri finished the call, he shook his head at Qin Mengmeng with regret: "If it was Beijing Province, as long as there were archived designs, I could retrieve them within a day even if they were from thirty or fifty years ago. Unfortunately, this is not my sphere of influence."
"If the procedures here are complete, I can also get you this blueprint before tonight."
The waiter brought two cups of milk tea and placed them on the table, but no one touched them. They had ordered milk tea just to have a seat.
Qin Mengmeng said: "There's nothing I can do. This is how it is in small places."
In a small county town on the 18th tier, it is difficult to pay the salaries of civil servants. Naturally, the daily file management procedures and the like cannot be perfect.
Especially when adding a buff from a long time ago.
Qin Mengmeng had a terrible headache.
By now, she didn't even need to go around the school again to be sure that it would be strange if there was nothing wrong with this school.
The old schools built thirty or fifty years ago had extensive construction and imperfect standards, so it is impossible for them to meet today's standards.
In addition, as more and more people moved to the city, the school's enrollment also increased, exceeding the number of students designed at the beginning.
If you make minor repairs to an already unsatisfactory standard, it will be difficult to pass no matter how hard you try later.
"It's not a big problem..." Qin Mengmeng said, "Even if it doesn't meet the standards, it won't collapse or burn. The geographical environment here is basically unlikely to flood... nor will it cause an earthquake."
Unravel the mystery.
"As long as the fire prevention is OK."
Generally speaking, there are very few deaths in building accidents. A small number are caused by being crushed to death, while most are caused by being burned.
Zhang Sanri made a few more calls and said, "I checked Yu Jiuye's entry record. He entered this morning. He must have come to see you."
As the saying goes, speed is the essence of war.
The hatred that was formed online last night crossed the border and came offline through the Internet this morning.
"Legal entry?"
Zhang Sanri said cryptically: "I checked it from my personal relationship, it's not very legal."
Qin Mengmeng rubbed the solar plexus that was about to explode. Lack of sleep made her emotions a little out of control. She knew that she was more aggressive than usual.
After staying up all night, it is natural for people who lack sleep to be in a bad mood.
"He'd better hurry up." Qin Mengmeng murmured.
She would literally kill him herself if he disturbed her when she finally had time to sleep.
She glanced at the New Town High School in the sunlight across the street, leaned on the table, and said, "I'll take a nap. If school is over or Yu Jiuye comes, call me."
Zhang Sanri adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and nodded.
If there is one special skill that people in the civil engineering industry have, it is definitely the ability to fall asleep at any time and in any place.
Qin Mengmeng fell asleep immediately.
Zhang Sanri took a look, tapped the screen of his mobile phone silently, thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the door of the milk tea shop to look outside.
It was around two or three in the afternoon when the sun was at its hottest. The streets were sparsely populated, with only one or two people walking by occasionally. From their dress and gait, one could clearly see their identities.
He waited.
A van drove over on the street not far away and suddenly stopped by the roadside, motionless.
More than an hour later, I saw a strong, short, dark-skinned man with his hands in his trouser pockets, a backpack on his back, and his head down, hurried to the gate of Xincheng High School.
His gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but gleam with the excitement of a hound catching its prey.
It was inevitable that Yu Jiuye would choose to come to Xincheng High School.
During the live broadcast yesterday, when Qin Mengmeng took out the map of Xincheng High School, he keenly realized that she had exposed her address.
Xincheng is really a small place. If she was not a native of Xincheng, she would never have thought that this strange live broadcast room actually has a corresponding location in the real world.
He hadn't thought of it at first.
He thought New Town High School was just a virtual copy.
How can there be a city called a new city? Even when he searched for new cities on the Internet, he could only find things like xx new district, xx new city construction, and xx new city development.
After discovering that Qin Mengmeng's location was exposed, he immediately bought a ticket. Later, when he was exchanging five years of life and five thousand good karma for a reward in the live broadcast room, he was already on his way back.
Because he was in such a hurry, he basically didn't bring any luggage, only a mobile phone, cash and documents.
Even the computer seemed too cumbersome.
Qin Mengmeng did not mention her parents, family, home address or anything like that during the live broadcast.
After all, he is a lawyer and has a lot of connections in the country, so he was able to find Qin Mengmeng's home - although he didn't expect that the information she registered in the official documents had expired and her home address was also vague. The information she filled out at various junctures in her life where she was required to fill out information was very sloppy.
But anyway, the country was his sphere of influence, so he was able to find her neighbors in a hurry.
Yu Jiuye is not like that. He is Jiuchen's man and can only commit crimes in Jiuchen. When he comes to China, he is like a tiger with its teeth stripped, no better than a cat.
He didn't have many choices. If Zhang Sanri was him, he would also choose to stay in Xincheng High School and wait for Qin Mengmeng to come.
The best place to stake out is... right here, at the main entrance of Xincheng High School.
He lowered his head and tapped the phone screen silently a few more times.
Yu Jiuye walked here.
Zhang Sanri pushed the door open and blocked his way.
The two faced each other in the warm sunlight.
When Yu Jiuye started speaking, his accent was very strange, the kind that one could tell at once that this language was not his native language, and that he had a limited IQ and was not well-trained, so he could only speak with a barely usable accent.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a hound." Zhang Sanri said calmly, "Mr. Yu, Mr. Robot has already warned you that breaking the rules of the live broadcast room will have serious consequences."
"Hound?" A strange smile appeared on Yu Jiuye's face.
With some provocation, he asked: "Are you the robot's dog?"
Zhang Sanri still had a smile on his face and said calmly, "That's not the case. Mr. Robot's identity is mysterious and I can't get in touch with him."
Yu Jiuye still had his hands in his pockets. He tilted his head to glance at Zhang Sanri, then took off the hood of his hoodie, revealing a short, hard black crew cut. His hair had not been grown for long, so Zhang Sanri could see the tattoo on his scalp.
He took his hands out of his trouser pockets and placed them flat on his chest, showing his empty palms that were absolutely free of weapons.
"I'm not here to cause trouble."
"I'm not here to seek revenge."
Yu Jiuye said in a difficult accent: "I just want to discuss cooperation with the anchor. I am a friend, not an enemy."
Zhang Sanri smiled and said, "So you're saying that the words you said in the live broadcast room were really kind reminders?"
Yu Jiuye said: "Yes, if you think I am hostile, it may be because my Chinese is not good. You can ask someone about it. My reputation in Jiuchen is very good. I have never broken the law, no matter which country's laws, I have never violated them."
"Maybe some of my brothers and friends have wanted warrants, but I don't."
Zhang Sanri tapped his phone and said with a smile, "I checked it out, and it's really clean."
"You have a good vision, and you can see how important anchor number 77 is." He said admiringly, "Not only do you have a good vision, but you are also very proactive. You left at the same time as me, but you were overseas, so you came a little late."
Seeing that he knew he was a good person, Yu Jiuye avoided him and tried to get the milk tea. He had already recognized that the person sleeping on the table was his target this time.
Anchor No. 77, the only one who survived to the second day of the live broadcast.
But he was stopped again.
"You are indeed very clean. It is not easy to find such a clean person in Jiuchen." Zhang Sanri restrained his smile and said coldly: "But this matter has nothing to do with whether you are clean or not."
"If hounds are in a pack, they are just a group of consumables. Things that have no substitutes are the most precious."
Yu Jiuye was stunned.
A group of burly men rushed out of the van in the distance, pinned Yu Jiuye to the ground on the empty street, tied his hands and feet, dragged him into the van, and then drove away quickly.
Just one minute later, the street was empty again, with only the dazzling sunlight shining on the asphalt road.
Zhang Sanri stood on the street, admired the scenery, turned around and prepared to go back.
Next, he would sit quietly by the side and wait for the anchor to wake up and tell her that nothing had happened.
The night of murder on a rainy night has not yet come. No one knows where he is lurking, waiting for an opportunity to strike. It is very dangerous.
She needs some protection.
Then he saw a shadow sitting next to Qin Mengmeng, looking at him quietly.
He was wearing a baggy, ill-fitting jersey, holding a tablet in his arms, and was very short.
But his short stature is different from Yu Jiuye's. Yu Jiuye's stature is due to his race, while his stature is due to his age.
He is still young, but his growth has stagnated.
It’s the little kid in the live broadcast room.
The hound felt like it was in an ice cellar under the scorching sun.
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