Chapter 66: Suspension of Study
At the door of the flower shop, Curly was standing between Lin Wenjue and Cao Bin, holding a bunch of withered flowers.
The three men looked at each other. They had been to dozens of flower shops this morning , but every flower shop said: These flowers definitely did not come from our store.
Especially in some mid- to high-end flower shops, the staff directly pointed to their own wrapping paper and cards and said: "Our wrapping paper and cards have our own logos. It's obvious that this has nothing to do with us."
Knowing this, the three grown men learned their lesson and looked at the wrapping paper and cards first when they entered, saving a lot of time.
The only problem was that Comrade Curly always came into people , and people always thought he was looking for trouble.
The three of them met briefly, exchanged disappointing information, and prepared to make further efforts.
Curly-haired said with a bitter face: "Lao Cao, please hold the flowers for a while. They are looking at me in such a strange way."
Cao Bin pointed at his own face and said earnestly: "My God, look at my face. Does it look like a decadent young man who was abandoned by his girlfriend? The clerks would retreat away from me. I look more like a troublemaker than you..."
Curly's mouth drooped: "That's right, Lao Cao, you are right, at least I still have some advantages in appearance."
Cao Bin: …
Why kill someone when you have to destroy his heart?
Lin Wenjue laughed and encouraged them: "Come on, female killers and decadent youths, let's work harder and find some clues. We can't just work for nothing."
The three of them exchanged firm glances and quickly dispersed.
Curly stood at the door of a flower shop, pulling up the corners of his mouth, trying to show the most pleasing smile before pushing the door and walking in.
"Welcome, please take a look around." The proprietress was wrapping a bouquet of flowers and smiled warmly at Curly.
Curly looked around and didn't look at the wrapping paper. He walked up to her and asked, "Hello, I want to ask about the wrapping paper of this bouquet of flowers..."
Before Curly could finish his words, the other party frowned and said, "You are not good at making a flower bag."
Curly was overjoyed. God knew how important this sentence was to him.
"What's wrong? Boss, could you please help me take a look?" Curly quickly handed over the flowers.
The lady boss didn't mind, she took the bouquet and checked it: "The packaging skills are too poor, look at the wrapping paper, the layers are messy, which affects the beauty; no floral mud is used to keep it moisturized, and the flower stems are not trimmed. Moreover, the color of the ribbon here doesn't match the overall look, and it's even tied into a knot..."
The lady boss said with a look of disdain: "You bought these flowers at a flower shop. A normal flower shop would not allow flowers packaged like this to be sent out. You'd better close the shop as soon as possible."
"Then is there a possibility that the clerk is a newbie?" Curly asked tentatively.
The lady boss waved her hands bluntly: "You need to have some brains to run a flower shop. There may be some differences in color aesthetics, but the most basic packaging skills cannot be so bad..."
"Well, boss, in your opinion, this flower..." Curly asked again.
The lady boss waved her hand and said, "Go to the flower market and take a look. Ordinary flower shops wouldn't dare to use wrapping paper of this quality. That would be too much of an insult to the customers. The flower market doesn't care about this."
After she finished speaking, she finally realized something was wrong: "But handsome guy, why are you asking about this? This flower...was it given to you by your girlfriend?"
Curly smiled warmly and showed her his ID: "Police are investigating this case, comrade. Thank you very much for your help."
"Police?" The proprietress was startled and wiped her hands on her apron: "Then do you want me to help you take another look?"
"Oh, that's great!" Curly pointed at the flower and said, "Do your best, do your best."
While the proprietress was checking the bouquets, Curly called Lin Wenjue and Cao Bin, and the two of them quickly came over.
Sure enough, they got nothing.
Curly quickly repeated to them what the boss had just said, and the boss's wife also spoke.
She said, "Comrade policeman, I have looked carefully, and there is nothing else. As I just told you, you'd better go to the flower market."
After leaving the flower shop, Lin Wenjue thought about it and decided that the three of them couldn’t all go to the flower market.
He said, "How about this, I'll continue to run the flower shop, and you two can go to the flower market . If anything happens, let me know immediately."
The three of them separated quickly, each with a few small breads bought from the store in their pockets.
…
Luo Xun and Chi Xia met Teacher Fu, but when they showed her the handwriting in the photo, Teacher Fu said that she had never seen a student in her class write so well.
"Teacher Fu, when we were learning about the relevant situation, we learned from Teacher Jiang Xiaojiang that about a year and a half ago, the school held a parent-teacher meeting. Something happened in your family, and she attended the parent-teacher meeting on your behalf, right?"
Luo Xun asked Teacher Fu.
Teacher Fu looked puzzled: "That's right. You came to ask me about this handwriting and this matter today. Is it related to Teacher Liang... jumping off the building?"
"We are still investigating." Luo Xun said and looked at Chi Xia: "Talk to Teacher Fu and tell him what Jiang Xiao said."
Chi Xia roughly repeated Jiang Xiao's original words, and then said: "We contacted Teacher Jiang before coming here, and she said she didn't know the parent."
Teacher Fu pursed his dry lips, frowned, and searched for relevant information in his mind, muttering: "The father is unreliable... The mother can't handle the situation... She holds the child back..."
She pondered over it with a difficult look on her face. Who on earth could this be?
Chi Xia reminded her: "Liang Ruqing doesn't teach your class, but she was able to say these words at the time. You also said that you are still her friend in this school. Could it be that you said something to her during the chat?"
"Ah!" Teacher Fu suddenly realized: "I remember now, I remember now, this...isn't this Liu Zitao from our class!"
"Liu Zitao?"
"Yes! It was Liu Zitao, but when I told Teacher Liang about it, I didn't say anything as unpleasant "..."
Teacher Fu explained solemnly, "Liu Zitao's family conditions are complicated. His father used to work on a construction site, but later he was injured and lost a leg. His mother has also always been in poor health. The whole family relies on a small shop selling steamed buns to support themselves."
"And then?" Chi Xia encouraged her with his eyes.
Teacher Fu continued, "It may be because of his family. This child is very quiet and always keeps his head down. He doesn't really listen in class and his grades are basically at the bottom. Another thing is that he is late and leaves early. I, the grade leaders, and even the school leaders have intervened, but this child has not changed at all."
"What about now?" Chi Xia asked, "Teacher Fu, is he in class?"
Teacher Fu had a strange expression on her face. She looked at Chi Xia and Luo Xun and said, "But Liu Zitao applied for a leave of absence last year!"
"Suspension of study?" Luo Xun frowned. "Teacher Fu, do you have the relevant suspension information? We would like to take a look."
The matter was inexplicably related to his former student, and Teacher Fu felt mixed emotions.
"The relevant information on the leave of absence procedures... I need to ask Director Qin for this. So, I will go there with you now."
She waved her hand, called a student out, whispered a few words to her, and went to find Qin Yansong with Chi Xia and the others.
When Qin Yansong learned their purpose, he felt like he was facing a great enemy. How come the investigation ended up involving students?
His mind was full of thoughts as he searched for relevant information in the filing cabinet behind him.
"It should be here. " He took out a pile of file bags and looked through them, then took out one of them: "Yes, Liu Zitao, this is it, this student..."
Luo Xun took the file bag and quickly untangled the wire, but when he saw the face on the data sheet, he looked at Chi Xia beside him with a gloomy expression.
Chi Xia's face became even darker.
Although the man in the photo looked cold and depressed, and his messy hair half covered his eyes, Chi Xia still traced his current appearance based on his facial shape.
"Xu Yang."
Chi Xia's voice was deep.
