Chapter 80 Murder
"No need." Rong Yuan said calmly. This was not a polite word to him, because the reason for his action was not to help anyone, but to end the riot in the shortest possible time.
Gan Zheng strangely understood what he didn't say , and she insisted: "No matter what your reason is, I got help because of it. You can ignore it, but I can't pretend not to know."
Hearing this, Rong Yuan raised his head and looked at her seriously for the first time.
Although Rong Yuan has always disliked paying attention to irrelevant people, in this place where geniuses gather, he still pays more attention to those people whose grades are not much and Gan Zheng is one of them.
Gan Zheng is very different from the young men and women gathered here. She is so special that one glance can make bystanders feel that they do not belong to the same type.
Although these young people who have been selected from their peers across the country have different levels in the training camp, each of them is a favored child in their own living environment, with the kind of pride and confidence cultivated by long-term expectations, worship, admiration, praise, etc. Even if their backs are bent by heavy schoolbags and bad living habits, their eyes will not be lowered.
But Gan Zheng is different. Her test scores are among the best, but she always avoids looking at people. Sometimes she forces herself to smile even if she doesn't want to, and swallows her tears even if she wants to cry. She always subconsciously caters to the opinions of her friends, and never refuses to be asked to run errands. When people see her, their first impression is "poor", then "shabby", and then "easy to bully". Perhaps it is because of this personality that people feel non-threatening. Although her grades are not bad, she is the most popular person in this highly competitive environment.
At this moment, Rong Yuan felt that perhaps her good popularity also came from her clarity.
Since he got the Merit Book, Rong Yuan has helped many people. Some people are grateful, but most people forget about it as soon as they turn around. Some people are not grateful but complain unsatisfied. No matter what kind of people they are, as long as it does not affect his life, Rong Yuan always ignores them. In his eyes, these people are just props to gain merit, just like you need a chair when you sit and chopsticks when you eat. Who cares what the chair and chopsticks think? Anyway, Rong Yuan will not.
But no matter what, being appreciated is better than being ungrateful. So Rong Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood. Gan Zheng realized that continuing to talk would only annoy the other party, so he thanked him again and got up to leave.
Rong Yuan did not ask her about the whereabouts of her watch like others did, which made Gan Zheng relieved - some things, even if it is not one's fault, will make people feel ashamed when they mention them.
The noise in the classroom soon died down, replaced by the rustling sound of pens writing on paper.
As night fell in the evening, the students in the classroom went to eat in groups of three or four. Rong Yuan packed up and left the classroom, and saw Ni Zihao's mother waiting outside the door, holding a cylindrical insulated lunch box. Inside, Ni Zihao was immersed in the world of numbers and symbols, calculating without distraction, as if he had forgotten all the world outside the book.
The same scene has been repeated many times these days. Rong Yuan nodded to Ni Zihao's mother and walked out of the teaching building. When he walked around the playground, he heard Wandou 's voice: "Rong Yuan, Zhao Xiang is behaving abnormally."
"Zhao Xiang?" Rong Yuan thought of the negative 5879 and asked as he put on his glasses, "What did he do?"
"He left the staff dormitory without a cell phone and carrying an opaque plastic bag. From the road camera surveillance, it was found that Zhao Xiang took the No. 108 bus at the bus stop at the east gate of the school, got off after five stops, and went into the public toilet. Ten minutes later, he changed his clothes and left the toilet in an unusual outfit."
As he spoke, Wandou displayed a picture on the lens, which was a comparison of Zhao Xiang before and after entering the toilet. Before entering, he was an ordinary working class. When leaving, he changed into dark clothes and put on a mask and a hat. The air quality in B City is not good, and the smog is very heavy. Many people dress like this, but suddenly changing into this outfit is very strange.
Rong Yuan turned and walked towards the school gate, saying, "Wandou, keep monitoring and report his location at any time."
"yes."
"Gah-squeak" a sharp scraping sound suddenly came, and Wandou quickly reminded: "Rongyuan, there is danger at the three o'clock direction!"
Rong Yuan looked up and saw a crimson car rushing towards him out of control. Pedestrians on the road screamed and dodged. A girl in front of him who was listening to music on her phone with her head down obviously did not notice the danger approaching and was swaying slowly on the road.
"Bang!"
The girl's body flew past him calmly like a light butterfly, her black hair fluttering in the air, with a strange beauty. Then her body fell to the ground and rolled twice, and her cell phone, hairpin, keys and other small items flew all over the ground. The red car crashed into a roadside electric pole, the front of the car sank into it, and the engine was still humming.
Rong Yuan felt his face was a little wet. He reached out and wiped it, and saw a few bright red spots on his fingertips.
He looked at the girl lying on the ground. The scan results of the optical brain showed that she was suffering from brain hemorrhage, comminuted fractures, and ruptured internal organs. Even if she was treated immediately, the probability of her survival under the current medical conditions would not exceed 5%. The only thing that could guarantee her survival was the therapeutic drugs in the Merit Mall.
Rong Yuan did not move, watching the rise and fall of her chest become weaker and weaker, her half-open eyes gradually closing, and the last breath of life disappearing bit by bit.
Her face was covered by hair and blood, and only her small white chin and a sparkling mermaid pendant hanging on her chest could be seen.
The door of the red car was pushed open with a bang, and a man crawled out of it. He was very young, dressed very fashionably, and looked like a college student. His hair was deliberately styled into a slightly messy hairstyle, and his pale face was full of fear.
The man's legs were too weak to stand, so he knelt on the ground beside the car and asked in a trembling voice, "Is she...dead...dead? Did I kill someone?"
No one answered him. Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. For a long time, no one dared to approach the girl lying on the ground.
Rong Yuan looked at the trembling man who seemed to be frightened to death. He always felt that besides fear, there was also a bit of relaxation on his face. The complex emotions made his expression look like a mixture of crying and laughing, very distorted.
…
The ambulance drove into the school with a whirring sound, and drove away soon after. There is no doubt that the girl had died long before the ambulance arrived. The police were investigating at the scene, and the body had been put into a body bag and taken away. Although the boy who caused the accident was frightened and incoherent, he still cooperated with the investigation and answered every question. It was said that he had just learned to drive and mistakenly stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake, which caused this tragedy. The police questioned some eyewitnesses at the scene, and there was no discrepancy with the student's statement. No suspicious points were found in the surveillance video, and it was finally treated as an ordinary traffic accident.
Rong Yuan looked thoughtfully at the boy who kept confessing and crying. Suddenly, a policeman walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Rong Yuan turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with untidy beard, half of his eyebrows drooping, small eyes, a bulbous nose, a square face, and a height of a little over 1.7 meters. He was an ordinary-looking uncle, but his eyes were mostly white and less black, which made him look a little creepy.
Glancing at the olive branch and star flower on his shoulder, Rong Yuan said calmly, "Nothing."
Wu Xian looked at the boy's back as he walked away, his eyes narrowed slightly. One of his subordinates looked at the direction of his gaze curiously and asked, "Captain, what are you looking at?"
"He washed his face." Wu Xian said without any context.
"What?" The subordinate didn't understand.
"Have you watched the surveillance?" Wu Xian asked.
The subordinate said: "I checked it, there is no problem, it was just an accident."
"That's not what I'm talking about." Wu Xian said, "Someone died right in front of him, but he was still so calm. Is this the reaction a normal child should have? Before the police came, he even had the time to wash the blood off his face. What kind of person do you think he is?"
The subordinate thought for a moment and said, "...Isn't it quite indifferent? Kids nowadays are like this. Look at the students around you. The deceased was their classmate, but how many of them feel sad? To them, they care more about whether their Weibo followers have increased than the deceased. This is the norm in our society now. It's quite sad to think about it."
"Really?" Wu Xian asked in a low voice, putting aside the doubts that suddenly arose in his heart and continuing to arrange work. Just at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. After answering it, he said to his subordinates: "Yang Xia, leave the things here to Xiao Zheng and others, you come with me to Shitan Park."
"What's wrong?" Yang Xia asked.
Wu Xian said: "A murder just happened in Shitan Park."
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"Shitan Park? Has the news been confirmed?" Rong Yuan asked.
"Yes." Pea said, "The body has been found and the case has been reported. Zhao Xiang was seen in that area forty-five minutes ago and changed into ordinary clothes when he left. The possibility that he is the murderer is more than ninety percent."
Rong Yuan remained silent.
Wandou thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, there is no surveillance near the murder site, so I..."
"Why do you want to apologize?" Rong Yuan interrupted it and asked.
Pea paused and said, "Because I think you are blaming yourself."
"Me?" Rong Yuan laughed and asked, "What are you blaming yourself for?"
"Because you had the ability to stop the murder but failed, judging from human moral logic, you will have a similar feeling of guilt..." Pea's voice became lower and lower, and finally asked softly: "Isn't that right?"
"Well... in this situation, it would be better if we could prevent it, because force majeure could not prevent it..." Rong Yuan asked: "Did the "Book of Merits" lose points?"
"No."
"That's all." He said, and sat down on a bench by the roadside, his schoolbag aside, his legs casually crossed, his hands behind his head. The dim light of the street lamp flickered, and the swaying trees cast a large shadow, completely shrouding Rong Yuan in darkness.
Zhao Xiang got off the taxi, carrying a plastic bag and walking briskly into the school, with an irrepressible smile on his face. Suddenly, he heard someone on the side of the road calling him, "Teacher Zhao."
Zhao Xiang is not actually a teacher, but a staff member of the administrative department. However, many students usually call him "Teacher Zhao" to show respect and because they cannot distinguish the job responsibilities.
Zhao Xiang didn't expect to run into a student who knew him at this time. His heart skipped a beat and he turned to look for the source of the voice. He heard the other person continue, "My sense of smell is more sensitive than that of ordinary people. Sometimes I can smell blood when a girl walks by. It's quite embarrassing."
"Really?" Zhao Xiang felt strange. He forced himself to smile and said, "Sensitive senses are also a kind of talent, and they have great development prospects in many professions. Classmate, you are..." He saw the shadow in the darkness, but could not see the other person's face clearly. He just felt that the voice sounded familiar.
The other party ignored his question and continued to ask a question that made Zhao Xiang shiver all over.
"But Mr. Zhao, you are not a girl, why do you smell so strongly of blood?"
In the shadows, the pair of eyes staring at him seemed to be flashing with the light of a wild beast.
