No. 50 Unseen Face

  "Judging from the surveillance footage, it's true that there is a mastermind. However, because of the angle being quite tricky, we can't see clearly who the other person is."

  Dawei pinched his chin, his eyes deep and profound: "Stop."

  After pressing the stop button, the screen froze on the face of the young man who was delivering the package. Because the camera was high-end, the image was extremely clear, and even the blackheads on his nose were clearly visible.

  "Now let's analyze the expression on this man's face." Dawei, with a detective-like expression: "From his attire, it appears that he is still a student. His age should be around twenty years old, with an error of no more than two years, and he should be an in-school university student. He has a plain and ordinary appearance, although not ugly, but absolutely not a handsome guy."

  "Hmm... what are you analyzing this for? You're such a homo!" Wang Jian turned his head and looked at Dawei: "Homo, it's not right to do things like that."

  "I'm not gay!"

  Dawei thought he was giving Wang Jian a fierce stare, but to everyone else, it looked like he was batting his eyelashes at him, his big eyes fluttering coquettishly.

  "I continue to speak. Wang Jian, I ask you, if you were an ordinary-looking college student who didn't draw attention to yourself, and one day someone suddenly stopped you on the street, handed you a package, and asked you to take it to the school's mailroom not far away, would you do it?"

  "I'm not stupid." Wang Jian cut in: "Who knows if it's a bomb or a big turd."

  "That's right, it's everyone's commonality." Dawei's eyes remained deep: "But if it's a lovely girl who says to you in a sweet voice 'Brother... can you help me with something?', what would you do?"

  Wang Jian was taken aback: "How cute?"

  The mascot is so cute.

  "It's done!"

  Dawei clapped his hands: "The result is out, from this man's expression, he is indulging in his own fantasy. Just look at the lustful smile on his face and you'll know what this dead otaku is fantasizing about. In other words, the person who gave him the package must be a beautiful girl, and..."

  "No need to say more." Wang Jian sat up straight: "I probably guessed it, this is absolutely the same person who made a threatening call to me this afternoon. This guy is familiar with the school, familiar with Class 29, and also knows that someone will visit today, she deliberately wants to make things difficult for me. It must be Director Xu's daughter who did it!"

  "Bullshit! What are you talking about!" Director Xu, who was standing beside him, had his veins bulging with anger and was so agitated that he could hardly control himself: "Wang Jian, don't spout nonsense."

  "Isn't that right? You're trying to get me killed and then feel good about it, being seen by so many people, you can successfully fire me."

  "Wang Jian, you must have misunderstood Director Xu."

  The principal covered her mouth, speaking in a trembling voice. Although it was impossible to tell if she was laughing, judging from the rhythm of her breathing and the shaking of her shoulders, she must have already burst out laughing.

  "Director Xu is very conscientious and although he may be a bit old-fashioned, he would never do something like this."

  Wang Jian grunted and imitated Dawei by pinching his own chin: "Who could that be? Who would dare to screw me over like this?"

  "It must be your own fault for messing around outside and causing trouble to be brought back to school. What kind of person are you, still daring to be a teacher?"

  "Lao Xu, don't counterattack by borrowing momentum, you are now a major suspect."

  Watching Wang Jian and Director Xu quarrel again, Dawei hurried out to mediate, clearing his throat before saying: "Let's just wait a bit longer, the answer will be revealed tomorrow."

  "Why?"

  "That person must have known that the cockroach didn't fall on Wang Jian." Dawei smiled slyly: "There will be a second round tomorrow."

  "Could it be a student from your class?" The principal thought for a moment: "Those 29th grade monkeys are notorious, no one dares to be their head teacher either."

  "Whether or not, I definitely won't be the first to suspect my own students." Wang Jian leaned back in his chair: "If even I don't trust them, then who can?"

  But Dawei suddenly poured a basin of cold water on Wang Jian: "Don't be too confident, tomorrow will tell."

  "Dawei, your analytical skills are impressive." The principal looked at Dawei with some surprise: "I wouldn't have expected it."

  Big Ha Ha: "Digging a big joy, drum washing machine."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Mei, who had been listening quietly beside him, suddenly burst out laughing, from a smile to loud laughter, and pointed at Dawei: "Your pronunciation is too funny."

  Wang Jian was stunned: "What does he mean by this?"

  "I'm Kudo Shinichi..." Aimi replied in the midst of her busyness, but when she realized it was Wang Jian asking, her enthusiasm instantly dissipated and she sat back down with an icy demeanor once again.

  Wang Jian's current work has only waiting left, and it is now impossible to determine who it is, nor can anyone speculate who it might be. Apart from waiting for the murderer to surrender himself, Wang Jian was completely at a loss.

  "Right, I just checked and there are no cockroach farms within a 400-kilometer radius of our location. The nearest cockroach farm is 415 kilometers away in a straight line. I called to ask and was told that this period belongs to the off-season, and they haven't shipped any goods in nearly a month."

  "Hmm, we can only wait now." The principal stood up: "You all disperse, I still have to go with the visiting group for dinner. We'll see tomorrow."

  Dawei and Wang Jian simultaneously raised their hands: "No problem."

  On the way back, Wang Jian did nothing but comfort the poor Tian Ran Er, who was frightened today and still hadn't calmed down. While driving, she kept muttering about cockroaches, making Wang Jian feel like he was taking his life in his hands by sitting in her car. So Wang Jian continued to comfort her wounded heart with all sorts of sweet talk...

  But the effect... is just so-so.

  This state continued until Lin Yaxuan came over in the evening. When Lin Yaxuan opened the door, Wang Jian was sitting next to Tianran Er, leisurely smoking and drinking the near-expired yogurt from her house, while Tianran Er was curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees, staring blankly ahead with a pitiful expression and not saying a word.

  And the state between her and Wang Jian was really too easy to be misunderstood, as if Wang Jian had done something to her, which directly transformed Lin Yaxuan.

  "What have you done to her! You beast!"

  "Are you sick? You just came in and scolded people."

  They both came back to their senses and stopped fighting. He waved his hand: "Stop it, stop it, I just can't eat anything."

  After finishing, Tianran told Lin Yaxuan about what happened in the afternoon, but Lin Yaxuan, this heartless person, burst out laughing after hearing it, almost rolling on the sofa: "Is there such a creative thing? Next time I'll try using this trick to collect debts too."

  "Stop talking nonsense." Wang Jian threw away the yogurt box: "Your hairstyle today is still quite normal."

  Lin Yaxuan gave Wang Jian a cold glance: "None of your business."

  But to be honest, Lin Yaxuan, who had her hair re-dyed black and cut into a straight fringe, looked younger than yesterday, and also matched her age, losing the aura of a ruthless female drug lord, and gaining a youthful look of a girl in her early twenties.

  "Yaxuan, cockroaches are so disgusting......" Natural Er Bu's bitter complaint: "So disgusting, so disgusting......"

  "Got it, got it." Lin Yaxuan also had no way to deal with Tianran Er's naturalness, so she instantly understood how Wang Jian's helpless expression was formed earlier. When encountering her like this, the best way to handle it is to leave her alone for a while, and she'll be fine after a while.

  So Lin Yaxuan responded with two voices and then began to ask Wang Jian: "What about training?"

  Wang Jian nodded and beckoned to Lin Yaxuan with his finger: "Give me your arm."

  Lin Yaxuan furrowed her brow and hesitantly extended her hand to Wang Jian: "What's going on?"

  Wang Jian didn't answer her, he just twisted the joints of her hand. Suddenly a wave of pain surged up like a tide, Lin Yaxuan cried out in surprise, and fell onto the sofa with her face down.

  Ke Wang Jian didn't stop, went around to her back, pressed both hands on the two sides of her pelvis, and used his thumbs to press hard on the connection between her pelvis and spine.

  Just then, a crisp "crack" sound was heard, and Lin Yaxuan stiffened on the spot...

  Wang Jian shook his head: "Your physical fitness is too poor. There's no flexibility at all."

  Lin Yaxuan is now on the verge of tears, after being pressed by Wang Jian, that kind of pain and numbness spread throughout her body, but she couldn't cry out loud, and her tears were about to fall.

  "Ah Jian Ah Jian...... what are you doing? What's wrong with Ya Xuan?"

  "There's nothing, just testing her physical condition." Wang Jian sighed and shook his head: "No hope."

  "Is Ah Xuan going to die?"

  "You're thinking too much, as long as she doesn't get any serious illness or have an accident, she can live well into her 70s and 80s. It's just that she wants to practice martial arts, which is very difficult."

  At this time, Lin Yaxuan also more or less regained consciousness, covering her buttocks and sat on the sofa, looking at Wang Jian with a resentful face: "You dare to touch my butt?"

  "Is that what you call an ass?" Wang Jian said indifferently: "Spare me, even my female students in high school are more feminine than you."

  Lin Yaxuan was furious at that time, picked up the bag in her hand and threw it at Wang Jian: "Get out!"

  Wang Jian oh-ed and turned around, ready to open the door and run away: "Goodbye."

  Ke Lin Yaxuan suddenly shouted: "You come back to me!"

  Wang Jian smiled slightly when he closed the door and replied from the gap: "Sorry, get out of the service area."

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