How did Xiao Ming die?

Chapter 9

silent.

I sat down, and Wang Baojun came to my feet and squatted down.

The deskmate didn't speak anymore, he was waiting for me to speak first.

The headdress in my hand was a knotted square scarf. I untied it, folded it in half, and tied it around Wang Baojun's neck.The dark blue triangular scarf matches well with Wang Baojun's gray fur, it looks great!

"It's getting dark," I said, "you go back."

I stood up at the same table, and Wang Baojun followed, "Isn't this flower... for your girlfriend?"

I shrugged and waved to him, "Don't take a taxi, your house is only one street away, you should exercise more."

"Okay, okay." He answered absently.

I watched him and Wang Baojun leave the community, turned around, picked up the physics book on the stone table, and went home.

"Mom?" I saw my mother's shoes at the door.

"Xiang Ya~" my mother responded to me in the room.

While changing my shoes, I complained, "What the hell, I'm not a daughter. Mom, didn't you always call me Mingming when I was young? Why did you suddenly change your mind during this time?"

My mother was flipping through things in the bedroom, ignoring me.

"Yaya, mom is going on a business trip for a few days, so you should be good at home."

"Where?"

"Well...Guizhou."

"Why do you say "right". Is it another trip that you can just leave?"

My mother ran to the bathroom to crackle and pack things again, ignoring me.

"How many days are you going?"

"A week."

My mother dragged a small suitcase and dragged the sunglasses to her nose, "Is the money enough?"

"Enough," I said.

She walked up to me and kissed my forehead, "Don't take girls home, do you hear me?"

"Okay okay."

"Remember if mom heard?"

"Okay okay."

As soon as the door opened and closed, my mother left.

Speeding up.

I bet fifty cents that it took no more than 10 minutes for my mother to decide to go on a trip to when she just stepped through the door.

Want to ask me why?

Because there are still peanuts in my oven, creamy strawberries and half-mixed dough are on the table.

The oven pointer hits 170°C, and the hour hand is about to point to zero. It takes 10 minutes to roast peanuts at this temperature.

I turned on the oven and the peanuts were steaming.

So my mother must be making cakes and suddenly wants to travel.Then he left this mess and ran away by himself.

What's next for this cake?What a waste of food.

Thinking of this, I washed my hands and started kneading the dough, mixed some fresh milk according to my mood, and then threw it into the oven.

Originally, I continued to make it just to be able to eat, so the appearance of the baked ones was quite ordinary, but the taste was still good.

Squeeze a pile of cream indiscriminately, and put the whole strawberry in it.

I'm in a bad mood and I want something sweet.

Holding the cake I baked, I went back to the bedroom.

There was the physics book on the desk, and I turned it over and stared at the back.

Five years of college entrance examination and three years of simulation The outer skin of this book is that kind of hard and slippery glossy surface.This kind of paper can be marked with a key nail.

My name was randomly signed with a ballpoint pen.The tattoo of the name is also printed on it.

However, the word Shi only has imprints and no blue ink.As for the word Ming, only the last few strokes have blue ink on it.

This gave me a feeling - Li Ming wrote my name on the back of the book, but he didn't have any intentions!

He probably just wanted to test whether the ballpoint pen would work in the water.

I swallowed the small piece of cake in my right hand in one gulp, and hooked the book cover with my oilless little finger.

Opening the book, I saw my name written densely on the last blank page.

The names are written in large and small, very messy.

I start at the top left and work my way to the end.

Then I discovered a thing.

The handwriting of the name gradually changed, and finally became exactly like mine.

Li Ming is imitating my handwriting!He's practicing my signature!

What makes me even more chilling is that I usually have a habit, that is, if I find some blank pages without printing in the books I have used up, I like to scribble on them or practice my signature.

In the reference books I have used, the blank space on the last page that will not be printed has been signed densely by me.

I have a vague feeling that this Li Ming has even learned my habits!

He may be copying another me, even learning his personality!

Turning the book to the front, I began to carefully go through each page.

Sure enough, as I expected, the questions answered by Li Ming imitated me in both handwriting and problem-solving habits.

When I solve problems, I am used to draw the step signs such as [-], [-], and [-] into a circle with Arabic numerals inside; in addition, if I encounter a place that I want to omit, I will draw a simple bear head behind.

This bear is my own creation, a circle, with two ears, and a cross on the face.

He even learned this!

I ate the cake blankly, feeling my blood go to my stomach, leaving this empty brain.

Standing up, I'm going to take a shower.

Halfway through the rush, the phone rang.

"Damn it." I cursed in a low voice, "Why is it time to take a bath again..."

I walked to the bedroom with bare buttocks and trembling.

It's an unknown number.

"Hey..." I pressed the fire.

"Ming Tsai? It's me, me."

On the other side of the phone is Leng Xiaotai.

"How do you have my number?"

"I asked Xiao Yao for it."

"what's up?"

"I just want to tell you that I called the school stick just now, and he said that it was the developer of Zijin Commercial Building in S County who helped Li Ming with the transfer."

"Oh……"

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm taking a shower." I said angrily, "The last time I was taking a shower, Lao Xiao called me. I froze to death."

"Then why don't you take your phone to the bathroom next time..." he said, "Wait!"

"What's wrong!"

"Where are you answering the phone now!"

"The bedroom..."

"Did you draw the curtains?"

"Me!" Before I could say this cursive word, I saw an old man on the opposite building looking through the window.

I didn't draw the curtains!The lights are still on!

I quickly squatted down and hid behind the wall, and then I heard Leng Xiaotai's moving laughter on the phone.

The beauty even smiles so nicely, but it's a bit annoying right now.

"Stop laughing." I said helplessly, "How do you know?"

"I guessed it." He laughed out of breath, "I heard you said you were taking a shower, so I can imagine that you are naked hahaha and the lights are on!"

Well, I haven't drawn the curtain yet.

At his laugh, I cut off the phone.

I crouched and moved, and slowly drew the curtains shut.

Stand up and go back to the bathroom.

Now I can finally be sure of one thing, and that is the main premise of all my assumptions - Li Ming is very suspicious!

How did he die?Who killed him?Why did he transfer to our school?What does he have to do with me?

Turning down the temperature of the water, standing in the stream, I made a bold hypothesis.

The deceased, pseudonym Li Ming, occupation, intelligence officer, was transferred to class 2 of the third year of our school in mid-February.

On February 2th, the 27th day of the college entrance examination, at around 45:[-] in the morning, he fell from the building to the open-air corridor on the third floor, suffered a left brain hemorrhage, and died on the spot.

Died in the Cold War.

After his death, his "family" destroyed all the files he fabricated.

So why did he transfer to our school?My guess is that he was trying to get close to me.As for why you approach me?I also want to know.

Is the murder in County S related to Li Ming?

In fact, I think that the misfortune of the deceased may have nothing to do with Li Ming's behind-the-scenes.

First of all, Li Ming's behind-the-scenes may be very complicated, so if they wanted to silence them, they would definitely not do it so blatantly.

At most, it would be more in line with the shady boss's style to pretend to be suicide, disappearance or accident!

Although the reasoning is so, right now, he can only try his luck on this case.

I plan to go to S County!

When I was drying my hair, I sent a button to my deskmate.

"A date?"

He didn't call me back.

I turned on the computer and sent him a long paragraph of my previous reasoning.

"Although I don't think this case in County S has anything to do with Li Ming, I don't have any other clues right now. I want to go to County S tomorrow. Will you go with me?"

After watching a TV series, my deskmate still didn't call me back.

I guess he was [-]% tired and stupid, and he probably fell asleep on the bed when he got home.

What physical strength!The big guy pants when he goes out for a walk, and he stops after two steps when he goes shopping, and he has to take a taxi just 500 meters away from his house. This is simply sick!

I fondly remembered the vicissitudes of youth at my deskmate, and settled into bed peacefully.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost eight o'clock.

Swipe open the phone, my deskmate replied me.

I replied after four o'clock, so I guessed right, he went to bed at eight o'clock last night when he got home.

He said, "Okay."

God, he actually agreed to go out with me.

go out!

It is said that the scope of his activities in these years has been drawn as a circle with the diameter of his home and school!

This little wreck actually wants to go to the countryside with me!

I was so grateful that I sent a voice message, "Supersweet!! My good tablemate, my good tablemate, you are really nice, I'll bring you breakfast later, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmhm) to you in a while!"

"Soymilk with sugar." He replied.

I rang the doorbell of his house with soy milk, fried dough sticks and tofu nao.

When he opened the door, Wang Baojun also came to welcome me!

Well... greet the food in my hand.

My tablemate threw a deep-fried dough stick to Baojun, "How are you going to investigate? We are just students, so the police won't tell us anything."

I soaked the fried dough sticks in soy milk, "Hey, you have to know that there is another profession whose intelligence is not inferior to that of the police."

"You mean the reporter?" he said.

"Smart!"

As I said that, I took out two city TV station reporter badges from my pocket and threw them on the table, "Find a suitable photo without a hat and put it in this card holder, so no one will look carefully."

"How did you get it!"

"In my mother's closet."

"Your mother is a reporter?"

"No. My mother is a writer of suspense novels. She armed herself like a spy in order to collect materials. Our family has a lot of these fake ID cards."

"Oh." My deskmate nodded and continued to drink soy milk.