48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng and Baiqing met for a short time. After discussing the next action plan, they split up. Zhang Heng took the latter's homework to the school, and Baiqing went to the old planetarium alone to investigate.

By contacting them on their mobile phones, Zhang Heng will also instruct Baiqing to take some pictures of the scene and how to find someone to ask where to look.

If there is a choice, Zhang Heng would prefer that the roles of the two be changed.

But unfortunately, those things were obviously more vigilant towards him, especially Zhang Heng Hatching in the giant cicada under Warehouse 3, who must be staring at him very hard in this mouth.

In fact, when Zhang Heng stepped into the school, he could clearly feel that his eyes were still on him. Zhang Heng was not the one who couldn't get rid of the stalking, but once he did, he would definitely become more alert to each other.

Before the final battle, it was obvious that the number of those things wasn't just the hundred people in the factory. Zhang Heng didn't know exactly how many people they had throughout the city, but it wasn't a good thing to give them time to gather them together. Instead, take advantage of the caution of those things and find a way to deal with that thing under Warehouse 3 at the last minute.

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Bai Qing's movements were still quick, and she changed her clothes and went downstairs separately from Zhang Heng.

Nor did she take a taxi, take the bus directly, mix up with the morning work crowd, and change cars twice before turning to the planetarium, which has now been transformed into a juvenile palace with advertisements for interest classes outside the door.

Dance, violin, ping-pong, whatever, but Bai Qing didn't see anything astronomical in it.

So she showed the old janitor the photo of Ringos on the phone, "Sir, I need to ask you something, have you seen the child, there should be two more boys with her, and the three of them often work together. ”

The old doorman picked up his phone, put on his old glasses and looked at him, and he said, “Oh, she, I have the impression that she and the other two kids come here basically every week, sometimes three or four times a week. It's very polite. Every time I see her, she says," Hi, Grandpa. Speaking of which, I haven't seen them again in the last week. Are you their friend? ”

“Well, sort of a distant relative.” Baiqing blurred, then asked, "Do you know what they do in the juvenile palace? ”

The old guard shook his head, "I don't know that.” After a pause, he added, "the senior director knows that they come directly to the senior director every time. ”

After clarifying the location of the senior director's office, Bai Qing thanked the old guard. He texted Zhang Heng on his cell phone and walked upstairs.

As a result, he walked too fast, hit a man with a suitcase on the third floor, the phone flew directly out of his hand, Bai Qing shouted, and the man across the street reacted quickly, hurriedly dropped the suitcase in his hand, trying to grab the phone on the ground, but eventually it was a step late, eventually the phone flew off the edge of the stairs and fell all the way to the first floor.

When Bai Qing picked up the phone again, she found that the screen had broken clean. She held on to the lucky mind and clicked on the power key. However, the touch screen typing function had been disabled.

“Yo, it's okay.” That's when the man came down, too.

The old janitor said hello to him, and Bai Qing realized that he was the teacher of the Juvenile Palace, the Bishop's national painting and brushstroke.

“I'm sorry, I can't see you in the box. Is your screen broken? Is there anything around here to fix your phone?” The last thing the male teacher asked was the old janitor.

“There's a house 200 meters east, but it's pretty dark.” The old gatekeeper, “a parent went there to fix the phone, obviously two minutes to fix the thing, the hard thing is to charge 50 yuan. ”

The male teacher revealed a discomfort, “What should I do, you're Apple's phone, I'll drive you to Apple's official after-sales repair. ”

Paqing shook his head, “No, it's my responsibility too, I didn't see the rush I was running. ”

She just got a clue about Lin Si Si, proving that the previous thought was fine, and the previous last message to Zhang Heng was also sent out. Although the phone is now unusable, since she has arrived at the juvenile palace, she thought about it and decided to go to the senior director first, ask about Lin Si Si before repairing the phone.

Although Baiqing has made it clear that he does not want to hold male teachers accountable, he may feel that the latter are too intent on giving Baiqing 300 yuan.

Paqing was anxious to find the senior director, but the other party eventually accepted the money, and then quickly walked to the office of the senior director on the fourth floor.

Baiqing knocked on the door and there was a middle-aged woman's voice inside, "Please come in. ”

Paqing heard the propaganda and pushed the door. The senior director also happened to raise her head at this time. She looked a little serious, but the tone was quite polite. "What is it? Interest class enrolled on the second floor. ”

“I'm not here to sign up," Bai Qingdao said. “There's actually something I'd like to ask you. ”

The senior director raised his eyebrows and did not immediately rush, but pointed to the position at the desk, "Sit down. ”

“Thank you.” Bai Qing relieved, sitting in front of him, thought about the next words in his mind, then said, "You know Lin Si them. ”

The senior director heard that he stopped the action in his hand, put down his pen, did not answer the question, but instead asked, "Who are you? ”

“I am her… a relative.” Pai Qing's scalp repeats the lies he told the old guard.

When the senior director heard the question, he unwrapped the cup in front of him and drank tea. “Before I moved to management, I had been educating for more than 20 years, and children of all ages had dealt with each other a lot, so I could tell when they lied. ”

Pai Qing's cheeks became red.

“She was among the three children who drowned before.” The senior director didn't grasp the matter, but sighed. “I had a bad feeling when I saw the news. Although there was no clear picture of my face, no name on it, my age, school and address were correct, and none of the three children showed up after that. Who are you, her teacher? No, you look much younger. ”

“I'm still in high school.” Paqing whispered that she was now facing the senior director, just like the school teacher, after being stabbed by each other's words, she could not tell a single story in her head.