Trafford’s Trading Club

Once again, Ren Ziling and Mahoud connect on the rooftop of the remedial class.

Exchange of information.

Mahoud did not choose to say the strange spot found by Forensic Lao Qin, but simply said that Shen Mei fainted after slowly knocking Gu Feng out.

“Didn't you say that the man was outside bagging a junior, and he still had a habit of beating up her son? I wish I hadn't stabbed him!” Ren Ziling didn't mean it: “I guess he didn't want to see this guy. ”

“I can only think about it in this regard.” Mahoud shrugged: “But when people report a case, we can only go through the procedure and send someone to look for it... It always feels like the police are wasting their time in this family matter. ”

Ren Ziling had to laugh: “What, do you still want big cases every day? Horse, yes! So you still have ambition! ”

“Go, go, go! That's enough for my headache. ”

Mahoud sighed: “I was in front of the leader with my scalp to file the case, and now after a few days, I have no idea... think about it. If you can't produce any more substantial evidence, you'll have to close the case. ”

“I didn't find out who that rumored ‘teacher' was. ”

Ren Ziling was helpless: “The rumor seems to have suddenly appeared. No one even knows where it originated. And no one knows exactly what this amazing teacher is. The information is so unfair to me, there are so many teachers in this remedial class that I can't lock anyone... Oops, it's too late, I have to catch the bus back. ”

“Where's your car? ”

Ren Ziling said casually: “I think something went wrong the other day. I sent it for repair. ”

“Then I'll take you back.” Mahoud thought about it: “It's been a while since I've seen Little Rochu, by the way. ”

“I think so. ”

……

So the unprepared boss Lo was nicely hugged by the horse SIR.

“Sit down, I'll make you some tea.” Rochu laughed and greeted.

Mahoud sat down at once and exclaimed: "Geez, it's more comfortable to meet someone you know, go through the house and talk to. ”

The living room of the Rocchu family uses warm lights, which makes people feel very comfortable, and Mahoud feels like he's relaxed for a moment.

“Has Uncle Ma been under a lot of pressure lately? ”

“What do you mean?” Mahoud sat up and asked curiously.

"Normal people wouldn't show your face if they weren't under pressure," said Rochu casually. ”

Mahoud smiled, “It's the same as always, just like your father! ”

“Mmm!” Ren Ziling nodded quite agreeably and sat on the edge of the couch with a pillow. “Old horse, that's all I got for you! This kid's eyes are full of thieves! You don't know, this guy just looks at me and he knows what I've eaten! ”

“Because all you eat is heavy food.” Lochu said softly.

Ren Ziling rolled his white eyes and tried to fight.

Mahoud laughed with joy.

Just laughing like that, three people, a lot of whispering, pretty good.

Mahoud called out, suddenly his heart moved, and looked at Rocchu: “Rocchu, ask you something. ”

“Listen. ”

Mahoud thought for a moment: “I recently came across a case where I wanted to hear the opinions of different people and be active in my thinking. Sometimes your boy's words work, maybe to remind me of something I'm ignoring. ”

Ren Ziling held a cup of hot cocoa deliberately poured out to her by Boss Lo. She sighed and listened. She knew what MacHood was referring to.

“… that's it.” MacHood appealed: "At the moment, we don't know exactly who this so-called ‘teacher' is or how to lock this person up. ”

Rochu thought for a while and suddenly asked, "So are the five students in the same class? ”

“Well, different classes. ”

"Is there a curriculum for these classes? ”

MacHood hastily picked up a curriculum from the briefcase - he had been surveyed for several days in this remedial class and naturally had this information in his possession.

“Do you have any information on the students who died?” Rochu asked again.

Mahoud hesitated for a while and nodded, but this time it was a flash drive.

Thus, while looking at some of the personal data of the deceased extracted from the notebook, Rocchu looked at the curriculum of the remedial classes at hand, without speaking or expressing himself.

But he started taking pens out again, checking them on the curriculum, and then building an Excel form on the notebook, filling things in constantly.

Mahoud and Ren Ziling looked at the fog all at once.

“What's your Rochu doing?” Ma SIR asked with his head down.

“The ghost knows... honestly, sometimes I don't know what he's thinking either.” Ren Ziling shook her head and whispered.

“Okay, you guys come here.” Rochu suddenly raised his head.

See, Mahoud and Ren Ziling rushed behind Rochu. Lochu moved the screen of the notebook at this point, pointing to the form that was made on it, "I listed all five of the students' courses separately. See the different colors of this plaid? ”

Ren Ziling nodded, pointing his finger at one of the lattices, which was the first victim's lesson, “Math teacher, English teacher... eh, language teacher here is different from the second, fourth victim? ”

And Mahoud looked at it and said, "Well... the teacher in this political class taught only the third victim... but what's the connection? ”

"Haven't you noticed? There is no teacher here, who has been in contact with these five students at the same time. The biggest one is just two students at the same time. ”

“Because students enroll in different classes!” Ren Ziling suddenly came over.

Lochu nodded. “That's good. Since the clue Uncle Ma received was that the deceased were all related to the rumored 'teacher', it can be assumed that the ‘teacher’ was the same person. Isn't the question obvious? ”

“Oh... you reminded me. ”

Mahoud nodded: “If we assume that this teacher has anything to do with these suicidal students, then this teacher needs to know them at least. However, based on my observations over the past few days, I found that these teachers were basically out of work after class… the deceased were in different classes, with different classes, and did not even meet. ”

"You can also assume that the mysterious teacher chose different classes in order to keep the panic to a minimum... at least this teacher needs to know all these students, right? ”

In the same class, students jumped two or three times in a row. Is it weird?

“Well... but if no teacher comes into contact with five classes at the same time...” Mahoud stunned, as if he had walked into a dead end all of a sudden: “Who is this teacher? ”

Mahoud shook his head again: "But we still can't be sure that even with such a teacher, the other party has something to do with these serial suicides. ”

“What's the rumor?” Rochu suddenly asked.

“The mysterious teacher is able to make people's grades jump...” Mahoud said, gleaming, hurrying to start looking at the files of these suicidal students, "Surely, their grades are up... after joining the remedial classes! ”

“The result or the teacher?” Ren Ziling is helpless: “But isn't it proven that no teacher can contact these five students at the same time? ”

“Dead end!” Mahoud sighed in his airway.

"Is there no one in this big remedial class who can get all the students' information? Even in schools, students call the employees who don't teach, usually teachers, don't they? ”

“Right, right, right!” MacHood nodded hastily: “Even if the teacher was just managing his own tutoring class, he could still see all the * * * * * * * people. For example, operators, information managers! ”

He looked at Ren Ziling subconsciously and said, “Sister-in-law, we may have gone in the wrong direction from the beginning! ”

“Well... maybe not these teachers in class.” Ren Ziling nodded: “But in this way, the range that can be locked is greatly reduced! Remedial classes reach all * * * * * * * people, just a few! ”

“Big help!” Mahoud laughed and slapped Rocchu on the back. "I have more people, but everyone has thought to summarize it in a form like this! That's my brother Lo's son! ”

Rocchu... Rocchu thinks that even if his father were still around, he wouldn't necessarily use this Excel form.

His dad's an old cop, experienced, but honestly, he's not good at these more modern things, is he?

Mahoud was in a hurry to pack up his files and stuff, and he said, “The idea is open! I have to move! That's it for today! I'll be back sometime! Lochu!! Good boy! That's very helpful! Too bad I didn't have a girl, otherwise she'd marry you! ”

“ …… ”

Boss Lo shook his head.

Ren Ziling sent Ma Hood out before walking back to the living room lightly. After looking down at Rochu, who was packing tea utensils, he threw up his tongue and walked more lightly towards his room.

“Stop. ”

Unexpectedly, Rochu's voice floated cold.

Ren Ziling sweated coldly: “Oops, just leave the stuff behind, I'll pack it later! ”

“I don't say this, and I don't expect you to do housework.” Rochu calmly said: “Uncle Ma just looked at you and said... us? ”

“Did you? You must have heard wrong... OK, I'm in on it too...”

After all, Ren's vice editor was no match for the thief's eyes. He defeated the formation and intended to confess from wide.

……

“... I'm in class, and then I'm just asking about something.” Ren Ziling did a pretty good job, and she swore that even when she was a good student, she didn't sit so straight.

“Go take a bath and go to bed early.” Lochu suddenly said.

Ren Ziling stunned: “Aren't you... angry? ”

Rochu said softly, "Will it help if I get angry? Not in the mood... do whatever you want, don't worry about me. It's not good for you to keep yourself down. ”

Failure to live a desired self… will make you have what you want.

Ren Ziling is stunned! I thought I'd be scolded. I didn't think I'd get support. She thought she'd heard wrong!

After standing still for a while, Vice Editor-in-Chief Ren looked like a spirit. Suddenly he walked behind Rochu and climbed his shoulders with both hands. He rubbed them together with great enthusiasm. "You are so understanding and so cute! Come on, Mom, give it to you! You must be tired of moving so many brains. Soft head? ”

“… you should continue your repression. ”

Ren Ziling bit his teeth and squeezed his fingers into a corner, drilling hard on Lochu's head.

……

……

In the evening, the office buildings around the area were already dark, and of course this floor was included.

The same is true of the floor where the classroom is located, where the lights are not on, but there is a faint light coming out —— that's the light on the computer screen.

Someone sat in front of the computer, squinting their eyes and smiling indifferently.