I checked a lot of articles about the heart overnight, printed out the reliable ones, compiled them into a booklet, clipped them with clips, and made a "Heart Patient Care Manual", which I put it in with my breakfast the next day. Ran Qingzhuang's cabinet.

Another day, when I opened the cabinet again, the breakfast and the manual were gone. There was a note in the cabinet, and three words were written with a strong black pen - thank you.

I took out the note in a daze, pinched it between my fingers, rubbed the three words with my thumb, and smirked unconsciously on my lips.

Fortunately, he hates me, but he doesn't hate "the snail girl" who brings him breakfast.

A few days later, when the month expired, Zhaofeng kept his promise and gave me a list of the murderers. There are five people in total, all of them are second-year students of the Southern Vocational College.

"This month, I quietly touched the source of the video transmission, just these five idiots, you can't go wrong. Usually a few of them are particularly annoying, and everyone avoids them in our place. Good stuff." Zhaofeng commented, "Authentic bastard."

He asked me what I was going to do next, but the teacher said I didn't have any definite plans either.

Psychological warfare will not work for these beasts. After this month, I have come to understand that these people cannot be treated as ordinary people. I was thinking about how to disclose these names to have the best "disciplinary" effect, and Zhaofeng gave me some inspiration on the side.

"Isn't your school known as a school for elite children? With so many elite children, one or two parents can't speak to the society? What well-known reporters, famous anchors, and excellent writers don't have one?"

Yes, there really is.

Lin Sheng's uncle, the editor-in-chief of Bocheng Metropolis Daily, also graduated from Honggao. He came back last year as an outstanding alumnus to give us a speech.

Eat more in conjunction with Chapter 22

Chapter 57 like him so much. really want him.

"Why should I help you?"

In a secluded corner of the playground, Lin Sheng leaned on the horizontal bar and looked at the basketball court in the distance. Although I guessed that he might not help me easily, I was a little surprised by how much he was asked so bluntly.

A burst of embarrassment came to my heart, and my face was hot. He was right, he really had no reason to help me. But it was a dead stray dog ​​with no owner, and the murderer was a group of gangsters who were not eighteen. I don’t know how many times this kind of thing will happen in a year. For news reports, the content is too poor and there is no breaking point.

After I figured it out, I didn't plan to continue begging him: "I'm sorry, it's hard for me to be strong, just pretend I didn't mention it..."

"It's not impossible to help you." Lin Sheng suddenly changed his tune.

I paused and looked at him in surprise.

He retracted his gaze from a distance, looked at me, and said, "But I have a request."

In this world, asking others to do things for you can never be done in vain. Zhaofeng is like this, Lin Sheng is also like this, I am not too surprised, or it is human nature.

"As long as I can do it, you can say it."

Lin Sheng smiled, came over and hooked my shoulder, and said, "You can help you, but we made an appointment, you can't appear in this matter."

I was a little embarrassed by his pretended intimacy, and I was about to break free from his shackles when I heard what he said.

I couldn't help but startled: "Can't...appear me?"

"Yes, you can't be there." Lin Sheng squeezed my shoulders and said kindly, "Your credit must go to me. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too much of a loss if I worked so hard to make a wedding dress for you?"

That's what it meant.

What kind of credit can this kind of thing have, does he still rely on this three-good student?

I didn't investigate this matter to get anything out of it, but I wanted to give Little Black some justice, to give Ran QingZhuang some comfort, and to use non-violent means to end this matter. It doesn't matter to me whether I can have a name or not.

"Okay, it's a deal." I agreed without hesitation.

Seeing my promise, Lin Sheng further expanded his conditions: "You can't tell anyone about this, including Ran Qingzhuang."

Hearing Ran Qingzhuang's name, my eyes twitched like a conditioned reflex.

"I asked someone from Nanzhi to help me investigate this matter, and he also knew about it."

Lin Sheng raised his eyebrows and seemed to find it troublesome: "Then don't let anyone else know about it except him. If you can do it, I will help you, if you can't, please ask another Gao Ming."

All I can find is him, where is there a second option? As long as there is a second choice, even if it is inferior, I will not come to him.

"I see. I won't let anyone else know, including Ran Qingzhuang."

Lin Sheng patted me on the shoulder with satisfaction, left a sentence "Leave it to me" and ran to the basketball court.

Seeing from a distance, he seemed to be high-fiving someone head-on, and changed someone on the field to come down. There were people from their class on the basketball court, and it was not clear whether there was Ran Qingzhuang, but there was an unusually tall figure who jumped very high, looking like it.

I stood there and watched for a long time, until the class bell rang, and then I walked slowly to the classroom.

That night, I wrote a 3,000-word long e-mail, stating all the ins and outs in the future, and attached the complete, unedited video of the appearance that Zhaofeng finally found, and sent it to Lin Sheng's mailbox.

Lin Sheng didn't reply to me, but a few days later, "Bocheng Metropolis Daily" published a detailed report on the dog abuse by several people from the Nanyang Polytechnic. It also added the testimony of many anonymous students abcd, proving that the few people led by Gao Wei were bullying men and women on weekdays. The teachers are too lazy to care about them, and the parents just let them run their own way. They hang around all day, extorting, bullying, fighting, and they are like a small black group.

[The same is true of many perverted killers. At first, they just abused animals. When they found that no one was in charge, they gradually began to become arrogant. The more arrogant they are, the less they will be cared for. In such a vicious circle, their behavior will escalate again and again, gradually developing towards crime. 】