Reasoning Notes

Chapter 4 Reasoning Notes 1:12 Tsundere Detective (4)
All the students in the classroom looked at the woman standing at the door shouting.She is in her thirties and wears heavy makeup, but it can't hide the stern look on her face.This is our art teacher.We call her old aunt behind my back, because she is still unmarried and doesn't even have a boyfriend.Without the nourishment of love, the old aunt often took out her anger on us.

I saw that Xiong Yi's face turned pale, and I must be thinking about how tragic the consequences of not handing in his homework would be.

Fortunately, the art teacher just ordered the study committee to put away the homework after the first get out of class.When the teacher was far away, the study committee turned around and called the students to hand in their homework.

Seeing the classmates handing in their homework one after another, Xiong Yi became more anxious.

"Brat, did you do it?" He grabbed the short boy in front of him and analyzed with his unique way of thinking, "It must be you who did it. You were on duty this morning. Needless to say, you must hate me that time I scolded you a few words!"

"No! No!" The poor boy complained innocently with his face ashen.

"Still trying to quibble? I knew it was you! Admit it quickly! Otherwise, just wait for a punch from me!"

If Xiong Yi implements torture to extract a confession, the boy is very likely to be beaten into a trick soon.

I walked towards Xiong Yi's seat.Xiong Yi sat in the back row of the classroom, his ruined drawing paper was still on the table.I bent down to carefully examine the clues on the drawing paper.There are obviously a few short red lines on the painting, scattered all over the place, as if a red oil pen was accidentally drawn on it, as if...someone has put another piece of paper on top of this painting, and it was supposed to be drawn on that paper What, it turned out to be overdrawn.

Are things really as I reasoned?Do you have such paper?

I squatted down and looked through Xiong Yi's drawer, but couldn't find it.And the ground is also very clean, even if there is any evidence, the students on duty this morning swept them clean.

The evidence should still be on paper.

I decided to turn my attention back to the drawing paper.As I pondered, I just put my right hand on the edge of the desk, and immediately withdrew my hand due to pain.It turned out that there was an iron nail protruding from the side of this desk.

I touched my sore palm, and suddenly thought that if the prisoner was as unfamiliar with Xiong Yi's desk as I was, he might have been injured.Of course, the premise is that he looks at the painting in the same posture as me.I immediately thought of someone and looked towards the front of the classroom.

I was puzzled just now, the man had a strange expression at that time... Under my gaze, Tian Yuan looked at Xiong Yi with a trace of uneasiness and guilt, and his right hand was also injured.

But what is Tahara's motivation for doing this?As far as I know, he and Xiong Yi have no enmity.Although Xiong Yi usually has a straight temper, he shouldn't be resented by others.

The beauty's snoring brought me back to my thoughts.The train stopped for a while and started again.I glanced at the beautiful woman across from me.She still maintained the sleeping position of ten minutes ago, but miraculously, she did not slip into the aisle.

I unfolded that piece of paper on the notepad and continued to think about that time.

Later, Tian Yuan finally admitted that he did touch Xiong Yi's drawing paper the night before.His hand was injured at that time.However, he vehemently denied that he ruined the painting.

He said he went to the classroom that night to retrieve a book he had missed.The classroom was dark at the time, and when he walked to the door of the classroom, he suddenly found a strange figure behind the classroom.He dared to yell, and at the same time pressed the switch by the door.After the lights were turned on, the figure disappeared.

This frightened Tian Yuan quite a bit.Isn't it the hell?He shivered involuntarily, and looked around the classroom tremblingly.The door at the back of the classroom was open, which meant that someone had just slipped out.

Who on earth is it?
Suspicious, Tian Yuan walked to the place where the figure was standing just now - Xiong Yi's desk, and found a piece of paper on the ground.Strange red lines were drawn on the paper, which were zigzag, and several crosses and circles were drawn in the middle of the red line.This piece of paper was obviously left by the man who escaped just now.According to the paint on the oil pen on the paper, which is the same as the paint left on Xiong Yi's painting, I deduce that the man originally wanted to draw something on the paper, but he accidentally stained Xiong Yi's painting.

But what exactly is drawn on this piece of paper?

Is it a map?Or symbol?

What is the conspiracy of that person?

I've never been able to figure this out.What I want to tell everyone is that Xiong Yi finally handed in the art homework that time, because the guy didn't care about the three sevens and 21, and he just wrote his name on Tian Yuan's painting and handed it in.So, only Tian Yuan didn't hand in his homework, as for his fate... Sigh!

The train passed another station.I'm used to sleeping and snoring in the beauty faux pas.

I took out the federal cough syrup I carried with me, took off my mask, and drank the little bit left. My throat, which had been coughing all the time, seemed to be better.I tucked the empty bottle into my trouser pocket, intending to continue my detective novels.

At that moment, the piece of paper caught in the notepad accidentally fell to the ground.I bent down, and when my fingers were about to pick up the paper, my other hand picked it up first.

"Ah, Mikaka, it really is you. I almost didn't recognize you wearing a mask!"

Standing in front of me was my classmate Qiao Qi.She may have gotten on the train at the last stop, and I remember her home was nearby.

"Sit down, sit down!" I greeted enthusiastically.Qiao Qi returned the paper to me and sat down hesitantly.I knew what she was worried about, so I whispered into her ear and said, "Don't worry, I don't have influenza A, it's just a cough."

Qiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief and asked me, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the hospital to see a doctor. I almost coughed up my lungs these days. What about you?"

Hearing my question, she blushed a little, like a budding rose: "I'm going on a date..."

"Oh, is it with Qiu Ziming?"

"Yeah." She replied shyly.

"I haven't seen him for a long time." I remember that Qiu Ziming asked for leave a month ago, because his sister was seriously ill, and he asked for leave to take care of her. "By the way, what disease is Qiu Ziming's sister suffering from?"

"...cancer." Qiao Qi said with a sad face.

My heart also sank, and I couldn't help but sigh that human life is so fragile.

"So, Qiu Ziming took time to go on a date with you?"

"Hmm. It's rare that he's free today..." In the middle of speaking, Qiao Qi suddenly paused, a little out of breath.Seeing her blushing, I immediately realized that she might have another asthma attack.On several occasions, Qiao Qi suffered from asthma in class so badly that an ambulance was called.

"Hey, are you okay? Have you brought your asthma spray?" I asked quickly, feeling a little helpless.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Qi took a few breaths, and her chest slowly calmed down again, it was just a false alarm.She smiled apologetically: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"No, it's fine." I said, but secretly wiped my cold sweat.

"Where did you get off?"

"Xiaobei Station."

"What a coincidence, me too. Qiu Ziming said he was waiting for me there." As she said that, Qiao Qi looked at her watch, "Oops, I'm late. We made an appointment at ten o'clock, and it's ten past five!"

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon." I guessed that the train's arrival time was only three to five minutes away. "Besides, being late is a girl's privilege."

Hearing what I said, Qiao Qi also laughed.She noticed the piece of paper in my hand, and asked, "What is this? It's made by ghosts?"

I shook my head: "I don't know either."

The mystery of this paper still gathers like a fog in my brain.Although I also know that this piece of paper may have nothing to do with any case, but my paranoid character still clings to it.Sometimes I think, I really have to change this bad temper.However, I immediately thought, don't those big detectives all have extremely paranoid personalities, that's why they solve complicated cases from small details?
At this time, Qiao Qi suddenly pushed my arm, and she noticed the snoring beauty opposite.

"Hey, Mikaka, who do you think that girl looks like?"

"You think so too!"

"I'm not sure, though. She's wearing make-up..."

That's right.The girl on the opposite side was very beautifully dressed, with eyeshadow, false eyelashes, and colorful nails painted on her fingers. Her pink face was similar to the pretty young girls I met on the street.It's a pity that our school has very strict requirements on the appearance of students. Boys are not allowed to have hair that grows past the ears, and girls are even less allowed to wear heavy makeup.But outside of school, these school rules have no effect at all.Therefore, it is not surprising that we cannot recognize the girl opposite.Looking at her sloppy sleeping appearance, Qiao Qi and I couldn't help but smile wryly at each other.

God, we don't have such classmates, do we?

The train slowly entered Xiaobei Station.Qiao Qi dialed the phone, and it seemed that she was calling Qiu Ziming.When the train entered the platform, she suddenly waved her hand out the window. I followed her line of sight and saw a boy standing on the platform and also waving his hand.That was Qiu Ziming.He is dressed very casually today, with a light blue school shirt and beige khaki pants. His figure is much thinner than before, and his face is a little pale.I think this may be the reason why he is overworked taking care of his sister.

Speaking of Qiu Ziming, our head teacher always sighs repeatedly.This boy has excellent grades and often ranks among the best, but his family environment is not very good, he is a single-parent family.Since his younger sister got sick, the family's situation has become even more difficult. In order to ensure that his mother can continue to work and earn money, he asked for leave to take care of his younger sister.I remember that a few days ago, the class organized a fundraising event specially for him.

The train finally stopped.We stood up, intending to squeeze out of the car with the flow of people.

(End of this chapter)