Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Chapter 942 The Lost Muse with a Red Heart on the Target 114

"How could this be?" Han Feng took a breath and took two steps back.

"You make your choice. Do you want to go to school and I will work with other teachers to find the book, or do you want to stay here and look for it aimlessly by yourself?"

choose?

There is simply no choice.

Han Feng nodded resignedly, quietly returned to the dormitory, picked up his schoolbag, and left through the gate.

"Is it okay?" Standing in front of the window and watching everything, Teacher Chen turned around and said to Teacher Zhang who was worried, "Han Feng looks very bad. Can he go to school alone? Will he be in danger?"

Teacher Zhang was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she stood up and said, "I'll be back soon."

She walked out of the door quickly and followed Han Feng quietly.

I didn't feel relieved until I saw him walk into the campus safely.

Then she rushed back to school and joined other teachers to look for the book.

After working for most of the day, when the teachers stood by the creek behind the orphanage, looking at the torn pages of books scattered on the ground, they didn't know what to say.

Teacher Zhang sat on the ground weakly, not knowing how to explain to Han Feng who was expecting him after school.

"Forget it." Teacher Chen walked up to her. "Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to find the culprit. As for these books, there is no way to restore them. When Han Feng comes back, you can explain the truth to him."

The teachers standing on the river bank gradually dispersed.

Teacher Zhang looked at the gurgling water and felt extremely complicated.

Last night, when she still didn't know the truth, Han Feng's loss had already exceeded her expectations. If, at this moment, he saw everything in front of him, the consequences would be disastrous.

How could it become like this?

Who on earth did such an outrageous thing?

When the bell rang, Han Feng, who was always unhurried, grabbed his schoolbag and was the first to rush out of the classroom.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Zhang was standing at the gate of the orphanage waiting for him.

He took a deep breath and walked forward step by step.

However, what he saw clearly was Teacher Zhang's sad face.

His heart was in his throat, and every step he took towards the target became extremely difficult.

It seemed that as long as he didn't go in front of Teacher Zhang, the bad news would never reach his ears.

"Xiao Feng." Teacher Zhang spoke first, "I'm sorry, Xiao Feng, teacher...can't find your book."

"You just didn't find it?"

Teacher Zhang looked at him in surprise.

"You look a little sadder than you did yesterday."

"...Xiao Feng."

"Teacher Zhang." Han Feng interrupted her, "I want to know the truth."

Under the guidance of Teacher Zhang, Han Feng came to the small river behind the orphanage.

Looking at the book pages scattered everywhere, Han Feng walked towards the river in a daze.

"Xiao Feng!"

Teacher Zhang rushed over and saw Han Feng stepping into the river, bending down to pick up a piece of white paper lying on a stone, which was soaked by the passing water.

Above is the blessing and signature that Wang Xingyi wrote to him.

"Do I have to write a blessing? I don't know what to say."

"You can write anything, I just want to keep it as a souvenir."

"Then sign it."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that the blessing you wrote will come true one day."

"...Well, there's nothing I can do about you. Then I wish you..."

"You feel healthy and enjoy eating! Grow up soon and be as tall as me!"

A tear fell on the paper, burning the blessing.

Han Feng said in a hoarse voice: "Teacher Zhang, have you mailed the letter you wrote to them the day before yesterday?"

"not yet."

"Please return the letter I wrote to you."

"why?"

He obviously wrote it most seriously.

Han Feng looked at the shredded paper on the floor and murmured, "Because I didn't protect his feelings, I don't have the right to continue to contact him."

On Monday, as soon as Wang Xingyi entered the classroom, he heard the class monitor say that all of them would receive a reply from the orphanage today.

So, there is news about Han Feng? !

He raised his mouth in delight. Suddenly, the student in front of him picked up the half-finished homework and turned around, "Dude, have you finished it?"

Wang Xingyi came back to his senses, "What?"

"What do you think?!" He poked at the homework book vigorously, "Of course it's the homework assigned by Teacher Liang! Pages 22 to 24, you didn't do it either?"

"Ah." Wang Xingyi nodded blankly. He took the schoolbag, took out the homework book and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Great!"

The student sitting in front of him was too lazy to even turn around. He just spread out his book and copied directly on his desk.

"I have copied half of it, and your half is the only thing left."

Wang Xingyi was speechless: "You need two more people to copy my homework?"

"But it's so obvious to pluck the hair off a sheep! If Teacher Liang sees this, he will definitely call my dad over. My dad has a bad temper and will definitely beat me with a feather duster when he gets home! I won't take that risk."

"Then do it yourself. It's the safest way."

"Hey!" The guy sitting in front of him glanced at him, "I usually ask you to copy homework but you're never so talkative. What's wrong with you today? You came up here with a silly smile on your face."

Smelling his silly smile, his deskmate and the student sitting in front of him all turned around to look at him.

Wang Xingyi immediately stopped smiling and said, "Even copying homework can't stop you from talking! If you keep talking, give me back my homework!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Wrong, wrong." Fearing that he would take action, the student sitting in front of me quickly picked up two homework books and turned around.

Wang Xingyi gave him an unhappy look, then he lowered his head and secretly took out his cell phone.

Looking at the photos in the album with the US Open champion, he wondered whether he should print out the photos, write them on postcards, and send them to Han Feng as a reply.

……

No.

He would have to read carefully what he had written to himself.

If the content is even a little bit perfunctory and makes him dissatisfied, he wouldn't have put so much effort into sending the photos to him!

So as not to be too sentimental.

There is no place to throw it even if people want to!

He was so worried about the whole day's classes that he couldn't sit still.

Finally, during the last self-study class in the evening, Teacher Liang asked the class monitor to go to her office before class.

Ten minutes later, the monitor walked in holding a little bee in his left hand and a golden cake paper bag in his right hand.

Seeing her taking out stack of colorful envelopes from inside, Wang Xingyi stretched his neck, his eyes full of anticipation.

He was so eagerly waiting that he almost didn't recognize himself.

Isn't it just a reply letter?

How could he be so curious about the contents when he usually is too lazy to read famous books?

He had never seen Han Feng write, so he didn't know whether it looked good or not.

Judging from his handsome appearance, his writing should be better than what I write.

Ah!

If it doesn't look good, he will definitely write back to criticize him!

When the bell rang, Teacher Liang stood on the podium on time, divided a thick pile of letters into four piles, and casually distributed them to the students in the first row to distribute them.

Looking at the classmates moving in the aisle, Wang Xingyi's head seemed to be equipped with a human-shaped tracker like a surveillance camera.

Soon, everyone around received a reply. The classroom was filled with the sounds of envelopes being torn open and stacks of paper being unfolded.

Even after the four students in charge of distributing the letters returned to their original positions, Wang Xingyi's hands were still empty.

He looked down at the empty table and muttered in disbelief: "What's going on?"