School gate - "Today I brought good news to that woman's case. The bureau judged that it was her former love rival who did it, so we are free. As for the murder method you mentioned, it was naturally not accepted. Also, yesterday's case was concluded.

"Tang Shun said

"Is it over?" Luo Han said almost absently.

"Of course, Li Huajiang was the murderer in the last case. He had the strength to kill, and he had no alibi. The stone ball basically matched the wound... The blood stains on the bloody clothes were mainly on the shoulders, which belonged to Zhang Ping... and on the chest

There are some parts in the deep layers that haven’t been washed away, they are Lu Yue’s..."

"Are the two cases merged?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"In the Lu Yue incident, didn't it say that the murderer was a woman?" Luo Han spoke twice as slowly as usual.

"But women definitely don't have the strength to do the last case. And he has so much strength, so he doesn't need to..."

"Did he stab him 16 times gently?"

"Killing people leisurely? This... it's impossible, but it's a bloody suit... The murderer is a man and a woman? Does he have an accomplice?"

"He is not a murderer at all..."

"Unless there is absolute evidence, it will not be easy to save him. You don't know how unfavorable the situation is. That gardener is so stupid. He made a judgment for himself, but couldn't come up with anything reasonable. He kept emphasizing that it was the one who died.

Master Cai, it was him that the girl saw in the garden, and the bloody clothes were also his. He thought that Master Cai should not have died so early, so he was unwilling to die. He came back to kill the students for revenge.

If you don't say anything to people, they will immediately lose their trust, and people will think you are talking nonsense to get away with it."

"Also, he clearly confessed to that picture. When I went back and showed him the evidence to confirm his confession, he actually said that he had never seen this picture before. Think about it, how long did it take for him to admit it?

Are you listening? Moreover, he also said that only he and Master Cai own this picture. In other words, if it is not Master Cai's, it is his. The most basic idea is that whose clothes belong to the person whose clothes are in the picture, whoever has the clothes belongs to him.

Could the person who was killed be killed by a demon? He is the only one left! He is simply digging his own grave."

"There must be something very beneficial to him..." Although Luo Han's voice was very soft, his tone was very sure.

"There are indeed some doubts about this. The coughing sound and the damn 'gorilla' were enough to make Zhang Chen faint for a while... The most advantageous thing is that if you can't find the motive, you don't know why you killed someone, so you just say they killed someone.

It’s really ridiculous. This case is really...I don’t want to curse in front of you...It’s so special. In the past, we used to scope out the murderer based on the motive. This time, we actually found the murderer first and then guessed the motive...The motive has never been so important!"

"A motive?" Luo Han made an expression that seemed to be a smile, "I just lack a motive..."

Shun was shocked:

"That...other..."

Luo Han originally turned around to leave, but when he heard this, he turned half sideways and showed the same expression as before:

"Others? No problem..."

Luohan had already sat down, and then he realized that he was in a large empty classroom. He looked at the corridor outside the door and the scenery outside the window, and finally knew where he was.

Classroom for the introduction to famous works of Western literature...how did you get here? What do you want to do? Relax? Zhang Ping said: "...come with me to listen to the Western literature class and relax..."

Now he's here again, sitting in the same seat as last time... That was last Thursday, the day Lu Yue died... What day is today? Thursday?... No, yesterday was Tuesday, so today should be Wednesday...

I'm so confused, no wonder, I usually judge the day by what class I took, but today I just sat in class and can't even remember which teachers I saw... Since today is not Thursday, there are no Western names

Listen to it...

Luohan looked around and felt very tired. He didn't want to stand up and leave, so he continued to sit.

After a while, many people walked in, most of them glanced at him in the first row in confusion, and then found a seat to sit down. Luo Han also looked up from time to time - these people should be sophomores and juniors.

In just a few minutes, 70% of the people in the classroom were occupied. Interestingly, there seemed to be only one person in the first three rows sitting from back to front, Luo Han.

A figure flashed past the door. In a blink of an eye, he stood under the blackboard and took a closer look. It was Teacher Wang.

She was wearing a black-and-white striped dress with half-rolled sleeves and gray trousers. She had a circle of white hair from the center of her head to the outside. She was fastening the battery box of the loudspeaker to her waist with quick movements.

As soon as the microphone was clipped to the collar, the voice immediately sounded:

"Okay, class has started!"

This also explains the reason for the strange phenomenon. Teacher Wang's voice is so loud that there is no need for a loudspeaker. Everyone does not want to sit forward to avoid being shocked to death.

Teacher Wang himself also found that the loudspeaker seemed redundant, and the sound was louder and quieter, sometimes with human voices and sometimes with electronic sounds. He complained that "it has never been easy to use", so he took it off and threw it aside, and began to simply practice his voice.

"You must listen carefully today. As students of the School of Computer Science, you must learn what I am going to say is very important. It is especially commonly used in programming..."

In terms of volume, this behavior can be called "information bombing." Her voice creates a sense of pressure on the eardrums, attracting people's attention, and you have to listen to her shoulders slightly shrinking, while maintaining this posture.

Sometimes the hands are made into a chicken claw shape, and all the strength of the whole body is transferred to the fingertips; sometimes the hands are opened to the maximum extent, waving back and forth, left and right, and the vertical stripes on the face are also dancing. If the podium is not far away from the first row,

It's relatively far away. With her impassioned attitude, she would definitely put her feet on the table to show her heroism.

"...It's 'object-oriented thinking'!!"

"Things like this are all accessible. Once you understand them, everything will become easier in the future. You must pay attention!"

"The so-called 'object-oriented' means focusing on what you see. The essence of this idea is to study the specific material in front of you. For example, if you see a table, the table is the object of study."

"Of course, people may not understand and think things are important. Isn't the connection between things important? In fact, this connection is very weak. Let me give you an example..."

Teacher Wang looked around and saw Luohan who was closest to her:

"Come on! This classmate, stand up!"

Luohan was startled and consciously followed the instructions

"Come! Look at this classmate. He is wearing light-colored pants and a black short-sleeved top. The connection between him and the clothes is: he is wearing it and he changes his clothes tomorrow. This connection no longer exists. Do you see?

How unstable! By focusing only on connection, we won’t get anything trustworthy!”

"Using the 'object-oriented' thinking, what we should see is two objects: him, and the clothes, and then start to study their properties. He may no longer wear this clothes one day, but he can't stop wearing clothes?"

There was a burst of laughter from behind

"So having to wear clothes is one of his attributes. It is absolutely stable. What kind of connection it has depends entirely on what kind of nature it has..."

Teacher Wang clapped his hand down and motioned for him to sit down.

Luohan didn't respond

She took a sip of water, and her coughing sound had a tearing texture as she cleared her throat:

"You can sit down!"

Luo Han thoughtfully returned to the empty dormitory all the way, climbed up to his own upper bunk and stared at the ceiling for a while. The monotonous sight made him reluctant to keep his eyes open.

…

He stood on the green grass in the school and looked at the familiar and warm scene in the distance:

Lin Xue sat in a very ladylike posture, Wen Yu stood behind her, with his head lowered, holding a lock of her hair in his hand. Xu Ning stood at a certain distance and tilted his body, looking around with the camera lens.

He stared blankly, and suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder, and turned around...

"Zhang Ping!? You're not..."

He didn't say any more

"I just left for a while, am I back? This time I brought a gift for you..."

In an instant, Zhang Ping had a bouquet of flowers lying on his arm, and his other hand was holding a red balloon.

"Which one do you want? Choose one of the two."

Luohan raised his hand and went directly to get the balloon

Zhang Ping's eyes widened, he slapped his hand open and said sternly:

"You have let me down too much!"

Luohan looked up at the sky, and the red mass flew higher and higher

Xu Ning suddenly rushed over:

"Are you still wasting your time here? Do you know how dangerous the situation is? It's time to take the exam!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was completely dark. A piece of pale examination paper flew down from the air. The ground around him was quickly filled with papers with edges as sharp as razor blades. A cut opened on Luo Han's face...

Luo Han opened his eyes suddenly and subconsciously touched his cheek. There was no wound... it was a dream!

The room is dark. What time is it now? The light from the construction site shines through the window. By taking a look, it’s 11:30.

The lights had been turned off, but everyone was probably not asleep yet. Luo Han didn't think he could continue sleeping, so he followed his usual habit and stretched his hand to the lower bunk, wanting to knock on the bed board. Halfway through, he remembered that Zhang Ping was no longer there.

, then shrink back

He said: "...I don't want no one to sleep on my top bunk..."

Luo Han laughed self-deprecatingly and climbed out of bed. Xu Ning and Wen Yu next to him seemed to be fast asleep.

Luo Han walked aimlessly. When he reached the garden, his eyes had already adapted to the darkness, so he could immediately spot a figure in light-colored clothes.

Although he knew the identity of that person, he still asked:

"Who is where?"

Not surprisingly, Lin Xue turned around to face him

He took two steps closer:
To be continued...