Jiutan has little power in Wenjing, so the investigation of the special school has to be left to Luo Jiutian.
Bobo did his duty conscientiously and notified them of the boys' updates every one or two hours, forcing Jasmine to express to her very tactfully that there was no need to go to the boys' homes so frequently. After all, boys also need independent space.
of.
Da Lang is not a scumbag: Do you think I still have to be responsible for buying food?
Momomo: Are you hungry?
Da Lang is not a scumbag: she is Zhang Boyin, and he is hungry.
Da Lang is not a scumbag: I forgot to tell you, his name is Zhang Boyin.
Momomo:... Just buy it and I'll reimburse you.
Da Lang is not a scumbag: Great, Jasmine is competing in the competition. If you have any news, be sure to notify me.
Jasmine put down her phone and sighed tiredly.
"No news yet?" She turned her head to Luo Jiutian, who was drinking tea.
Luo Jiutian put down his tea cup, "Jasmine, I only notified them to check for me two hours ago. You have already asked three times. How could it be so fast..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Jiutian's mobile phone placed on the coffee table vibrated and lit up.
In an instant, a circle of people gathered around him.
"Hey, Uncle Wang," Luo Jiutian answered the phone and turned on the loudspeaker again, "Is there any result?"
"Jiutian, we've finished the investigation." A steady and steady voice sounded over there.
Everyone's eyes lit up and they straightened up.
"Are there any results? Is there any record of a child named Zhao Wansheng in the special school?"
"Jiutian, are you sure that's the name? Long live Wan, the birth of life."
"Yeah," Luo Jiutian looked as uneasy as everyone else, "What's wrong? Didn't you find it?"
There was a pause, followed by the rustling sound of pages being turned.
"We not only investigated the five existing special schools in Wenjing, but also found information on two special schools that closed down in the past five years, but we did not see the name Zhao Wansheng."
The Taoist priest raised his chin again and began to think.
"No... no?" Luo Jiutian scratched his head, "Is there any record of a deaf-mute child who committed suicide five years ago?"
"No, not at all." Uncle Wang over there rubbed the edge of the page, "We have investigated the information of all the children with the three characters Zhao Wansheng in their names five or six years ago, and none of them can match it. And that
There is no information about all the children who gave up their studies or dropped out of school or had accidents in a year..."
Although there was no result, Xiaolan still admired it.
Can you do so much in two hours?
"We have now begun to investigate the relevant records of ordinary primary schools," Uncle Wang closed the drawer, "but the scope will be much larger. I won't be able to give you the exact results for a while, probably tomorrow morning..."
Luo Jiutian was a little frustrated and nodded meaninglessly.
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang, please excuse me."
"You're welcome, hang up... Well, wait a moment, Jiutian, wait a moment, wait a moment, um... um, your father asked me to ask you, have you eaten well?"
"Is my dad here?"
"He's here...well, he's not answering the phone."
"I'm eating," Luo Jiutian fiddled with the small ornaments on the table, "Why doesn't he answer my call?"
"He...he asked Jasmine, has Jiutian gotten into trouble? Has it bothered you?...Hahaha, this Lao Luo..."
Jasmine quickly moved closer to the phone, "He didn't cause any trouble. Uncle Luo, Uncle Wang, Jiutian is very useful."
Why does it sound like a wrench? It works.
The two sides exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone. Jasmine felt a little happier, while Luo Jiutian felt even more depressed.
"My dad is hiding something from me, and now he doesn't even dare to talk to me on the phone," Luo Jiutian tilted his chin depressedly, "Does he not want me anymore?"
Xiaolan was stunned and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Luo Jiutian squinted his eyes.
"I thought only people my age would have such thoughts."
"Indeed, adults generally don't have the fear of being abandoned by their parents," Jasmine looked at Luo Jiutian with a smile, "unless they were abandoned when they were young, leaving a shadow."
"I have never been abandoned," Luo Jiutian muttered, "It's just that when I was a child, my father often threw me into various trial boxes. The trial boxes were a training place for Ba Liang Shui to master different abilities. Generally, I was
I went in with a group of senior brothers, and then the senior brothers carried me out."
"Sounds pretty awesome," Qin Yin chewed something in his mouth, "Then what have you learned?"
"I didn't learn anything, but I ran away very quickly."
Qin Yin's hand holding the cake paused in front of her mouth, "Well... that can be considered rewarding."
The fool poured out the cold tea in the Taoist priest's cup, poured another cup and handed it to the Taoist priest who had almost turned into a statue.
"Taoist priest, aren't you asleep?"
"I'm not asleep," the Taoist priest started to move, but only with his mouth, "I was thinking about what Zhao Baihuan said."
Jasmine hurriedly felt under the coffee table and took out the recorder, "Which sentence? I recorded it all."
The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and smiled, then his face became solemn again, "What I think is that Zhao Baihuan never said that they are from Wenjing."
This time, everyone in the room froze.
"But this... the scope is too big." Luo Jiutian's eyes were dull.
"We have to confirm with them," Jasmine responded decisively, "The question is how to confirm."
After all, their plan was hidden from Zhao Baihuan, so of course they couldn't ask him directly.
Are you trying to find a way to talk nonsense again?
When everyone was in distress, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jasmine looked at her watch first, "It's so late, who could it be?"
"Let's go open the door together." The fool stood up.
Jasmine walked to the cat's eye, took a look, and said, "Is it Zhao Baihuan?"
"Zhao Baihuan?" Luo Jiutian looked at his phone, but there was no message, "Why is he here? Can't he talk to the group if he has something to do?"
"But this way we can ask him where he is from." Qin Yin poked at the door.
"That's right, ask him face to face."
"squeak--"
The person at the door was really shocked when he saw the group of people in the room.
"Why are you here?" Jasmine welcomed him in, "What happened?"
The man glanced at the furnishings in the room, then glanced at a few of them, cleared his throat, and said uncomfortably, "No, you admitted it wrong, I am not my brother, I am Zhao Qianle."
Everyone looked at each other.
"Zhao Qianle?" Jasmine's brain was experiencing buffering, "You...why are you here? What happened?"
The nature of human beings is to repeat themselves.
"Did my brother tell you about my family's past?" Zhao Qianle refused Jasmine who invited him in.
"What's wrong?" The Taoist priest asked first without answering.
"You should be able to guess what I mean," Zhao Qianle lowered his head, "I'm sorry to have troubled you for so long, but from now on, can you please stop mentioning this matter?"