met free Chapter 83 Looking for clues
Chapter 83 Looking for clues
The handwriting was messy and illegible, revealing an almost frenzied emotion.
One can imagine that the vandal vented his anger here and then hurriedly left, leaving behind only this mess as his evil "masterpiece".
An indescribable sense of oppression and tension filled the air, as if time itself had stood still.
Jiang Songchu took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, but the anger was as uncontrollable as a wildfire.
"My God, who the hell did this?!"
Yang Ziyi's scream, like a thunderclap, shattered the noise of the classroom.
The students gathered around, looking at the shards and ink stains scattered on the ground, their hearts filled with confusion and anger.
The classroom erupted into chaos and commotion, with everyone expressing anger, confusion, or shock, creating a heavy atmosphere.
"We can't let this go! We must find out who did it!" Liu Chaoyang stood up and said indignantly.
His voice echoed in the classroom, like a bugle call, awakening everyone's sense of justice and responsibility.
The students started offering suggestions and ideas, and some rushed to report the situation to their homeroom teacher, Ms. Liang.
Some crouched down to carefully examine the fragments and ink stains at the scene, trying to find clues;
Others ran to the duty room to request to view the surveillance footage, to see if the cameras had recorded that despicable bastard.
The classroom seemed to have become a battlefield without gunfire, where everyone was striving to find the truth.
The morning self-study session of Class 3, Grade 1 was completely disrupted by this sudden event, and the entire campus was shrouded in an unusual atmosphere.
The school leadership took this matter very seriously and quickly deployed a series of actions.
The security personnel were on high alert, and they and their superiors assured them that they would find out the truth behind this heinous incident and restore peace and harmony to the campus.
Teacher Liang arrived at the classroom promptly to calm the students down and told them to study on their own while waiting for further instructions.
She then led Jiang Songchu, Qin Weiwei, and Liu Chaoyang to the monitoring room to retrieve the video footage from the previous night.
With the school's full assistance, the surveillance footage from the classroom was quickly retrieved.
The group held their breath, staring intently at every detail on the screen, not missing a single thing, hoping to find clues about the saboteurs.
The surveillance video began to play back slowly, and time seemed to stretch out at that moment.
After evening self-study ended last night, students left the classroom one after another, and the scene gradually became empty and quiet.
However, shortly after the lights were turned off, a sneaky figure quietly slipped into the classroom.
His movements were light and cautious, as if he were afraid of being discovered.
Everyone stared intently at the screen as the boy walked straight to Jiang Songchu's desk...
The other party was fully equipped, wearing a hat and mask, making it impossible to recognize who they were.
No one could see his eyes, but they still felt that there was an indescribable malice flickering in them.
He first cautiously looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, he quickly reached for the books and notes that Jiang Songchu had painstakingly written on his desk.
The moment he tore off the first book, his movements became even more rude and ruthless, as if Jiang Songchu were right in front of him.
He tore the books apart fiercely, wanting to pour all his dissatisfaction and jealousy onto the fragile pages.
Paper flew through his hands, and Jiang Songchu's countless days and nights of hard work and dedication vanished in an instant.
However, this still seems far from satisfying his twisted sense of fulfillment.
He turned and walked to the back of the classroom, where his classmates' study notes were neatly arranged, which became his next target.
He casually picked up a few notebooks and, without the slightest hesitation, began to wreak havoc.
His movements were extremely slow, as if he were enjoying the pleasure that destruction brought.
Then, he went even further, picking up a pen from the back table and starting to frantically write insulting words on those innocent notebooks.
As he wrote, his strokes became heavier and more frantic. He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, becoming hysterical as if he wanted to pour all his hatred and resentment onto the innocent paper.
Finally, he simply picked up the ink and wildly and uncontrollably splashed it all around.
Black ink splattered in the air, staining the white walls and floor black.
Looking at the mess and graffiti on the floor, he seemed to feel a sense of satisfaction, clapped his hands as if celebrating his "masterpiece," and then swaggered out of the classroom.
"it's him!"
Liu Chaoyang pointed at the boy in the surveillance video, his voice trembling with anger, his eyes burning with fury.
Everyone frowned, their hearts filled with doubt and anger.
Although it was confirmed that he was a boy, no one could see his face clearly because the surveillance footage was blurry and he was wearing a hat and mask.
The security department's surveillance footage was reviewed repeatedly, and everyone followed the boy closely, trying to find his whereabouts.
However, when the boy reached a corner, his figure flashed and disappeared into the blind spot of the surveillance camera.
The trail went cold, leaving only a mess and a sense of bewilderment and anger.
After a whole day of effort and searching, things remained as elusive as a forest shrouded in mist.
The students in the class were filled with anxiety, fearing that the crazed executioner was right next to them.
However, as dusk fell, a ray of sunlight finally appeared, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.
It was time for the students on duty to clean up, because of what happened in the classroom that morning. They had only done a quick clean-up so that the students could have class.
Therefore, this afternoon, Teacher Liang specially arranged for two groups of students to clean the classroom, hoping to restore its cleanliness and tranquility as soon as possible.
As luck would have it, Cheng Yuan and Yao Yijiang were on duty today.
"Who the hell was it?! Heavens! This ink is so hard to erase!!!"
Cheng Yuan's hands were covered in black ink. He was wiping the ink off the floor while ranting and raving.
His face was full of anger, and he gripped the ground with extreme force, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on the ink-stained ground.
Yao Yijiang wiped the sweat from his brow as he carried buckets of clear water into the classroom and buckets filled with black water away. His movements were slightly tired, and his steps were somewhat heavy.
Liu Chaoyang also volunteered to clean up; he couldn't accept that this terrible incident would just be left unresolved.
Jiang Songchu and her roommates Qin Weiwei, Yang Ziyi, and Ning An also joined the cleaning team. Of course, some other students also spontaneously worked hard to restore the classroom to its cleanliness.
Just as they were about to finish, Yao Yijiang was too exhausted to carry any more water, so he leaned against a table in the back row to rest for a while.
When he stood up again, his eyes glanced around and his gaze was drawn to a small, inconspicuous ink stain on the table.