what's in the depths

"We all know that the cytoplasmic matrix, also known as the cytosol, fills in between other tangible structures..."

After Chu Rong talked for a while, he felt his mouth dry. He picked up the thermos cup in front of him and took a sip of water. As soon as he rolled his eyes, he saw the girls below were looking at him motionlessly, with unexplained smiles on their faces. .

Tong Si was sitting in the last row, with the history books spread out in front of him. He was falling asleep, his head sank, and he could lie down and sleep on the spot with only a pillow.

Chu Rong picked up the eraser from the slot on the blackboard, weighed it, and was hesitating whether to throw it over to wake up the disappointing student, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

He shook his head helplessly, and put the eraser back into the slot on the blackboard.

"get out of class is over." A voice full of air.

It was supposed to be the cheers of the students after they escaped from the bitter sea of ​​study, but unexpectedly, the girls at the bottom refused to follow, and bluffed:

"Teacher, let's finish this section. The next section is physical education. It doesn't matter if you come late, it's okay!"

Chu Rong still had a warm smile on his face:

"In that case, Tong Si, come to my office after class."

Tong Si supported his head, looked at Chu Rong with sour eyes, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Hawthorne’s physical education class is hailed by the students as a devil’s training camp. Before class, he ran 400 meters around the playground. After class, the boys did 50 push-ups and the girls did [-] sit-ups. The class also forced the students to practice standing long jump and [-]-meter sprint, saying that they should start preparing for the college entrance examination now.

The students complained a lot, saying that they would rather sit in the classroom and listen to the teacher chanting scriptures than take any devil's gym class.

The usual 400 meters, the usual sit-ups and push-ups, and the usual one, Fu Yuxing, a student with mild mental retardation, came to ask for leave.

The principal once explained that this child is special, and his health is not very good. The family is still rich and powerful, and the complicated physical training can be saved as much as possible. Otherwise, if something happens to him, the school will be overwhelmed.

When Hawthorne asked him the reason for asking for leave, the child said frankly:

"I...my butt hurts..."

Hawthorne waved his hand: "Go and rest first."

Fu Yuxing nodded obediently, then limped to the side stone bench and sat down, maintaining a weird posture with his body leaning forward slightly.

Hawthorne glanced at him, and found that the child was concentrating on watching the students in the physical education class in the next class.

Among the students in that class, there was one who was particularly conspicuous. Even if he was thrown in the crowd, he still stood out from the crowd and stood out suddenly.

He remembered this student, Fu Yuzhi, who was recognized as an excellent student, dropped out of school for a year and came to this private middle school to study for his younger brother.

So how long can he take this silly brother with him?What about his own life?Don't think about it?

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Tong Si was sitting in the biology department's office with a cup of hot water in his arms, and Chu Rong was sitting on the sidelines correcting the students' exercise books from last night.

One fork, two forks, three forks, and in the end he didn't even look at it, and just made a big fork that filled the entire paper.

Flicking the pen and throwing the exercise book, Chu Rong leaned on the back of the back as if discouraged, rubbing the space between his brows in pain.

"It's not like you to be so impatient." Tong Si held the cup and glanced at him.

Chu Rong laughed angrily: "The senior of the University of Medical Sciences told me before that, except for those patients with congenital heart disease, 60.00% of the heart disease patients sent to their operating room are teachers, and most of them teach science. I used to think that It was a joke, but I really believed in correcting their homework and tests these days."

Tong Si stared at his swollen eyeballs: "It's not easy for teachers and students. With the educational mechanism here, it's doomed for no one to be thankful."

Chu Rong pushed the pile of homework aside, went to the door and looked, and closed the door after making sure that no other people were staying.

"You texted me this morning to say you have something to say, what's the matter?"

Tong Si looked up dejectedly, pointing to his dark circles: "I didn't dare to sleep last night."

"What, haunted?"

Tong Si bit the straw and looked at Chu Rong in confusion.

"Why do you look at me like that, I have someone I like, please restrain yourself."

"Let me ask you, do you have any other feelings for your brother or your own younger brother? The kind beyond family affection." Tong Si ignored his words and asked without beginning or end.

This time, Chu Rong was silent.

This was the first time he was choked on a single word in the first 20 years since he was born.

Seeing Chu Rong's eyes turn from doubt to shock and then to disgust, Tong Si hurriedly interrupted his perverted thoughts, and hastily cleared himself up:

"It's not me, it's not me! It's a classmate in our class!"

"I understand, 'I have a friend' and 'I have a classmate' series. Classmates and friends are the most perfect scapegoats."

"It's really not me! Fu Yuzhi, Fu Yuzhi knows it, that elementary school bully! And his brother, Fu Yuxing, that little fool, you know it."

Chu Rong gave him a strange look.

Tong Si stared at him for a long time, seeing that Chu Rong was still full of confusion, he was so angry that he jumped up:

"Last night! I saw them both with my own eyes..."

As he spoke, Tong Si gestured "OK" with his left hand, and his right index finger kept interspersing in the "O" circle.

Chu Rong rested his chin on one hand, frowned, very puzzled: "But they are brothers."

"It's because of my brother that I didn't dare to sleep all night!" Tong Si patted his chest with lingering fear.

"Then... do their parents know?"

"I definitely don't know. If Fu Yuzhi's parents know that his excellent son likes an imbecile, a man, or his own brother, do you think his parents will accept it?!"

Tong Si was really speechless, he found that Chu Rong was relatively slow in this matter.

"Aside from that, have you heard anything else?"

Tong Si's eyes widened in disbelief: "You don't feel shocked."

"It will be shocking, so what did you find out?" Chu Rong asked with a smile.

"Why am I still laughing when I'm shocked?"

"Otherwise, do you want to cry and say it? Even if you tell the story of these two brothers, it has nothing to do with me."

Tong Si's total sum is true when you think about it. Chu Rong has been working as a forensic doctor for almost six years, so it's not surprising. He has seen a lot. After all, the world is full of wonders, and I blame myself for being too excited.

"Others, nothing else."

"We still have [-] days left. After [-] days, the school final exam will be held for winter vacation. Then it will be difficult to check again. Time is running out. Be careful and pay attention."

After all, Chu Rong packed up the courseware, stood up, and just walked to the door, he did not forget to turn around and remind:

"By the way, the error rate in your homework last night was too high, and you almost didn't get it right. You have to hurry up and don't draw too much attention from your classmates. This will only hinder your investigation, try to keep a low profile , let yourself have no sense of existence, don't be noticed by anyone."

When Tong Si heard it, he felt that he had eight heads in one head:

"Is that what I thought? I gave up my time with my sister and came to school to play house with you. Just go to school and let me be a student. Don't you know that I got a score of more than [-] in mathematics from the beginning of elementary school? Chu forensic doctor ? Chu Rong! Listen to me..."

And Chu Rong is not interested in listening to his scum history at all. Similarly, his time is running out, so hurry up——

And Zhu Yuhan is still investigating the shoe prints and fingerprints collected at the scene of the crime, as well as the middle-aged man and little girl who sent the courier.

After testing, the deceased Su Heng's self-mutilation knife had only his fingerprints on it, and the collection of shoe prints also confirmed that no one else had entered the warehouse.

But what was strange was that he was in the same condition as the deceased Yuan Ming. The surface of his eyeballs was covered with bloodshot eyes, and around the eye sockets was the accumulation of melanin caused by staying up late, and there was fluid in his lungs.

Zhu Yuhan sorted out all the clues, saved them all in a USB flash drive, and then projected them on the big screen with a projector, looking at them one by one.

The clues are organized as follows:

1. The two comic strips received by the police station have the "HOLYKING" logo on the back.

2. According to the specific time of death of the deceased, the sender sent the painting to the police station before the deceased committed suicide.

3. The two deceased both suffered from listlessness and poor sleep.

4. The two deceased belonged to the same dormitory, but in different classes, and they had no enmity with anyone before their death.

5. They all chose to commit suicide in the blind spot of monitoring, which proves that they were premeditated, planned, and carefully judged the environment, rather than ad hoc intentions.

There are not many clues, and the teachers and students of the school were investigated, and they all said that there was no abnormality before the two died.

But now, the key to the case is the sender and the "HOLYKING" on the back of the painting.

At this time, of course, netizens are unwilling to be lonely, and they are arguing on the Internet, talking about everything, the theory of unspoken school rules, the theory of breaking up, and most of them are more supportive of the "ghost theory".

Many netizens have pointed out that the predecessor of Chongwen Middle School was an execution ground in the Qing Dynasty, and there were many unjust cases in those years, which caused ghosts to wander here and refuse to leave.

Recently, Chongwen demolished the nearby Soul Suppressing Tower in order to expand the school, resulting in a large outflow of resentful spirits and wild ghosts. In the long run, students have been in a state of depression, weak will, and are easily possessed by evil spirits. Death warning world.

Zhu Yuhan didn't believe a word, as long as he had the two comic strips with "HOLYKING" written on it, he would dare to conclude that the deaths of these two students must be man-made.

Xiao Liu looked at the information on the screen, rested his chin in thought for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"Team Zhu, tell me, is this HOLYKING related to the king game popular among students?"