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The doors of the public studios are never locked, because it may take more than ten hours or more to complete a work of art. Many students will keep painting until they finish painting. But as the security guard said, the work is not easy, there is no With deep hatred, no one would come to the studio to tear up and destroy paintings.

"I can't see clearly," the security uncle took off his presbyopic glasses, "he is also wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, obviously he came prepared."

Qu Yi watched the screen back and forth more than 20 times, but he still couldn't recognize the person's appearance.

But speaking of suspects, he has.

It also matches the height and shape of the person in the picture.

He took a screenshot of the screen and sent it to his mobile phone, picked up the newspaper wrapped by his uncle and stuffed it back into his pocket: "Thank you uncle."

"Why are you going? Don't you want to check?" the uncle asked.

"I went to the Information Management Office to check the surveillance cameras outside the building. If I had a suspect, I checked the surveillance cameras under their dormitory building and compared the time." Qu Yi said.

Uncle security twitched his thick black eyebrows: "You kid is very clever."

Qu Yi said thank you again and again, and went straight out of the teaching building.

The aunts in the information management office were drinking tea and watching Taobao leisurely. After Qu Yi knocked on the door, they sat down immediately. Their originally impatient tone became a little softer after meeting Qu Yi's face and complexion. : "Student, what's the matter?"

"Teacher, I want to adjust the monitoring, but someone tore up my painting." He took out the debris from his pocket again.

Several people were a little embarrassed: "The monitoring is not good, just adjust it casually..."

Qu Yi touched the phone and came out: "Wait a moment." He called Lao Zhang and briefly described what happened.

Old Zhang: "Do you want to solve it privately or through me?"

"I'll solve it myself."

Old Zhang: "That's fine, I'll tell the teachers."

Lao Zhang has always been a social butterfly in school, no matter where the teacher is, he can chat a few words, after Qu called the teacher in the information office, Lao Zhang even made the female teacher laugh.

After hanging up the phone, the female teacher said, "Where do you want to check the monitoring?"

Qu glanced at the time, it was almost [-]:[-]: "If the teachers are at ease, I will look for it here at noon, and I should be able to finish it at two or three in the afternoon."

"Then you stay here, let's get off work first, you can check it if you want, but you must not copy it away, we also have surveillance in our office, you know."

Qu nodded, sat down in his seat, and began to look through the surveillance cameras near the teaching building.

It hurts to stare at the screen all the time. Fortunately, it happened in the morning, and there were not many people in the school. There were many blank screens that he didn't need to distinguish carefully.

He checked the surveillance cameras downstairs in the dormitory several times, but found no sign of Zhang Suxing, and the person downstairs in the teaching building was still wearing a mask and sunglasses, so he couldn't identify him.

Apart from relying on intuition and body shape to judge Zhang Suxing, there is currently no evidence.

The fragment of the canvas was pinched in the palm of his hand, and several slightly hard edges and corners pressed against the joints.

It happened to be the one he gave Jin Yuan.

He leaned against the back of the chair, the anger in his chest couldn't go away, and the exhaustion from working overtime for days to catch up with the paintings also surfaced, which was really uncomfortable.

The phone rang in his pocket, Wen Huancheng's.

"I'm going back to the dormitory, where are you?"

Qu Yi frowned: "I'm in the school's information management office. The painting I put in the public studio was torn up, and now I'm watching the surveillance."

Wen Huancheng said he would come right away, so he could only suppress his irritability and continue to watch the surveillance, trying to find clues.

Before long, Hong Jianguo called again.

"Damn, who is the son of a bitch who tore up your painting!" Hong Jianguo's voice sounded like electricity, "I have nothing to do to go to the forum, just to see you get hung up on it again!"

Qu Yi sighed: "I'm still checking at school."

"Wait, brother is here to help you." Hong Jianguo said, "If you don't kill him, I voluntarily withdraw from my father's fan status."

Qu Yi turned off the phone, turned it on again, and found Jin Yuan's WeChat: [Maybe I won't be there until evening, there are still some things to do at school. 】

Ten minutes later, Jin Yuan replied to the message. He must have just woken up and sent him a voice message: I will pick you up.

With just one simple sentence, Qu Yi's originally depressed mood was immediately relieved. He glanced at the surveillance screen: 【I'll call you when I'm done. 】

When Wen Huancheng arrived, Qu Yi was already calm enough. He played two screens at triple speed at the same time. Wen Huancheng didn't talk nonsense, and pulled up a chair: "You look to the left and I look to the right."

The two of them sat for a while, and Hong Jianguo came in again in a hurry: "Let me see which kind of curry people don't want it."

"Sit down first." Wen Huancheng said.

Qu Yi focused his eyes on one place, suddenly pressed the pause button, and then rewound the screen to switch to slow playback.

"What did you see?" Wen Huancheng quickly moved over.

"Let me be healthy, let me be healthy!" Hong Jianguo put his arms around the two of them.

In the monitoring screen under the roof exit of the teaching building, the man raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat, and Qu Yi controlled the keyboard to move the screen frame by frame, and finally freeze.

"There seems to be something on the back of his hand." Qu Yi pointed.

Hong Jianguo leaned in front of the screen: "Blind student, I'm afraid you really got the Huadian this time."

Qu Yi tried his best to recall that at the bottom of the academy, Zhang Xuxing pulled his collar, and there seemed to be a faint black in the cuffs.

"Does Zhang Suxing have tattoos on the back of his hand?" Qu Yi asked.

"Hiss..." Hong Jianguo rubbed his chin, "I really didn't pay attention to it... But don't bother, I know his roommate, just call now and ask."

"What if his roommate betrays you?" Wen Huancheng asked.

Hong Jianguo sneered: "Come on, let's talk about Zhang Suxing's popularity."

The call was connected quickly, and Hong Jianguo smiled: "Brother, did you have a lunch break... Hey, I'm playing games, so you can still answer my calls. This is really cute! Let me ask you, Zhang Suxing went back to school No? Oh...does he have a tattoo on the back of his hand? Yes! Ouch! Good news! Hey, we are investigating Sherlock Holmes, and we will tell you when we find out."

Qu Yi and Wen Huancheng looked at each other, waiting for Hong Jianguo to hang up.

"Zhang Suxing has returned to school a long time ago, but I heard that he didn't live in the dormitory. He came back once during the day before yesterday. What's more, he has tattoos on the back of his hand, a string of English words, life and death engraved..." Hong Jianguo said, "It's almost impossible to be forced to do this. If you engage in this kind of petty theft, you will never be able to get up to the grade in your life."

Wen Huancheng asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Go and see if the tattoo on the back of his hand is the same as this one." Qu Yi said, "If it's the same..."

Hong Jianguo: "Let's talk, literary fighting or martial fighting."

Qu Yi pinched the things in his pocket: "You ask his roommate, where is he recently?"

They sat in the office until the teachers went to work, saved a few important screenshots and walked out of the information office.

"His roommate said he didn't know, but I heard that he was in the squirrel bar outside the school these days." Hong Jianguo asked, "Going?"

"Are you going to join the job tomorrow?" Wen Huancheng said, "If you don't block people, it's a waste of time."

Qu Yi raised his eyelids: "No, just today."

At five o'clock, the three of them appeared at the door of the squirrel.

The bar was deserted at the moment, and they didn't dress like social people. Standing by the side of other people's shops, they didn't look imposing, but looked like door gods.

Wen Huancheng coughed: "Go to the back." He took Qu Yi and Hong Jianguo to the alley behind the bar, "It seems that the night show here is after ten o'clock, we may have to wait a little longer."

Hong Jianguo raised his eyebrows: "Brother Cheng is clear."

Qu Yi lowered his eyes: "Did I meet Brother Cheng at the gate of the squirrel? One night..."

"No." Wen Huancheng was decisive, and added, "You read it wrong."

He answered so fast that Qu Yi couldn't keep up.

They got annoyed after waiting for a long time, the bar didn't go to the nightclub, but there were already a bunch of ghosts and monsters haunting the back, and a few sexy beauties in scantily clad passed by them and whistled hooligans.

"..." Qu Yi took out his mobile phone, glanced at Jin Yuan's WeChat, and firmly believed, "I can't leave."

Under Hong Jianguo's strong suggestion, they went to have dinner first. When they came back, it was already past seven o'clock, the neon lights were on, and there were more and more people wandering around the back alley of the bar. They were too lazy to stand and wait, so they went in and opened deck.

"I'll pay, you can order." Qu looked around, "I don't seem to have seen him."

"Wait a little longer." Wen Huancheng said.

Qu Yi's phone was vibrating in his pocket. The bar was too noisy, so he got up and went out through the back door.

"Have you had dinner?" Jin Yuan's voice was very gentle, "I didn't talk much this afternoon."

Qu Yi pursed his lips: "I've had dinner, isn't it time to join the job tomorrow? Get some materials in the academy."

The phone was quiet for a while, and Jin Yuan lowered his voice: "Is that done?"

"Not yet..." Qu glanced at the bar, not sure, "Maybe after ten o'clock, I'll call you..."

Jin Yuan interrupted him, with a familiar warning in his tone: "Speak well."

Qu opened his mouth, and finally he could only tell the truth: "I'm with my roommate, waiting for someone."

"Wait for who?"

"Someone tore my painting..." Qu Yi whispered aggrievedly, "I'm squatting on him."

There was a rustling voice from Jin Yuan's side, and he said, "Turn on your WeChat location sharing."

As soon as Qu Yi opened sharing for Jin Yuan, Wen Huancheng's call cut off the WeChat call signal, and he pressed to answer.

"Zhang Suxing is here."

He quickly replied to Jin Yuan: [The phone is running out of battery, I will tell you later. 】

Hong Jianguo stopped him at the back door: "I glanced at the back of his hand, the same string of ugly English, but now there is an accident, there are two people beside him, it seems," he put his hand on his temple On the side, push back, "It's very good, if you want to call a helper, you can go directly."

"Go directly." Qu Yi took off his coat and held it in his hand, "Jin Yuan may come over, we have to settle it before he comes."

Zhang Suxing's location was not far from the back door, and he was leaning on the sofa to swallow clouds and smoke. Qu Yi's anger, which had been dormant all afternoon, was burning when he saw Zhang Suxing. He stretched his sleeves and walked over.

Hong Jianguo was behind him, moving his neck back and forth, and pinched his knuckles loudly: "I knew I had just come on stage to sing "Superstar in Troubled Times", what a mistake."

Qu Yi was wearing a white sweater, and his hair was still fluffy after washing in the morning, standing in front of Zhang Suxing had no deterrent effect.

"Go out and talk?"

Zhang Fuxing raised his head and saw Qu Yi, immediately showed a contemptuous smile, lightly dusted the cigarette in his hand: "Isn't this a great talent of the academy? Why, don't you need to draw today?"

The two social people around him also ignored Qu Yi at all, they gave him a sideways look and continued playing with their phones.

Qu saw the tattoo on the back of his hand clearly, didn't talk nonsense with him, directly pulled his wrist, pulled him up, and threw him against the wall.

"Fuck?!" Zhang Suxing hit the wall, and the cigarette butt rolled down.

The two social people behind him were stopped by Hong Jianguo and Wen Huancheng, Qu Yi covered his head with the coat in his hand, raised his leg and kicked him in the waist, Zhang Suxing threw himself at the door defenselessly Beside, several girls immediately screamed.

Without waiting for his reaction, Qu Yi wrapped his arms around his neck, wrapped Zhang Suxing in his coat, and dragged him to the back alley.

Zhang Suxing was still stumbling around, Qu Yi took advantage of the chaos and punched him in the stomach, and then threw him into the alley.

Wen Huancheng, Hong Jianguo and Zhang Suxing, the two social buddies, all arrived.

Zhang Suxing sat on the ground, grabbed the coat off his head, and slammed it violently: "Fuck! What the hell are you trying to do!"

"No reason," Qu Yi clenched his back molars, and spat out each word, "You tear my painting, and I tear you."

Zhang Suxing and the two friends stretched out their hands to push Yiyi's shoulders, but Wen Huancheng grabbed them.

This action was like a fuse, and the people on both sides fought like this. They bent and twisted Zhang Xuxing's arm, and pressed their knees straight on his stomach, and immediately heard Zhang Xuxing's screams.

"You fucking dare to hit me!" Zhang Suxing raised his hand and threw Qu Yi's face, "You fucking dare to hit me?!"

Qu Yi punched him on the bridge of the nose: "I'll hit you if I hit you, why don't you choose your life!"

Before Zhang Suxing could yell at him, Qu Yi kicked him hard in the stomach, raised the back of his hand and wiped his cheek.

It seemed that Zhang Suxing's nails had scratched it just now, and the rubbing of his hands was very painful.

The sound of the wind in his ears came along with Hong Jianguo's shout, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw the fist stopped at the tip of his nose.

Jin Yuan pulled the man's fist down, pointed his foot at the thinnest part of his calf, and kicked it up without hesitation.

People in the society knelt on the ground in pain, wailing, and before Qu Yi finished watching, Jin Yuan pulled him behind him to protect him.

Jin Yuan fights very neatly, especially against Shang Zhang Su Xing, which is basically one-sided crushing. His fists and legs collide with the flesh under the upper cloth, making a solid impact sound.

Jin Yuan aimed at the place where Zhang Suxing was not wearing thick clothes, stepped into the corner of Zhang Suxing's knee for the last time, pulled Zhang Suxing up by his hair, and pressed him against the wall with one hand.

At this time, Wen Huancheng and Hong Jianguo joined forces to subdue the remaining one.

Jin Yuan grabbed Zhang Xuxing's hair and put it on the ground, then looked back at Qu Yi, the sternness in his eyes hadn't faded: "Is this what you said the phone was out of battery?"

Qu Yi stood there with a guilty conscience, stared at by Jin Yuan's dark eyes for a while, then slowly put both hands behind his back, and winked at Jin Yuan obediently and flatteringly.

Seeing that the gap between the enemy and ourselves was gradually widening, Zhang Suxing's two social friends ran away with a limp. Only Yu Zhang Suxing leaned against the wall panting, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, staring at them viciously.

"What are you staring at!" Hong Jianguo was also tired, with his hips on his hips, "Your eyes are big, right?"

Panting for breath, Zhang Xuxing struggled to get up from the ground, and could barely stand with his back against the wall, but his eyes were still unconvinced.

Jin Yuan picked up Qu Yi's coat on the ground, patted the mud with his head down, and looked at Zhang Suxing coldly: "I heard that you borrowed a loan shark."

Zhang Suxing opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and Jin Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you think it will be difficult for me to punish you?"

He gave the clothes to Qu Yi: "Put it on."

Qu Yi was very honest at the moment, dressed carefully, and stood beside Jin Yuan.

Hong Jianguo looked at Zhang Suxing and made a final conclusion: "Let me tell you, we all have evidence that you tore up the paintings. If you come to make trouble again, I will immediately sue you to the college and post it on the school forum. See Why are you messing around in school!"

Wen Huancheng twitched his eyebrows: "Let's go."

Jin Yuan glanced at Qu Yi: "Where are the things?"

"Still in the dormitory." Before walking out of the alley, Qu Yi quickly pulled Jin Yuan's fingers, "You wear a mask first."

Jin Yuan skipped Qu Yi's hand, took the mask from the inside of the coat and put it on with one hand: "I'll take you back home."

Hong Jianguo nodded sharply, and when he was sitting in the back seat of the car, he chose the middle seat, squatted in the gap, turned on the music player on his mobile phone, and insisted on playing "Superstar in Troubled Times" for his beloved Yuan father.

Qu Yi peeked at Jin Yuan's side face, but he could only see a dark mask, so he took the initiative to say: "We start school these two days, and the car can drive to the downstairs of the dormitory."

"Oh, there's no need to send us downstairs, the three of us can stroll back by ourselves." Hong Jianguo said.

Wen Huancheng looked at the rearview mirror in the car, met Jin Yuan's gaze, and the two glanced at each other wordlessly.

Jin Yuan parked the car downstairs in their dormitory: "Go up and get your luggage."

Hong Jianguo was in the back seat: "???"

Qu got out of the car, and pulled Hong Jianguo out by the way: "Let's talk upstairs."