China's famous detective Jiangnan: There are ghosts on campus

Chapter 251 Finding the Truth (5)

After dinner, Zhao Min went back, and I continued to stay in front of the last row of bookshelves in the newspaper storage room, sitting on the ground, covered with a hot blanket, immersed in the ocean of news again.

The night temperature in December is very low, and the cold wind comes in through the window cracks from time to time, which brings me a cold stimulation.

As time passed, I gradually read more and more newspapers, but I still couldn't find any possible clues.A trace of irritability came to my heart, is my train of thought really wrong?Are all my previous efforts in vain?

I raised my head and took a deep breath of air, then let it out slowly.

Anyway, these are the last newspapers that may appear in front of me. Instead of thinking about it, it is better to read it quietly.

After calming down, I lowered my head and continued to watch.

As the minutes passed, I read the newspaper more and more slowly, not daring to miss any news, or even a photo.The eyes gradually felt a little heavy, as if they might close at any time, I wiped my eyes, trying to refresh them.

At this moment, I seem to have returned to my student days. For the sake of knowledge and the belief of revenge in my heart, I study hard day and night, even if I am tired, I have to make it through.

I have endured all kinds of suffering, so what is it if I don’t sleep all night?
There are nearly 300 newspapers, and these are not arranged in chronological order. I saw the August ones, and then saw the January ones.In order to make it easier to remember, I stacked all the things I had seen under my buttocks, and slowly I sat higher and higher.

Ah!
I accidentally moved my lower foot and found that it was already very numb.At this moment, I couldn't help standing up, walking back and forth in the narrow passage, hammering down my numb right thigh from time to time. 
At this time, the window gradually brightened.

I took out my phone and looked at it, and it was already six o'clock in the morning.

The charm of time may also lie in this, when you inadvertently pass by quietly, leaving you with a feeling that time is passing; and when you deliberately calculate, time passes very slowly, making you feel irritable.

I looked down, and there were nearly two hundred newspapers piled up where I was sitting against the wall.

Shaking his head, let's continue reading, no matter what the result is, he must finish reading these newspapers today.

So I sat on the pile of newspapers again, and continued to read the unread newspapers carefully.

The stock market was bleak yesterday, both the Shanghai Composite Index and the Shenzhen Component Index fell sharply... This is not true; after studying abroad, a doctor was frustrated and killed his parents after returning to China... The characters are completely wrong; yesterday at the city zoo, a tourist and a swan grabbed swan eggs ·····Alas, this is all about what; on May [-], the Intermediate People's Court of our city made a final judgment on the gang rape case of Wang, Zhou, He and Wu against Lin, because the plaintiff's evidence Insufficient, so it was decided to uphold the first-instance judgment of the Nanhu District People's Court. The defendants Wang, Zhou, He and Wu were not guilty of gang rape and were released in court.

Wang, Zhou, He?

I keenly found that the surnames of these people were the same as those of the person Zhang Yao killed.

I then looked at the photo next to me. There was nothing strange about this photo. It was a picture of a group of people coming out of the court.

I looked closely at this photo, the clearest and most impressive one was a crying young man, his fists clenched, his angry eyes looking towards the sky as if they were going to burst out.

But what puzzles me even more is, why does this person look familiar?

(End of this chapter)