I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Seven.

Both have a half-open door symbol.

Zhou Yan's mother hugged her son tightly.

Zhou Yan winced in pain, but did not flinch.

The homeroom teacher stood to the side, looking very upset.

"This only shows that he wrote a lot of pages himself."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"You still want to dump me?"

The homeroom teacher's face stiffened.

I'm just stating the facts.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the note in the evidence bag.

"Then you're wrong."

The plainclothes officer put the note in a transparent bag and handed it to her.

Shen Ling'er did not touch it.

She looked down for a few seconds.

"These seven sheets were not written by one person."

He Chuan was taken aback.

"Not just one person?"

As Old Hu approached, his eyes darkened.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the first one.

"The characters on this piece are heavy; the writer pressed down hard on them."

It also refers to the second one.

"The characters on this piece are light, and the final stroke is light and airy; the writer must have been afraid."

Then it refers to the half-open door symbol.

"But the door is the same."

She looked up.

"They wrote the words, but someone else built the door."

The homeroom teacher immediately retorted.

"What makes you say that?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Why weren't you so assertive when you deleted the message?"

The homeroom teacher's lips twitched.

The barrage of comments went crazy.

"Wow, that was a perfect slap in the face."

"Is this teacher trying to shift the blame?"

"Different characters, same door, that's a lot of information."

The plainclothes officer asked, "Ling'er, are you referring to a seal when you say 'stamp'?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's not a painting."

Old Hu suddenly looked at the note.

He took out his reading glasses and looked closely.

There are very shallow ink blots along the edges of the half-open door.

Hand-drawn drawings wouldn't be this even.

Old Hu lowered his voice.

"It was printed."

The atmosphere by the bridge has changed.

Zhou Yan's mother looked up, her voice trembling.

"Who would cover a child with something like this?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She looked at her homeroom teacher.

"How many people in your class have received it?"

The homeroom teacher immediately replied, "No."

Shen Ling'er stared at him.

"You're fast again."

"What?"

"I haven't finished speaking, and you've already answered no."

Shen Ling'er frowned.

"My dad said that only those who already know the answer should answer first."

The plainclothes officer looked at the homeroom teacher.

"Please contact the school to cooperate in checking students' desks, backpacks, and trash cans recently."

The homeroom teacher turned pale.

"This will damage the school's reputation."

Yang Mi finally spoke.

"The child almost died."

She looked at her homeroom teacher.

"Is reputation all you care about now?"

The homeroom teacher opened her mouth.

He didn't say a word.

Zhou Yan suddenly whispered, "It's not just me."

Everyone looked at him at the same time.

Zhou Yan lowered his head.

"Another girl in our class received one too."

"She took the day off."

"The teacher said she was being pretentious."

The homeroom teacher immediately panicked.

"Zhou Yan! Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhou Yan shuddered.

Shen Ling'er took half a step forward.

"If you yell at him again, I'll make you go stand by the bridge and get some fresh air too."

The homeroom teacher turned pale.

Old Hu suddenly spoke.

"baby."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

Old Hu pointed to the edge of the paper.

"This paper is old Chinese calendar paper."

He Chuan immediately asked, "Are there folk custom stalls on the old street?"

Old Hu shook his head.

"The regular stalls have new ones."

"Only a few companies will collect this kind of old paper."

Shen Ling'er stared at Old Hu.

Do you have one at home?

Old Hu paused for a moment while holding his cane.

"have."

It was quiet by the bridge.

He Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Does this mean they're pointing the finger at their own stall owners?

Old Hu did not dodge.

"I have a stack of old almanacs spread out on the ground."

"For guests to write down dates."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"A few are missing?"

Old Hu's expression changed.

He turned and left.

The group immediately followed them back to the old street.

The folk custom information booth is still there.

A corner of the blue cloth was lifted by the wind.

Old Hu bent down and pulled out a stack of old yellow calendars from the wooden box.

He counted three times.

His face darkened.

"Eight are missing."

He Chuan said in a low voice, "The school found seven, and there's one more..."

Shen Ling'er said, "It's in the hands of the writer."

Old Hu turned around and looked at the folk custom stalls next to him.

The auntie at the paper-cutting stall had a pale face.

The sugar painting stall owner waved his hand.

The tea stall worker lowered his head and remained silent.

Shen Ling'er walked to the tea stall.

"You have old ink on your hands."

The tea stall worker suddenly looked up.

"Does my tea get stained with ink?"

Shen Ling'er pointed at his thumb.

"Tea stains on my fingertips."

"Ink under the fingernails."

"You pressed your hand on the stamp."

The waiter's face stiffened.

Plainclothes officers stepped forward.

"Just cooperate."

The man suddenly turned and ran.

Before he could run two steps, Old Hu's cane had already crossed over.

boom.

The guy fell to the ground.

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Why do all the people from your old street love to run around?"

Zhao Lei muttered in the split screen, "The feng shui of this old street is bad; even bad guys have short legs."

Bai Sisi: "Shut up."

The plainclothes officers restrained the man.

A folded old yellow calendar was found in the inner pocket of his apron.

It was only half written on the paper.

No one will understand you; once the door is open, it will be quiet.

Below, there is still half an unfinished door mark.

Zhou Yan's mother covered her mouth.

Zhou Yan's face turned pale.

Shen Ling'er stared at the waiter.

"Who told you to write it?"

The man gritted his teeth.

"have no idea."

Shen Ling'er squatted down and looked at the edge of his shoes.

"You've been to school."

The guy didn't say anything.

Shen Ling'er continued, "There was white chalk dust on the soles of the shoes, as well as red rubber particles from the playground."

"I just dipped it in this morning."

The plainclothes officer asked, "When did you go there?"

Shut up, buddy.

Shen Ling'er looked at his ears.

There's incense ash behind your ear.

"It's not ordinary incense ash."

"It's from the Sanqing Temple area."

Old Hu's face changed instantly.

Sanqing Temple.

The place where the person who locked the door and the middleman appeared.

Yang Mi instinctively pulled Shen Ling'er to his side.

Shen Ling'er, however, stared at the waiter.

"Was the person who gave you the paper wearing a cloth wrapped around their left hand?"

The man's eyelids twitched.

The plainclothes officers caught them immediately.

"explain."

The guy finally panicked.

"I don't know who he is!"

"He gave me money."

He said these papers were only given to students who looked like they were about to collapse.

"I didn't let them die!"

"I'm just putting out paper!"

Shen Ling'er's face turned cold.

"My dad said that people who push others into the water are bad."

"Telling others that someone who doesn't feel pain in the water is also bad."

The waiter's lips trembled.

Old Hu suddenly yanked open the wooden box at the bottom of the stall.

"Where's the seal?"

The waiter's expression changed drastically.

Old Hu opened the bottom of the box.

There is a hidden compartment inside.

In the hidden compartment lay an old black seal.

The seal face down.

The plainclothes officer picked it up wearing gloves.

On the seal's surface, the door is half-open.

The old street is completely quiet.

Old Hu looked at the seal, his voice hoarse.

"impossible."

He Chuan asked, "Do you know Mr. Hu?"

Mr. Hu did not answer.

He just stared at the bottom of the seal.

There was a line of very small characters engraved there.

Knock three times on the old door, strangers should not return.

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