Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 203 Photos with Questions

When I saw police officer Wei... Whoosh!

Fang Zheng sucked in the cold air and suddenly felt the back of his teeth so sour and cold.

However, police officer Wei's wechat remained silent. Fang Zheng remembered that Zhang Yiwen mentioned police officer Wei had a mission, and when he heard that there was a special mission, he would request to cut off all contact with the outside world, including handing in his personal phone.

Fang Zheng had seen a news report about a police officer who was loyal to his job and his duties, but never saw his father's last face. It was because of a special action that his family could not contact him. In the end, in order to keep the police's personal information safe, the whole society did not know the name of this police officer, only knew that the hero who silently guarded people was called the police officer, and devoted his whole life to a respectable position.

Fang Zheng was relieved to see no news from police officer Wei's wechat.

The only thing he felt guilty about now was meeting police officer Wei.

"Fang Zheng, what are your hobbies?"

"What fruit do you like to eat?"

"What kind of girl do you like?"

"Do you like older, more mature girls than you are, or do you like cold, reserved girls like my cousin?"

...

The more Fang Zheng talked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The smartphone in his hand was trembling, and there were new messages on his wechat. Clearly, he was facing Zhang Yiwen, but Zhang Yiwen, who was facing him, kept asking three questions.

Is this the unique smell of scrolls on the so-called teachers? Who can chat with words and never use words to beep? Fang Zheng's forehead dropped a few black lines, and in front of zhang yiwen, who was only a few centimeters away, she replied awkwardly in the group, "Mr. Zhang, your way of chatting is really unique and fresh, refreshing."

Can Fang Zheng not say that?

People who don't know think there are two lunatics here. They don't talk to each other face to face, so they have to type. Aren't they tired?

Heavy mobile phone control?

Fang Zheng decided not to see Zhang Yiwen anymore. He always felt that police officer Wei's cousin was a little out of sorts.

The two of them were face to face and insisted on typing and chatting on their mobile phones.

It's not a mental disorder. What is it?

Just as fang was about to leave, Zhang Yiwen wanted to send Fang Zheng off, but she stepped on high heels, and the ground was littered with all kinds of decoration materials. Zhang Yiwen did not pay attention to them. The heels of high heels happened to step on the edge of a section of the pvc heating pipe, and people exclaimed, almost falling down.

Fang Zheng was quick to see and hold Zhang Yiwen by his waist, which prevented Zhang Yiwen from falling down. Then Fang Zheng let go of Zhang Yiwen.

However, although zhang yiwen survived, she still suffered a little. Her face was pale with pain. She had sprained her ankle, and her right ankle was swollen and red.

"Miss zhang seems to have sprained her ankle. She probably won't be able to walk for the time being. There is a big pharmacy just outside the community. This master, help her to the big pharmacy outside the community. She will pay for the medical expenses herself."

Fang Zheng raised his hand and pointed to Zhang Yiwen in front of him. He said to the surprised decorator.

"Me?"

One of the decorators, who was paid attention to by Fang Zheng, looked around to make sure he was not mistaken. He pointed at himself and the other party was talking to him.

He finally believed a sentence.

Some people are really single based on their strength.

He deserves to be a single dog for the rest of his life.

This is such a great opportunity to not go, but also actively push the beautiful woman out, this is either mentally abnormal or brain-deep.

Fang Zheng nodded affirmatively.

Joke.

Although this teacher zhang had a good temperament, Fang Zheng had long regarded her as mentally ill.

It was too late to stay away. There was no way to continue jumping into the fire pit.

With Fang Zheng's affirmative answer, Zhang Yiwen said, "..."

Decorator a, b and c: ..."

Why do you always feel that there is something wrong with the painting style?

"Don't bother this master. There's an elevator in the neighborhood, and my feet aren't badly hurt. I can walk to the big pharmacy by myself." Zhang Yiwen smiled politely.

Fang Zheng: "Mr. Zhang, be careful all the way."

Zhang Yiwen: ..."

Her face darkened. She was just being polite. She didn't expect Fang Zheng to actually not give her a present.

However, fortunately, Fang Zheng did not really do it. He still understood how to understand the old, weak, women and children, disabled people, and took the initiative to bend down to pick up Zhang Yiwen before he almost fell down. A small stack of papers in his hands, also scattered on the ground.

When Fang Zheng picked up the information, he picked it up and looked at it casually. It was a junior high school chinese test paper, which seemed to be a mock test paper for the third year of junior high school. Fang Zheng didn't think much about it either. Maybe it was teacher zhang who was hardworking and didn't forget to bring the test paper home for marking on weekends.

Zhang Yiwen endured the pain in his feet and squatted down to pick up the papers.

"Hey, miss zhang, are all the students in this birthday photo your class? These students seem to be celebrating your birthday for miss zhang on their own?" Fang Zheng curiously picked up an eight-inch photo.

In the background of the photo was a school classroom. Looking at the smiling faces of the students, it could be seen that Zhang Yiwen was very popular with the students. It should be a celebration organized by the students.

At the mention of the students in the photo, Zhang Yiwen's beautiful face, which was as white as ivory, showed a look of love, "They're cute, aren't they?"

"It turns out that Mr. Zhang is in the graduating class of 48 people." Fang Zheng was a little surprised that Zhang Yiwen was so young to be able to take the junior class.

"48 People?"

"Aren't there 46 people?"

Zhang Yiwen looked at Fang Zheng in confusion.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

He carefully counted the students in the photos again and again. There were indeed 48 of them.

So Fang Zheng took the photo and looked for zhang yiwen again to confirm. Zhang Yiwen said seriously, "There are only 46 students in the class. I can't possibly remember the number of my students by mistake."

Fang Zheng frowned.

He flipped through the photos. Generally speaking, a group photo like this would have everyone's name printed on the back. Sure enough, the student's name appeared on the back of the photo.

When Fang Zheng counted the names of the students, it was indeed 48.

Fang Zheng's face was solemn. He pointed to the student's name on the back of the photo and said with a serious look, "Mr. Zhang, how many student names did you see on the student list?"

The answer was still 46.

Fang Zheng immediately asked a few decorators present, and the answer was 46. Whether it was the name or the person in the photo, they still saw 46 people.

Among the people present, he was the only one who saw 48 people, and there were actually two more people, or... Two of them disappeared?

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