My paintings

Chapter 5 The teacher is dead

"Sir! How's it going? Teacher, he..." I grabbed Lin Changsheng's hand in panic, not daring to look at his gloomy expression.

"Ningning." Sister Li hugged me worriedly.

But I held sir's hand from beginning to end, waiting for his answer.

"Liangtou, conduct a search on this classmate, and then take him back to the police station to make a statement." The sir pulled out his hand forcefully, standing aside and staring at the direction of the teaching building thoughtfully.

"Officer Lin, what do you mean? Ningning is just a child!" Sister Li stood in front of me and glared.

"Xiao Li, don't be impulsive, we just search your body..." The police officer named Liangtou gently persuaded Sister Li.

"Aren't you going to catch the murderer, but instead come to bully a child? Ningning, what can he do..." Sister Li has always been very defensive.

I saw Sir turn his head and stare at Sister Li coldly, "Officer Wang, this is a routine matter."

"Also, adults are not the only ones who can kill..." His murmur dissipated in the breeze that was blowing.

The duty of the police made Sister Li compromise again.

I really hate the police, always a self-righteous, sanctimonious appearance.

I stood there obediently, letting the police rummage in my painting kit, but my eyes were stubbornly fixed on Sir's side face that gradually blurred in front of my eyes.

"Ningning, what's the matter with you? Don't be afraid..." Sister Li coaxed me worriedly.

A terrified scream suddenly seemed to break through the sky and roared "Blood—"

Everyone's eyes turned to my collar. I lowered my head and pulled out the collar inside. There was indeed a red mark on it.

Under their guarded eyes, I took off my coat, revealing a shirt stained with red liquid, with tears in the corners of my eyes, "No, it's not...it's paint..."

"Um, I'm sorry, that's indeed red paint." The yelling police officer came over to take a look, and explained awkwardly, causing everyone a false alarm.

"Enough!" Sister Li blushed, ran over and hugged me, glared at them angrily, and scolded, "Don't investigate any further, there is no way Ningning is the murderer, how can you bully people like this! !"

Several police officers turned to look at Sir who was lighting a cigarette.

"That's it!" Sir glanced at me lightly, held the lit cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards the student's dormitory with his hands in his pockets.

"Ningning, don't cry, I'll let them apologize to you, okay? Otherwise, Sister Li will beat them up for you, huh?"

"Sister Li, this confession..."

"Why are you still recording a statement! Hurry up and get out, don't stand here and answer people!"

"Sister Li, you can't blame us, this is routine..."

"Stop coming to Lin Changsheng's routine, fart routine, do you have such a bullying routine?"

I pulled at the policewoman who was yelling, "Sister Li, I'm fine."

"Ningning..." Sister Li looked at me apologetically.

I unconsciously stroked the ring on my right hand, and timidly and tremblingly asked the question hidden in my heart, "Sister Li, teacher, he...is he..."

"Ningning." She patted my shoulder in relief, but stopped talking.

My eyes that had been burning with hope dimmed "Is that so... sorry, I didn't know... I really didn't know would..."

"Ningning, tell Sister Li," the policewoman held my shoulder, her eyes serious and sharp, "Didn't you say you came back to get the painting tools? Why did you get involved with that teacher again?"

"I..." My eyes flicked left and right, my face was embarrassed, "I met the teacher when I was taking the tools, and I just... chatted for a while, and when I left, he was still in the classroom... me. ... Sister Li, I didn't know the teacher would... woo!"

I really couldn't continue, so I covered my mouth in pain and squatted on the ground crying.

Miss Li, I should really thank you!Ah. . .hehe. . .