Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 386 The Child Who Doesn't Exist

  Jiutan has no influence in Wenjing, so the investigation of the special school has to be handed over to Luo Jiutian to arrange.

Bobo did his best to inform them of the boys’ dynamics every one or two hours, so that Jasmine could only say to her very tactfully that she didn’t have to go to other boys’ homes so frequently. After all, boys also need independent space. of.

  Big Wave is not a scumbag: You said, am I still responsible for buying food?

   Mo Mo Mo: Are you hungry?

  Big Wave is not a scumbag: Zhang Boyin, he is hungry.

  Big Wave is not a scumbag: I forgot to tell you, his name is Zhang Boyin.

   Mo Momo: ... you buy it, and I will reimburse it.

  The big wave is not a scum girl: Good drop, Jasmine is a big game, you must notify me if you have news.

  Jasmine put down the phone and sighed wearily.

   "No news yet?" She turned her head to Luo Jiutian who was drinking tea.

  Luo Jiutian put down the tea cup, "Jasmine, I told them to check for me two hours ago. You have asked three times, how can it be so fast..."

   Before the voice fell, Luo Jiutian's mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated and lit up.

  In an instant, a circle of people gathered around.

   "Hey, Uncle Wang," Luo Jiutian answered the phone and turned on the loudspeaker again, "Isn't there a result?"

   "Nine days, we are done checking." There was a steady and solemn voice.

  Everyone's eyes lit up and they straightened up.

   "Are there any results? Is there a record of a child named Zhao Wansheng in the special school?"

   "Nine days, are you sure it is this name? Long live Wan, the birth of life."

   "Yes," Luo Jiutian's expression was as uneasy as the others, "What's wrong? Didn't find it?"

  There was a pause, followed by the sound of rustling turning pages.

  "We not only investigated the five existing special schools in Bunjing, but also found information on two special schools that had closed down during the past five years. We did not see the name Zhao Wansheng."

  The leader lifted his chin to think again.

   "No...no?" Luo Jiutian scratched his head, "Is there a record of a deaf-mute child who committed suicide five years ago?"

"No, neither," Uncle Wang over there rubbed the edge of the page. "We investigated the information of all the children with the three words Zhao Wansheng in their names five or six years ago, and none of them can match that. There is no information on all the children who gave up school or dropped out of school or had accidents during the year..."

  Although there was no result, Xiaolan still admired it.

  Can you do so much in two hours?

  "We have now started investigating the relevant records of ordinary primary schools," Uncle Wang closed the drawer, "It's just that the scope is much larger, and I won't be able to give you the exact result at one and a half. Maybe tomorrow morning..."

  Luo Jiutian was a little frustrated, and nodded pointlessly.

   "Well, thank you Uncle Wang, I will trouble you."

  "You are polite, hang up...Hey, wait a minute, nine days, wait a while, wait a while, um...well, your father asked me to ask you, have you eaten well?"

   "Is my dad beside me?"

   "He's here... well, he doesn't answer the phone."

   "I have dinner," Luo Jiutian fiddled with the small decorations on the table, "Why doesn't he listen to my call?"

   "He... he asked Jasmine, did Jiu Tian get into trouble? Did you trouble you?... Hahaha, this old Luo..."

   Jasmine hurried to the phone and said, "He didn't get into trouble, Uncle Luo, Uncle Wang, Nine days worked well."

  How it sounds like a wrench, it works.

  After a few more greetings on both sides, the call was hung up, Jasmine was a little happier, and Luo Jiutian was even more depressed.

   "My father is hiding something from me, and now he doesn't even dare to tell me on the phone," Luo Jiutian squeezed his chin, "Does he not want me anymore?"

   Xiaolan was taken aback, and raised her eyebrows to look at him.

   "Why look at me that way?" Luo Jiutian squinted his eyes.

   "I thought only my age would have this idea."

   "It is true that adults generally don't have the fear of being abandoned by their parents," Jasmine looked at Luo Jiutian with a smile, "Unless I was abandoned when I was a child, leaving a shadow."

"I haven't been abandoned," Luo Jiutian mumbled, "It's just that when I was a child, my father often put me into various trial boxes. Trial boxes are a practice place for Baliangshui to master different abilities. Generally I am Go in with a group of seniors, and then the seniors will carry me out again."

   "Sounds pretty good," Qin Yin chewed on what was in his mouth, "Then what have you learned?"

   "I didn't learn anything, but I ran away very fast."

  Qin Yin's hand holding the cake paused, "Uh...that would be rewarding."

  The idiot poured the cold tea from the Taoist cup, poured another cup, and handed it to the Taoist leader who had almost turned into a statue.

   "Master, are you asleep?"

   "I didn't fall asleep," Daochang moved, but only his mouth, "I'm thinking about what Zhao Baihuan said."

   Jasmine hurriedly touched under the coffee table, took out the recording pen, "Which sentence? I recorded it all."

Dao Chang narrowed his eyes and smiled, then his face was solemn again, "I think Zhao Baihuan never said that they are Wenjing people."

  This time, everyone in the room froze.

  "But this...the range is too big." Luo Jiutian's eyes were dull.

  "We have to confirm with them," Jasmine replied decisively, "The question is how to confirm."

  After all, their plan is hidden from Zhao Baihuan, so of course you can’t ask him directly.

   Do you have to think of a way to talk about it again?

  When everyone was in distress, the doorbell suddenly rang.

   Jasmine glanced at her watch first, "It's so late, who could it be?"

   "Let's open the door together." The fool stood up.

  Jasmine walked to the cat’s eye and took a look, and said, "Is it Zhao Baihuan?"

   "Zhao Baihuan?" Luo Jiutian looked at his cell phone, but there was no message prompt, "What is he doing? Can't I say something to the group?"

   "But then we can just ask him where he comes from." Qin Yin poked the door.

   "That's right, ask him in person."

   "Squeak——"

  The people at the door saw a group of people in the house, and they were really taken aback.

   "Why are you here?" Jasmine greeted him in the door, "What happened?"

  The man probed his head and scanned the furnishings in the room, then swept over a few of them, cleared his throat, and said uncomfortably, "No, you have admitted wrong, I am not my brother, I am Zhao Qianle."

  Everyone looked at each other.

   "Zhao Qianle?" Jasmine's brain was experiencing buffering, "You... why did you come? Is something wrong?"

  The essence of human beings is to repeat themselves.

   "Did my brother tell you about my family's past?" Zhao Qianle refused Jasmine who invited him to enter the door.

  "What's the matter?" The Taoist asked first without answering.

   "I mean, you should be able to guess it," Zhao Qianle lowered his head, "I'm sorry to trouble you for so long, but from now on, can you please stop mentioning this matter?"

  (End of this chapter)