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The police's preliminary conclusion was suicide, as no evidence of homicide was found. The only point of suspicion was the red nail that had been forcefully ripped off.
The results from the forensic examination were even more shocking; the red nail had been removed after Chen Yao's death.
Who could be so twisted?
Tang An'an walked through the campus, her mind heavy with thoughts. With the college entrance exams approaching, the temperature was rising.
The midday sun beat down on the glaring white pavement, radiating an indescribable sense of anxiety and restlessness.
In her hand, she tightly clutched a note written in blood, discovered in Chen Yao's clenched fist.
She hadn’t shown it to anyone, for no one would believe this chilling fact. The note was scrawled with shaky handwriting: "Lu Ziqi is dead, the body is..."
The rest of the message was either unfinished or deliberately torn away by someone with ulterior motives.
Lu Ziqi is dead? Tang An'an recalled the events of that night in the dormitory. If she were truly dead, then what she was seeing now could only be... She dared not think further.
Lu Ziqi was usually arrogant and had offended many people, but when it came to someone bold enough to kill her, Tang An'an couldn’t guess who it might be.
As she approached the cafeteria, Tang An'an suddenly heard a commotion; it sounded like an argument.
Curious, she stepped inside and saw a large crowd gathered around.
In the center of the crowd, she saw her classmate Ma Lili standing there in tears, while the portly chef in the cafeteria brandished a large spoon, glaring at her fiercely.
"You all come and judge!" The chef waved his spoon, spitting as he spoke. "Whoever has eaten my food has praised it! How dare she say my cooking is unsanitary? This is simply outrageous!"
"Your saliva is splattering on the spoon," a boy muttered quietly, causing those around to burst into laughter.
The chef's face instantly turned as red as a beet, yet he stubbornly defended himself, "All the teachers know I'm Zhu Yonggui, still a bachelor! How could there be a woman's nail in my dishes? It must have fallen in from your carelessness!"
Red Nail?
Tang An'an's heart tightened at that moment. Just then, the head of discipline rushed over upon hearing the commotion. When he heard someone mention Red Nail, Tang An'an clearly saw his eyelids twitch violently before his expression darkened. He sternly said, "The school has repeatedly stated that dyeing nails is strictly prohibited. At such a young age, why imitate such indecent behavior? Finish your meal and go back for a nap! Tonight, I will organize all class teachers to inspect each dormitory. Any prohibited items found will be confiscated immediately—there will be no leniency!"
The students whispered among themselves and gradually left the cafeteria.
As the head of discipline turned to leave, he suddenly heard Ma Lili hoarsely shout, "It's a curse—it's the curse of the college entrance examination—"
"Shut up!" The head of discipline was immediately furious and lunged at Ma Lili, delivering a harsh slap across her face. The students were stunned by this sudden turn of events; they neither dared to leave nor approach.
Ma Lili stood there dazed, blood dripping from her mouth, nose, and even her eyes.
"If there are secrets, why not speak them honestly?" A languid voice came from the corner as a tall boy in a white shirt strode forward. "Director Xie, if this continues to be hidden, there won't be any peaceful days before the college entrance examination. Don’t even talk about achieving good grades; it’s uncertain whether we’ll make it to that day."
Tang An'an felt a chill run down her spine as she suddenly recalled what the fortune teller had said that day: "Do you want to live until the college entrance examination?"
Everyone at the school knows this boy; his name is Feng Yixiao, the principal's son. He is handsome and charming, yet he carries an air of arrogance, embodying the role of a complete playboy. His grades are abysmal across all subjects, and he barely manages to scrape by in Art Class thanks to his father's connections.
"Yixiao, what nonsense are you spouting here?" The director's face darkened significantly.
At that moment, the lunch bell rang, and Director Xie seemed to seize a lifeline as he shouted loudly in the cafeteria, "What time do you think it is? Hurry up and take your break! There are no classes in the afternoon!"
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