Almost at the same time, three young men wearing sunglasses, mid-length black down jackets and black leather boots walked out of Guanghai Airport.

The three people dressed uniformly, but their hairstyles were unique. The oldest hair was dyed brown red and the longest. A bunch of hair was tied with rubber bands on the back of the head, looking like an artist. The middle-aged one retained the original color of the hair, and the one was painted black, and it was a buzz cut. The youngest one dyed her hair gray and wore earrings, which looked inappropriate.

The three of them got off the airport and boarded a taxi. In about twenty minutes, the taxi took the three people to the gate of a private aristocratic school.

"Boss," said the middle-aged buzz cutter, "Is all the information accurate?"

"I have checked it several times, absolutely no problem." said the young man with long hair.

"Then I'll go in."

"Be careful." Long hair instructed.

Banbu Toutiao made an OK gesture and walked towards the school gate. After a few conversations with the security guard at the door, Banbu Toutiao entered the campus and then entered the teaching area.

There are three buildings in the teaching area, the South Building and the North Building, and the office building is connected to the South Building and the North Building.

Banbutt hurriedly entered the office building lobby, turned right up the corridor, and went straight to the third floor.

The third floor is the eighth-grade teaching area. The sound of teachers attending classes comes from the north and south sides.

The buzz head walked straight into the English teacher's office.

The English teacher’s office is as big as half a classroom, but it still looks very crowded. The desks are lined up in two rows, with more than a dozen. On the desks, on the floor, and in the kitchen, there are teachers using books or students using materials.

"Is the head teacher of Class 84 here?" asked Banbuttie very politely.

A male teacher who was half-white in his head raised his head and said, "I am, which classmate's parent are you?"

"I'm not a parent, I'm here to deliver the message," said Banbuttie quickly. "A middle-aged woman had a car accident and was in a serious situation. She said her son was in Class 84 and she wanted to see her son."

"Ah? What's the name?"

"Is it a student in your class?"

"Yes, yes. I'll take you to find him now." The male teacher left the seat and walked out of the office quickly.

The buzz cut followed the male teacher and soon arrived at the door of the classroom in Class 84. The male teacher called out a male student from the classroom.

"This is Xia Hongjun. Tell him."

"Is there anything you have to do with me, uncle?" the male student asked politely.

"Your mother had a car accident and she wanted to see you." Banbuhou said anxiously.

"Where did the car accident happen? My mom?" The male student was stunned.

“It’s right near Walmart Supermarket in Beijing and Tianjin Road.”

"That's impossible, you must have made a mistake. My mother has been out for two days and has only returned to Guanghai this afternoon."

"That's right. It's afternoon now."

The male student glanced at the buzz cutter and said, "Uncle, my mother and I were on the phone at noon, and the car she was in arrived at 4:50."

"Is that true? Should I take the high-speed train or a long-distance shuttle bus?" Banbuhou blurted out.

The male student and the male teacher looked at the buzz cut in surprise.

"Oh, I want to check it clearly." Banbuhou said awkwardly, "If this is the case, then the trouble will be great. The woman told me very clearly that her son's name is Xia Hongjun."

"Can the words be homophones be different?" the half-white male teacher reminded.

"He told me that it was the geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese's geese'

"I just said you were wrong. I am the big Hong, the pretty Jun. Teacher, I went in." The male student turned around and walked into the classroom.

"I'm really wrong. I'll go back and ask clearly. Damn, I'm afraid it's too late." The buzz cut left in a hurry.

The male teacher stood there and said to himself: "He clearly said that he was from Class 84. Isn't there only Xia Hongjun in Class 84? What's going on?"

...

On the avenue outside the north wall of the private aristocratic school, a taxi rushed to the front. The taxi suddenly braked urgently one hundred meters away from the intersection turning to the main gate.

"What are you doing? You want me to hurry up, and now you want me to brake urgently." The taxi driver complained.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll let you eat a knife!" a short and strong man cursed. He threw 50 yuan to the driver.

"Don't scare the master, you'll get out of the car." Vice President Guo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said.

"He deserves a beating!" The man nicknamed Niu Egg still cursed and got out of the car just after following the other two people sitting in the back seat.

The four people quickly flashed behind a camphor tree as soon as they got off the car.

"Vice President Guo is really two people from Qi Dagen. He has long hair nicknamed artist, and his nickname is sissy with grandma gray." A tall young man said. This man was born with yellow hair, so he has a nickname called Huangmao.

"How did these two people appear here?" Vice President Guo said in confusion.

"Can he have the same purpose as us?" said another young man. This young man is of medium height and as strong as a cow egg. Because his skin is very dark, he has a nickname called Black Man.

"I think so too." Niu egg echoed. "What are they doing here? Are they taking the little girl in the third grade of junior high school?"

"Don't talk nonsense," said Vice President Guo. "Black man, you touch him from the side and get as close to the artists and sissy as possible, and listen to what they are talking about."

"Okay." The black man put on his sunglasses, turned his collar up, and left with his head down.

"Where are we? Don't we go to transfer Xia Weixin's son Xia Hongjun?" Huang Mao asked.

"If they were the same as our purpose, it would be too late for us to adjust now. We would also expose us if we waited for the call from the black people." Vice President Guo said.

...

Banbutt trotted out of the school gate, and then ran towards his accomplices artists and sissy.

"Has the news been called?" asked the long hair.

"It's been transferred out. Zheng Yanli has been out for two days. She spoke to her son at noon and arrived in Guanghai at 4:50 in the afternoon." Banbuttie said excitedly. "In this way, it can be confirmed that the special person Cao Zhengxuan saw was Zheng Yanli."

"Four-fifty?" Long hair looked at the phone, "It's two-fifty now. There are still two hours left."

"Have you figured out whether to take the train or the shuttle bus?" asked the sissy.

"I almost exposed it just by asking this question. I inferred that it must be a train."

"It cannot be based on inference. The fucking information must be accurate. Guanghai only has a long-distance bus station and a train station. We have time to get the information right." The artist said.

"Not bad. Boss, please contact Mr. Qi quickly and clarify your next action goals." said the sissy.
Chapter completed!