The two of them came to the Experimental Middle School again and went straight to the archives room.
A middle-aged woman wearing glasses held Wen Qiao's police officer ID card and studied it for a long time, carefully comparing the photo with the real person, as if she had to see something fishy before she would give up.
Wen Qiao felt a little uncomfortable when she saw him, and finally impatiently took the police ID card from her hand and asked, "Where are the student files from 2003 stored?"
"2003? No, our school was only established in 2005. Where is the information about 2003?"
Another surprise.
Liu Mengwei was just stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, pulling Wen Qiao and asked: "No, I remember that high school classmate of yours that day we met, didn't he say that the school had a predecessor, what was it called a middle school? "
Wen Qiao shook his head. His mind was completely outside the Five Elements that day, and he didn't even hear what they were saying.
Seeing that he couldn't remember it either, Liu Mengwei turned around and asked the middle-aged woman: "Sister, do you know what the previous name of this school was?"
When the woman heard Liu Mengwei call her "Sister", a look of surprise and shyness appeared on her face, and her attitude softened instantly: "It seems to be called Yingde Middle School. This is a new campus built after 2005. It was moved to New After the address was changed, it was changed to a new name.”
"Yes! Yingde Middle School!" Liu Mengwei smiled gratefully: "Did the files from Yingde Middle School move here together?"
"I really don't know about this. I only came to work here in 2008. I don't know much about what happened before that." The middle-aged woman answered truthfully.
"Then...is there any teacher who has been teaching at the school since Yingde Middle School?"
The woman thought for a while and said, "There must be some. Many teachers over 40 years old should have come from Yingde Middle School, but I can't be sure who they are."
"Sister, please help me think about it. Does anyone know where the files before the school was moved here were kept?" Liu Mengwei was so sincere that the woman was too embarrassed to refuse.
"Why don't you ask Director Huang? He is a veteran employee of the school, and since his retirement a year ago, he has mainly managed logistics and archives. He should know the best about this aspect." The woman gave them the answer. An idea.
After the conversation, they walked out of the archives room, and Wen Qiao couldn't help but look at her with admiration.
"I called my sister and I took the person down."
Liu Mengwei raised an eyebrow: "If you can solve the problem by calling me sister, what's the reason not to call me sister?"
"Sure enough, it's no wonder that even the guys in the police station were fooled by you." Wen Qiao's words were thorny, but Liu Mengwei seemed to be used to his attitude now, with a "what can you do to me" attitude. Looked at him proudly.
"Who are you?" Wen Qiao had no hope of getting an answer, but still asked.
Liu Mengwei's eyes were as charming as silk: "You call me good sister and I will tell you."
Wen Qiao was slightly startled, but finally took the lead to avoid her gaze, turned around and left to find Huang Yang.
Liu Mengwei followed him and scolded: "Look, calling me sister can solve the problem, but you don't call me. Instead, you blame me for playing tricks. I have never seen such an unreasonable person like you."
…
Huang Yang is actually in his own office. When Liu Mengwei and Wen Qiao knocked on the door, he took off his reading glasses and sat upright to look at the visitor.
He seemed to still have an impression of Wen Qiao, and stood up to greet him: "The police officer is still here to investigate the case today? It's really hard work. Is there anything you need my help with when you come to me?"
Wen Qiao liked his straight-to-the-point style, so he said directly: "We need the school's student files before 2005."
Huang Yang was caught off guard when he heard this request: "Can I ask what it is for?"
"No." Wen Qiao said coldly: "You just need to provide it to us for a look. We will not make any form of records."
Huang Yang hesitated for a moment and then said: "Okay. Some of the previous files are still piled in the warehouse. If the police comrades want to check it, then I will definitely cooperate with your work."
They came to a small, locked room next to the archives. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of dust and mold mixed with the smell of ink hit my face. It seemed that few people came to this small warehouse on weekdays.
"Since the new campus was built, some files from the old school have been piled up here. I originally wanted to take some time to sort them out, but I was too busy at work, and I no longer have the energy after retirement." Huang Yang sighed.
Wen Qiao had already walked into the rows of bookcases and started searching, but Liu Mengwei chatted with Huang Yang calmly.
"What subject did Teacher Huang teach before?"
"physics."
"Physics?" Liu Mengwei opened his mouth in surprise: "I've always been very good at reading people. I originally thought that Teacher Huang taught liberal arts such as Chinese, but I didn't expect that I misjudged him today."
When Huang Yang heard what she said, he couldn't help but smile: "I do also like literature, and I have communicated with the Chinese teacher in the school."
"So that's it." Liu Mengwei looked like he suddenly realized it.
Huang Yang also took the opportunity to chat with her: "What's your last name, police officer?"
"My surname is Liu, but I'm not a police officer," Liu Meng said with a smile, "Teacher Huang and I are in the same group."
"Really?" Huang Yang said in surprise: "Officer Liu... No, then what subject does Teacher Liu teach?"
"Criminal Psychology."
Huang Yang's expression froze: "Criminal psychology? No wonder you and the police are working on the case together."
"Teacher Huang used to teach physics at Yingde Middle School, right?" Liu Mengwei asked.
"Yes, it was all 15 years ago. Time flies so fast." Huang Yang sighed softly.
"What are Officer Wen looking for? Do you need my help?" Huang Yang asked.
"Don't worry about him, let him do his work alone." Liu Mengwei deliberately shouted loudly in the direction of the row of bookcases, and then continued chatting with Huang Yang: "The students who were studying in Yingde Middle School at that time should be those Children from nearby villages."
"Yes. Yingde Middle School used to be in Dongbaozhuang, about five or six kilometers away from us. It mainly accepts children from Dongbaozhuang and nearby villages." Huang Yang was a little absent-minded.
Liu Mengwei seemed not to notice anything unusual about him, and continued to ask: "Are there any students here who particularly impressed Teacher Huang?"
But before Huang Yang could answer, he saw Wen Qiao walking out of the dusty bookcase with a booklet in his hand.
He walked up to the two of them and said to Liu Mengwei: "When I talked about Yingde Middle School just now, I was thinking about where I had seen the name of this school."
He turned the booklet to a certain page and handed it to her. Liu Mengwei took it and took a look. The cover said the 8th issue of "Hua Chao Poetry Society".
On the opened page is a small poem, the title is "Flower Dynasty"
In the spring of March/the plum blossoms have just faded/the jasmine has not yet bloomed/the white horse is wearing a flower crown/the oriole is singing and dancing wildly
March in the flower dynasty/The peach blossoms are beautiful/The bamboo branches are always green/I step on the white horse to catch up/The oriole no longer sings/You keep looking up at the moon
More than ten years ago, computer typing and printing were not as common in schools as they are today. Sometimes teachers would write a test paper by hand first and then copy it, let alone a campus poetry magazine that was organized and compiled by students. .
On the cover, the color of the watercolor pencil drawing has faded by three points, and the paper pages have wrinkles that have been dried again after being damp. But such a simple school magazine contained the hard work of every author at that time. They use childish brushstrokes to describe the unique youthful mood at that time and that moment.
The author of the poem is Qin Nanzhu, and her beautiful and neat fonts are exactly the same as those on the insurance policy.
