The poem was handwritten—the upper portion in elegant English cursive, the lower portion in neat regular script.
While picking up things earlier, the students had seen too many such handwritten characters, so they recognized Lin Wanxing’s handwriting at first glance.
Everyone was quite excited at first.
But after reading the last sentence, no one could smile anymore.
Looking carefully, there were light shadow blocks around the poem on the fax paper. It seemed the poem wasn’t written directly on the opposite side of the paper, but had been written on something else and then copied over.
Moreover, the very chuunibyou mission text below the poem was clearly in a different handwriting from Lin Wanxing’s.
So, it must have been someone else who wrote that last line about saving a lost ☆.
The only ☆ they knew was that one.
“Is someone asking us to save our teacher?” Zhi Hui asked, uncharacteristically agitated.
Emily Dickinson was a famous American poet of the twentieth century.
From the age of twenty-five, she refused social interactions, stayed in her old house, remained secluded for half her life, and wrote poetry in peace and solitude for thirty years.
Only a few of her poems were published during her lifetime. It wasn’t until after her death that her sister discovered over 1,000 poems in an iron box. Only then did those exquisite works become widely circulated and deeply influence the entire American continent.
This was all the information the students found when they searched for the poet of the fax transmission.
She was a woman with her own independent spiritual and soul world. Lin Wanxing must have liked this poem to have copied it down.
But—
“How is our teacher lost?”
“What does this mean exactly?”
The words “save” and “lost” obviously had ominous implications. Lin Wanxing must be facing difficulties she couldn’t resolve.
But for the students, they had no idea what had happened!
Among all of them, perhaps only Wang Fa could sense the darkness and loneliness Lin Wanxing had once experienced.
She had once candidly admitted her suicidal tendencies, but what specifically they were, Lin Wanxing never gave him a chance to understand.
Wang Fa could forcibly breach her privacy, but that would always be too disrespectful to Lin Wanxing, yet the content of the fax seemed urgent.
“Let’s search online first,” he finally chose the most appropriate approach.
“Ah, secretly checking up on Teacher feels wrong, doesn’t it?”
“How can it be secret if it’s something you can see online?” Qi Liang quickly responded.
In this regard, they had to thank Lin Wanxing herself for teaching the students well. They were capable and proactive.
Qi Liang directly lit up the computer in the small storage room of the tutoring center opened Baidu, and typed in the three characters “Lin Wanxing.”
Soon, the page displayed numerous search results related to “Lin Wanxing.”
Lin Wanxing and Ma Wei Full Text Free Reading No Pop-ups Grand Finale
Lin Wanxing Sweet
Lin Wanxing Name Test Score—Five Elements Query—Three Talents Five Formats Auspicious and Inauspicious
“Who’s Ma Wei?” Feng Suo glanced at the search results and immediately asked Wang Fa, “How did our teacher get involved with him?”
“That’s a pirated novel website.” Qi Liang pointed to the second page, exasperated.
The content on the second page was largely similar to the first.
The name “Lin Wanxing” was somewhat popular; three different types of web novels all had a female character with this name. The web pages that came up were all storylines of her being lovey-dovey with others.
In the end, even Qi Liang couldn’t bear to look anymore.
He directly clicked the × and reopened Baidu.
“Search ‘Yongchuan University Lin Wanxing.'” Wang Fa pondered briefly before saying this.
Narrowing the scope was certainly a common search method. But Wang Fa, suddenly recalled Lin Wanxing’s unease when she encountered her former teacher at Dongming Lake in Yongchuan. That reaction was almost an emotional breakdown, though Lin Wanxing controlled it well, Wang Fa could sense her traumatic stress.
On the computer webpage, after narrowing the scope, many pieces of information related to Lin Wanxing herself indeed appeared. There were her published papers, news of her being a top-scoring student in the college entrance examination, and even some announcements of good news from the official Yongchuan University website.
To summarize in one sentence, Lin Wanxing was truly outstanding.
Since Lin Wanxing was so impressive, everyone became more curious about why she ended up watching over sports equipment in the storage room.
The students changed search terms and simply started searching for “Yongchuan University Psychology.”
This search turned up all sorts of murder news.
The university’s criminal psychology program was nationally top-tier, and its crime rate was equally remarkably high. Recently, there was a horrifying incident where three bodies were dug up under a tree by the school lake.
A male criminal psychologist with the same surname as Lin Wanxing frequently appeared in the news.
The students naturally filtered out this information.
“Go back half a year.” Wang Fa thought for a moment and found the issue. If Lin Wanxing had experienced something at the university, the time should have been a bit earlier.
But Yongchuan University from before was… also… not peaceful at all.
Minor fires, student self-harm, professor suicide, workplace harassment, drug accidents… of course, most of these didn’t specifically occur in the psychology department.
However, the university itself was the size of a small town with tens of thousands of people, and the various social incidents that had occurred were enough to make one’s head spin. Perhaps Lin Wanxing’s story was mixed among these incidents, but most related discussions omitted names, so they had no way to start.
Everyone searched diligently for a very long time. Qi Liang had long been unable to resist rubbing his eyes, Zheng Feiyang was so tired he was crouching on the ground looking at his phone, and Fu Xinshu was persisting, but his face was pale.
“Let’s turn it off,” Wang Fa finally said.
The internet investigation was destined to make minimal progress. Many deeper contents wouldn’t be captured by search engines. They weren’t hackers and couldn’t use gray methods to investigate.
Moreover, even if they could, it would be difficult to grasp the moral scale, being too disrespectful to the person involved.
The room fell silent again, with only the faint mechanical sound emitted by the old computer.
“So what do we do now?” Zheng Feiyang said somewhat dejectedly. “Why doesn’t Coach Jiang just tell us directly?”
Based on the CD Wen Chengye received, everyone had already recognized the “mystery person” as Coach Jiang, so—
“You no longer have Coach Jiang’s contact information?” Wang Fa asked after some thought.
“We went to his house later, but the house had been sold,” the students suddenly exclaimed. “Damn, are aliens targeting us? Coach Jiang left just like that, and that woman too!”
“What about Teacher Qian?” Wang Fa suddenly asked.
“Free 100 Times Ball Borrowing Card,” “Strange Cigarette Box,” “Treasure Map,” “Pie Delivery Order,” “CD”…
Lin Wanxing had once speculated that the person who had been guiding her and the students to meet was Teacher Qian.
After all, someone who could leave these clues not only needed to understand the students’ activities but also cleverly deliver clues at the right time.
It had to be a teacher or staff member at the school.
Even if the “mystery person” behind the scenes was Coach Jiang, he still needed an accomplice, and the possibility of this accomplice being Teacher Qian was very high.
If they couldn’t find Coach Jiang now, couldn’t they at least find Teacher Qian?