### Volume 1 Chapter 5: Sugar Paper Storm
When Su Yuwei's nails were embedded in the sheepskin cover of the piano score, the noon sunlight just penetrated the stained glass of the concert hall. She squatted at the bottom of the grand piano and picked up the blood-stained mint paper - the remaining teeth marks on the aluminum foil perfectly matched the ice that Jiang Zhixi had bitten yesterday.
"I found you." She put the candy paper on page 147 of the French intensive reading textbook, which is the page number of the chapter "Rotten Corpse" in "The Flower of Evil". The mobile phone lens aimed at the strawberry hair rope curled up in the gap of the keys and took the seventeenth forensic photo.
The club classroom at dusk is full of the smell of ink, and Xia Chan is making the school celebration program on the oil printing machine. Su Yuwei's high heels stepped on the power cord, and the shadow covered her like the wings of a black swan: "The privilege of poor students? Change the key to the piano room with your body?"
What!
A whole bucket of photo-washing fixative was poured on Xia Chan's back, and the chemical agent instantly eroded the cheap sweater. She protected her mother's handmade notebook and heard Su Yuwei's followers press the continuous shutter.
"Jiang Zhixi got another A+ in the piano evaluation last night." Su Yuwei picked up the blood-stained gauze from Xia Cicada's locker with tweezers. "If the judges knew that his fingers had touched this kind of garbage..." She suddenly pressed the gauze into the unhealed burn on the side of Xia Cicada's neck. "Will it be contagious?"
Xia Cicada held the other's wrist with her backhand, but at the moment of exertion, she caught a glimpse of the reflection of the lens flashing through the back door of the classroom. Jiang Zhixi stood in the backlight with his music in his arms, and his school uniform tie was as neat as a white silk tied to his neck.
"Continue." He suddenly came in and spread the registration form for the Chopin International Competition on the stained table. "Do you need more violent materials?" The slender finger unbuttoned the third button of the shirt, revealing the unremoved suture wound at the collarbone. "It's more shocking to shoot here."
Su Yuwei's powder box fell to the ground, and in the fragrant pink fog, Jiang Zhixi pulled down the left hearing aid and stuffed it into Xia Cicada's palm. The metal shell still retains body temperature. He opened the mobile phone album in front of everyone - last night's piano room surveillance showed that it was Su Yuwei who sneaked in and placed a forged ambiguous photo first.
"Your father just painted my Porsche with new paint." He wiped the fixed liquid splashed on the lens. "Guess, you used the money in your Swiss account?"
In the equipment room after school, Xia Chan rinsed her eyes with physiological saline. Jiang Zhixi leaned on the wrestling mat and smoked a cigarette, and the cigarette thread spilled all over the torn environmental protection initiative in her drawer.
"Why did you deliberately anger her?" Xia Cicada tore off the sweater stuck to the wound and found that he was drawing the burn on his collarbone on the sketchbook. "You obviously have a smarter solution."
Jiang Zhixi suddenly ironed the drawing paper with cigarette butts, and a translucent piano key shadow appeared in the firelight: "I want her to nail me to the victim's position." He licked off the blood beads oozing from his fingertips, "So my father is reluctant to break the most perfect puppet."
When the moonlight climbed into the iron door of the locker, Xia Chan found that her torn jeans had been changed into a brand-new school uniform. Jiang Zhixi adjusted the frequency of the hearing aid to her, and suffocated bruises appeared on her neck: "Please put the sugar paper away. That's my first time..."
His voice was cut off by the sudden sound of the surveillance alarm. Xia Cicada saw her pocket flickering in the changing mirror - Su Yuwei actually embedded a miniature eavesdropping device in her school emblem.
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