At the computer, the man flipping through electronic files suddenly looked up.
The man was plump, with an evident bald spot resembling a vast expanse of the Mediterranean, quite eye-catching.
The moment he looked up and saw Zhong Mingda and others, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly clicked the mouse a few times and got up in a fluster, saying, "Oh, it’s nothing... I just came to check some materials. Principal, why have you come back?"
Jiangli watched Professor Huang, his eyes slightly shifting.
Professor Huang had a broad face, but small facial features, especially a pair of little black-bean eyes that appeared like two tiny dots on a large plate.
However, below was a large hawk-like nose.
The entire set of facial features was quite disharmonious.
The tiny black-bean eyes looked overly shrewd, suggesting a cleverness about him.
Such cleverness wasn’t indicative of true wisdom, the flexibility of thought that could lead to fickleness, a propensity for cunning little tricks but no great talent.
It wasn’t considered a good physiognomy.
"What materials are you looking at?" While Jiangli was observing Professor Huang, Zhong Mingda also sensed something amiss, "School hasn’t started yet, what is so urgent that you need to check it now?"
Professor Huang appeared somewhat unnatural, his eyes darting, "I, I was just looking at the student records. You know, Principal, Ai Tingting and Guo Wenxuan were my students. Since something sudden happened to them, I definitely cannot rest easy. I wanted to come over, check their records, and see if there’s anything I could help with?"
Zhong Mingda was half-convinced, "Really?"
Professor Huang’s face was all smiles, "Otherwise, what could I be doing? Principal, there’s nothing valuable here; I certainly didn’t come to steal anything, right?"
Hearing him say this, Zhong Mingda relaxed his eyebrows and didn’t think further, "Fine, since you’re looking at the records, then pull out the files of Guo Wenxuan and Ai Tingting, and also look up if there have been any student deaths on campus in the past few years."
Professor Huang’s eyelids twitched violently, "Principal, why, why are you suddenly asking for these?"
"The police are investigating," Zhong Mingda introduced Song Taishan, "This is Captain Song from the police station."
Professor Huang’s face suddenly turned a bit pale.
The more Jiangli watched Professor Huang’s expression, the stranger she found it.
"Do you know something?" she suddenly asked.
Professor Huang turned his head blankly, "What?"
He didn’t respond immediately.
Jiangli said, "Although you are their teacher, this is a homicide case. The police will definitely investigate, but you come here alone to check the records. I can’t help feeling like you know something."
Zhong Mingda’s heart sank. He had felt something was off earlier, and after hearing Jiangli’s words, the uneasy feeling intensified.
He immediately asked sternly, "Professor Huang, do you know something?"
Professor Huang clutched the corner of his clothes tightly and quickly shook his head, "No, nothing..." He then glared at Jiangli, "Who are you anyway? You don’t know anything, so stop talking nonsense here."
"I’m a police officer." Song Taishan took out his badge, his face stern, staring intently at Professor Huang, "If you know something, you’d better cooperate with us. Concealing information is tantamount to abetting a crime, and that’s against the law."
Professor Huang’s facial skin violently twitched, and the muscles on his chubby face seemed to be dancing.
Sweat beads formed quickly on his forehead.
He raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, swallowing his saliva. Under the pressure of the police, he said hoarsely, "I, I’m not really sure..."
Upon hearing him begin to speak, Zhong Mingda immediately said, "So you do know something? Speak up now!"
Professor Huang shook his sleeve, coughed, and said, "Actually, I’m not very clear, it’s just that... something suddenly came to mind..."