"Uncle, you seem very interested in us." The bespectacled student was mature and polite, he felt that Gao Ming didn't come across as a psychologically disturbed fugitive, yet he was definitely far from a good person.
"Do you still remember the name of the kid who didn't come?" Gao Ming's attire was different from those Investigation Bureau members in uniform; he now looked more like a private detective assisting the police.
"Gao Ming has always been in poor health, never joining us for activities," a girl in the second row answered Gao Ming's question, "He's the librarian of our class, and he usually likes to read alone."
