78: Chapter 81 Zhou Yifei arrives at the station; time to clear the trash.

By the time Fang Jiming walked out of the teaching building, the sky had already begun to darken.

Autumn days in Nanqiao are short; by four in the afternoon, the sun had already dipped low, stretching the shadows of No. 19 Middle School's mottled walls long across the ground.

He sat down on a stone bench by the playground and pulled out his phone to dial Chen Jianhua's number.

It was answered after one ring.

"Mr. Fang."

"Old Chen, what is Zhou Yifei's current situation?"

The sound of flipping files came from the other end of the line. Chen Jianhua's speaking speed was as fast as ever, each word enunciated clearly and crisply.

"He arrived at the Nanqiao Bus Station at 2:17 PM and checked into Room 312 of the Jindun Express Hotel on Qiaonan Avenue. He used his own ID card for registration and has not left the room yet."

Fang Jiming rubbed his chin with his free hand.

"Have you organized the things we found earlier?"

"They were organized the night before last. There are two copies."

Chen Jianhua slowed his speaking pace slightly.

"One complete version, containing screenshots of the original chat logs and a summary of his criminal record from the public security system. One simplified version containing only the core evidence, for easy presentation in person."

"What about the situation with his four targets?"

Chen Jianhua paused for a moment, his tone carrying a hint of warmth for the first time.

"Mr. Fang, it's not four; it's five."

He paused for half a beat.

"This morning, my people found that he has another burner account on a different platform. He is using a different set of tactics to hit on a girl who just started her third year of middle school. In the chat logs, he has already started arranging to meet her."

Fang Jiming: ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ

His fingers gripped the edge of his phone case so hard that his fingernails turned white.

"Third year of middle school."

"Yes, fourteen years old. Her name is Xiao Chen, and she is from Jiangbei City."

Fang Jiming closed his eyes for a moment, held his breath for two beats, and lowered his voice below the line of calmness.

"Alright. Package all the materials and write two whistleblower letters. Send one to the Qiaonan Police Station and the other to the police station in his registered place of residence. Submit them in the name of The Foundation's legal department."

"The process is already underway. I know Captain Zhao from the Public Security Brigade at the Qiaonan Police Station. I will meet with him tonight to hand over the materials and communicate verbally first."

"Also, Mr. Fang, there is something you need to decide."

"Speak."

"With the current strength of the evidence, the police can open an investigation, but in practice, it may take a few days for the process. During this window, if he actively contacts your students, how should we intercept him?"

Fang Jiming thought for three seconds.

"I will go see him in person tomorrow."

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"You are going yourself?"

"Yes, I'm going to have a chat with him."

Chen Jianhua coughed, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"Mr. Fang, I suggest you bring someone with you. These types of unemployed drifters with criminal records are emotionally unstable. If he tries something..."

"I know. I will contact our school's PE teacher, Coach Wang, to come with me. You saw that sturdy guy on the playground when you came to the school last time."

"The 1.85-meter retired judo athlete."

"Yes, that's him."

"Understood. I will arrange for two people to follow from a distance just in case."

Fang Jiming: ╮(╯_╰)╭

"He's just a bar bartender, Old Chen. You're making this sound like a drug bust."

"Mr. Fang, there is no such thing as a small matter when it comes to safety."

"Fine, fine, fine. Do it your way."

After hanging up, Fang Jiming opened WeChat and sent a message to Coach Wang.

"Brother Tiemeng, are you free tomorrow afternoon? I need a favor."

About thirty seconds after the message was sent, Coach Wang's voice message popped back.

Fang Jiming tapped it open, and Coach Wang's muffled voice came through, with the sound of dumbbells clanking in the background.

"I'm free. What's up?"

Fang Jiming typed back: "Someone from outside is harassing our students. I need to go warn him tomorrow. No need to fight, just stand there."

Coach Wang's second voice message popped over, this one two seconds longer than the last.

"Harassing students? Which student?"

The voice cut off for half a beat and then continued.

"How serious is it? Should we call the police first?"

Fang Jiming: (ˉ▽ˉ；)

Usually, if he asked this guy to run a few extra laps on the playground, he would complain about being tired, but he becomes instantly energetic the moment he hears students are being harassed.

Fang Jiming briefly explained the situation without mentioning too many details, just saying it was an outsider harassing a female student and he needed him to back him up.

Coach Wang's last voice message was only four words long.

"Free. What time?"

Fang Jiming set the meeting time for 2:00 PM tomorrow at the school gate.

After sending the message, he leaned back against the stone bench and looked up at the sunset, which was burning red on the horizon.

The phone vibrated again.

A message from Teacher Wen Ruyan.

"How did the talk with the parents go today?"

Fang Jiming thought for a moment and replied: "It went okay. The three of them hugged and cried for half an hour. I went through two boxes of tissues."

Teacher Wen Ruyan: "??? Didn't you only prepare one box?"

"I later pulled out the spare box from under the desk, but it still wasn't enough. In the end, his dad had to make do with his own handkerchief."

Teacher Wen Ruyan replied after a few seconds.

"It seems like you can think of everything in advance."

Fang Jiming stared at this line of text for two seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he replied with a period.

Teacher Wen Ruyan: "What do you mean by replying with a period?"

Fang Jiming: "It means I've received this compliment, but I choose not to let it go to my head."

Teacher Wen Ruyan's avatar went grey for about five seconds, and then an eye-rolling emoji popped up.

Fang Jiming put his phone in his pocket and stood up, walking towards the teaching building.

When he passed the classroom on the east side of the first floor, the door was open, and there was no one inside.

Three mineral water bottles had been cleared from the table, the tissue box was empty, and the crumpled tissue balls had been cleaned up.

The chairs had been pushed back to their original positions, neat and tidy.

Only the pink plush rabbit on the table remained, the bow on its ear looking exceptionally soft in the evening light.

The rabbit was positioned slightly askew from where he had placed it, and one corner of the bow had been crumpled before being carefully smoothed out by someone.

Fang Jiming looked at the faint water stains remaining on the tabletop, picked up the last unopened bottle of mineral water, and stuffed it into his hoodie pocket.

When he walked out of the teaching building, the light in the small office next door was still on; the psychological counselor, Lin Wei, was packing up materials.

Fang Jiming knocked on the door.

"Teacher Lin, thank you for your hard work on the follow-up today."

Lin Wei pushed up her glasses and looked at him, her expression somewhat complex.

"Teacher Fang, I have been doing family counseling for eight years. It is very rare for the first formal dialogue to allow all three parties to release their emotions to this extent, as happened today."

"Your preliminary groundwork was very solid. It's clear that you spent a lot of time working with both Han's mother and Han's father individually."

Fang Jiming leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

"I'm just a teacher; I'm not that professional. It mainly relied on you being able to stabilize things at the end."

Lin Wei shook her head and placed a business card on the table.

"It is recommended that Ms. Zhao's personal psychological counseling continue. Mr. Han also needs to gradually return to his family role; this process will not be short."

"I will follow up. Can I refer Auntie Zhao to you for long-term counseling? I will cover the costs."

"Yes, I have slots on Wednesday and Friday afternoons."

Fang Jiming nodded, picked up the business card, tucked it away, said goodbye to Lin Wei, and walked into the twilight.

Fang Jiming: ( ◡ ‿ ◡ )

In his mind, the System Panel hung quietly in the corner. Han Bingbing's transformation progress had just jumped to 38%, the numbers still flickering slightly.

He took out his phone and glanced at the latest tracking report sent by Chen Jianhua four minutes ago.

Zhou Yifei left the hotel at 7:43 PM and walked to an internet cafe on Qiaonan Avenue to go online. He is currently online.

Fang Jiming turned off the screen and quickened his pace.

2:00 PM tomorrow.

It's time to clean up the trash.