"Little mongrel, little mongrel, little mongrel that no one wants. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info no father, no mother, no little mongrel at home. The hoarse voice in the voice change period seems to be singing a nursery rhyme with rhythm, but when you listen carefully, it is full of unbearable sentences with deep malice.

It's a classroom, probably during recess, and the teacher isn't in the class. The girls sat in their seats in twos and threes, chatting and frolicking. The boys, on the other hand, were all gathered in the last row, one by one, as if playing some kind of game.

And this game is called to see whose fists are hard.

A group of children formed a circle, and in the middle of the ground sat a boy. Disheveled, with his head down, unable to see his expression.

"Which of us comes first?" At this time, someone launched an inquiry.

"I'll come first." A boy rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists, looking eager to try.

Then there was a "thump" sound, the sound of fists hitting other objects.

This sound lasted for about ten seconds, one louder than the other, and it was calculated to be about three or four punches, and one punch was heavier than the other. In between, there was no sound other than the sound of fists and the boy's unclean swearing. No one stopped it, and no one cried out.

"Okay, Li Daniu, it's time, you failed again today, and you have to treat you to ice after school at night." The boy standing in the middle spoke, and the people around him looked at him, not refuting only approval, and faintly complying. It seems that he is the leader of this group of young boys.

Listening to his words, the kid named Li Daniu frowned a little reluctantly, but he still agreed. The little boy in the lead nodded with satisfaction, maybe he was thinking about Li Daniu's ice drink, maybe he was satisfied with his own ability to do so.

Probably still unwilling, Li Daniu turned around again, kicked heavily at the little boy sitting on the ground, and then spat viciously before leaving the encirclement and returning to his seat with a hideous face.

And the little boy who was surrounded in the middle had indifferent eyebrows, did not speak, did not refute, did not pay attention, as if he did not feel anything, and it was as if this Li Da Niu was beaten, kicked, and spitted was not him.

Then, one person after another, punched again and again.

"Jingle Bells" ......

The bell for class came so late, but it finally came.

"Damn, this kid didn't cry this time." When the bell rang, the boys became a little angry.

So, we were finally able to know what they were comparing, whose fists were harder, and who could make him cry.

It's really a ridiculous and hateful boring competition, using a child's body and dignity to satisfy other people's desire for fun and meaningless comparison.

"Forget it, don't worry, there are times when he cries." The leading child smiled softly and seemed to be in a good mood. He glanced at the little boy on the ground and leisurely returned to his seat.

Seeing the little boy in the middle leave, the remaining boys also left the last row in twos and threes, hula, the last row was all scattered, and only the beaten child remained.

At this time, the little boy sitting on the ground stood up silently and walked back to his place not far away.

But because he went back too late, the teacher had already walked into the classroom, and seeing that he was still standing next to his seat and not sitting down, he wrinkled his eyebrows unhappily, "Jiang Tao, what's the matter with you, every time you are the last." Do you not want to go to my class, if you don't want to go to it, you go out. The boy named Jiang Tao stood still, but the class let out a loud laugh.

The teacher looked at this situation, his face darkened, and his voice finally became quieter.

"Forget it, you're standing in this class." After saying that, the teacher turned around and started to write the board book. And Jiang Tao just quietly picked up the book and looked at it, as if he was used to it.

The last row, a separate position, is the only student standing in the classroom. All this, like his people, exudes a pitiful look of loneliness.

Forensic Doctor's Office

"Yiqing, you pack up and hurry up and follow me into the dissection room." As soon as I entered the office and put down my backpack, Xiao Zheng's voice came. What's the situation with this person?,I didn't even speak to know if I was coming?,Youkai don't bring such a plug-in.。

Looking at the breakfast in my hand, it seemed that I didn't have a chance to taste it today, so I reluctantly put the breakfast on the table, took a big sip of soy milk, and I quickly stepped into the locker room. It's been a month and a half since the internship, except for He Yi's case, I haven't encountered any cases about monsters, maybe it's really like Xiao Zheng said, such cases rarely happen now, and there is a certain balance between the demon race and humans.

However, it is a good thing.

"What, what's the case today?" Before I put on my mask, I asked Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng stood in front of the morgue, watching in silence. Hearing what I said, he looked back at me.

"See for yourself."

Well, I really want to roll my eyes and show him, but after all, he is my mentor, and he has the promise I made last time. So I could only think about it, and finally obediently went to see it myself.

What appeared before my eyes was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, with a pale face and a kind of posthumous stiffness. He was also wearing the school uniform of No. 5 Middle School in City C. The No. 5 Middle School in City C is a school with only a junior high school, that is to say, this child is no more than fifteen years old, and he is still very young, or very young.

I felt very sad for a while, such a young life, such a brilliant youth, who can bear to strangle it.

"This was sent in the early hours of this morning, it was found at the entrance of the alley when the cleaner was preparing to go to work in the morning, there was nothing on him except school uniforms and a few pieces of change, the cause of death is unknown, and his identity is unknown. The relevant departments are also visiting near the school to investigate the identity of the deceased, and the on-site personnel initially investigated that there were no obvious injuries on the deceased's body, but because the place where the body was found and the situation on the deceased felt somewhat suspicious, the possibility of accidental homicide could not be completely ruled out, so it was sent for a detailed investigation. ”

"Oh." I was still very depressed, and there was nothing sadder than seeing a young life end.

I didn't say anything more, I had to do my own thing silently, and the last thing I could do for this child was probably to try to find the truth of death for him.

"Xiao Zheng!" Suddenly, I called Xiao Zheng's name, and my voice was several louder than usual.

"What's going on?" Xiao Zheng, who was preparing on the side, was startled by me and hurriedly looked at me.