For the average student, recess time is never too much. At the end of each class, a few boys would sit around and start a variety of self-created games. They will use the textbook used in the previous class as a ring, and then take out erasers of different shapes and put them on it, and hit their own erasers with their middle fingers to collide with others, and the person who is knocked off the textbook will lose. This kind of turn-based game seems simple, but it is very technically tested, and every time a trembling ejection is made, there will be a few pairs of bright eyes staring at it, for fear that if one is not careful, his own eraser will be shot down. Every time an eraser rolls off the textbook, the winner will definitely flick the loser's head triumphantly, and then take away the eraser he dropped, which is called "trophies". These boys, afraid of the teacher's surprise inspection after class, did not dare to take out large toys, and could only play opportunistically through this kind of stationery. The erasers they use are usually popular cartoon characters on TV, and Tingting can sometimes be seen bouncing their favorite bear Chunchun by them. Although Tingting knew that those erasers were not real, he was still inexplicably distressed. Luckily, because the bear is so round that it can easily be hit and rolled by other characters' rubbers, boys rarely use it.

Of course, there's more to the boys' entertainment than that. The two windows on the side of the door are the hottest ones, and they will discharge the round pieces of iron against the window groove and blow in turn by guessing the fist. When the iron piece is turned up, it can be taken away, which is also called "trophie". This activity doesn't look as exciting as playing an eraser, but it's something that the more affluent boys do. A tin sheet with a beautiful cartoon character is worth at least 5 erasers. This activity comes with a high gambling mentality, and there is a risk of being caught by the teacher at any time, and those who dare to play this will definitely be respected among the boys. And some boys are looking for this kind of tension and excitement. This made Tingting a little incomprehensible.

Compared to the boys who have a lot of ideas, the girls don't have much entertainment, nothing more than two or three "sisters" chatting together, flipping over the flower rope, or sharing the latest magazine.

But none of this has anything to do with Tingting, since she was slandered by Wang Yawen and became a habitual thief in the class, no one is looking at her. Maybe she can also listen to the teacher's ideas as she wants in class, and immerse herself in the satisfaction of increasing knowledge. It was only the end of the short class time, and as soon as the long recess time came, her spiritual freedom was over. Now Wang Yawen still regards herself as Tingting's "partner", and the two smokers surround her, laughing, fighting, and rummaging over her things. Tingting's desk is always cluttered, her belly is always stinking, and her textbooks are always full of thick watercolor lines. She did not dare to speak, nor to hinder, nor to be angry, for if she had to upset them a little, a cold hand or two would reach into her clothes, find a remote spot, and hit her nails fiercely.

Tingting was now scared of physical contact with others, because she knew the cascading pain all too well. Just like the green on his chest that melted like watercolor paint, it gradually changed into clusters of goose yellow, circles of withered brown, clusters of black and purple, and poke blood red. Normally, there is still a little more than half a year to go on such days. Tingting could only keep praying in his heart that the torture he suffered would end sooner. But she didn't know that this wish of hers would soon be fulfilled.

A police car stopped honking at the school gate and then plunged headlong into the schoolyard. Tingting was now in the sixth grade, and the classroom was on the first floor, and around the corner was the office of the various homeroom teachers, so she could see three or four policemen entering one after another. However, she was a little surprised, because there was a familiar face, Xu Mengheng. The criminal policeman who went to Sister Ling's house to help Qingtang actually came to the school?

Soon, a few curious students came back excitedly to share what they had learned, "Big news! Big news! It seems that Zhang Wei's family in Class 2 of the fourth grade was killed! "Now, the boys don't play games anymore, and the girls don't talk anymore, looking at them all together. It is conceivable that their minds must now be full of all kinds of bizarre crime plots that they have read from novels.

Tingting hugged her head in horror, recalling yesterday's scene, she was very worried about whether this person named "Zhang Wei" would live in Huajie Lane. Although she was not at ease in the morning, she went to the single-family cottage last night and looked at it from a distance, but she did not find anything obvious unusual. Now that the police have arrived at the school, the timing of the crime is too coincidental, and she can't help but feel frightened. So after school, she pulled Xiaopang and nervously went to yesterday's cottage to have another look.

Sure enough, at this time, the front of the house was already bustling, it was the end of the general work day, and there were many residents in the surrounding alleys watching. The black and yellow police cordon stretched straight in all directions, and there were still many police officers coming in and out. Unconsciously, the two actually got into the cordon.

"Hey, what are you two doing? I can't see it if I pull the yellow line. A policeman walked up impatiently, unceremoniously grabbed the two men by the collars, and dragged them out. Chubby and Tingting were frightened by the strange policeman just now, as if they had done something wrong, they hunched over and wanted to get out of the crowd, and they heard everyone's discussion unexpectedly.

"Come on, their family only moved here last year, and the children go to school in the real elementary school."

"It's this year, I just came here this summer, I don't know what to think, the sixth grade is about to graduate and I change the house rent, and if I want to rent, I will rent it to the junior high school."

"It's bad luck for their family."

"Dead?"

"I don't know, there seems to be blood stains in the house, and the family is gone."

"That's probably gone."

"The police have been tinkering here for a day, and they haven't found a name, so I guess the murderer won't be caught. The current police are just useless. ”

……

If it were anything else, Tingting might not have cared, but she clearly heard the name of their school from the mouths of those people, and immediately became nervous.

"What is the name of the child in this family?" Tingting asked the people around him anxiously.

"What's it called, do you remember?"

"It seems that the surname Zhang is what, the name is very ordinary, Zhang Wei? That's right, it's called Zhang Wei. ”

Tingting didn't want to believe it and could only believe it, the alley was bigger than she imagined, and there were children of the same age as her and going to the same school, but before she could make friends with this "Zhang Wei", she was separated from life and death. Yesterday she saw two black shadows disappearing carrying corpse-like sacks, which was about a lot of bad luck.

At this time, Xiaopang squeezed his hands and whispered to her with a little hesitation, "We seem to be witnesses, do you want to report it?" Tingting looked at the policemen who came in and out with black faces, and was also a little hesitant, "I feel that it's useless to see it, there is no effective information to report to them...... It's just a dark shadow, and I don't even see it. ”

"Yes."

"No, it seems to work, at least it can tell them when the crime happened, and the dark shadow formed by magic." Tingting smashed his right fist on his palm, and quietly refuted his previous point of view. Not only that, but she also took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself to go to the police.

"Hey, don't go." At this time, Xiaopang was instigated, and hurriedly grabbed her, "Don't go to the pavilion, what you said is a trivial matter, it's only a matter of time before the police find out, it's better not to go......"

"Why?"

"Think about it, those policemen can't find out for a long time, is it possible that there are ghosts, or that a certain policeman is the murderer. Moreover, the murderer may be in the middle of the crowd or hiding in a corner that we can't see. Yesterday we were already let go, and they saw our faces, and you went to report like this, what if those two people changed their minds and killed us? Chubby analyzed it seriously.

"You've read too many crime novels, haven't you...... It's bloody for you to think like that. Anyway, the murderer can't be the police. ”

"It's not impossible! Ouch, you just trust the police uncles, don't risk yourself, this is a murder. ”

Tingting swallowed a mouthful of saliva, although she felt that Xiaopang was indeed talking nonsense, but as he said, it was not impossible. Indeed, what happened at the time of the crime and the characteristics of the murderer, the police estimate that it will take some time to find out. I don't seem to have to go...... right? Let's go, let's go. Xiaopang had long wanted to leave this place, so he quickly pulled her out while Tingting was still struggling with his thoughts.

When they came out of the crowd, they suddenly felt cold, the two of them hadn't eaten dinner yet, their stomachs were empty, but they didn't feel hungry at all. may have accidentally made up some bloody pictures in the brain and lost my appetite.

"Tingting, you're really here!"

Tingting looked up, and it turned out to be his father.

"Why are you here?"

Tang Quan saw that his daughter was with the bean sprout boy again, and his face couldn't hold back, and he chattered a little unhappily, "What time are you looking?" You should have been cooking at home a long time ago, right? When I saw that there was no one at home, I came out to look for you, and I saw a bunch of people here inexplicably, and the result? What are you doing here? ”

"There seems to be a homicide here."

"What?" Tang Quan looked shocked, looked at the room from afar, and immediately raised his hand and beckoned his daughter home, "Then hurry up and go, what are children doing here?" Aren't you afraid? ”

"That, father, I told you I ...... yesterday" Tingting just wanted to tell his father about witnessing the murderer, but he was cut off by the little fat behind him. Xiaopang looked crazy, and pretended to be light and said to Tang Quan, "Uncle, I'll go back first, I had a lot of fun with Xiaoting today, thank you for your hospitality." After saying that, he ran away.

"What did you just say?" Tang Quan looked at Xiaopang's back and felt a little strange.

"I didn't ...... Nothing. ”

"Oh, hurry back, I've got my food ready." Tang Quan replied in a low voice, and without thinking about it, he was ready to take his daughter home. His mind was mostly on this homicide case, he didn't expect this terrible thing to happen near his home, and it was impossible not to worry.

Tang Quan groaned as he walked, and saw a big bend in front of him that he was about to enter the alley, when a trolley suddenly appeared. The speed of the trolley was extremely fast, but according to the original path, it would never scratch Tang Quan. However, just as he was relieved to pass by, the trolley seemed to deliberately deviate from a forward direction, leaning sideways to the side of the road. Tang Quan was careless, his left leg was tripped over, and his pants were fine, but his skin and flesh hurt.

The trolley was pushed by two people, one pushing and the other holding the goods, but scattered all over the ground. The man who pushed the cart was a strong man who exuded a rough air, a round and sloppy one, half-open with a cotton jacket that didn't fit well, and there was only a thin camisole inside, just like the old men's standard in summer. The other person who was a little thin in comparison, but he had long arms and muscles, and he felt more like a practitioner.

The round inch of the cart roared like thunder, "You're blind, you don't know how to let go?" ”

Tang Quan was originally a person who was not easy to get angry in front of outsiders. But this time he felt that this person was too unreasonable and arrogant. I'm just walking normally, and they're still pushing around the corner so fast, it's no different from deliberately finding fault. "I'm supposed to be walking normally, right? You suddenly turn in who can see. Tang Quan held back the fire, and finally answered him in a normal tone.

"What? Are you still reasonable? Apologize to Lao Tzu, do you hear? The round inch hugged his chest and blocked it in front of Tang Quan.

Tang Quan felt that this person was really unreasonable, a little friction, wouldn't it be okay for the two of them to understand each other? Besides, his car was fine, but he was slightly injured. He couldn't swallow this breath a little, and was silent and didn't want to talk to him.

"Did you hear that?" As soon as the rough and round voice fell, he directly gave Tang Quan a punch in his face.

Tang Quan was inexplicably hit with a heavy punch, but before he could recover his senses, he covered his nose and felt a stiff pain—probably the bridge of his nose was broken. Tingting behind him saw his father covering his face and a few drops of blood splashing out from time to time, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, his little hands tightly grasped the corners of his father's clothes, and he didn't move.

"What are you doing?"

"What? You're just looking for a fight! Yuancun beckoned to the partner next to him, "Second brother, cut him for me!" ”

Tingting, who was stunned, didn't know who was brushing him away, and fell heavily to the ground. Her terrified eyes stared at the two savage monsters, but she couldn't stand up.

Tang Quan scuffled with the two, but was quickly put down and held down with a hammer.

Tingting was still looking at them, and she suddenly felt that her father should not lose. He was a retired soldier, how could he not be able to beat the two men dressed by the workers, and his father was also a magician, so he must have some magic, otherwise how could he be sent to defend against poison. But the truth kept hitting her pupils, and her father was being beaten unilaterally without any way to fight back.

Suddenly, something strange flashed in her eyes. Yes, she saw a cigarette that had been held in the right ear of the round inch fall. The cigarette was thin and was supposed to be the one that wasn't easy to clip. The delicate cigarette holder has a blue and yellow pattern, which is a little incompatible with this big and three thick brute.

Is it a delusion? Why does it feel familiar?

By the way, are these two people from the alley? Why haven't I seen it before? Why would you make trouble because of this little friction, and even be so ruthless? Is this a mental hospital nearby?

"Fight back? Why don't you fight back? The round man shouted, "What? That's all it takes? Isn't it very good to fight? ”

Tang Quan covered his head with his arms, curled up in a ball, and did not answer.

"It's not fun." The rough round inch suddenly faced Tingting, grinning strangely, "If you don't get up, I'm going to move your daughter." ”

"You're going to cry for a long time with this punch, right? Cute little sister? This round inch clenched his fist and approached step by step. Tingting was terrified, kicked his legs, and retreated back in a hurry.

"Eh, I'm grass. Something, it hurts. Yuan Cun suddenly scratched his back in pain, and when he turned around anxiously and exposed his back to Tingting. Tingting saw that his padded jacket was actually blazing. The companions of the round inch also messed up, screaming and slapping, but the fire was not extinguished. Yuancun tried to take off his clothes, but found that the padded jacket seemed to be stuck to his back. Just as the two of them were in a mess, Tang Quan, who was originally upside down, immediately jumped up, pulled over the pavilion that was sitting on the ground and ran.

After arriving home, Tingting was still in shock, this kind of scene like in a police movie actually happened to them.

"Father, you made that fire just now. I wonder why you don't smoke and always carry a lighter. ”

Tang Quan took off his coat and was checking his body, "Well, there's no way." Relying on physical skills, I can't beat those two people. ”

"Why, I don't understand why those two people are like this. It's not our fault. ”

"I don't know, maybe it's a little gangster, do you see the big tattoo inside that big guy? It's bad luck to run into them. Tang Quan sighed, feeling that his chest was hurting, and he immediately squatted down uncomfortably.

"Father, you seem to be seriously injured, go to the hospital."

Tingting carefully uncovered her father's underwear, which made her breathe a little bit. No wonder my father didn't dare to wear a vest in the hottest weather, let alone go bare-chested, and several shocking huge scars took care of each other on his chest and back. And now those old wounds are covered with blue and blood marks. This made Tingting's eyes dazzled, and tears fell, because she knew the pain, and she also knew that her father had suffered more than that kind of skin trauma.

"What are you crying about, what is this little injury? No need to go to the hospital, I'll be fine tomorrow. ”

"How is that possible? I don't believe it! How could Tingting believe it, she felt that this must have been her father's boast to comfort her.

"I don't lie to you, I've always been beaten in a protective posture, and it's all small injuries. Don't believe it, I'll cook tomorrow's meals, I'll take care of the housework, and I'll show you my health. ”

"Really?" Tingting wiped her tears, hearing her father say this, she felt like she was about to believe it.

"I'll go to the third master's place, and I'll be back in a while, you can eat first."

"I'll wait for you, I'm not hungry. Meals that are hot two or three times are not tasty and unhealthy. ”

"Okay." Tang Quan had already turned around, and his right hand gestured with the word "OK" on his back.

Looking at her father's energetic answer, Tingting felt a lot more relieved, sat quietly, combed her messy hair, and thought about her father's attitude towards the third master, she guessed that the third master must have been a powerful person back then.