"Xia Chuluo is so smart, from the first day she saw Uncle Li Jian, she should have started to doubt, why didn't she?"

"Doesn't she think it's weird? Why did the fortune teller she knew happen to meet a Li Jian who wanted to change his name? ”

He smiled and laughed, tears streaming from his eyes.

This man's expression management is a failure.

I don't know if I'm laughing or crying.

"On the cliff that day, Uncle Li Jian's expression was pale, didn't you suspect it?"

"Why is your expression pale, isn't it just that you have drawn your own blood to make a blood bag and tie it to the front of the body armor?"

"Why don't you even test the blood spilled on the cliff to see if there's any anticoagulant in it?"

"This is the flaw I left for you!"

"He wrapped himself tightly, why didn't he suspect that he was wearing body armor inside? That's a thick piece! And blood packs! Just because he's fat? ”

"Just because he's a victim?"

He leaned next to an android, clutching at his hair.

Bounched down, trembling slightly.

He was laughing maniacally, but the tears were dripping big.

"Wearing body armor, and not wearing body armor, the impact is different, you are all professional, why can't you see it?"

"Why?"

There was a feeling of pain in his voice, a little hoarse.

"Even if it'......," he held out his finger tremblingly, "even if it's just one person!" ”

"If there is a person who is willing to check his interpersonal relationship, he can know that he also has a high school classmate named Li Jian, and then he can think of whether they had any grievances back then, but no!"

"Not a single one!"

"You are all waiting, waiting for the next Li Jian to die, and then collect more useless evidence!"

"Useless evidence!"

He roared suddenly, and the blue veins on his delicate face flare, a little distorted.

"Just last night, I had to personally send the evidence to the villa, so that you know that he also had a classmate named Li Jian when he was in high school!"

"This human head!"

"Fresh heads!"

"What a fresh ......"

He stumbled to the ground, ignoring the gray dust.

Pick up the head.

A calm look, as if admiring some artwork.

"Why can't you think of it?"

He muttered to himself, without the slightest hint of joy at the success of his calculations.

A feeling of frustration pervades the whole body.

No one can understand him.

"You say, why can't they think of it?"

As if asking the human head, he shook it vigorously.

The six mechanical legs of the human head swayed weakly.

Unfortunately, it will never be able to get a response.

"You answer me!"

"Why don't you speak?!"

"The evidence is so obvious, they are still investigating and collecting evidence, and they are still comforting the victims' families, how long do they want to wait?"

"I can't wait!"

He stood up suddenly, slamming the head of the man in his hand to the ground.

His expression was hideous, and his eyes were full of anger.

The human head smashed a bright red mark on the hard concrete floor, and then rolled away.

But this still didn't seem to get rid of the anger in his heart.

The third floor of the empty abandoned building echoed the young man's roar, and no one knew why.

"Pigs!"

"Is the Executive Board all a herd of pigs?"

"So many resources...... So many resources were given to those pig-like things, why...... Why ......"

He clutched at his hair in pain, crying and laughing.

He left a lot of details and wanted to tell everyone that No. 5 Li Jian disguised his death, and No. 5 Li Jian was not a victim but a murderer, but no one paid attention to those details.

……

District XII.

Minshui Village.

It is a village far from the city, and nine out of ten households are poor.

The remaining tenths are not much better.

Whether it is more than 20 years ago or more than 20 years later, the harvest all year round depends on God's face.

The small village seems to have been sealed in time.

The rapid development of technology in the outside world has forgotten this poor place.

Twenty-two years ago, on Chinese New Year's Eve, Jiang Xiaonian was born.

That was that little Chinese New Year's Eve, he lost his mother.

Many children are born with breast milk for the first sip they drink, and they drink blood.

Jiang Xiaonian gradually grew up.

Like the other children, he came to a school in the village.

"Sir, what's the use of reading?"

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world."

The old gentleman smiled, was very kind, and touched Jiang Xiaonian's head.

The gentleman's hands are rough but warm.

"Can you make money by studying?" Jiang Xiaonian asked again.

"Why do you ask?" The old gentleman was stunned, as if he was very puzzled that a child asked such a question.

"When I have money, I can ...... You can make your dad stop working, and you can ...... You can also build a big school for your husband. Jiang Xiaonian opened his eyes wide and replied seriously.

The old gentleman laughed heartily and stroked his long beard.

The innocence and joy of children are always enviable.

The village is so small, and there are only more than a dozen children studying in this dilapidated school, so what is the use of the school no matter how big it is?

"Yes, of course you can make money by studying!"

"Then I'll get the first place in every exam!"

Jiang Xiaonian did it.

Throughout the first grade, he was the first in every exam.

And far beyond the second place, a ride in the dust.

That year.

A small town in the distance gave a spot.

A free opportunity to go to the town to study, all tuition fees are free, even room and board are free.

The village said that it was to let the most promising child go.

Jiang Xiaonian was full of joy and spent the whole night in anticipation.

The next day.

The village chief's son boarded the dilapidated van.

"Sir, why not me?"

The old gentleman sat at the door of the school and was silent for a long time.

That night, some people heard the sound of quarrels coming from the village chief's house, and some people saw the old gentleman angrily walking out of the village chief's house.

The old gentleman was sick.

It seems to be a gas sickness.

Jiang Xiaonian went to visit Mr. with a bowl of steamed eggs.

The old man was lying on the sickbed, with a sickly face, and touched Jiang Xiaonian's head.

"Xiao Nian, money is a very good thing...... In this world, there are still some things, as good as money. ”

The old gentleman didn't eat the bowl of steamed eggs, and he left that night.

The children in the village have lost the only way to learn.

Jiang Xiaonian squatted at the entrance of the village.

Day after day.

This impoverished place is like a swamp that has been impossible for generations to break free.

He felt like an ant, and he wished someone could come and trample him to death, so that he wouldn't have to struggle in this muddy quagmire day and night.

The dilapidated van would bring back the village chief's children every weekend.

Picked up again on Monday and taken to town.

Snow fell from the sky, and the wheels crushed the snow-white road into black marks.

The village chief invited the driver and the teacher in the car into his home for dinner.

That day, when the van went back, the tire burst, the road was slippery in the snow, and it fell headlong into the cliff, and the children of the village chief's family were among them.

Later, nail marks were found on the punctured tires, which were presumed to be on the mountain road.

The insurance company sent a very young salesman to investigate.

When the salesman came to the village, he saw a group of children whose faces were blue from the cold, and he felt compassion, took out some candy from his backpack and distributed them to the children one by one.

Jiang Xiaonian saw it from afar.

He tore his already shabby padded jacket even harder, and ran over.

"Uncle, I don't want to eat sugar, I want to study."