Walking quickly into the alley of the slum, Ye Xiao glanced sideways, and there were all dilapidated and dilapidated houses and illegal buildings that were temporarily built. Many people hung signs protesting against the demolition under their windows, and others were building fortifications in preparation for fighting to the end. The dimly lit small hair salon flashed red, and several young people squatted on the side of the road and smoked. He was dressed in civilian clothes, no one could tell that he was a policeman, but his forehead was wrapped in gauze, there were large black bruises in the corners of his eyes, and his chest and back ached sharply with every step.

Si Wang was already waiting for him in the small noodle shop, and the seventeen-year-old boy changed his appearance again, his shoulders began to broaden, and the muscles of his chest and arms became more and more obvious, and no one dared to stop him from blackmailing him.

"What's wrong with you?" Si Wang looked around cautiously, "Who hurt you?" ”

"Do you know about the events of the Future Dream Building?"

"Everyone on earth knows it."

"Later, I was buried more than 100 meters deep in the ground and almost died!"

"If you're dead, what cop can help me?"

He talked to the police like an ordinary person, and Ye Xiao didn't mind, and the two of them each ordered a bowl of mutton noodles in Suzhou.

"Why don't you let me come to your house?"

"Because Huang Hai used to come to my house often, but he died later, I don't want to see you end up like him."

"That's a good reason! What happened to your mother? ”

"I'm still worried about the demolition, the developer's compensation is not enough to buy a bathroom in the city, and my mother is also sighing all day long, worried about where our mother and son will live in the future?"

Ye Xiao pointed to his bulging biceps: "Where did you practice?" ”

"Fight Club, which is a non-profit organization for kickboxing enthusiasts, practices sanda and Muay Thai, and there is no entrance fee, as long as you can withstand all kinds of beatings. Sometimes my mother saw me coming home with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and I could only infer that I had fallen on the road. Legend has it that this year is the end of the world, and for me, a person who has long since died and returned to life, there is actually nothing to fear, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch my murderer in this life, and I don't want to let him kill me next time I meet Lu Zhongyue. ”

"I'm not going to let you touch him." In the depths of the noisy and greasy small noodle shop, Ye Xiao, who was scarred, looked even more manly, scooped up the noodles and said, "When my injury is healed, we can practice when we have time." ”

"However, who dares to guarantee that when the next reincarnation comes, and the water of Lethe River and drinks Meng Po soup, he will still be able to remember his previous life or even his previous life? What's more, there are animal paths in the six realms of reincarnation, if you are reincarnated into the belly of a cow, a horse, a husky, or a Labrador......"

The officer's face was gloomy and daunting: "A week ago, I went to Shen Yuanchao's house again, borrowed from him the book "How Steel is Made" with a statement of writing, and sent it to the handwriting expert of the Public Security University for comparison with the famous quote of Paul Kochagin that you wrote at my home—the results of the appraisal proved that the two texts were indeed written by the same person. ”

"Ye Xiao, you are so smart, this is the best way to prove that I am a statement."

"No matter how authoritative handwriting identification is, there may be one thousandth of a mistake, and I still say the same thing - there are no ghosts in the world."

"I'm not a ghost."

"Boy, I don't want to fight with you about this, I'm here to warn you - don't pretend to be Huang Hai's son in front of Shen Yuanchao, this is really not fun, you don't respect the dead Huang Hai father and son, but also deceived and played with the poor retired prosecutor, if you really have a declared ghost on you, then you shouldn't tell this kind of lie."

"He told you?"

"Yes, Shen Yuanchao said that he went to sweep the grave of Officer Huanghai during Qingming, and found that Huanghai's dead son was also there, and that child had been dead for eight years, and now he has grown into a young man, and he is working hard to find the murderer of Shenming, and at the same time he is avenging his father."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to believe me."

"Prosecutor Shen is now convinced! He was sure that the ghost of the son of the Yellow Sea was alive and growing up—and he said he was looking for you. ”

"I-" Si Wang's noodles couldn't be eaten anymore, and he put down his chopsticks, "Have you told the truth?" ”

"I almost said it! But I thought about it, if I let him know that there is a high school student named Si Wang, who dares to pretend to be the son of the Yellow Sea police officer, if it makes trouble at your house or school, you will be miserable? If your mother knew about it......"

"Don't!"

"Then you should thank me, I said to Shen Yuanchao, it was just his hallucination. But he asked his daughter to testify, and she was also a sister who was born after her death, and she also saw you come to his house during the Mid-Autumn Festival! ”

"I'm sorry."

"Don't go to him again! You're going to kill him! ”

"He was my father in my previous life, and I won't put him in danger."

Ye Xiao drank the last sip of noodle soup: "Si Wang, you will also kill yourself." ”