Sixteen-year-old Lori, with a porcelain doll-like face, black hair around her cheeks, and a pair of pupils that often shine so that male classmates can't open their eyes. She had just been admitted to a high school in the city, and she was listening to Teresa Teng's version of "I Wish People Were Long" on her mobile phone. There are still two hours left, the moon is about to rise in the sky, she always looks at the window in a daze, making her father worry about whether it is the girl Sichun?

The doorbell rang.

Dad was still cooking in the kitchen, and she ran out to open the door first, but saw a strange teenager, about the same age as herself, more than half a head taller than her, looking at her a little shyly.

The Shen family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir and is unknown.

"Who are you?"

This should have been her question, but the other party asked it first, and she blurted out: "Shen Min." ”

She shook her head vigilantly again: "I'm sorry, do I know you?" ”

"I'm coming for your dad."

"Wait a minute!"

Shin Min frowned, slammed the door shut, and called his father out. She always felt that where had she seen this face?

A 61-year-old retired prosecutor with gray temples and a clear face, but his eyes are bright.

"Are you—" Shen Yuanchao froze at the door, carefully identifying the face, "Officer Huanghai's son?" ”

"Prosecutor Shen, hello, my father is Officer Huanghai, we have met, my name is Ah Liang."

"Ah Liang, please come in!"

The young man nodded politely and entered the house, carrying a box of mooncakes in his hand: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" ”

As a retired prosecutor, Shen Yuanchao refused to give gifts as usual, but the other party was just a middle school student, so he accepted it. Shen Min obediently retreated into the kitchen, poured a cup of hot tea and came out, and Shen Yuanchao asked him again: "Child, do you want to drink?" ”

"No need."

"About your father, I heard last year that he died in the line of duty to catch my son's murderer. I'm ashamed that I once went to your house to make trouble and had an unpleasant quarrel with your father. But I haven't forgotten what he said, he said he would catch the murderer unless he died! What a good cop! I blamed him, I wanted to go to his memorial service. ”

"It doesn't matter, the only unsolved case during my father's lifetime was the murder on Nanming Road in 1995, and several murders that were later believed to be the same murderer. He took care of me, and in the future if he died, he wanted me to carry on his will, to solve the case no matter what, to come back to you often, and to help you if you encountered any difficulties. ”

"Oh, I didn't expect Officer Huanghai to be such a good guy - but, you're still in high school, I'm afraid you can't help me."

"It's okay, I will be admitted to the Public Security University and become a police officer in the future."

"It's rare that you have this sense of responsibility, the tiger father has no dogs, and he hasn't seen him for three years, and he has grown into a handsome guy. If my son were still alive, he would be over forty this year. ”

In the room, there is a portrait of Shen Ming and Shen Yuanchao's deceased wife, and there is a small shrine at the bottom, as well as two fresh moon cakes, which are naturally offered today.

"Can I go and put incense on the incense?" The boy stood up solemnly, "On behalf of my dead father." ”

Shen Yuanchao's eyes were already filled with tears, and he excitedly found three sticks of incense: "Xiaomin, quickly light a fire for him." ”

The girl looked at him with suspicion, as if she were looking at a mentally ill person, but she was an obedient girl. He bowed three times to the two statues, and then inserted the incense.

The boy turned back like a ghost, looking into his eyes with resentment.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old prosecutor's eyes, and he subconsciously took a half step back, frowning: "Child, you-"

"Uncle Shen, if you have a new clue, please let me know." He copied his mobile phone number to Shen Yuanchao, "I will definitely help you catch the murderer." ”

"No need." After all, Lao Shen hasn't lost his mind, "You're still too young, let's leave the matter of catching the murderer to the adult." ”

"I'll wait for your call!"

The boy calmly looked at Shin Min again, who was huddled behind the sofa, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

"Goodbye."

With the corner of his eye on the girl's face, he left the living room automatically, quickly changed his shoes and opened the door.

Si Wang returned to the sunset and rode his bicycle home.

Walk through the dirty and old alleys in front of your home, lined with small hair salons with heavy makeup and glamorous women, as well as small restaurants and lunch box stalls full of oil. In the more than ten years since Si Wang was born, the surrounding high-rise buildings have been built, but this area has been reduced to a slum. Many houses are crumbling, and there are many illegal buildings built without permission, and the two-story building has become a four- or five-story bunker. Most of the old residents moved to the suburbs, and their private houses were rented out to migrant workers, and there were often five or six people sleeping in a room. Since the death of Officer Huanghai, He Qingying has been very worried every night, telling his son not to go out if he is fine, and there are ruffians and hooligans fighting nearby from time to time, and he is numb to playing 110.

Mom had already put together a table of dishes, wondering why he didn't come home earlier? Forty-one-year-old He Qingying said goodbye to the age when the charm still existed, and no one looked back when walking on the street.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, her mood was not very good, she looked at the old locust tree outside the window uneasily, and her son was close to her ear: "Mom, is there something wrong?" Tell Wang'er. ”

"See the sign in the alley? It's going to be demolished, I don't know how much money I'll get? The neighbors are saying something big is going to happen, and I don't know what to do. ”

"I don't want to move."

"Wang'er, you were born here, and you have long been accustomed to this house. But my mother has always felt ashamed of you and didn't let you live in a better house - you only have a few days of good life when you follow the Gu family. ”

As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and Si Wang hugged her tightly: "Mom, don't mention the Gu family again!" ”

Outside the window, the moonlight was a little dazzling.