Late spring and early summer. It's getting warmer day by day. On a new house on the shores of Lake Akiyama. My dad was leading a few craftsmen to clean up and install the doors and windows. intervals. My dad was still teasing me indecently. Say. The new house was immediately renovated. When are you going to marry my daughter-in-law to me?

I looked at everyone disappreciatively and smiled perfunctorily. It also depends on whether Jing Lin is happy or not. That's what I can do alone.'"

My dad was busy with the work in his hands, and he didn't forget to come over and pull my ears around a few times, and he didn't forget to kick my ass a few times. Scold me. 'You say you're a stupid son. You won't cook raw rice into mature rice. And then marry Linlin Fengzi'.

"Daddy, what's the end of the marriage," I pretended to be confused.

"This. How do you talk about this? "My dad is having a hard time. Again. This kind of thing he can talk nonsense for the old and disrespectful.

"Tell the kids," said a couple of craftsmen, laughing at my father.

"You old rascals. Shut up for me. What's the fuss? Don't work hard. I'm going to throw you in the lake and feed the fish," my father yelled.

"Hey. This half-immortal's father is horizontal," several craftsmen laughed. and went about their own work.

"Daddy. What the hell does that mean? Just tell me," I deliberately embarrassed my dad. Several craftsmen laughed even more. My father raised his hand to teach me a lesson. I see that the situation is not good. Betake oneself to one's heels. Shouting as he ran:

"Daddy. You're always busy. I'll go home first."

Leave your new house on the shores of Lake Akiyama. I didn't actually go home. Instead, he went straight to Master's house. Though. Master has long since passed away. But. Their home is still where I work now. To put it mildly, Master's mantle. I'm pretty much lost. First of all. I won't be able to do this job in the coffin. You're going to say it's okay to make a chicken coop. There were no coffin doors. Again. The coffin must be a skilled craftsman. Only a good carpenter can do it. I really can't do this job of beating the coffin. And also. That is. Patronized and playful. The notebook was not taken seriously at all. Fucking taking it back in a notebook is like reporting a funeral. I'm very disgusted with this thing. If I am not afraid that Master Zu and Master will blame me. I don't want to give the a damn note.

Besides, this is every time it comes out. 'Ten times out of nine times yellow. The only time left is to break through'. Ay. Master's reputation has also been almost ruined by me. Fortunately, Master was cremated. Otherwise. Master flew out of the coffin and taught me a lesson: "Stinky boy. You've lost all my face."

Even so. I can't take it lightly either. Though. Master's ** is gone. But. His soul has always been there. And. Feel free to borrow the corpse to repair me. As long as I dare to braid. That's really begging.

Come to Master's house. The master is washing the hair of the little sister Linglong. I say hello to my wife. After playing with Linglong for a while, I went in and out of the dark room on the east side of Master's house. After entering. Burn incense and serve tea to the grandfather. After a bow. Said something. Grandpa blessed peace and something like that. And then. Get out of the dark room.

It didn't take long to get out of the dark room. Two uninvited guests came to Master's house. Two middle-aged men. They were overcame in clips. It looks very capable. There was an expression of non-anger and self-authority between the eyebrows. Very decent. Let's walk. The stride is very calm. I've been with Master for so long. It can be regarded as reading countless people. Just the two people standing in the courtyard in front of them. I just took one look and realized that these two people were not simple characters.

"Excuse me. That one is Shao Erdan. The slightly thin man at the head asked in a loud voice.

"I am," I replied, a little apprehensive.

"We belong to the Municipal Public Security Bureau," the two said, taking out their police ID cards from their bosoms and showing them to me. Really. It is a genuine document. I panicked. What are the people from the Municipal Public Security Bureau looking for me? I didn't do anything.

"Against feudal superstition. Down with the Half-Immortals. Down with the gods. Down with Mr. Yin and Yang. These people have to be arrested and imprisoned," I guarded, and the representatives of the two governments hastened to make their position clear.

"Shao Erdan. Don't act for me" didn't expect them to eat me at all. The police officer at the head scolded. I was so scared that I almost fell to my knees with my legs.

"I know 'be lenient in confession. Resist the principle of strictness'. I'll talk about everything. I chose to cooperate with the government, "I have completely lost my former dignity in front of the police. Now. It's like a lost dog.

"The consciousness is quite high," the two police officers, one fat and one thin, laughed.

They laughed. I was blindsided. What do you mean? Even if you are a police officer, you can't play that trick like that.

The two officers finished laughing. The thin policeman led by him walked up to Shi Niang with kindness and just wanted to say something. But the master spoke first:

"Two police officers. The child is not guilty of anything."

"Sister-in-law. Don't worry. We're here today. Not for anything else. It's to ask Mr. Shao Erdan to do something big."

"What's the matter? Don't scare your children. He has always been a very kind little kid."

"I know. So. Sister-in-law. Can you take the child to avoid it? I have some important things to talk about with Brother Shao Erdan, "The police led by the city are very deep. Shi Niang doesn't leave. He didn't speak.

"That's good. Let's talk. Let's avoid it first," said Shi Niang, and took Linglong out of the courtyard to play.

watched Shi Niang walk away. The two officers smiled indifferently. And then. Very politely sat down on a small chair under the eaves.

"Come on. Two little brothers. Let's talk."

"What are you talking about?" I said in a shudder. Fear. Mispronounce a sentence. They punished me on the spot.

"Are you Mr. Yin Yang?" asked the thin policeman led by him.

"Yes," I dare not say half a lie.

"Who is Master?"

"Studied under Shao Xingze. He has been studying art for more than two years. It's hard to count the number of lives," I replied truthfully.

"Your master is a very powerful person. We've worked together once before, "The Fat Cop Who Hasn't Spoken Too Much." Suddenly. Speak.

Hear her words. I have a little bottom in my heart. It turned out that when the master was alive. He has done things for them, too.

"Master. Right now. It's gone." One mention of Master. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Maybe they were frightened by the two officers.

"It's a pity. Are we missing an undercover detective? The fat policeman looked at the thin officer and said with pity.

"What are you going to do?" The skinny policeman asked me thoughtfully.

"Go down to the river and fish. Go up to the tree and dig out the birds, "My mouth is bald." A few words popped up.

"What. Are you Shao Xingze's apprentice? Are you an impostor? The fat cop thought. I'm kidding them.

"We're not talking about your innocence. It's about yin and yang."

"Exorcise demons. "I'm finally getting upright.

"That's right. Finally got to the point. As long as you can say it. Illustrate. You are the apprentice who got the true inheritance of Master Shao Xingze."

"Yes. I am the only disciple of Master who has been left behind."

"Alright. Tell the truth. I'll tell you the purpose of my trip. The thin officer stopped Hu Kan's words. Finally serious:

"Go to the car and get that file," he commanded the fat cop.

The fat cop looks a little fatter though. But the body is very agile. He walked out of the courtyard quickly. I quickly got a briefcase.

"Recently. The Municipal Public Security Bureau took over a very strange case. Thereinto. Mystery remedy. The fog is heavy. We had to come to you," the thin cop said tentatively, looking at my expression. I think he should be a little skeptical of my abilities. What can a little fart child know?

"Please. If I could. I can't get rid of it. ”

"Shinan District. An eight-year-old boy. Use a long knife to put your parents and parents. Grandparents. And also. Her twin sisters were all killed, "The skinny cop may be afraid that I won't hear clearly." He said very sonorously.

"You're talking about an eight-year-old boy who killed his entire family with a long knife," you mean the truth. I couldn't believe my ears. An eight-year-old child. Helpless. How could he kill his entire family?

Marvel. The fat cop opens the briefcase. I took out a stack of photos and handed them to me. I reached out. Flip through a few. Even frightened and disgusted vomited in the dark. Because. The photos are full of murder scenes. Flesh-and-blood corpses that were chopped up. Extremities were scattered everywhere. Said to have been chopped into mashed meat. It's not an exaggeration. The walls of the room were completely red with blood. And. You can see it from the photo. The heads that rolled down to the corner. They are all fierce. Don't blink a blind eye. And. Before they died, they were overly frightened. If. Just a simple child would never make such a horrific scene. Adults are less afraid of their eight-year-olds......

I looked at the bloody scene in the photo. Chilling said:

"There's no way an eight-year-old kid can do that. I suspect someone has done it. And then blame the little boy's"

"Yes. The child confessed that he had killed his parents. Grandparents and sisters. And. He can tell the whole story of the killing. We also wonder if someone borrowed a knife to kill someone. That's why I came to you."

Listen to the police here. I couldn't help but take the photo in my hand and look at it again. Just looked at a few photos. I couldn't help but throw up again. Because. It was a bloody scene. It's terrible.

The police saw me like this. Take the picture in my hand. Find one of them and hand it to me. said: "This is the long knife left at the scene and identified by the little boy"

"It's this knife. After we were called to the police. Go to the scene of the murder. Confiscated on the spot. And then. It was soon brought back to the Public Security Bureau as the most important physical evidence. But on the night. The knife was gone. Haven't found it so far."

"I'll go with you to the city. Let's see if we can help," I said, vomiting several times.

"Are you okay?" they said as they looked at me as I vomited.

"Okay. No problem."

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