A little kid who looked a little better than the outside, but was unmistakably a beggar, was lying on the façade of a slum, and his focused eyes seemed to indicate what he was looking at.

But then he made a stinky face, and the middle finger of his right hand was stretched above his head, and his mouth was still disdainful and mocking, "Well, this is a half-human who is not a ghost, but it starts with a decent!" And then it becomes an inexplicable prose narrative.

In this society with 2008 as the time node, I am afraid that only these things may be worthy of my nostalgia, probably because on this extremely special day, it is like a coincidence that people with two different missions met in the dark.

Just like in fairy tales, the fate of the monster is to be killed by the prince or warrior, and the task of the prince or warrior is to kill the monster, two different races, maybe in order to kill each other, in order to make their lives more meaningful, maybe it is because of this that the fate of the prince or monster can be set off, of course, in the picture books written by others, we can't forget those feudal, stupid and ignorant fools.

I still remember the day they met, it was so wonderful that the night accompanied by wind and rain was endlessly evocative and reminiscent.

The wind, the simple wind, the autumn wind, gentle and tactful.

Rain, ordinary rain, trickling and erratic.

The wind blew through every leaf, every pedestrian, everywhere he could touch.

The rain slapped at every branch, every street, whatever land she could touch.

The wind is not violent, and the rain is not cold.

As time passed, the wind and rain seemed to be guided by the heavens, and this wind had changed from a gentle gentleman to a rough butcher, and on the lake not far away, a shuddering wind beat the surface of the lake and splashed layers of whirlpools.

The rain had changed from a fraternity woman to a manic woman, and the pouring rain was slapping the ground strongly, falling swiftly, weeping, and freezing cold.

The encounter of wind and rain,Make 08 years old and autumn lotus pond,Become more windy and candleless,If there is any benefit,It is to increase the amount of labor of the cleaning aunt,More vivid and prominent reflects their cheap social labor value。

After all, there must always be one of them sacrificing himself to reflect the value of the other, so that people will not forget the pain they have experienced, such as water, which not only quenches thirst, but also makes people drown, or fire, which can bring warmth or burn people.

The encounter between wind and rain ended with the reason that one of them was called home for dinner by his mother, and all that was left was the wolf all over the ground.

In this not very late night, an old man returned to a home of less than 20 square meters, with clean and shabby money, sitting on the sofa where the spring can be seen, the family quietly waited for the return of the old man, happy and happy, this is a warm and happy night, happiness is so simple, ordinary, enviable.

As a great detective of the same classical school said, everything has traces on the earth, and these signs of happening on the earth, some things will more or less become my indelible and precious memories.

A little guy lying in front of the window of the old grandmother's house also showed a rare smile, only to see him reach into the tattered coat from his dirty hand, and take out a vegetarian bar that only children in the slums eat, but the taste of the vegetarian bar is the mustard taste that children hate the most.

The little guy stuffed the vegetarian sticks into his mouth one by one, as if it was his dinner, his eyes were clear and translucent as if he could see through people's hearts, but he didn't care about it at the moment, the little guy was watching the black and white TV in the window with relish, but it seemed to be a homicide, what a strange little guy.

A police officer with a handsome face and not a tall figure, but a little upright, walked in front of the little guy.

It was a young police officer, with a kind face on his handsome face, and his two slender legs walked quietly with catwalks, and his white and slender fingers gently patted the little one's thin shoulder.

The officer gently called out to the little one, "Little friend? Where is your home? Didn't your parents see you take you home from school? He paused as he said this, as if thinking of something.

"Look, this is my brother's ID, my brother and I are also wearing a police uniform, I'm not a liar, let my brother take you home."

There was no suspicious look on the child's childish face, and it was as if he had seen through all the thoughts of a person, so that he acted quickly and firmly.

The boy quickly stretched out his hands to the officer, and his mouth full of vegetarian sticks did not forget to mutter: "A police officer like my brother may, in a phrase, cherish species." If other people see me wearing such tattered clothes, I guess the first thought is to twist my head and pinch my nose and run away, of course, I can't rule out the possibility of selling me, oh! By the way, big brother, my home is in an abandoned long house in Sanchome."

When the young police officer heard the child's words, his heart was also infinitely happy, and the taste was not pleasant.

The officer's eyes kept glancing at the child, still gently saying these heartwarming words.

"Three-chome, is it? I know that place well, big brother, I was the boss of that place when I was a child, and you can go home in a while. ”

On the road approaching the third chome, a dilapidated police car that was infinitely close to being scrapped was speeding on the uneven wet horizon, bringing gusts of wind everywhere it went, accompanied by the sound of old wipers scraping against the windshield and the cacophony of old engines starting.

"Tick, tick, boom." The rain began to fall intermittently again.

Usually accompanied by a speeding car is often full of friendly words, but in this classic car, in addition to two big people, there are just cold, and cold, and dry and cold atmosphere.

What is the police brother who is tightly fastened to his seat belt and holding the steering wheel firmly in his hand is thinking?

The boy's strange words came to the officer's mind.

What do you mean by a police officer like my brother? Rare species, right? Twisting your head and pinching your nose, hurry up and run? Sold me? What did he think about this little kid? Is it the times that have changed people, or have people changed the times? Why do children like him like to watch criminal investigation dramas full of the dark side of human nature? Isn't the atmosphere in the car a little weird now? Shouldn't I tell a simple story?

All the questions about the child, the young police officer's brother echoed in his head, in fact, the police officer had already guessed the answers to these questions, but he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit these questions that were enough to prove the indifference and ruthlessness of the world.

"Would you like to hear the famous story of the 3-chome? It was written by a up master called Three Days and Two Sleeps.,His hobby is still a famous writer.。 A smile hung over the officer's calm face.

"Do you want to say that the crazy protagonist playing the game is ostensibly a story of reasoning and solving the case, and I still remember that the protagonist is called Little Crazy and Unaware, and the game character is called Hirata."

The policeman wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, and then the boy in the car said it coldly.

"Put me down, it's still too late to rush back to the Public Security Bureau, my home is not far from here, if you continue to drive, the clues may be broken, there are not many police officers like you, thank you."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he unbuckled his seat belt, pushed open the car door, and jumped directly out of the moving vehicle, so the strange boy disappeared into the rainy night of Liantang, there was no trace of him on the horizon, and the officer's eyes, through the hazy white rain fog, saw nothing but rain.

On this not-so-late night, the shrewd young police officer, who had solved countless homicides, frowned, as if thinking about something, his eyes pierced through the hazy rain and mist, and then, like a sudden side mission, the urgent phone rang at his end time.

Bastard! Don't call others when they're off work! I've got a date in a minute.

The police officer slammed the steering wheel with both hands, although he thought so in his heart, but serving the people was his duty, so he could only turn on the phone helplessly.

"Xiao Yang, someone called the police and said that we have a corpse found in a warehouse in Liantang, you can barely come over and take a look." The voice of a middle-aged man on the other end of the phone, from his tone, it seemed that she didn't want to trouble Comrade Xiao Yang, but he had to trouble now.

And Comrade Xiao Yang, a police officer, now drove the car to the side of the road, the rear of the car turned on the double flash, crossed his legs, and talked to the person on the other end of the phone through the media of the mobile phone with a helpless face, "Don't say it yet, let me guess." Now there should be twenty or thirty people in the police station at this point, in addition to those middle-aged uncles who are lazy and lazy with greasy hairstyles and bald hairstyles, there are still four or five people with a little ability, judging from Lao Li's tone and attitude, Lao Li You should only call me, and this short point is enough to explain two things, one is that you treat me as a free laborer, and the other is that only I can touch this case, and others can only muddy this pool. Am I right? ”

Lao Li couldn't close his mouth with a smile on the other end of the phone, thinking: Xiao Yang, a free laborer, no, a patriotic and dedicated little police officer is really capable, but when Lao Li was still laughing on the other end of the phone, he heard the sound of two unknown objects colliding, one of which is likely to be a skull judging from the timbre.

With the sound of the engine starting, a classic car that symbolizes justice, the people and the law that is infinitely close to scrapping is speeding on the uneven wet horizon, Xiao Yang picked up his mobile phone and sent his girlfriend a sentence that he can't go at night, accompanied by the noisy sound of the old engine starting, on the way to the police station.

The piercing white light of the dilapidated police lights pierced through the rain and fog, and the whistling sirens sounded in the noisy and dirty streets, writing ordinary justice.

In the dim light, a dirty little hand held a worn-out pen, and wrote his diary today in a book belonging to Tu Chuanxin, accompanied by a tattered coat, and the four walls of the four walls of the family, and some black cards of special materials were placed around.

This is what is written in this relatively clean diary.

Why do people always walk fearlessly into the abyss of death because of their greed and desire?

Their future is obviously dark, and there is no light in sight, so what is it that motivates them to move forward?

Is it the reality of life or the depravity of human nature that drives them?

Even though I've done so many thousands, thousands of hands-on experiments and experiments, I still don't understand, I don't understand.

Of course, these are not the most important things at present, but on Monday in two days, what kind of expression should I bring to contact those students who live in rotten families? Cowardice, sadness? Angry, angry?

What about the policeman's performance? Will it surprise me?

A few years later, what will he look like when he sees me again?

Two days later, a beautiful woman came here with a black card in her hand and muttered, "Is there really anyone in this kind of ghost place?" Didn't you say that it was going to be demolished soon, this should be no man's land! ”

The beautiful lady, though with suspicion and a little fear on her face, approached the haunted room opposite him.

What is it that motivates them to move forward? And I, I really envy a family like Zhou Tai.