The police did not give Mao Dan a chance to see Tingting for the last time.

That kind of anger condensed in the depths of his heart exploded instantly, shouldn't it be that scum who died?

I can't care about anything else, even if I fight for my life, I have to expose the crime of that scum to the world.

Desperate pulled out of the police and rushed to the second floor, where he was going to die with him.

The iron door was wide open, and the house was in a mess.

The shocking blood stains extended from the bedroom to the door, and on the sky-blue wooden door, there was a very clear bloody handprint.

It's too ruthless, Fang Tingting is too ruthless to herself.

The impulse just now instantly turned into nothing, and he stopped at the door, not knowing whether he should step into the threshold or not.

A man came out of the house, a man with a blank expression. She was followed by another policeman.

To Maodan's surprise, that person was actually Fang Tingting, so the person who was carried down just now was not her, but ......

Obviously, that scumbag, he got the end he deserved.

She didn't mean to let him in, she didn't make a sound, just stared at him fixedly.

He felt he had to say something.

"That, Tingting, don't be afraid, I did everything, I killed that scumbag."

He felt his voice tremble, his upper and lower lips trembling.

Unexpectedly, his opening angered her, and she was a little hysterical.

"Bastard, you should be satisfied with this situation!"

"No, no, Tingting, I didn't mean that. It's all my fault, and I'm willing to bear all the consequences. ”

"What consequences can you bear? Can you bring him back to life? Can you make it happen before it happens? ”

She cried, crouched down, hid her face and wept.

He was even more overwhelmed.

"Don't cry, I'm going to tell the cops that I did all this."

He turned around and ran downstairs, faintly hearing Tingting's desperate voice.

"It's late, it's too late."

He desperately wants to take all the crimes on himself, Tingting, that girl like a flower, in this world, she lived in the shadow of that scum for more than ten years, and now that the scum is gone, she should live well and decently.

For the student in front of him in school uniform, he pulled his clothes and wanted to admit that he was the murderer.

The policeman was visibly surprised.

However, he was still brought back to the Public Security Bureau.

The people's police are fair, and after simply asking Mao Dan some questions, they determined that this pimple-ridden baby was here to stir up the situation.

When the police forcibly sent him out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, he was still very unwilling, crying and shouting that he was the murderer.

The young officer sympathized with him.

"Young man, I have received your sincere heart for your friend, but our police have never let go of any criminal in handling cases, let alone wronged a good person. You should go back and do your duty as a student, study hard, and make progress every day. ”

Mao Dan was desperate, and he asked with a crying face.

"Brother policeman, will she be sentenced to death? That scumbag, he deserves to die, he can't afford not to die. It's just that when he dies, someone will give him a back, is this world swollen? ”

The police officer looked solemn and patted Mao Dan on the shoulder.

"It's hard to say, because he just happened to have his eighteenth birthday."

Eighteen years old, Mao Dan was a little puzzled, Tingting only passed her seventeenth birthday half a year ago, how could she turn eighteen so quickly.

"Brother policeman, are you mistaken, she is not yet eighteen years old."

The young policeman seemed reluctant to say more.

"Young man, do you believe that our police's ability to handle cases is good? Go back, your dad is waiting for you over there. Don't let him worry about you. ”

Mao Dan's father, the captain of the city management, was standing in the shade of a tree in front of the gate of the Public Security Bureau at this time. From a distance, his figure didn't seem to be as strong as it used to be.

The father and son were silent all the way, and when they got home, his father went into the kitchen and quickly packed up two dishes and served them.

For the first time, while his father poured himself a glass of liquor, he also poured half a glass for Mao Dan.

After a glass of wine, his father finally opened his mouth.

"I can't imagine that people can't be good-looking, and the polite bank director on the other side is so perverted. He, he's really not a fucking human, he deserves to die, it's not enough to die a hundred times. ”

Mao Dan poured himself another glass, tilted his neck, and dried it all. I got up and went back to my room, lay down on the bed, buried my face in the quilt and sobbed silently.

Youth, what a fucking sadness.

It was night, and the wind suddenly rose, and the north wind swept the sycamore branches and beat the windows, and there were many whimpering sounds.

It seems to be paying tribute to Fang Tingting's sad youth.

When the north wind whimpered, it seemed that a girl's intermittent cry came.

Mao Dan wanted to get up and take a look, but he had a splitting headache and couldn't lift his body softly.

He had never drunk alcohol, but he didn't expect two glasses of inferior liquor to be so strong.

He had a dream in a trance, in the dream, he finally got up, and the cry came vaguely from Tingting's house.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Erya's cry or Tingting's cry.

The doll-like face of Mai Tiantian in childhood and Fang Tingting's youthful face alternately appeared in front of her eyes.

In the end, those two good-looking faces were replaced by Tingting's father, the scumbag with a bloody and hideous face.

Sweat soaked the pillow towel, and when I woke up, the wind had stopped, and a ray of sunlight poured in through the gap in the window lattice.

The world seems to be so beautiful, and human beings are always so small and insignificant in the world.

The sun does not fail to rise in the east because of one's sorrow.

The loud aunt downstairs was there early in the morning, happily teasing her grandson.

When he got up, Lao Su had already bought breakfast on the table and put it on the coffee table.

He didn't go to work later because of a murder at the door.

Mao Dan suddenly felt a little lucky, he had such a grumpy father.

When I went out, the iron door on the opposite side was closed, but the wooden door inside was hidden, and the police put a seal on the outside of the iron gate.

Tingting, he wondered, should he go to the public security bureau to see her.

Lao Yu, a bastard, said that his love for Tingting was earth-shattering, the kind of crying ghosts and gods.

Such a big thing happened to Tingting's house yesterday, where did he go? I didn't even come to school.

When I go to school in a while, I must ask him what he thinks, his beloved girl has killed someone.

Today, the old man still didn't come.

The first class was a Chinese class, and the fat Chinese teacher who was also the head teacher came in and first glanced at the hairy eggs.

instructed Mao Dan to remove his table, and let Mao Dan sit next to Tingting's tablemate Xiaoyu.

Mao Dan wondered, what about the old man? Could it be that he is quietly changing schools?

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