Liu Dan looked at me for a long time, and it seemed that he finally mustered up the courage and said timidly: "Actually, I want to ask, can you send me back?" ”

"Why should I send you back? With such a big person, won't you go home by yourself? ”

"No, the murder case is in an uproar now, not to mention that our family is close to each other, and the two of us will go back together, so it will be safer."

It turns out that she is in this mind, my God! Does this little girl think of me as something, a free bodyguard?

Looking at Liu Dan's flushed face, I suddenly wanted to tease her, so I simply turned around and said cheaply: "Wouldn't it be strange for a man and a woman to go home together?" Besides, those of you who study well, aren't you afraid that others will misunderstand what kind of early love or something? ”

"It's not ... In special periods, do you have to use special methods? . . . ”

"Then what if others misunderstand, when the time comes, those tongue-chewing guys in the class will definitely say that the two of us are each other."

Hearing me say this, Liu Dan was stunned for a moment, and then his little face turned even redder, and tears were about to ooze out of the pair of watery eyes.

Next, in a barely audible voice, she squeezed out this sentence from her throat: "Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, I don't hate you anyway... ”

Having said that, it seems a little unrighteous for me to continue to squeeze her.

Besides, I also know that Liu Dan can beg me like this, and it is a last resort.

Her family situation is not good, Liu Dan's parents run a food truck, get up early every day and sell boxed lunches to make money, plus there is a younger brother at home to study, so naturally they don't have time to pick her up from school every day like other families.

It is said that the children of poor families are in charge of the house early, and Liu Dan is a good example. Relying on the meager living expenses every month and the part-time job on weekends to make money, this poor girl was stunned to achieve excellent grades in school.

A few times at lunchtime, I even saw her hastily buy two steamed buns in the cafeteria, and then went back to the classroom to continue her studies.

Although she has always been tolerant and generous, because of poverty, other girls are unwilling to be friends with her, and over time, Liu Dan has been forced to become one of the few "lone wanderers" in the class.

To be honest, a girl like her is always tenacious and distressing.

Looking at her tearful eyes, I always felt sour, it seemed that for the first time in my life, I felt guilty about what I had done.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm leaving, if you want to follow, it's up to you!"

Liu Dan quickly dried his eyes and ran over with a schoolbag sewn full of patches: "Gao Fei... You... Wait for me.... ”

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Life is like a drama, which is full of all kinds of absurdity and incredulity, before that, who would have thought that the famous inferior students in the whole school could actually get together with the high-achieving study committee members.

For the next month, on the way to and from school every day, I felt like a noisy sparrow around me.

As time went by, I gradually discovered that I had so many things in common with Liu Dan before. It's like two wandering dandelions, finally meeting each other at this moment.

The love of students is always pure and beautiful, and it is inevitable that it is mixed with a little shyness. In fact, if you really love someone, there are not so many sweet words and vows, sometimes, a look, a greeting is enough.

The two who really love each other will climax when they hold hands.

When the two of us are alone, we hardly talk about anything, and we can't wait to talk about everything we have experienced in our lives.

But whenever we stepped into the school gate, we tacitly regarded each other as strangers, and even when we met, we only whispered greetings.

Sometimes, I wish the journey home could be a little longer, but even if the road is longer, there will be a time when there will be differences. When night falls, I tend to lie in bed and can't sleep, hoping to see her again the next day.

Gradually, she and I seemed to be undergoing some kind of inadvertent change. Liu Dan became more and more cheerful and confident, and gradually made some friends in the class.

And in the past month, the scars on my face have become less, after all, I am busy accompanying her to and from school every day, so how can I have the time to cause trouble again.

At the same time, the news about the serial murder case seems to have come to an abrupt end.

Some people say that the psychopathic killer has been caught by the police, and he found an execution ground overnight and hanged himself. It is also said that the psychopathic killer felt threatened, so he wandered to other places to continue his crimes.

In short, life still has to go on. Compared with this kind of secretive case, aunts and uncles are still more willing to put the conversation on vegetables, rice, oil and salt.

As for me, I am obsessed with picking up Liu Dan to school and leaving school every day, and I am naturally disdainful of other things, and sometimes I have thought that the so-called happiness is probably nothing more than that.

After another half a month, the story of the serial murder case disappeared completely from the streets and alleys, as if the poor women had never died, and the murderer had never killed anyone.

However, looking at all the serial murderers in ancient and modern China and foreign countries, there is one thing in common between them, that is, the so-called "cooling-off period of crime".

The murderer of serial murder always reaps great satisfaction after killing an object, and from a professional point of view, this criminal satisfaction is similar to sexual pleasure. After reaping the thrill of this crime, it always takes some time to enjoy and digest it.

Different murderers take different times to digest this pleasure. And once they become addicted, they will become addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves. As time goes by, when the excitement wears off, these frenzied guys tend to raise their butcher knives and commit crimes again.

Now it seems that that time of comfort is nothing more than a mirror, and as the old saying goes, it is always the most peaceful before the storm.

One Saturday afternoon, I remember that day vividly.

That day, Liu Dan asked me to go to the library to review the content of the college entrance examination, and in the evening, we went to a Chinese restaurant next to the school to eat. According to her words, I was her intimate bodyguard for free for two months, and this meal was a thank you gift from her to repay me.

So that day, I rushed home from the Internet café for the first time, and tried my best to find a few textbooks that were barely in appearance from the debris piled up in the firewood room.

But at this moment, my father suddenly walked up to me with a solemn face and called me into the room.

I have the impression that I lived so long and that father and son almost never had a decent conversation.

To be honest, I knew almost nothing about him except for the name Gao Tianwen. I don't know his age, I don't know his profession, and I don't know his past. In addition, my dad is not at home almost all day, so I feel like a stranger to him, and since I was a child, the word father, in my heart, is just a title.

But that day, his expression was unusually serious, and it seemed to me that the Holy Cultists were going to perform some kind of solemn ceremony. For the first time in so many years, I didn't dare to say anything, just mechanically followed him and walked into the room together.

I haven't been home for more than three months, and when I look at it, I don't know each other. The huge bedroom was full of all kinds of books, and the bathroom behind it was locked by him with a big lock, and the whole room was filled with this strange smell.

It wasn't until much later that I realized what that smell meant。。。。。

My dad ushered me into the room, then slowly closed the door and motioned for me to sit down on the chair in front of me.

Finally, he slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to me, and lit one himself. While I was smoking, I glanced at his face.

Black-framed glasses, deep eyes, and white hair vaguely exposed on the sideburns on both sides. If you look at it a few more times, you will feel that the middle-aged man in front of you gives people an unfathomable feeling, as if he is an abyss。。。。。

After a few moments, my dad suddenly spoke, his voice very calm, almost without a trace of emotion: "Goofy, how old are you?" ”

I took a puff of my cigarette and slowly uttered a number: "Seventeen." ”

"That's it!" After listening, his eyes became more profound: "Unexpectedly, seventeen years have passed, and it's time... ”

"Is it time? What do you mean? "I was a little confused by what he said, and I didn't know what my dad was trying to say.

But my dad's purpose didn't seem to be for me to understand what he meant, and at this moment, he just wanted me to listen to him.

"Have you heard about the murder that happened on the street a while ago?"

"Well, I heard that."

"Any thoughts on that case?"

The more he said, the more confused I became, "Thoughts, what do you mean?" ”

"It's similar to the detective's reasoning about the murderer, similar to what kind of person the other party should be, what kind of motive he used to commit the crime, and what kind of means he used to kill those poor people." My dad said calmly, and at the same time, he slowly reached for the other end of the chair.

To be honest, by now, I'm starting to get a little impatient, after all, Liu Dan is still waiting for me in the library.

"Why do I have the spare time to take care of these, does the case have anything to do with me, what does Lao Tzu care about?"

Speaking of this, my dad suddenly looked at me, and then a strange smile appeared on his face: "Child, believe me, there will be a relationship, there will be one." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of photographs from his chair and threw them in front of me.

When I saw the stack of photos, cold sweat instantly flowed down my back. I couldn't hold back, and I threw it up directly。。。。。。