Ding Bao lowered his head, and his tone was a little low.

"Some time ago, I had a car accident and left a little scar on my leg, I found a plastic surgery company for scar removal surgery, and I was about to have surgery, so I was taking some sustained-release medicine, is there any problem?"

"I didn't ...... No, if it's convenient for Miss Ding, let's do a physical examination tomorrow. ”

"Okay, I'm fine."

The chat ended, and the three got up to leave.

Before leaving, the woman also left Ding Bao a business card, on which her name, employer and contact information were written.

"Call me tomorrow when you get to the hospital."

"Okay."

Sending those people away, Ding Bao stood on the playground downstairs, watching a group of children gather in a circle and play with lost handkerchiefs.

"Throw it, throw it, throw it away, throw it lightly behind the child, don't tell him......"

The nursery rhymes in the depths of my memory seem to be awakened at this moment.

The sun was very strong, Ding Bao squinted his eyes and slowly sat down on the bench by the playground.

"At that time, this was your favorite game to play."

The dean didn't know when he came over and sat down next to Ding Bao.

Older people like to reminisce about the past, and the dean's memories are only these children who don't belong to her.

"When you were young, you didn't have such a big playground, so you stayed in the open space at the back, and when it rained, it was all mud, and all the children played dirty......"

"Do you remember their names?"

"Remember, a group of people who came in with you, Xiaohua, Momo, and you, are all in contact now, and they are doing well, and there are a few children younger than you, most of whom are already working."

"Dean, what about Xiaojing, do you remember?"

"I remember."

Ding Bao turned his head and looked at the old man beside him, staring at the smile in her eyes.

"Dean, how many years has it been since our Angel House was built?"

"If you do the math, it must be more than 30 years."

"Then why did I never see my former brothers and sisters come to see you?"

The dean smiled and shook his head.

"I raised you, and I didn't let you come back to see me, you just have to live your own life, so I can feel at ease."

Ding Bao turned his head and once again looked deeply at the children on the playground.

They laughed so carefree.

When leaving, Ding Bao stopped downstairs in the dormitory area, which used to be just a two-story old house, and a hut was built outside to store sundries.

There used to be a caretaker who lived in it and supervised the children's evening routines.

"What's wrong?"

The dean gently patted Ding Bao's shoulder from behind.

"It's changed, hasn't it? In the past, the small house here was demolished, and a lot of things were turned out, all of which were left behind by you children when they were playing in it, and I only cleaned it up some time ago, and it was really a bunch of naughty tricksters......"

Ding Bao was thoughtful.

"Can you take me to see it? I remember losing a lot of marbles here when I was a kid. ”

"Yes, come and come, I've put it in the grocery room in the basement, there are too many things, I'm old, I really don't have the energy to take care of it, so I'll put it all there."

There was a bright yellow light in the cramped and dim basement, and the dean stayed with Ding Bao for a while before being urged away by a phone call.

"See for yourself here, I'm a little busy beforehand."

When Ding Bao was the only one left in the basement, she stood up the ladder, laboriously removed the box placed at the top, blew off a thick layer of floating ash on it, and opened it to see that it was full of small bits and pieces, buttons of different colors and sizes, all kinds of marbles, unknown plastic boards, and many colorful small jars.

Ding Bao rummaged through it, and suddenly saw a hairpin that had faded.

When I picked it up, I saw that the butterfly hairpin had already been mottled after being bumped, and the metal clip had been corroded and rusted, and it took some strength to pinch it.

Back then, it was to find this hairpin that she would walk into the hut in the evening.

Continuing to rummage, Bendu has gained nothing, but when he was about to put the box back, his feet slipped on the dust, and all the things in the box were scattered, and the ping-pong fell all over the ground.

Ding Bao frowned and bent down to clean up, but accidentally touched a sharp object in between.

Something that shouldn't have been noticed, but there was a little glitter on the ground, and I squatted down and picked up a piece in front of my eyes to look at it carefully.

A hard object that is slightly larger than a sand particle, and it is still a little sharp when it is gently rubbed on the fingertips, and without waiting for Ding Bao to speak, Bazahei took the lead in speaking.

"Isn't this just glass that has been ground to slag? How is it mixed in a sandbag? ”

At this time, Ding Bao noticed the small sandbag that fell in the corner, the outer layer was wrapped in pink cloth, and the inside was filled with sand, which was a small toy made by the children in the orphanage. 、

It looks almost indistinguishable from sand, and it is even more unlikely to be spotted when mixed in a sandbag.

Who's going to stuff glass into a punching bag like this?

"You kids are really idle, you have to have some skills to grind the glass like this."

Ding Bao squatted on the ground, looking at the little crystal on his fingertips, almost instantly, those secrets buried in the depths of his memory became alive again.

The murder weapon that could not be found back then was in this small sandbag.

For a moment, the world was spinning in front of her, and she leaned down and quickly picked up all the sand scattered on the ground, and took a new bag from her bag and put it in.

After making sure that there was no glass slag on the ground, Ding Bao packed up everything on the ground, patted the dust on his body and left the basement.

But when the dean returned home after saying goodbye, Ding Bao put all the handfuls of sand in the glass box.

"What are you bringing this back for?"

There are so many things that Baza Black is curious about.

Ding Bao is always doing some strange things, such as now, who is okay to bring these things back.

Not surprisingly, Ding Bao ignored it.

"Ignore me again."

Baza Hei loves to mutter, broken thoughts.

In the past, Ding Bao directly ignored it, but now she replied to it for the first time.

"You've checked so much information about me, don't you know what I did when I was a child?"

Baza Black came to interest.

"I only checked everything about you since you became an adult, and I only had written information before, which was incomplete."

"No wonder...... Do you want to know? ”

"Can you tell me?"

Looking at the sand in the glass box, Ding Bao raised his hand to support his chin and said in a deep voice.

"I, ah, killed someone when I was a child."

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