The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 130 Suspicious Man in Black

"Maybe..." Rick hesitated for a moment, "Maybe Mrs. Wendy next door counts..."

"Tell us about this Mrs. Wendy." Shirley said, "What kind of person is she, why Daisy trusts her, where was she on the day Daisy disappeared..."

"Okay..." Rick said softly: "Mrs. Wendy...is a very gentle aunt...she treats us very well, just like her own child, so Daisy trusts her...the day Daisy disappeared, She... she seems to be at work..."

"Then is her child at home by herself?" Shirley continued to ask: "May 5 this year is Sunday, does she usually go to work on Sunday?"

"That day... her child seemed to be there." Rick recalled for a moment and nodded heavily: "Yes, yes! Mrs. Wendy took the child to church in the morning, and I saw it when I was playing in the yard in the morning, so it should be She didn't go to work until after church... She usually doesn't seem to work overtime. My dad has to go to work almost every day."

"What does Mrs. Wendy do?" Shirley asked.

"I don't know..." Rick was a little dazed: "But it seems to be a white-collar worker."

"You said before that you would definitely be discovered by your father when you ran out during the day. You mentioned before that your father came home from work, so... he works outside?" He Nan interjected at this time: "Then, it stands to reason It's not easy to be found by your father when you go out during the day, right?"

"No." Rick explained: "Monday, to Friday... I have to go to school. It must take a lot of time to find you, and I was discovered all of a sudden... On weekends, because there is no mother, father Now I don't work overtime anymore, almost none...he keeps looking at me suspiciously...I'm not even allowed to go out to play alone."

"Maybe it's because your father is worried that something will happen to you... He's the only family member like you." He Nan sighed: "Xue Li, how is it? Is there anything else to add?"

"Hmm..." Shirley thought for a while, then nodded, "No more. He Nan, let's continue. It's time to ask about the funeral."

"Okay." After He Nan hurriedly finished writing what he just said, he raised his pen again and looked at Rick: "Now, I want to ask you to recall the situation on the day Daisy was buried. Did any strange people come? Did anyone say anything strange?"

"Strange person... Ah, yes." Rick thought for a while, and said with certainty: "He was wearing a black robe, and said a lot of strange things to the coffin... I was too busy crying at the time, so Didn't hear very clearly."

"What did you say?" He Nan frowned, thinking that this was an important clue.

"It's like something...the dust is still returning to the ground, and the spirit is still returning to...something."

"...Still to the God who gave the spirit. Rick, I think the person you are talking about should be a pastor." He Nan said helplessly, "He doesn't count. That passage is just a eulogy...from the Bible. You guys My family is Christian, right?"

"Yes."

"It seems that the part about the funeral can be skipped... Let's talk about after the funeral." He Nan crossed out the paragraph "The suspicious man in black robe said a lot of strange things to the coffin" in his notes. Looking at the key number that was originally clicked on the side, I felt helpless: "After the funeral, what did you do?"

"We... went straight home."

"How did your parents react? Do they have any emotions?" He Nan asked.

"...my mother was crying very sadly, and my father was crying and sullen, and seemed to be very angry." Thinking of this passage, Rick seemed to feel very painful: "The police were still looking for the murderer, but many I still can't find it...he has been in a bad mood all the time, he often yells and beats my mother..."

"Did he hit you?" Shirley asked with concern.

"No..." Rick shook his head: "But he will tell me to go away and let him be quiet... He must think of Daisy when he sees me. He has always liked Daisy more... Maybe he died If it was me, he wouldn't be so sad."

"You can't say that." He Nan sighed: "Whoever is killed, he will be sad...Let's continue talking, Rick. You drive home—what happened after you got home?"

"When we got home... Dad and Mom didn't pay attention to anyone at first, but then they had a big fight for some reason." Rick looked sad: "When they quarrel, they like to push me upstairs... but the noise is so loud , I could hear it clearly upstairs. They argued for a long time that day... Mom didn't even cook the food at night, but just warmed up some microwave food for us to eat."

Hey, microwave food...

He Nan suddenly felt that he could understand Rick's mood at that time very well.

Broken heart...

...Pair it with microwave food that is still cold in some places and tasteless.

This is the deadly recipe for making an otherwise passable life suddenly unbearable.

This really is the worst day ever for Rick.

……one.

Because of what happened later, I really stabbed the wound in my heart again and again, then sprinkled some salt and chili oil, and then roasted it on the fire.

"What was your parents' state before you went to bed that night?" He Nan asked Xiang Rick.

"They don't talk to each other..." Rick said softly, "They have been like this since my sister passed away. They slept in separate rooms... I was always afraid that they would divorce because I don't have a sister anymore. Without a father or a mother...and, and...and single parent kids are laughed at at school..."

"I understand." He Nan, as a person of Asian descent who had no parents since he was a child, can't count the amount of insane discrimination and violence he has suffered: that's when he first learned to fight.

Then when there was a fight, he was always criticized by the school.

But it doesn't matter.The point is not to be cowardly.

People bully you, the more you give in, the easier it is for you to be trampled under your feet.In the future, you will be the punching bag on campus, and you will definitely be a must.Fighting back is the most important thing, it doesn't really matter whether you can win or not.Let people know that bullying you is costly, and you will also be beaten, and this group of iron wastes who bully the weak and fear the hard will naturally run to find the next soft persimmon.

As for his situation, it is beyond his control.

You can only help yourself by yourself.

But Shirley has never experienced the issue of school violence.

Although she had just been adopted to Japan and went to school before she could speak a few words in Japanese, she was not bullied—on the contrary, she was treated preferentially by everyone.

Because when the classmates heard that she grew up in the United States when she was a child and was just adopted to Japan, they immediately thought she was so foreign, so powerful, and lived in the United States...

(End of this chapter)