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"Of course not!" It was Xie Zhi who spoke, "The police take protecting citizens as their duty. If you feel that your life is threatened, calling the police is the most correct choice."

"Well done." Different from Yuan Mu's gentleness, Xie Zhi's tone was always firm and direct.

Although the little boy was a little afraid of Xie Zhi at first, but after being affirmed, his eyes turned red for no reason.

Yuan Mu moved the chair closer to him, and hugged him gently, "Come on, don't worry, talk slowly, what's the matter?"

The little boy sniffed, "Yes, I must start with my sister."

"That man is the devil. He is not our real father."

"What?" Qian Sheng was also taken aback.

Because of this child's family, he also has an impression.Like my own home, it is self-made.

The man in this family got a small fortune by accident in his middle age, and he has a good financial sense, so he was able to earn a lot of money and make a way out, and now he has his current economic status.

It wasn't his own, but how could he remember that a man always said that he had a son and a daughter when he went out. It has been more than ten years, and this has not changed.

"He and my mother were married when I was just born." The boy explained.

He is 12 years old and is in the fifth grade of primary school.

"I heard from my sister that the money of the two of them is not theirs, it was left to us by our father." Mentioning his biological father, the boy's eyes turned red again.

"My sister said that my biological father loves us very much. My father is very skillful and can draw beautiful pictures. When I was a child, my family was poor, so my father made skirts for my sister and headdresses for my sister."

"Before I was born, my father also made me a lot of beautiful clothes. It was them...they sold them."

The boy is still young, and he doesn't understand some things.

Qian Sheng listened for a long time, and finally understood, "This kid's family first started with children's clothing. In the next two years, the clothing industry was not doing well, so he changed careers in time and joined our family."

"So you mean to say that the children's clothes sold by the couple at the earliest were left by your biological father before his death?"

"Hmm." The boy nodded vigorously, "Do you remember this dress?"

The boy took out his mobile phone and found a girl's children's dress.

It is clearly a style from more than ten years ago, but even now, it still catches people's eyes.

The little girl in the photo has a sweet smile and bright eyes, which match the dress very well.

"The model in this photo is my sister, and the dress was made stitch by stitch by my dad."

"My sister said that my father is a very good fashion designer. She said that I was the lucky star of the family. When I was pregnant with me, my father's dress suddenly won an award and made me a lot of money."

"Later, my father's previous designs were also taken seriously. That man relied on his father's design drawings to make his fortune."

"But these, these were originally left to me by my father."

"My sister said that it is clearly written in Dad's will. The house, money, and design drawings are all left to us."

"Then your father didn't leave anything to your mother?" Wen Yu felt very strange when he heard the will.

A sneer that didn't match the age appeared on the boy's face, "Of course it won't be left to her. She had already prepared the divorce agreement at that time. As soon as I was born, he would divorce my father."

"She cheated at that time, flirting with the man now. If it wasn't for that man who has no money, she saw that her father died and wanted to use my sister and me to get the inheritance. She would not bring us to remarry. "

"She doesn't deserve to use the money left by her father at all!" The boy's tone suddenly became fierce.

"I didn't lie at school. My biological father just left. But the teacher didn't believe me, so my classmates said I was a liar."

"I didn't, I really didn't!"

The boy was wronged and broken.

He remembers it very clearly, it was a Chinese class in his fourth grade last year.My sister just had an accident and was kicked out of the house by the couple.

He couldn't do anything, not even rush out and hug his sister.He could only watch helplessly as his elder sister limped away from the yard with thin luggage.

"I was in a bad mood those few days, and then the class composition was my dad. I would have written it, if my dad was still alive."

Because the teacher said at the time that the class composition would not be taken home, so even though he was afraid, he wrote it boldly.

Just like a dream, he wanted to have a dream, a dream that his biological father was still alive.

"I think, if my dad is still alive, he must be the best dad in the world. He is tall, powerful, and can protect me and my sister. When my sister meets bad guys, my dad will rush out to beat the bad guys away and let him Don't do anything wrong again."

"And, I think, he will also be a kind and understanding father. He will comfort her sister when she cries, and hug her when she is afraid. It doesn't matter if there is no mother, even if there is only father, My sister and I can also be raised well."

"I heard from my sister that my father is a very good designer and has won the highest award in the country. So I think, if my father is still alive, I will be able to wear new clothes designed by my father every day, and my sister will also like Pretty and pretty like a princess."

"How great would it be if Dad was really alive?"

What the boy wrote in his composition was actually just a vent of his true feelings.

Living in such a family, I am cautious and trembling every day. I am naturally precocious, and I understand that these words cannot be said easily.

But after losing his sister, he couldn't help but write it out.

After the teacher saw it, he called his mother out of concern about his family environment.But got the mother's denial.

The mother told the teacher directly that his biological father is the current father.In this composition, all boys are lying.

Teacher... I believe it.

So, she talked to the boy in private, fearing that he might have obstacles in his heart, and even invited the school doctor who was in charge of the mental health of teenagers to go with him.

However, the communication was not smooth.No matter how the boy explained, no one believed him because of his mother's words.

Later, I don't know who spread the story about the composition, and everyone said the boy was a liar.

"I didn't lie! I really didn't!" At first, the boy retorted angrily.

But the other party's words made him speechless.

"You haven't, then tell me what your biological father looks like!"

"……"he does not know.

Yes, he has never seen the appearance of his biological father. That woman, in order to empty her first marriage husband from her world, even bought a cemetery in the most sloppy suburb.There are no photos on the tombstone.

"I asked my sister, and my sister said that it has been too long, and she can't draw it anymore."

Therefore, just because the boy couldn't tell, he was even more convinced of his identity as a liar.

Although he was not isolated on campus, he no longer wanted to talk to anyone.

Because no one can understand and believe him.

"Do you believe me? I really didn't lie. You are the police, you can find out! I really have a biological father!" The boy was a little emotional.

Yuan Mu patted him on the back and comforted him, "We believe that you must not have lied."

The boy subconsciously looked at Xie Zhiqiansheng and Wen Yu, and he was not relieved until the three also expressed their belief.

Yuan Mu touched his head, "So, what did that person do to you and your sister? Can you tell us?"

The boy shivered subconsciously, and it took a while before he said, "He used to beat us with hangers and sticks. My sister said that this man used to be a gangster, and he often fought to help others. He knows the strength, How to beat without breaking people, and making people hurt. He often beats us like this."

"I'm okay because my sister is protecting me. He really hit us all the time."

The boy took a deep breath, immersed in the memory, his body was shaking constantly.

"When I was in kindergarten, I couldn't write pinyin well. The teacher found the parents, and he smashed my schoolbag and stationery when he came home."

In the mind of a young child, violent men make him panic.And the elder sister who stood in front of him didn't give him much sense of security.Instead, it made him even more frightened.

The iron clothes hanger lashed the flesh harder than a whip.The elder sister was afraid that her younger brother would be broken, so she could only bite her lip to protect her younger brother in her arms.

When the man finished venting, his sister was also beaten to death.But at that time, both the boy and the sister were too young to know that they could call for help or call the police.

"We asked questions online and got scolded." The boy recalled, it was in a life forum.

"We asked, is it right for a father to beat his child because of his bad spelling in Pinyin?"

"In that forum, there are all adults, and they all said that there is no problem. Many people also said that my writing must be too bad, and I will hate iron if I don't study hard."

"They also said that people of my generation were raised too squeamish. So if anything happens, it is the parents who are to blame."

"They also said that they were beaten more severely when they were young, and some were punished to kneel..."

"That's not the case." The boy shook his head desperately, "My sister was beaten so hard that she couldn't sleep for several days."

"At that time, it was just in time for the school physical examination, and my sister couldn't take off her clothes. The woman asked the teacher for leave, saying that her sister was sick."

"I thought at the time, if it was right for us to be beaten. Then why didn't that woman dare to let her sister go for a medical examination? Anyway, it was right! What does it matter if others see it?"

"They're all right after all, they're just disciplining kids. What's so scary about them?"

The boy's eyes were red, "That's it, it's been several years. Then it was the day my sister had an accident."

"My sister called the police, but she was exposed. The reporters put their face on it. After the man took her home, he didn't ask any questions. He just slapped my sister on the face, and her ears were bleeding."

"He also, he even took off my sister's clothes, saying that my sister is so cheap, if she dresses like this and goes out to be touched by wild men outside, why don't she wear any clothes at all from now on."

"!!!" Hearing this, Qian Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly stood up from the chair, "What you said is true?"

"Yes." The boy was filled with hatred, "If it hadn't been for my sister's death, she would have used a knife. He really dared to do that!"