After pompom enters Hades

"Yaqian, even you don't believe me... It's not because they are partial to my younger brother! Oh, I can't make sense to you..." The girl hung up the phone and walked home with heavy steps.

The pom-pom that was squeezed into the schoolbag did not dare to move at all, for fear of being spotted by the little girl in front of her if she moved too much. After screaming, she made headlines across the country as an unknown creature.

So Zhu Ning, an elite investigator of the Special Investigation Department, was carried home in a pink schoolbag of a junior high school girl.

The little pompom can see the surrounding scenery through the half-opened schoolbag zipper: old-fashioned residential buildings, drying sheets floating between the buildings, slightly damp corridors... and finally a small three-bedroom apartment.

The middle-aged woman glanced this way from the kitchen, and her face drooped immediately: "Why are you crying again, you have no energy all day long!"

In order to save space, the house did not have a living room. The little girl didn't have the mood to answer at all. She rushed back to her small room worriedly, put her schoolbag on the bed, closed the door with her mobile phone and rushed out.

"Mom, you still don't believe it. I recorded this last night...you watch it first, you finish it first!"

"Which family's daughter will use her mobile phone to take pictures of her own brother at night. As a big sister, you don't hope for your brother's well-being, but for his accident, don't you? I think Haotian's mania is caused by you."

"You read it first!!!"

"Why are you yelling, look at what kind of virtue you have grown up now..."

When there was a lot of noise outside, the little pompon tried his best, and the whole schoolbag fell sideways on the small bed.The little pompom firmly believes that he is not fat, but that the textbooks in the schoolbag take up too much space. Now it is very embarrassingly fluffy buttocks, and it is stuck between the books and the schoolbag.

The little pompom got angry, and its four extremely short plush claws kicked those nasty books with a swirling whirlwind!

The poor little girl's homework seemed to be sucked by the blades of the blender, and it flew out, and then smashed to the ground.

Little Pompom: "..."

The guilty little pompom finally crawled out, heaved a sigh of relief, and when he was about to escape from the window, he discovered that there was no window at all in this hut.

Zhu Ning had to carefully change back to the appearance of a young boy, ready to call Zhang Yujin, but the battery of his second-hand mobile phone had already aged and swollen, charging for 8 hours and standby for 8 hours. no electricity...

Zhu Ning was in this small room, looking for a charger quietly.Fortunately, the junior high school girl's mobile phone is also old. Zhu Ning had just rushed to 5% of the battery when she heard a burst of light footsteps outside, walking over.

He quickly turned back into a little pompom, swished back into his schoolbag and hid it.

The doorknob was slowly turned, and a seven or eight-year-old boy walked in. Although he was thick-headed and tiger-headed, his face had a strange sallow complexion. This should be the little girl's younger brother.

He squatted in front of his sister's desk and rummaged through it. He took out the watercolor pen, paper, pencil knife, and threw them out. Finally, he found half a bag of Skittles in the back of the drawer. He took out the candies and stuffed them into his mouth. .

When he found that there was only one piece of sugar in it, and the rest were all sugar residues, his little chest heaved violently. He was so angry that he twisted out the glue stick on the table and poked it on the table for a while, and then the books on the ground A pass on the watercolor pen.

After stepping on it to pieces, the little boy picked up the art scissors on the table and walked towards the pink schoolbag, as if cutting up his sister's schoolbag was the only way to vent his anger.

Zhu Ning, a young man in his 20s, was actually frightened by this child, and froze in his schoolbag while maintaining the appearance of a pompom.The little boy saw a fluffy white thing moving in the pink schoolbag, raised the scissors and stabbed it:

"My sister raises a kitten, and my sister secretly raises a kitten!"

The little pompom looked at the gleaming scissors, and bit it in fright.

Then the kid who was screaming gloatingly, saw the little kitten in the schoolbag, suddenly opened its bloody mouth of more than one meter, and clicked it down!

"what----"

Half a second later, the little boy's mother rushed in and saw his son lying in a pile of torn books, rolling and kicking, howling like a pig:

"My sister's cat bit off my hand, wow!!!"

But the child's hands are still in good shape, and he is waving and tearing the book indiscriminately.Whenever the child said some other reason, the middle-aged woman would feel distressed and comfort her, and would scold the rest of the family, but now that she was so obviously unreasonable, she had no reason to get angry, so she squatted down and coaxed: "Hao Hao, don't cry, It's time to eat, mom made it today..."

The little girl also rushed in. She had just quarreled with her parents, and she cried when she saw the trampled books all over the floor. She picked up her schoolbag and ran out:

"I'm never going back to this house again!"

And the little pompom in the schoolbag burped innocently.

I seem to have eaten something delicious and swallowed a pair of scissors?

Inside the schoolbag, the little pompom used its ball-shaped claws to press left and right on its chubby belly with great anxiety. The little girl with the schoolbag outside had already rushed all the way to the police station.

Sobbing, she hesitated for a while in front of the police station, and finally walked in with her schoolbag on her back.

"Son, why are you here again?" The old policeman on duty recognized the girls as soon as they entered: "Reporting a false police report is a very serious matter, do you know that?"

"Uncle policeman, my brother really wants to kill mom!" The girl put her schoolbag on the chair, and her voice was a little sharp because of nervousness: "I saw him sneak into mom and dad's room at four o'clock yesterday morning, holding a knife."

Although the old policeman had disbelief written all over his face, he still tried his best to hold his temper: "Then what?"

"Of, then..." The girl thought of the scene at that time, and trembled indiscernibly because of fear: "He stood at the head of my mother's bed and raised the knife! I was so scared that I yelled, he hit I rushed out of the room, and when my parents woke up and turned on the lights, he had already run back into the house. Me, I even recorded the video with my mobile phone."

The old policeman patiently watched the scumbag, almost completely black video recording in the little girl's phone: "I can't see anything here."

"I didn't dare to turn on the light, I was afraid my brother would see me..."

"Little girl, your younger brother is only in the second grade at the age of 8!" The old policeman interrupted with a sigh: "Last time you said that he put sleeping pills in your stepfather's cup, and this time you said that he was going to kill your mother." .”

"But, what I said is true." The girl insisted in a low voice.

"Little girl, the sleeping pill you brought as 'evidence' last time is called zolpidem tartrate. Even adults rarely know that it is a sleeping pill. Your brother is in the second grade of elementary school. Do you know those words?"

Seeing that the little girl kept crying, the old policeman slowed down his tone and said: "After you reported the crime last time, I have already learned about your family's situation from the street neighborhood committee. Your mother and stepfather are indeed partial, but you are now well Learn, don't make up these..."

"What I said is true, why don't you believe it!!!" The little girl broke out suddenly, turned her head and ran out crying, even forgetting to carry her schoolbag.

Another young policeman was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "Why are post-00s like this now, they are still yelling at the police station when they are exposed for lying."

"This little girl is quite pitiful. What I learned from the neighborhood committee is that her mother abandoned her biological father and remarried in pursuit of true love." The old policeman sighed:

"His mother really loves her current husband and youngest son. The youngest son has a mild... what is it called, yes, mania! He beats people, kicks people and smashes things when he doesn't like it. Parents just get used to it. On the weekend not long ago, I took my youngest son to Xiangxi for a trip, saying that changing the environment so that my son would not be so depressed would be good for his condition."

The little pompom in the schoolbag widened his eyes when he heard the word Xiangxi!

At first, the little policeman had objections to the little girl, but now he quickly switched sides and said angrily, "Their youngest son is depressed, but the eldest daughter is not. I'm used to mania!"

"But you can't report a false police report." The old policeman said with a serious face: "If you don't like your brother, you can scold him and educate him, but you can't make up nonsense and let the police arrest him. The nature of this is completely different! Last time The little girl also said that his brother's eyes are blue at night, like will-o'-the-wisps, is it possible?"

The young policeman also had a bad impression of the little girl: "You can't make up things about this little girl."

The old policeman became angry as he talked: "It's the 21st century and you still make up these gods and ghosts, this girl is completely ruined!"

He had just finished saying this when he saw the pink schoolbag on the chair fall to the ground, a small snow-white pompon rolled out of it, and instantly turned into a young man.

"Hi, I'm Zhu Ning, the executive officer of the Special Investigation Department, do you have a mobile phone charger here?"

Zhu Ning stepped forward very politely and asked.