Epigenetic

Jiang Yi had a great sense of accomplishment in knocking people dumb. He briskly turned around and went to the corner, and turned on the lights again. After some bumps and bumps, under Zhu Weixing's blank gaze, he actually opened one... What is it called?Hidden space? !

A small mezzanine made of wooden boards, with a space of about [-] centimeters, once the door is closed, it can be padlocked.

But the lock of Meng's house was not fastened, and Zhu Weixing saw Jiang Yi take out a biscuit box from inside.

He hurriedly stepped forward to check, and asked curiously, "Why is there a mezzanine here?"

The important thing is why did the little bandit know that there is a mezzanine in Meng's house?

The little bandit sneered at Zhu Weixing's suspicions that he released from time to time: "You can find such a broken place when you go back to your home."

Zhu MSI was surprised: "Every family has it?"

Jiang Yi dismissed it with disdain: "The cerebellum that made this thing was underdeveloped. They said that in order to store valuables for the family, everyone knows that there is such a place for storing treasures. Add a broken lock and use it as a safe. Isn't this Begging a thief to steal?"

"So what did you put it in?" Zhu Weixing asked casually.

Jiang Yi's hooliganism is particularly frank: "H film."

Zhu Weixing immediately regretted asking a stupid question, and tried to give an adult-like calm on his face, but in exchange for Jiang Yi's playful stare.

Zhu Weixing changed the subject expressionlessly, pointing to the biscuit box: "Can you open it?"

Jiang Yi shrugged nonchalantly, and lifted the lid of the box neatly, and opened it.

Of course, there are no gold, silver and jewelry placed inside, only a comic book, a music box, and some scattered small objects, which look like commemorative collectibles at first glance.

Jiang Yi roughly tore off the music box to see what's tricky inside, but thanks to Zhu Weixing's foresight, he snatched it quickly to keep the lid.

Facing the angry face as if he had been robbed of a toy, Zhu Weixing softened his tone and showed him: "There is a small mechanism on the box, I think this should be opened from here, look... and then..."

"Tsk, it's so troublesome, it can be done in two seconds." Jiang Yi was dissatisfied.

I wish MSI said, you don't call it done, it's called crushing.

This music box is very delicate. There is a hollowed-out note on the box cover, which is similar to the restoration of numbered musical notation.

The little bandit beeped back to beep, he didn't really hinder Zhu Weixing's busy work, he sat down by the wall and reluctantly raised his mobile phone to provide him with a light source.

The two sat opposite each other in a dark room, the initial nervousness and anxiety slowly melted away in the quietness of the lamp, and a different kind of tranquility emerged inexplicably.

Disassembled the mechanism, Zhu Weixing smiled, and held it up to Jiang Yi with a sense of accomplishment: "Okay."

But his expression soon turned regretful again: "There is nothing in the box."

This regret sounded a little resentful and pitiful in Jiang Yi's ears.

"Idiot..." Jiang Yi scolded him, but his voice was very soft because of the silence around him, as if it was gentle.

Zhu MSI didn't care, and focused on restoring the box back.

It was rare for Jiang Yi not to rush, waiting for Zhu Weixing to put everything back in place.

Picking up the manga again, he flipped through it cautiously, but Zhu Weixing was taken aback.

An ordinary boy's hot blood seal, but the content inside is horrific and violent, bloody and curious, the scenes of murder and massacre are realistic and delicate, some of them are color pages, unsightly and too shocking.

Zhu Weixing squeezed her fingers, wanted to let go, but was afraid of missing some clues, and mentally struggled whether to continue.

Just as he was struggling, the picture book in his hand was taken away. Jiang Yi flipped through the book from the beginning to the end, and then from the beginning to the end. He shook the spine of the book twice, and threw it back.

"Trash, nothing hidden." Jiang Yi concluded contemptuously.

Zhu Weixing adjusted his breathing quietly. This Meng Ji was introverted, but his hobbies were a little off, which caught him by surprise.

Watching Jiang Yi put the box back into the dark compartment, the two returned to the alley along the long way.

When climbing the window, Zhu Weixing personally verified the fact that he could not leave smoothly without Jiang Yi's help, so he obediently accepted the friendly assistance of Jiang's parents.

Before leaving, Jiang Yi noticed that Zhu Weixing looked back at the photos in the cabinet again, with complicated and guilty eyes.

On the way home, I wish MSI silence.

This time, Jiang Yi didn't cross the crowd and walked to the front, walking leisurely beside Zhu Weixing.

Hearing Jiang Yi smiled, Zhu Weixing turned his head in doubt.

Jiang Yi took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, without lighting it: "Is this the sentence for myself? Is the next step to apologize with death? Last time who said that he just came back to life, and he regretted his life."

Zhu Weixing recalled that when the sprained foot begged the other party to buy a small cake that night, it seemed that he did say this?Jiang Yi actually remembered?

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "Of course I regret my life, and I will not admit my sentence easily. If the reality does not prove me guilty one day, I will live a dignified life." That is what he said, but Zhu Weixing knew in his heart that his hope and confidence were left to the present I am somewhat uncontrollably pessimistic about the past, who made Zhu Liangliang's character really bad.

Jiang Yi took out the lighter, lowered his head and lit the cigarette: "You'd better be."

In front of Building [-], the two parted ways.

Zhu Weixing said: "Thank you tonight." Although the harvest is not great, he still remembers the love of the little bandit, and he paid a penny.

The scarlet cigarette butt was on and off, and Jiang Yi spat out a round circle in Zhu Weixing's sincere eyes, and said bluntly: "If you want to thank me for sending the cakes, don't wait until I'm half starved to show up. Don't worry." Random addition, I don’t eat garlic, don’t eat onion, don’t eat coriander, don’t eat salad dressing, less oil and less salt, three eggs at a time, don’t put fat in the barbecue, remember to remove the seeds of peppers, don’t use a bowl when the cake is cold, use it Use the microwave."

Talk and think again.

"That's all for the time being, I'll let you know when I think about it."

Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked away gracefully.

Zhu Weixing left behind: "..."

I thought to myself, sometimes I don't have to remember so clearly one or two strokes of love.

……

When I got home, my brother was taking a shower, and my grandma had already returned to the room. Zhu Weixing thought about it and turned around in the room.

He circled around twice, carefully searching around, and saw nothing unusual on several walls, and finally saw an inconspicuous gap in the corner of the ceiling.

Zhu Weixing took a stool and stood on it, tried a few times, and pushed the corner.It was indeed a small hidden compartment.

Zhu Weixing reached in to touch, at first there was nothing, but he didn't give up, he stepped on his feet and searched again and again, and touched a hard object!Zhu MSI took it out and saw that it was a mobile phone.

Looking at the model and degree of wear and tear, it is actually better than my third-hand counterfeit product, and it seems to have been eliminated not long ago.

There is no one who will use such a good product at home except my past self.But how to hide here?Could it be that there is something ulterior in it?

The phone has already run out of battery, and Zhu MSI's broken charger doesn't match it, so he can only put it away temporarily, and plans to go to school tomorrow to try to borrow one from a classmate.

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When I went out the next day, I met Liang Yongfu standing in front of his balcony.

"Good morning." Zhu Weixing said.

"Good morning," Liang Yongfu said, "Auntie Gang Miao asked me something, and I chatted with her here."

Zhu Weixing glanced at the opposite building, the door of Jiang's house opened a little, and a flowery skirt flashed past there vaguely.

Zhu MSI nodded.

Liang Yongfu also went out, and before leaving, he handed over a large bag of things to Liang Yongli who was drying clothes, and went downstairs side by side with Zhu Weixing.

"Aunt Miao is going to City A in two days, and she gave away a lot of things before leaving." Liang Yongfu couldn't laugh or cry, "I can't shirk it."

Zhu Weixing thought of what Miao Xiangxue said to her grandma when she came to the house that day, it seems that she really gave Liang Yongli all the beautiful clothes, and she did what she said.

"Papa Jiang's lawsuit...is there any hope?" Zhu Weixing couldn't help asking a question.

"You also know about this?" Liang Yongfu was surprised, and then relieved, "Yes, who doesn't know at the door."

"The appeal is very unlikely to be successful. The time is long and the evidence is insufficient. Except for the defendant's family's dissatisfaction, the verdict is not very controversial. If there is no accident, it is impossible to overturn the retrial. I have told her many times about this."

"But she won't give up?"

"Yes," Liang Yongfu said helplessly, "After so many years of hard work, it has become an obsession. Don't look at Aunt Miao's heartlessness every day. The relationship between her and her husband should be very good. This lawsuit... the compensation is Part of the reason, more is still not reconciled."

"If you really win, how much can you pay?"

"I can't pay much, 10,000+ is the sky, I'm afraid I won't even be able to make up for the travel and accommodation expenses to and from City A over the years, but Aunt Miao has a very stubborn temper, no wonder her son also follows her."

Hearing Liang Yongfu mention Jiang Yi, Zhu Weixing took a look over.

"What's wrong?" Liang Yongfu smiled.

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "No."

"It's weird for me to talk about Jiang Yi?"

Zhu Weixing paused for a moment: "I thought you two had an average relationship."

"It's normal, no, it should be very bad, at least he did it with me unilaterally." Liang Yongfu said frankly, "For the big money."

Zhu MSI has been curious about this question for a long time.

Liang Yongfu didn't hide anything, and told him about the past: "The big money... so it's my dog."

I wish MSI an accident.

"About four years ago, my sister and I met it in the hands of a dog dealer in another city. It was sick and needed to be dealt with. We couldn't hold back our sympathy and bought it back. But at that time, I had to give it to a dog for the sake of research. The professor was writing a dissertation, so he had to live in the school for a while. I didn't expect my grandma to take advantage of my absence, and my sister couldn't control her, so she quietly left the big money in the trash can in the alley...it must have been picked up by Jiang Yi At that time, the dog dealer said that the rich man would not live to be half a year old, but now that he is raised so big, one can imagine how much Jiang Yi has spent and thought on him."

Liang Yongfu's tone was low, and he could feel helpless: "This incident told me a truth. Some lives, some responsibilities, before we can afford them, even kindness is sometimes a burden. Jiang Yi blames me, and it is understandable. He is courageous in his actions and promises a lot of money, and everyone in the alley loves to praise me, but I know that I have never...be inferior to him."

Zhu Weixing thinks that Jiang Yi is probably more resentful about this matter than Grandma Liang, that old lady loves her grandson so much and has a good face, knowing that the abandoned dog she threw with her own hands is called such a duplicate name, she can vomit blood in anger.This naive and aggressive revenge method is really bandit style.

Liang Yongfu sighed: "I also naively wanted to make some compensation, but unfortunately Jiang Yi didn't accept it. In fact, there is no such thing. He didn't like me since he was a child."

"He has never liked anyone." Zhu Weixing said.

"He likes you." Unexpectedly, Liang Yongfu's words were surprising.

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