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Zhao Yue played with the keychain in his hand and asked, "That Brother Qiao must be a Michael Jackson fan, right?"

Zhong Ling said: "Yes, it was at Brother Qiao's place that I heard his song for the first time."

Half a month later, Zhang Shiqiao's colleagues got married, and colleagues who had no assignments in the institute were invited to a wedding.It is not easy to do their job, they are so busy that they vomit blood every day, three meals are not fixed, and even a good night’s sleep is a luxury, and it is a dangerous job. When I was a colleague who was qualified to step into the grave of love, everyone responded with deep jealousy and blessings.

That night, Zhang Shiqiao drank too much when he was happy, and finally staggered back to the door in the middle of the night. He took out the key and couldn't put it into the keyhole. Kong suddenly rushed to the side again, Zhang Shiqiao lost his patience, and simply threw away the keys, and sat on the ground against the wall panting for breath, and then began to sing loudly after panting.

Most of the residents in this building were already asleep. At this time, there was an inexplicable sound of singing in the middle of the night, and the five notes were not complete. The residents who were awakened found that the source of the sound was on the fourth floor, and they all stuck their heads out of the windows to accuse:

"What are you singing in the middle of the night! Something's wrong!"

"Calm down, my daughter was scared to tears by you!"

There were also those who watched the excitement and shouted: "Hey, change another song, can you sing "The Moon Represents My Heart"?"

Zhong Ling lived opposite Zhang Shiqiao and had already woken him up by singing to him. He opened the door and saw Zhang Shiqiao sitting on the ground. Although he was unconscious, he was extremely excited.Thinking that adults are always so unreliable, Zhong Ling went over to pick up Zhang Shiqiao's key and opened the door for him.

Zhong Ling was only 11 years old, hadn't started to grow tall yet, and had little strength. Zhang Shiqiao was born tall and strong.Zhang Shiqiao was a little sober at this time, and looked at Zhong Ling with wide eyes, but he couldn't quite tell who the person in front of him was.Zhong Ling knew that he couldn't understand at all, but still said to him: "Brother Qiao, I'm leaving."

Zhang Shiqiao seemed to finally understand who this person was, and said in a daze, "Qiao, Brother Qiao is covering you."

Zhong Ling had already reached the door, and after hearing this, he looked back at him and closed the door for him.

Zhong Ling didn't have the strength to move Zhang Shiqiao onto the sofa. Zhang Shiqiao just sat on the floor with his back against the sofa legs and slept all night. When he woke up, he was sore all over. dragged himself through the door.I came back alone after the banquet last night. The person who dragged me in could not be the brothers in the office. Generally, the neighbors would not throw themselves on the ground and just pat their ass and leave. Zhang Shiqiao judged based on his years of investigation experience. Well, the one who committed the crime last night was either a weak woman or a brat.

Zhang Shiqiao moved his sore body, washed his face, and knocked on the door of Zhong Ling's house.

Zhong Ling looked out through the cat's eyes and opened the door after confirming that it was not a stranger. Zhang Shiqiao immediately asked, "You brought me into the house last night?"

Zhong Ling nodded without expression, "Yes."

Zhang Shiqiao smiled, "You are quite kind and righteous. With your small body, it is not easy to get me into the house."

"Help me once, and I will help you once too."

Zhang Shiqiao tilted his head and frowned, should this be said to be courtesy and help each other, or courtesy and justice must not be willing to owe favors, he asked: "If I didn't take you in last time, would you have left me alone last night? "

Zhong Ling thought for a while and said, "No."

Zhang Shiqiao asked with interest: "Why?"

"You were drunk and sang all the time last night. It was too loud. I'll go and gag your mouth."

Zhang Shiqiao pushed his head and scolded with a smile: "Damn kid." Then he looked behind him, "Is your mother at home today?"

Zhong Ling shook his head.

"Come to my house and I'll cook noodles for you."

This time, Zhong Ling agreed without much hesitation. The noodles Zhang Shiqiao cooked were really delicious, and he was enthusiastic. Although his words were not very pleasant, he was really good to Zhong Ling. She was on guard, but couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

After the two finished their noodles, Zhong Ling stared at several posters on the wall. The characters on the posters looked different, but the same name was written underneath, Michael Jackson.Zhong Ling took out her key, looked at the silhouette of the profile face and the letters MJ on the keychain, with a puzzled expression on her face.

Zhang Shiqiao patted him on the back and asked, "Do you know him?"

Zhong Ling shook his head, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry you don't know it, this is Michael Jackson, the king of pop music, awesome."

"Are all these people him?"

"Where are the few people, this is one person."

Zhong Ling felt strange, "Why does he look different? In this poster, he has dark skin, but in this one, it turns white again."

"It's powdered, do you understand?"

"Oh." Zhong Ling was dubious, feeling as if he had been fooled.

Zhang Shiqiao became interested, "I'll listen to his songs for you, I guarantee you won't hear them in music class." He opened the DVD, picked out a disc of Michael Jackson's concert, and fast-forwarded to his favorite performance.

A retro and intense rhythm sounded. The person on the stage was wearing a white suit, with the brim of the hat covering half of his face. The person's gestures were full of scorn, his joints were incredibly flexible, but his movements looked stiff, like a robot. Yes, Zhong Ling has never seen such a weird and novel dance. He didn't think it was pretty, but he was inexplicably shocked by it. When he saw the moonwalk, he couldn't help but let out a wow. When it appeared, Zhong Ling was completely stunned.

At the end of the song, Zhang Shiqiao couldn't help being a little proud when he saw that the cold-faced kid finally showed some vivid expression, "Not bad?"

Zhong Ling exclaimed: "He is so powerful!"

"Look down, there are even more powerful ones."

Zhong Ling asked: "What's the name of the song he sang just now?"

"Smooth Criminal means master criminal."

"Is he a master criminal?"

"No, this song tells a story. A woman was killed in her home. The murderer was a master criminal. He just wanted to catch that person."

"Then he's a policeman?"

Zhang Shiqiao laughed, "He is a singer, and I am a policeman."

Zhong Ling didn't take it seriously, "I know."

That day, Zhang Shiqiao showed Zhong Ling all the audio-visual resources of Michael Jackson in his collection, and finally sighed: "I don't know when he will come to China to hold a concert. I really want to see it once."

Zhong Ling said: "It's fine if you don't see it when you go to a foreign country."

Zhang Shiqiao snorted, "It's not that easy. Star chasing costs money and time. Going to his concert is harder than getting [-] points in your exam."

"It's easy for me to get [-] points in the test."

Zhang Shiqiao was choked by him, glared at him, and stretched again, "It's hard to spare a day's rest time, but I didn't get to accompany my girlfriend, it was all wasted with you."

"You still have a girlfriend?"

Zhang Shiqiao pushed his head, "Why can't I have a girlfriend?"

"Is she a policeman too?"

"No, she is a forensic doctor."

Zhong Ling had heard about this profession, and asked, "Then she dissects corpses?"

"Of course, she's more courageous than me." He hooked his finger at Zhong Ling, and said with a little mystery on purpose, "Do you know how forensic doctors dissect corpses?"

Zhong Ling shook his head.

Zhang Shiqiao put his hand on Zhong Ling's head, "We need to cut from here," slid his hand down his neck to his chest, "and then here," and slid it to his abdomen, "here is the last thing. What brain, heart, large intestine?" Ah, they were all dug out and checked.”

The place where Zhang Shiqiao's hand slipped gave Zhong Ling a chill, but he still said without changing his face: "Oh."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhang Shiqiao said, "One time my girlfriend did an autopsy. The corpse had been buried in the ground for a while, and it was completely decomposed. When the stomach was cut open, it was full of maggots."

A very bad picture appeared in Zhong Ling's mind. Although he didn't speak, his face turned pale.

Zhang Shiqiao sniggered in his heart, having had great fun in scaring children, and deliberately picked some scary experiences to add embellishment to him, and then Zhong Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and used the excuse that he slipped away before finishing his homework back home.

As a result, around eleven o'clock that night, the doorbell of Zhang Shiqiao's house rang. He opened the door and saw Zhong Ling standing at the door with his mouth pursed.

Zhang Shiqiao didn't know what he was doing here at this time, and asked, "Are you traveling at night?"

Zhong Ling looked away, "My mother won't come back tonight either."

Zhang Shiqiao didn't understand even more, "Huh?"

"I, my house is not safe."

Zhang Shiqiao was startled, rolled up his sleeves and was about to check, "Has someone come in at home? Or was someone marking the door?"

"No." Zhong Ling bit her lip and asked with difficulty, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

Zhang Shiqiao was stunned for a while, and after a while, he realized that he burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, did you listen to those things during the day, and you were so afraid that you couldn't sleep at night?"

Zhong Ling didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. He just asked, "Is it okay?"

Zhang Shiqiao turned sideways to make way for him, still smiling, "Come in quickly, little brat."

While sleeping, Zhang Shiqiao couldn't help teasing Zhong Ling, "Aren't you amazing? You don't laugh all day long. I thought you weren't afraid of anything. Hey, do you still want to hear it? I still have a lot of stories."

Zhong Ling retreated into the bed, "I'm sleepy."

"From now on, you will come to me when there is no one at home. Although I am also busy, I will be free every now and then. Look, I can tell stories, listen to foreign songs for you, and cook noodles that are so delicious. "Zhang Shiqiao patted his chest, "How about it, am I not bad?"

Zhong Ling turned over, "Your quilt smells so bad."

"Tch." Zhang Shiqiao kicked him lightly, "If you think it smells bad, go back to your own home."

From then on, Zhang Shiqiao would often call Zhong Ling over whenever he was free. This child was not likable at all, with a restrained indifference on his body. It was a kind of self-knowledge after getting used to being ignored and ignored. Can't help but feel sorry for him.He often teases Zhong Ling, tells him vividly about his experience in handling cases, and occasionally bullies him. Every time Zhong Ling, a young poker face, shows a different vivid expression than before, Zhang Shiqiao is always particularly full of achievements. feel.

Most boys of this age will regard some adult men as their idols, and this idol will usually be their father.Zhong Ling almost had no father for a long time. Zhang Shiqiao suddenly appeared in his life. In his heart, he is a father and brother. No matter how precocious a child is, his mind is always very simple. As long as someone treats him well, You can't help but want to be close to each other.

Zhong Ling said to Zhao Yue: "Although I never told Brother Qiao, he was always the person I admired most at that time."

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