Young detective case book

Wasn't Edward Guyn just as hopeless and helpless when his mother died?So he was immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself, and finally became a perverted murderer.

For a moment, Suye suddenly felt that she and him were connected.

Without turning off the light, Suye retreated directly into the bed.

The rope was tied too tightly, and the slightest movement could cause an embedded pain in the ankle.For him, pain is actually a good thing, at least it can stimulate his mind to be clearer.What was more unbearable was that he couldn't turn over freely and do some curling and stretching movements freely because his feet were bound, but he gradually got used to it.

The bed was too big, the surroundings were empty, and the quilt was too light and soft, so there was no sense of oppression at all.

Suye felt uncomfortable all over his body, very uncomfortable, he began to miss his narrow hard board bed made of two large wooden crates, and his heavy old quilt that was covered from small to large.

Staring at the snow-white ceiling, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and warm moisture appeared in his eyes unconsciously, and he pursed his lips tightly.

"If you want, you can rely on me as an older brother."

Ou Yuchen would never know that even though he pretended not to care on the surface, when he heard these words, Suye's heart felt as if he had been punched hard.

A cowardly and incompetent father, a mother like a courtesan, the difficulty of living in poverty... When he was a little sensible, Suye knew how to pick up beverage bottles, waste paper shells, and wire ropes everywhere... Pick up everything that can be sold and can be sold Things to supplement the family.

The old books that occupy most of his bookcase are all bought back by selling scraps.

The deepest memory is the cheap and pungent smell of powder on my mother's body, the curling smoke rings, the strong smell of alcohol, the staggering footsteps, and my father's angry, red eyes.

"Look at what you look like?! You come home drunk every day, and you still know this is your home!" Dad yelled angrily for the first time.

"Who told you that you have no ability to support me?!" Mom showed no sign of weakness, slanting her dull and sleepy eyes, belching from wine, holding a short cigarette between her fingertips painted with red cardamom, her voice Sharp and cold, "Why do you care about me if you can't afford me?!"

"I'm your husband! Look at Suye, he's your son! With your appearance, how can we father and son face others?!" Dad was trembling with anger, his voice was high-pitched, vaguely mixed with hoarse sobs.

"You also know that you are my husband?" Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground fiercely, the mother put her hands on her hips and frowned, "What did you give me?! I can't even afford a decent dress! I have to wait for others to buy vegetables Pick the rest...why do you let me live hard with you?!"

"You were the one who pestered me first!"

"I have my eyes on the young master of the Su family! It's not you, a waste who loves to buy a bottle of skin cream for his wife!"

Dad's eyes were red, he stared at her, and gritted his teeth: "So you cheated behind my back?! Did you think I was dead?!"

"Is there any difference between being alive and being dead? You can't even afford to support your wife and children. I've been married to you for more than ten years, tell me! Have I lived a good life?!" Mom raised her chin, her face full of contempt.