Young detective case book

The voice downstairs unknowingly weakened, disappeared, and the whole small building was completely quiet.

They must have finally left.

In a daze, Suye fell into a deep dream.

He dreamed about things from long ago.

I can't remember whether I was five or six years old. That day, the sky was gray, like a layer of ashes from the bottom of a pot.The wind in late autumn, wrapped in rustling coolness, is like an extremely huge broom, rolling up withered yellow and broken leaves, and brushing across the street.

Suye shrugged her shoulders, put her face in her hands, sucked her nose hard, and sat curled up at the factory gate, staring inside.As usual, quietly waiting for Dad to get off work.

Dad didn't make much money, so of course he couldn't go to kindergarten—the kindergarten at that time was still state-run, and the fees were far lower than those of later generations.However, for their family, it can be regarded as a considerable expense, and it can be saved if it can be saved.

Mom is always very busy and can't see anyone all day long.The 12-inch black and white TV at home has a poor signal, so it can only receive programs from CCTV.The picture shakes very badly, and it is covered with snowflakes, which makes people lose the interest of "watching" at all.

The few comic books that Suye had read countless times, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are fluent.

His only pleasure is to go to the factory not too far from the family building, waiting for his father to get off work and go home together.

Waiting and waiting, waiting until the shivering with cold and the flat stomach growling in protest, Dad came out among a group of people wearing gray-blue canvas overalls.

"Really, didn't I tell you not to run out? It's so cold, what should I do if I catch a cold? The traffic on the road is very dangerous." Dad complained naggingly, but his eyes were smiling, bending Becoming a crescent moon, obviously she didn't mean to be unhappy at all.Rubbing Suye's little head, he took his cold little hand and wrapped it tightly in his calloused palm, "Today, Dad has earned extra loading fees, so let's buy Suye a delicious roasted sweet potato."

"Really?" Suye sniffed down her nose again and called out excitedly.

"Yeah." Dad nodded vigorously and smiled softly.

After passing the door of the house, and then crossing two streets, there is a crossroad.

At that time, the urban management, which was criticized by the common people but had to exist, had not yet appeared, and it was commonplace to occupy roads for business.Sellers of roasted sweet potatoes, tofu, melon seeds, and vegetables... all gathered at that intersection, forming a small market that had begun to take shape spontaneously.

From a distance, Suye could smell the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the burnt smell of fried melon seeds, and the sauce smell of marinated chicken feet...

Sandwiched between the middle-aged woman selling Chinese cabbage and the old woman selling socks and insoles, there is a small two-wheeled cart that is well supported.On the car was a large orange-red iron drum that was used by a certain chemical factory, which was burning hot. On the lid of the drum were a few roasted sweet potatoes, which were hot and filled with white steam.

The old man selling roasted sweet potatoes was wearing a shabby jacket that was clearly out of season, and both cuffs were frayed, revealing white cotton wadding.With his hands in his sleeves, he sat on a ponytail. His gray-brown face was covered with criss-cross folds, like dry and cracked barren land. He yelled in a slightly blunt foreign accent: "Roasted sweet potatoes! Fragrant sweet potatoes!" Sweet roasted sweet potatoes..." Seeing them approaching, he immediately smiled, "Hey, buy a sweet potato for Baby, it's yellow flesh, it's so sweet."

Dad picked out two sweet potatoes with charred skins and sticky syrup coming out of them.

The old man took out an old newspaper, wrapped the sweet potato with his hands full of cracks, handed it to Dad, and took a few ten-cent notes from Dad.

After stuffing the roasted sweet potatoes to Suye, his father smiled and reminded him, "You can only eat it after you go home and wash your hands."

The paper bag stayed in the palm for a while, and then felt the scorching heat, and Suye poured it back and forth between his hands several times.Blowing hard, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, it smells so good.He watched curiously as the old man smoothed out the curled ten-cent note carefully, and put it in the blue cloth bag wrapped around his waist with great care.

Just when they turned around to leave, an accident happened.

Seven or eight teenagers in strange clothes, like a group of high-spirited roosters, gathered aggressively in front of the iron bucket of roasting sweet potatoes.

The middle-aged woman selling Chinese cabbage, the old woman selling socks and insoles, and several other small vendors nearby, seeing that the situation was not good, moved away from their stalls one after another and looked at them from afar with panicked faces.

The head is a boy with yellow hair, his neck is stalked, lazily holding a toothpick, wearing a crumpled silver-gray jacket, the zipper is unzipped, revealing the dirty black T-shirt inside, and a huge white skull is spread all over the place. chest.He shouted gruffly at the old man who sold the sweet potatoes: "Hey! Damn old man, my brother ate your baked sweet potatoes yesterday and got diarrhea. Tell me what to do!"

"Momo, it's possible, you guys made a mistake, you must have made a mistake." The old man turned pale with fright, and rubbed his hands tremblingly.

"You mean our brothers wronged you?!" Huang Mao spat out the toothpick with a "pooh" sound, and shook his head at the accomplice beside him, "Brothers, let me smash his stall!"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, it's not easy for me to start a small business," the grandfather hurriedly wrapped up a few big sweet potatoes and handed them over, begging, "It's just baked, it's fragrant and sweet, Don't think so, give it to a few little brothers to taste."

"Crack!" Slapping the sweet potato fan to the ground, Huang Mao sneered, "I'm so old! Who cares to eat your rotten sweet potatoes! If you're smart, hurry up and pay for the medical expenses, or you'll ruin your business!"

The old man bowed his waist and cupped his hands repeatedly, like a poor prawn, begging bitterly: "I am very old, and I don't have a baby, so I just earn a little money by selling sweet potatoes, you little brothers There are a lot of adults, let me live..."

He chattered and chatted for a long time, Huang Mao became impatient, kicked his stomach obliquely, and the old man fell heavily beside the small cart with a "bang".He yelled "Ouch, Ouch", struggling to get up with his hands on the ground.

Sellers, shoppers, passers-by...attention was all attracted by the sudden noise, but they watched and discussed from a distance, and no one offered a helping hand to the old man, let alone willing Come out and do justice.

Maybe they are sympathetic in their hearts, but no one wants to ask for trouble and cause trouble for the upper body.

The old man finally got up tremblingly, his sunken eye sockets were wet, and his skinny and chapped hands, like old bark, trembled violently.Maybe it was because of anger, maybe it was because of pain, maybe it was because of fear, his whole body was trembling finely.

Huang Mao yelled viciously, "Pay money quickly! Otherwise, I will kick you to death!" As he spoke, he kicked the old man to the ground again.

This time, the old man couldn't get up for a long time. Like a beaten frog, he struggled to move his limbs on the ground. The old jacket was dusty and scratched a few times.

Suye felt that his father was holding his hand tightly, and then he said softly, "Hey, you go home first, and Dad will be back in a while."

He let go of Su Ye's hand, pushed aside the spectators in front of him, walked over step by step, and helped the old man up. With a gentle, almost flattering smile on his face, he said to Huang Mao: "Young people, don't get too angry. He is old enough to be your grandfather, how can you kick him? The bones of the old man are fragile, and it will be bad if you hurt your bones."

Huang Mao and the others didn't expect that someone would dare to stand up, and they were a little dazed for a while.They looked at him together in surprise, and when they realized that he was just a thin, middle-aged uncle, their surprise turned into contempt.

The other people who were watching also focused their eyes on Dad in a daze. Their eyes were like looking at an idiot.

In an instant, there was an eerie silence at the scene.

Soon, Huang Mao regained his domineering arrogance, stretched his neck and looked at the overbearing middle-aged man in front of him, "Bah!", spit out thick yellow phlegm, like two caterpillars With thick black eyebrows, he roared sharply: "Aren't you tired of working?!"

The comrades behind him also yelled: "Don't dare to meddle in our brother's business, and don't ask who the brothers are!"

"Ask yourself for trouble!"

"Get out! Or I'll clean it up with you!"

Dad's face turned pale, but he stood stubbornly in front of the old man, persuading in vain: "You are still young, you should think about the consequences when you do things, or you will regret it in the future..."

"Fuck your sister! There's so much nonsense, brothers, teach him a lesson!" Somebody yelled, and the punks immediately rushed over to him, punching and kicking, and raindrops fell on him.

Facing a group of young men like wolves and tigers, Dad was completely helpless, and was knocked to the ground with three punches and two kicks, and became a target for them to practice punching and kicking.

"Don't hit my father!" Suye's eyes were red, he threw away the roasted sweet potato in his hand, kicked his two short legs, and tried his best to hit Huangmao head-on.

He didn't take him seriously at all, Huang Mao waved his hand indifferently, and Suye was sent flying, and a middle-aged man behind him picked him up, so he didn't fall so badly.

He raised his head, opened his eyes wide and begged for help from the people around him, "Help my dad! Please help him!"

Those people pretended to be deaf and dumb in unison, turning a blind eye to his begging, and when they caught his eyes, they all looked away.

Su Ye saw, behind the crowd, the old man who was protected by his father was shrinking his neck and bowing his waist, pushing his two-wheeled cart with roasted sweet potatoes, and hurried away.

"Grandpa!" Su Ye shouted.

The old man shook his shoulders, and the car pushed faster.