Young detective case book

Ji Xiaolin seemed to be hesitant, lowered her voice, and said hesitantly: "Xixi, Xixi is actually quite honest, and she doesn't know how to fight back when she is bullied by other children. I really can't bear to goug out his eyes."

"How many times have I told you? Don't be emotionally attached to these children, not at all! They are commodities, just to make money for us! Do you understand?" Ji Jiaze scolded displeasedly, "What you should consider is what Only in this way can we make the least investment in them and obtain the greatest benefit."

What did he hear?

What did he hear? !

Who is going to gouge out his eyes? !

Ou Yuxi's hair stood on end, and her heart, which had just stabilized, started beating wildly again, her breathing was short of breath, and her hands and feet were trembling.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he got up and got out of bed.

Feet full of chilblains, red and swollen like steamed buns, stepping on the cold and rough ground, like stepping on densely covered, vertical ice picks, excruciating pain, itching, numbness... Ou But Yu Xi didn't care about that, she tiptoed, tiptoed to the door, pressed her ears to the door panel, and listened carefully with breathless concentration.

Ji Xiaolin didn't hear a word for a long time.

Ji Jiaze continued, "A disabled child is more useful to us than a healthy child.

Just looking at her appearance, Xixi is quite attractive. After being blind in one eye, she may be more pitiful than Xiaodong, and can make those rich people bleed a little more.

Of course, if he is not sensible after the operation and causes trouble for us, we will hand him over to Liu Zi.Liu Zi will let him make the best use of everything, and then we can make a fortune from him... Hey, what is your expression?

What is there to be reluctant to part with? The most important thing in the Home of Love is children! "

"Brother," Ji Xiaolin twitched the corners of her mouth, and murmured in a cautious and deliberative tone, "Why don't you just pick and choose."

"From the perspective of age and physical condition, Xixi and Chenchen are the most suitable. The Xia family has already paid a deposit of 5000 yuan. As long as the transplant is successful, they will give us a large sum of money.

Chenchen is smart and well-behaved. Among so many children, she can be regarded as top-notch in both heart and appearance.

Every time someone comes to do a good deed, he doesn't need to be told, he knows to speak good words for us.Such a child staying in the Home of Love will bring us benefits that are self-evident.

Now you have to choose one of them, which one do you choose to sacrifice? "

Ji Xiaolin was silent for a long time.

"You are too soft-hearted, this is not acceptable..." As the door of the outer room was gently opened and closed, the sound of their footsteps and conversation disappeared together.

Ou Yuchen didn't know how he got back to bed, how he shivered under the blanket, this time it had nothing to do with the cold at all, he was terrified.

a memory fragment

15 years later.

Sunday, September 23.

The sky seemed to have been punctured with a big hole. The rain had started to fall since yesterday evening.

The leaves of the old trees in the roadside green belt were scattered by the rain and scattered all over the place.

Among the weeds under the trees, there are small ponds with accumulated water.

The fallen leaves swayed leisurely on the water waves, and from time to time they were slapped into the water by the rapid raindrops, and they floated up staggeringly as if unwilling to reconcile.

Holding a black umbrella, I walked forward with difficulty, with one foot high and one foot low.

Feet that were numb from the cold stepped into puddles filled with water from time to time.

The sneakers had already been filled with water, and every time they took a solid step, they would let out a joyful cry—"quack".

The rain was falling, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang on the umbrella surface, dripping down the umbrella eaves, hanging a stream of flowing crystal bead curtains in front of the eyes, chilly and soaking.

I hate rainy days, I hate the wet and sticky feeling, it seems that my whole body is moldy little by little, it's really terrible.

However, if the weather is not like this, how can I walk here without any scruples?

Beside, there are cars speeding past from time to time, luxurious, economical and practical.

I watched eagerly as the cars drove away.

People sitting in the car, they don't have to shiver in the cool autumn rain, and they don't have to feel the erosion of water vapor, and they don't get wet from the water splashed by the wheels. It is really the most enviable right now. people.

There are also pedestrians like me, holding beautiful or simple, brand new or old umbrellas, walking on the sidewalk covered with large blocks of colorful checkered bricks.

They are different from me, who is as fast as a snail. They are all in a hurry, passing by, and no one pays attention to me.

I don't know whether to be grateful or feel disappointed.

But it was the end of September, and I was wearing an autumn-winter black quilted sweater that was obviously out of season. The hood was worn on my head without waste, and an exaggerated black toad mirror was on the bridge of my nose, covering half of my face. Most of his face was completely covered behind a large mask—I also know that this outfit is even more exaggerated than the superstar who is being chased and intercepted by paparazzi, so it is also very eye-catching.

But how could I walk here without dressing up like this?

"There's no time..." I sighed softly, and I could feel the sadness and helplessness in my tone.

"Yes, there is no time, my child." Mom's voice rang in my ears.

Like many ignorant children, I have also fantasized that my mother is that kind of beautiful, elegant, well-mannered, and noble woman who shines like a star wherever she goes.

It's a pity that she is neither beautiful nor elegant, is not well-educated, has never been to university, is weak-tempered, has no independent opinions, and is not responsible enough.It is so ordinary that it cannot be extraordinary, and it is too ordinary to be ordinary.

It has nothing to do with words like "beautiful" and "elegant".

However, she is my mother.

A mother has one or several children, but a child has only one mother.

She is unique and irreplaceable in this world, the one who loves me and me the most.

In a daze, mother's face appeared in front of her eyes again.

She is not yet 40 years old, but there are already gray hairs on her temples, like the wind and frost of the years.There are also wrinkles on his forehead, and whenever he smiles, the wrinkles deepen like a portrait, looking kind and kind.

The rain was still falling.

I'm cold, my head hurts, and my poor knees hurt like someone's taking a scalding iron and sticking it in.

If it weren't for the rushing rain that filled the ears, you would definitely hear the knee joints creaking and complaining.

"Mom knows that you are sad, but you have to be patient and persevere. Believe in mom, sometimes pain is good for us." I was stunned, and I heard my mother's gentle comfort.

Over the years, no matter how difficult the situation and life, she has always been by my side, accompanying me, taking care of me, supporting me to live, and giving me courage and strength.

The wet rainwater was filled with a thick earthy smell, which made me feel strongly sick.

"It's okay, they can't actually hurt you." Mom continued to comfort me.

Yes, they couldn't really hurt me, so I settled down and moved my frozen fingers.

I know very well that this terrible body is really not suitable for trekking in rainy days.However, it is not like this weather, it is impossible for me to walk here.

So, I kept walking, walking forward with one foot high and one foot low, toward my goal.

The gray and white tall courtyard wall, the black carved iron gate.

In fact, it is not far, only a few hundred meters from our home.

Well, I have always called that poor shelter "home".

Although simple and dilapidated, it belongs to our home.

Home—it's really a very warm word. When I think of it, I feel warm in my heart.

But my physical condition was really bad, and I had to walk very hard for this short distance.

I stopped, took a deep breath for a while, and shook my sore limbs, as if I had fully charged myself, and started to limp again.

Finally, I came to the door.

Staring at the iron gate in front of me, I knew that the sinner was inside the gate.

no time...

Mom, this is the last judgment.

We must punish all sinners, atone for all sins, and obtain all justice.

We want those people to know that no one deserves to be trampled upon.

***

Amidst the background sound of rain hitting the glass windows, Ou Yuchen slept restlessly.

He had a very terrible dream.

It was also raining in the dream.

The sky was covered with thick, dirty, dark clouds, thick and thick.

Amidst the turbulent sea of ​​clouds, the outline of a head emerged vaguely.

It became clearer and more vivid, it was a delicate and beautiful little boy's head, his pale face was bloodless.

With the pattering rain, like a light balloon, it slowly falls and approaches, until the tip of the nose is tightly attached to the window glass, and it is pressed flat, leaving no gap.

The wide-eyed eyes were as beautiful as black glass beads, but they shone with malice, hatred, and a gloomy light.

Like a malicious owl, staring at the fat frog in front of him.

With the corners of his mouth moving, he made a hissing voice: "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you..."

Amidst the mixed sound of falling rain, his words, like silk threads tied to an ant's body, easily bypassed all obstacles, penetrated into the ears extremely clearly, and struck the tympanic membrane.

His throat tightened up and down, and Ou Yuchen's nerves also tensed up. It was an extremely familiar face.

Some people are forgotten inadvertently, such as the teacher who taught me a few years ago, the classmate who passed by, the cute girl who confessed to herself with a shy smile... There are also some people and things that are deliberately forgotten Like the boy in front of me, the boy's eyes, and the boy's death.

As the mouth opened and closed, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, the eyeball of his left eye suddenly disappeared out of thin air, as if it was cut off abruptly by someone.

The rain was still falling, lingering and flowing along his face, mixed with the blood gurgling from the corners of his eyes and mouth, ticking, ticking, ticking, falling on the window glass, continuing to slide down, and soon disappeared in the field of vision. dead end.

The boy just used that deeply sunken blood hole to stare at him, opening and closing his mouth mechanically, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you..."

In the midst of a series of sounds, its skin cracked suddenly, like a mirror that had been punched hard, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, extending to the hairline and jaw.

The opened muscles showed a wet, scarlet crimson color, shocking.

The skin at the edge of the wound was turned outward, and it seemed that there was something hidden inside, wriggling and bulging, making the scalp numb.

A few seconds later, densely packed worms suddenly crawled out from the cracks where the skin was ripped apart, like dripping water, and ran around aimlessly.

The twisted worms were covered with sticky and glaring bloodshots.

These bugs are all in a strange crescent shape.

The white background is lined with the black dots in the middle, clearly... It is clearly vivid eyes!

Because of the non-stop wriggling, it looked like many cold eyes were staring at him, full of vicious mockery and bloodthirsty greed.

Ou Yuchen was stunned, the bone-piercing chill quickly climbed up the tailbone, and instantly penetrated the whole body, every pore was trembling and constricting.

Frowning lightly, he looked into those eyes quietly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled calmly, with a calm smile.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you..." The boy muttered like a repeating machine, like a curse full of malice.

hate it?Ou Yuchen smiled more and more.

He didn't care about the boy's hatred, nor did he care about anyone else's.

He really ignored the child's misfortune, watched, just quietly watched him being hurt and tortured.

Nothing was said and nothing was done.

But so what?The so-called conscience and morality, in the eyes of Ou Yuchen, are a big joke.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you..." The boy was still rambling.

Ou Yuchen really wanted to tell him kindly, don't expect others to be responsible for his life, the world is inherently unfair.