I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Dad, where is Mom?" Three-year-old Jim suddenly woke up in the night. He rubbed his eyes, ran down the stairs in a daze, and ran to the kitchen with a Spider-Man doll in his arms. In the past, I raised my head and asked my father who was cooking.

"Jim, Dad has told you many times that Mom has gone to grandma's house." In the darkness, the young man wiped the blood off his hands, knelt down and comforted him.

"Then can Jim go to grandma's house?" Little Jim said seriously, "Mom hasn't come home for a long time. It's been a week. Will she get lost? Will Mom encounter monsters?"

Little Jim raised the Spider-Man doll in his hand, "Jim is going to protect Mom!"

The man was stunned. He looked at Little Jim quietly for a long time, then shook his head and refused Little Jim's request. He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Little Jim, "Then you can talk to Mom again."

Little Jim reached for the phone, but the man didn't give it, just lowered the phone to make sure Little Jim could hear the voice on the phone.

Little Jim stood on tiptoe, raised his head and listened, and heard his mother's gentle voice, "I'm making roast chicken, maybe I'll be back later, Jim should be good."

"Okay!" Little Jim only had time to finish the sentence before the phone hung up, but Little Jim was very happy to hear his mother's voice. He handed the phone to his father and ran back to the bedroom barefoot, honestly. Climb into bed and continue to sleep.

The man put away the phone, lowered his head and cut the bone again. He wiped the blood off the knife, wrapped the remaining large piece of meat in a bag and put it in the refrigerator, and put a pile of minced meat and bones into the pot to heat for a few minutes , put it on a plate and bring it out.

The kitchen did not turn on the light, only a small wall lamp exuded a light yellow warm light, the man sat on the dining table, he devoured the plate of meat, tears rolled down his cheeks, fell on the plate, mixed with blood At the same time, he forked the half-baked meat, and stuffed it into his mouth mouthful.

He put the phone to his ear, and listened to the gentle voice inside while eating.

"I just learned how to make chocolate cake, and I'll take it home for you when I get home."

"How is Jim, is he obedient? You tell him to be good, and I'll be home soon."

The man took a deep breath and uttered an incomprehensible syllable from his throat.

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Qiu Chengke rubbed his throbbing head, dragged aside the sweetly sleeping Rocker lying on his lower abdomen, and carried Reid who had been squeezed under the bed to the bed.

Pulling all the sticks off his face, Qiu Chengke stretched his waist and walked to the kitchen door. His dull brain reacted for a while before he remembered that he had received a task from the system, a request from Little Jim, before drinking last night.

There is no red dot on the tracking map of the system to represent the murderer, and there have been no homicides or reports of missing persons recently, so Qiu Chengke feels that this is not an urgent task, and he plans to take it slowly. A boy misses his mother, that's all.

When Qiu Chengke came back after finishing breakfast, he heard Rocker yell, "He's lying...I'll know the lie!" After shouting, Rocker ground his teeth, turned over and continued to sleep.

Reid on the side was startled, he sat up suddenly, looked at Qiu Chengke in confusion, and remained silent for a long time before realizing what happened.

"Have breakfast?" Qiu Chengke walked over and hugged Reid's shoulders naturally, "I made fried dough sticks and soy milk."

"Okay, I still have something to do today, and I'm leaving later." Reid yawned and shook Rocker awake, "I have to go back to report to work, and my test, shooting test..."

Rhett sighed and muttered.

Reid didn't wait for Rocker, and directly pulled Qiu Chengke out of the bedroom. He looked back at Rocker, and after making sure that he hadn't followed, Reid looked at Qiu Chengke seriously, "The recent crackdown, your fake buy three get one free The certificates are always produced, the fake ones are too obvious.”

"I compared it, and there is no difference." Qiu Chengke dug out his FBI ID and said in doubt.

"Because it's been revised." Reid said helplessly, "I don't know if you have any plans of your own recently, such as some more dangerous things, such as bringing yourself to the murder scene..."

The smile on Qiu Chengke's face froze, Reid pursed his lips unnaturally when he saw this, he pondered for a moment, and continued, "I just want to say...uh... If you have any clues about the crime next time, you can Try contacting us, we are experts in this field after all and we are friends, right?"

As he spoke, he took out the dagger that Qiu Chengke had given him before, and returned it to Qiu Chengke.

Qiu Chengke was stunned for a moment, he held the dagger subconsciously, and looked at Rhett, Rhett felt that he should show something, so he showed a stiff smile, but Qiu Chengke never answered, Rhett began to think about whether he had said something wrong up.

Looking at the nervous Reid, Qiu Chengke couldn't help sighing softly. He hugged Reid vigorously, and said softly, "You are my best friend, Reid. I promise I will pay attention to it in the future and hand over the case to you." Let the experts handle it, Dr. Rhett."

Rocker squatted at the door, peeping with his head, and retracted his head obediently after being glared at by Qiu Chengke.

After Rhett and Rocker left, Qiu Chengke arranged for Ritian to find another place to apply for a fake certificate, and then go to the task issuer Jim Jr. at the place provided by the system.

Before leaving, Qiu Chengke looked at the brooch that was put aside, hesitated for a moment, picked it up and put it on seriously.

Little Jim's home is in the common villa area of ​​Rocky near No.16 Street. When Qiu Chengke found Little Jim, he was squatting on the grass in front of the house and playing with dolls.

Qiu Chengke walked to a place five meters in front of Little Jim, making sure that he would not feel dangerous to Little Jim. He said softly, "Hello, are you Little Jim? I am Qiu Chengke, a private detective."

Qiu Chengke took out his new ID from his pocket and handed it to little Jim.

Little Jim took the ID, looked at it decently for a few minutes, then nodded seriously, and handed the ID back to Qiu Chengke. With a chubby little face, he imitated an adult and said, "I am Maureen. Jim, you can call me Mr. Jim, I think you look fierce and you should be very powerful, so I plan to hire you to help me find my mother."

Qiu Chengke saw that Jim was not in the mood to resist, so he moved closer. He touched Jim's head and said with a smile, "Then Mr. Jim, I have a question to ask you. Where did you hire me?"

Little Jim blinked his eyes in confusion, as if he didn't understand what Qiu Chengke was asking. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then replied, "I called the number on the leaflet and gave it to the detective agency. It's like Sherlock Holmes accepting the task." Detective, I'll pay you, I have three little piggies."

Qiu Chengke was sure that he hadn't answered any calls, and hadn't registered with the detective agency, but Little Jim's answer was the same as Granny Smith's. It should be that the system had done something to make his appearance more reasonable.

Qiu Chengke didn't care about this issue anymore. At present, the system and him are just a simple employment relationship. He helps the system to do things, and the system issues rewards to him.There is nothing on him that makes people think about it, even his life is given by the system, and he has nothing to defend against the system.

"I came up with a good plan last night." Little Jim got up on the grass, patted the grass on his pants, raised his head and said to Qiu Chengke, "My father will go out shopping later, and I will stay at home. Then you will be in the next day." Pick me up, I'll climb out of the window, and you take me to find my mother."

Qiu Chengke nodded. He quietly hid behind a tree aside, and gestured to Little Jim.

Little Jim hugged the doll nervously, and looked back at the man who had just pushed out, "Dad! Are you going shopping?"

"It's not shopping. Dad is going to mail things. Little Jim needs to stay at home and take care of the house." The man patted Little Jim on the shoulder and dragged a brand new black suitcase to return Little Jim to the room. He locked the door. Little Jim said, "Don't open the door if anyone knocks. Papa will be home soon."

Little Jim agreed, with excitement in his tone. The man didn't care about Little Jim's changes. The child's emotions always changed very quickly, and he was a little anxious.

He threw the suitcase in the trunk of the car and drove off.

Little Jim stuck to the window glass and looked at Qiu Chengke excitedly. Qiu Chengke knocked on the window, took out a knife to help Little Jim open the window, hugged Little Jim, and lifted him out.

"My mother hasn't been home for a long time, it's been several days." Little Jim said with gestures, "Dad has called her for me, but my mother seems to be very busy, and she always hangs up after a few words, and I don't have time Say I miss her."

"Then where is your grandma's house?" Qiu Chengke asked with a smile while hugging little Jim, "Your mother must miss you too, so I'll take you there."

"She...is far away from the farm. I've been there a few times. It's so far away that I can't go there. Can you drive me there?" Little Jim suggested.

"That won't work, your father will be worried when he comes back." Qiu Chengke comforted, "Maybe I can call your mother and ask when she will be back."

Little Jim tilted his head, squeezed the Spider-Man doll in his hand, nodded and said, "You are right, you are a detective, and the detective asks questions and everyone else has to answer them. It's like this on TV!"

Qiu Chengke carried Little Jim into his house, and Little Jim ran upstairs and took out a small note from a piggy bank with a string of mobile phone numbers written on it.

"Mom gave it to me." Little Jim looked up. "Can I talk to Mom if you call?"

"Of course..." Qiu Chengke paused, holding the phone and asked suspiciously, "Shut it off, maybe it's out of battery, I'll call again."

While talking on the phone, Qiu Chengke walked back and forth in Little Jim's house, his eyes were attracted by the unusually clean kitchen utensils and tiles in the kitchen.

He casually said to little Jim, "Your house is so clean."

Little Jim leaned his head down the stairs and replied, "Because Daddy has been procrastinating so many times this morning and has been procrastinating."

Qiu Chengke was stunned for a moment, and he opened the refrigerator door thoughtfully. On the fresh-keeping layer above, there were a pile of fruits, vegetables and children's milk powder. He opened the freezer layer, and there were a lot of meat and separated skins inside.

Qiu Chengke didn't see anything special. He was about to close the refrigerator door when he suddenly saw a black hair in the pile of minced meat.

"Little Jim, what color is your mother's hair?"

"Red! Like flames! It's so pretty!"

Qiu Chengke recalled the man he saw just now. Little Jim's mother has red hair, and both Little Jim and his father have light brown hair. So whose black hair is it?The butcher's?

What was he wiping? Qiu Chengke lowered his head and looked around. He moved the cupboard, revealing a long strip of bloodstains underneath.

The author has something to say: Hey!I am so early today! ! !