Chapter 3 Chapters 5, 6 and 7

When I got to the police station they told me to take off my shoelaces and put all my pockets on the table in case I hid anything that could be used to kill myself, or escape, or attack the police. The police officer sitting behind the desk has hairy arms, and he likes to bite his nails, his nails are bleeding from him. Here's what's in my pocket: 1. A Swiss army knife with thirteen accessories, including a wire stripper and a saw, a toothpick and tweezers. Two, a piece of rope. 3. A wooden puzzle of this shape. Four or three small pellets of food that my pet mouse Toby eats.

5. One pound and forty-seven pence (comprising a one-pound coin, a twenty-pence coin, two ten-pence coins, a five-pence coin, and a two-pence coin). 6. A red paper clip. 7. A key to my front door. I still had a watch on my hand and they asked me to hand it over to the table too, but I said I had to wear a watch because I needed to know the exact time.I started screaming when they tried to take the watch from me so they let me keep it. They asked me if I had any family, and I said yes.They asked who else was in my family.I said there was a father, but the mother passed away.I said there was Uncle Terry, but he lived in Sunderland and he was my father's brother.I still have grandparents, but three of them have passed away, and Grandma Burton lives in a nursing home because she has Alzheimer's, and she thinks I'm some TV star.

Then they asked for my father's phone number. I told them he had two phone numbers, one for home and one for mobile, and I told them both. The cell in the police station is well built. It is almost a perfect cube, two meters long, two meters wide, and two meters high, and can hold about eight cubic meters of air.It had a small window with iron bars, and directly opposite the window was an iron door with a small, elongated trap door near the floor for passing the trays.There is also another small movable door at the higher place on the same door, for the police to observe whether the criminals inside have escaped or committed suicide.There is also an upholstered bench in the room.

I thought to myself, if I were a character in the story, how would I escape.I thought it would be hard, because I had only the suit I was wearing, and the shoes on my feet had no laces. I decided the best course of action was to wait for a clear day, then use my glasses to focus in the sunlight, set my clothes on fire, and wait for the opportunity to escape when they found the smoke and rescued me.If they don't find out, I can piss on my clothes and put out the fire. I wondered if Mrs. Shee had told the police that I had killed Wellington.I also thought that if the police found her lying, she would definitely be sent to prison, because it is a crime of defamation to make a false accusation.

I find people very conflicted. There are two main reasons for this. The first reason is that people can express many opinions without opening their mouths.Sharon said that if you raise an eyebrow, it can mean many different things.It can be "I want to sleep with you" and it can be "I think what you just said was an ass" at the same time. Sharon also said that if you close your mouth and exhale vigorously through your nostrils, it means you are relieved, or you are bored, or you are angry, it all depends on how much and how fast you exhale through your nostrils, It also depends on the shape of your mouth when you do this action.It also depends on how you were sitting, what you said earlier, and hundreds of other different meanings, too complex to figure out in a few seconds.

The second reason is that people often speak in metaphors.The following are a few examples of metaphors. I laughed until my socks fell off. He is the apple of her eye. There is a skeleton in their cupboard. We are living like pigs today. The dog was as immobile as a rock. Metaphor means to interpret something in another way. This word comes from the Greek word μετα (meaning from one place to another), and another Greek word φερειν (meaning to carry, carry Meaning), that is, using a seemingly unrelated word to describe something, which means that the word "metaphor" itself has a metaphorical meaning.

I think it should be called a lie, because "pig" has nothing to do with "day", and the average person does not keep a skeleton in the cupboard at home.And when I tried to picture this sentence in my head, I was also very confused, because imagining the apple in someone's eyes has nothing to do with liking someone very much, and it is easy to forget that the person said this the true meaning of the sentence. My name is also a metaphor.It means "carrying Christ", a word derived from the Greek words χριστοζ (meaning Jesus Christ), and φερειν.It was originally the name given to Saint Christopher because he carried Jesus Christ across the river.

This again brings to mind that he already had the name before he crossed the river with Jesus Christ on his back.But in fact he doesn't have any title, because it's just a story in the Book of Revelation, in other words it's also a lie. My mother used to say it meant Christopher was a good name because it was a story of being kind and helpful, but I didn't want my name to be a story of being kind and helpful, I wanted my name to be Truly represent myself. It was 1:12 in the morning when my father arrived at the police station. I didn't see him until 1:28 in the morning, but I knew he was there because I heard his voice.

"I want to see my son," he said aloud, "Why locked him up?" and: "Of course I'm angry." Then I heard a police officer tell him to calm down, and then there was silence for a while. At 1:28 in the morning, the policeman opened the cell door and told me that someone was coming to see me. I get out of the cell.Father is standing in the hallway, he holds up his right hand, his five fingers spread out like a fan.I held up my left hand, and spread my five fingers into a fan shape. We touched each other finger to finger.The reason we do this is that my father sometimes wants to hug me, but I don't like hugging people, so we use this gesture instead, which means he loves me.

Then the police told us to follow him into another room through the corridor. There was a table and three chairs in the room. He told us to sit at one end of the table, and he sat at the other end. There was a tape recorder on the table. I asked him Whether he wants to be interrogated, he wants to record the content of the interrogation. "I don't think it's necessary," he said. He's a detective, I can tell because he's not in uniform.His nostrils were so hairy that it looked as if two tiny mice were hiding in his nostrils. {2}He said, "I talked to your father, and he said you didn't mean to hit the police."

I didn't say anything because it wasn't a question. He said, "Did you hit the police on purpose?" I say yes." He frowned and said, "But you didn't mean to hurt the policeman, did you?" I thought about it and said, "No, I didn't mean to hurt the cop, I just didn't like him touching me." Then he said, "You know it's wrong to hit the police, don't you?" I said, "I know." He was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Did you kill that dog, Christopher?" I said, "I didn't kill the dog." He said, "You know it's wrong to lie to the police. If you lie to the police, you're going to get in big trouble, you know that?" I said, "I know." He said, "Well, do you know who killed that dog?" I said, "I don't know." He said, "Are you telling the truth?" I said, "Yes, I always tell the truth." He said, "Okay, I'll give you a warning." I asked, "Do you want to write it on a piece of paper like a certificate and keep it for me?" He replied: "No, the warning means that we will leave a record of your behavior, saying that you hit the police, but that was an accident, you did not mean to hurt the police." I said, "But it wasn't an accident." Then my father said, "Christopher, please." The policeman closed his mouth, exhaled loudly through his nostrils, and said, "If you get into trouble again, we'll look at this record and see that you've got a warning, and we'll take your case more seriously. You understand Do I mean?" I said I understand. Then he said we can go back.With that, he got up and opened the door, and we went down the corridor, back to the counter, and I got my Swiss army knife and my little bit of rope, and my wooden puzzle, and three pieces of Toby's feed, and my My £1.47p, the paper clip, and my front door key all in a little plastic bag.We got into my dad's car, which was parked right outside the police station, and we drove home. 31 {2} It's not a metaphor, it's a simile, meaning it really looks as if there are two tiny mice hiding in his nostrils, if you picture a man in his head hiding two Tiny mice, and you'll know what the detective looks like.A simile is not a lie unless it is a bad simile. I don't lie.My mother used to say it was because I was good, but it wasn't because I was good, it was because I couldn't tell a lie. My mother is small and smells very fragrant.She sometimes wears a pink wool sweater that zips down the front and has a small label on the left side that says "Berghaus." To lie is to say that something did not happen.But everything happened only at a certain time and a certain place, and an infinite number of other things did not happen at that time and that place.If I think about something that never happened, I start thinking about all the other things that never happened. For example, my breakfast today was instant oatmeal and a hot milkshake, but if I say I had Nestle breakfast cereal and a cup of tea{3} I start thinking about cocoa and lemon juice, porridge and Dr. Peppe, again thinking I didn't have breakfast in Egypt, no rhinos in the room, father not wearing a wetsuit, etc. I actually start to cringe even writing this, like I'm standing on top of a very tall building , there are thousands of houses, cars and pedestrians under my feet, my head is full of these things, and then I will start to be afraid that I will forget to stand upright and hold on to the railing, afraid that I will fall and fall die. This is another reason why I don't like pure fiction, because they always make up stories about things that didn't actually happen, and these lies make me shudder. That's why what I've written here is true. {3} I can't actually eat Nestle breakfast cereal and drink tea because they're all brown. There were clouds in the sky on the way home so I couldn't see the Milky Way. I said, "I'm sorry." Because Dad had to go to the police station, which was a bad thing. He said, "It doesn't matter." I said, "I didn't kill the dog." He said, "I know." Then he said, "Christopher, you mustn't get into trouble, okay?" I said, "I didn't know I was going to cause trouble, I like Wellington, I went to say hello to him, but I didn't know someone killed him." My father said, "Anyway, try not to meddle in other people's business." I thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to find out who killed Wellington." Father said, "Did you hear what I just said, Christopher?" I said, "Yes, I heard what you just said, but if someone is killed, you must find out who did it, so that they can be brought to justice." "That's just a dog, Christopher, a goddamn dog," he said. I replied, "I think dogs are important too." He said, "Forget it." I said, "I don't know if the police will find out who killed it and punish him." When the father heard this, he punched the steering wheel heavily with his fist, and the car body twisted immediately, slightly surpassing the dotted line in the middle of the road.He said loudly: "I tell you to forget it, for God's sake." I could see he was angry because he was very loud and I didn't want to make him angry, so I didn't speak again the whole way. When we got in through the front door, I went straight to the kitchen and got a carrot to feed Toby, then I went upstairs and closed my door and I let Toby out and gave him the carrot.Then I turned on the computer, played minesweeper seventy-six times, and reached the highest level in 102 seconds, only three seconds behind my best record of 99 seconds. At 2:07 in the morning, I decided to drink a glass of orange juice before I brushed my teeth and went to bed, so I went downstairs to the kitchen, where my father was sitting on the sofa watching pool on TV, sipping whiskey.Tears flowed from his eyes. I asked him, "Are you sad for Wellington?" He looked at me for a long time, inhaled heavily through his nose, and then he said, "Yes, Christopher, you can say that, and you can say that too." I decided not to bother him, because when I was sad, I also want people not to bother me, so I said no more, I just went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of orange juice, and brought it to my room. 41 Mother passed away two years ago. One day when I came home from school, no one came to help me open the door, so I took the key hidden under the flower pot in the back of the kitchen, opened the door myself, and went in to continue working on my unfinished Sherman tank model. An hour and a half later my father came back from get off work.He started a business doing heating maintenance and boiler repair with a guy named Raleigh, who was his employee.My father knocked on my door and came in, asking if I had seen my mother. I said I didn't see it, and he went downstairs to make a phone call.I didn't hear what he said on the phone. Soon he came to my room again, saying that he was going out for a while, and that he was not sure how long he would be out.He said that if I need anything, I can call his mobile phone and let him know. He ended up being out for two and a half hours.I didn't go downstairs until he came back.I found him sitting in the kitchen, staring out the window at the pond in the back yard, and the wrought-iron fence and the church steeple on Manstead Street.The church is a Norman style building, and looks like a castle. "I'm afraid you won't see your mother for a while," said the father. He didn't look at me when he said this, and kept looking out of the window. People usually look at you when they talk to you, and I know they can see what I'm thinking, but I can't see what they're thinking, like a room with a see-through mirror in a spy movie.But it feels good that my father doesn't look at me when he talks to me. I said, "Why?" He waited for a long time before saying, "Your mother is in the hospital." "Can we visit her?" I asked because I love hospitals and I love the uniforms and the machines. Father said, "No." I said, "Why not?" "She needs to rest, she needs to be alone and quiet," he said. I asked, "Is she in a mental hospital?" My father said, "No, it's an ordinary hospital. She's sick...heart disease. She's sick...heart disease." I said, "Then we have to bring food to her." Because I know that the food in the hospital is not very good.David at school was hospitalized for an operation to lengthen his calf muscles in order to walk more easily.He hated hospital food, so his mother sent him three meals a day. After a long time, my father said: "I will send it after you go to school tomorrow, and I will give it to the doctor, and they will naturally pass it to your mother, okay?" I said, "But you can't cook." Father wiped his face and said, "Christopher, I'll buy some ready-made food from Marks and Spencer, she likes the food there." I said that I wanted to make a sympathy card for her, because a sympathy card was sent to someone who was hospitalized. Father said he would deliver it the next day. 43 On the way to school the next morning, we met four red cars in a row, which meant that it was an auspicious day, so I decided not to be sad about Wellington. Mr. Jia, a psychologist at the school, once asked me why it was an auspicious day to meet four red cars in a row, a mid-auspicious day to meet three red cars in a row, and an upper auspicious day to meet five red cars in a row.And why meeting four yellow cars in a row is an unlucky day. As long as I meet this kind of day, I don’t talk to anyone, read a book silently by myself, don’t eat lunch, and don’t take risks.He said I'm a very logical person, so he was surprised that I thought that because it was very illogical behavior. I said I like things to be organized, and the way to keep things organized is to be logical, especially if those things have to do with numbers and an argument.However, there are other ways to get things in order, which is why I distinguish between auspicious and inauspicious days.I said that there are people who go to work when they come out of the house in the morning and see the sun and it makes them happy, or it makes them sad when it rains, but the only difference is the weather and whether they are A class whose mood has nothing to do with the weather. I said it was illogical for my father to put on his pants first and then his socks every morning after he got up, but he did it every day because he also liked to be organized.Also, whenever he goes upstairs, he always steps two steps at a time, and always starts with his right foot. Mr. Jia said, I am a very smart child. I say I'm not smart, I just notice some small details, that's not smart, that's just good observation.Being smart is being able to see things as they are, using evidence to discover new things.Like the expansion of the universe, or the murderer.Or, if you see someone's name, you arrange each letter from one to twenty-six (a = 1, b = 2, etc.), then you add up the numbers mentally, and the result is would result in a prime number, such as: Jesus Christ (151) or Scooby Dog (113), or Sherlock Holmes (163), or Doctor Watson ( 167). Mr. Jia asked me if arranging things in an orderly manner would make me feel more secure, and I said yes. Then he asked me if I didn't like change.I said, for example, if I become an astronaut, I don't care about changing.Becoming an astronaut is the biggest change you can think of, other than turning into a girl or dying. He asked me if I wanted to be an astronaut and I said yes. He said that the prerequisites for being an astronaut are very strict.I said I know.You have to become an Air Force officer first, you have to accept many orders, and you have to be mentally prepared to kill, but I can't accept orders, and I don't have the 2.0/2.0 vision necessary to be a pilot, but I said, you can still have the impossible fulfilled hope. A classmate at school, France, has an older brother named Tai Li. He said that I can only be a cart worker in a supermarket, or clean up donkey poop in an animal shelter. He also said that they would not let a madman drive a multi-billion pound car space rocket.I told my father about it, and he said that Tai Li was just jealous that I was smarter than him, and I shouldn't mind it because we weren't competing.But Terry is a fool, as in the Latin "quoa erat demonstrandum", which means "one day it will be proved". Unlike France, I am not a "crazy".Even if I don't become an astronaut, I will go to university to study mathematics or physics, or mathematics and physics (it is a kind of combined higher school), because I like mathematics and physics, and my grades are very good.But Tai Li could not go to college, his father said that Tai Li might die of old age in prison in the future. Tai Li has a heart-shaped tattoo on his arm with a knife stuck in the center. But this is the so-called too far away from the topic, now I want to get down to business and return to the topic of auspicious days. As it was an auspicious day, I decided to investigate who had killed Wellington, as an auspicious day is a day for planning and drawing up plans. I told Sharon about it, and she said, "We were planning to write a story today, why not write about how you found out Wellington was killed and how you went to the police station." That's why I started writing this story. Sharon said she would help me with spelling and grammar and punctuation. 47 Two weeks later, the mother died. I didn't go to the hospital to see her, but my father bought a lot of food from Marks and Spencer and said she looked fine and seemed to be recovering slowly.She said she loved me very much, and put the sympathy card I gave her by the bedside.Father said she liked it very much. There are several cars on the front of the card, like this.