Chapter 42 Chapter Twelve

Seven days later. The memorial meeting for the martyrs of Huang Hai was held in the largest hall of the funeral home, and the leaders of the Municipal Bureau attended as usual. This was the second incident of a police officer dying in the line of duty this month.He Qingying was wearing a dark suit, holding white chrysanthemums in her hands, tears welling in her eyes.Holding her son's hand, she was at the end of the black crowd.Some of Huang Hai's colleagues had seen her, and they all turned their heads to comfort this woman, as if she was the widow of the deceased. After the leader finished the lengthy eulogy, the solemn mourning sounded, and Si Wang bowed together with his mother.Her palms were still cold, and she heard her son whisper in her ear: "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

"Stop talking! Wang'er." Her lips trembled slightly, she shook her head and answered angrily, "It's not what you imagined." The mother and son straightened their backs, followed the crowd paying their respects, and bid farewell to Huang Hai for the last time. He was wearing a party flag and a straight dark police uniform. His hands and feet were well connected, and there were no broken bones at all. He Qingying stretched out her index finger to touch the cold glass, as if touching his forehead and the tip of his nose. He died in Si Wang's arms seven days ago.

Her contact with this man was limited to his forehead and the tip of his nose—during the days when he was with Huang Hai, he didn't have even a trace of lust, and only felt the warmth of the sun after death. Si Wang never shed a tear from the beginning to the end. She took her son's hand and walked out of the memorial service hall, looking back at the dark policemen.She could feel that person, those eyes, staring at her in the dark, and He Qingying couldn't see him, or her. Every policeman who attended the funeral vowed to catch the fleeing suspect, to comfort the spirit of police officer Huang Hai—if it wasn’t for the desperado who fled frantically in the face of the police, and jumped to the opposite building as if he had taken a stimulant , How could he fall to his death on the sixth floor?

After all, Huang Hai is not a young man anymore, but he is also impatient. He believes that he can jump over easily, and jumps out without any hesitation... There are no clues to the suspect so far. The police repeatedly searched the video store and detected DNA samples from a large number of cigarette butts left in the store.The landlord also provided a copy of the suspect's ID card, which was indeed forged after investigation. The person did not exist at all, and his mobile phone number was not left behind.There are not many customers in this video store, and the owner usually does not have contact with other people, and few people can remember this person's appearance.Still, police drew a portrait of the suspect based on the landlord's description.

They showed Si Wang and He Qingying that face. Si Wang believed that this person was Lu Zhongyue, especially because of the faint birthmark on his forehead.As Lu Zhongyue's nominal adopted son, he had lived together for more than half a year, so it was reasonable for him to identify him.However, He Qingying strongly opposed Wang'er's further participation in the investigation and forbade the police to contact him, so he even wrote a letter to the director's mailbox.She said that police officer Huang Hai died this time, and it might be Si Wang's turn next time, and she would never allow her son to be in danger.

The tears she shed these days are half for the dead Huang Hai and half for restless Wang'er.She blamed her son for his recklessness and impulsiveness, and blamed Huang Hai's death on him. Follow Huang Hai to capture Lu Zhongyue, this veteran police officer who has experienced many battles, will not capsize in the gutter. Wang'er didn't contradict him, but kept talking to himself: "I killed Huang Hai?" In the past six months, the child has begun to pay attention to his appearance. He no longer wears the clothes his mother bought casually, but repeatedly chooses them from the closet.Even if he wears a school uniform to school, he will look in the mirror before going out, and put some water on his head to prevent his hair from curling up.After joining the Chinese Communist Youth League, Si Wang officially counted as a teenager.

He helped his mother open a book-selling Taobao store called "Witch's District" - selling books is becoming more and more difficult nowadays, but if there are both online stores and physical stores, the balance can be roughly maintained.Taobao stores can also operate teaching materials, which is the main source of profit.He Qingying worked hard to become an excellent Taobao shopkeeper, and learned to say on the Internet: "My dear, please give me a good review!" On weekends and evenings, as long as she has free time, Si Wang will replace her mother as Taobao customer service, packaging, express delivery, and delivery ...

In half a year, Si Wang will face the high school entrance examination, and he wants to apply for the city's key Nanming Senior High School. He Qingying resolutely opposed it. The reason was that the mother and son had lived together for so many years, how could they bear to see their son leave home and live in school?What's more, the competition in key high schools is too fierce. In the past two years, there have been frequent news of people committing suicide due to excessive study pressure. She is very worried about Wang'er's silent and introverted personality. Even a natural child prodigy may not adapt to such an environment.She hoped that her son's wife would lead a peaceful life. Why not apply for a technical secondary school or a higher vocational education, so that learning a craft can make it easier for him to get a job without worrying about his job.

"Wang'er, will you listen to your mother?" Under the dim light of the desk lamp, He Qingying's hair hangs down on her shoulders, and it looks as shiny as a young woman's. No wonder boys often come to the bookstore and deliberately ask her for change in hundred yuan bills so that they can stay in front of her for a while.At this time, Si Wang would stare at them, and his mother would use her eyes to signal him to calm down. He turned over on the bed and said to the wall, "Mom, why did you name me that?" "Didn't Mom tell you? When you were still in my womb, I looked out the window every day, and I seemed to hear someone calling me... So, I named you Si Wang."

"My classmates nicknamed me, they called me Death." He Qingying turned her son over and stared into his eyes: "Why?" "Si Wang = death." She immediately blocked her son's mouth: "Wang'er, I will go to your school tomorrow and tell the teacher in charge that no one is allowed to call you that!" He broke free and panted, "Mom, I'm not afraid of this nickname, but I think it sounds nice." "You...how did you do this?" "Sometimes, I think I am a god of death. From the day I was born, I have no grandparents. I only entered the first grade of elementary school, and my father disappeared mysteriously. So far, no one is alive or dead. When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my grandfather Grandma passed away due to sudden illness. I found a dead body in a broken jeep by the Suzhou River, and then I went to Gu’s house. Then Miss Gu and Grandpa Gu died. Then I met Police Officer Huang Hai. The home is an archive of deaths. Until recently, I watched him die in my arms... Is this just a coincidence?"

He spoke so calmly, as if reciting a text. "Don't think so, Wang'er, no matter what terrible things happen to you, mother will protect you." "Mom, I've grown up, it's Wang'er who should protect you now." "In the eyes of mother, you will always be a child." The fifteen-year-old boy retorted coldly: "But all mothers want their children to be admitted to key high schools, don't they? Si Wang is capable of being admitted to Nanming High School, so why do you object? You name me Si Wang, Don't you mean to hope that your child will become a dragon?" "You are wrong, Wang'er." He Qingying stroked his son's back, his voice was as soft as silk, "Trust your mother! You are an extremely smart child, and my mother saw it early on. There are many things about you that are different from ordinary children. Unfortunately, your father's name is Si Mingyuan, your mother's name is He Qingying, we are born poor, this is God's decision." "But I never disliked you and Dad." "If your mother dies, you can find a rich family..." "I don't want you to die!" Si Wang hugged her shoulders so tightly that she felt suffocated.