Chapter 50 Chapter Four

The sixteen-year-old little Lolita has a face like a ceramic doll, black hair around her cheeks, and a pair of pupils that often flash so that the male students can't open their eyes.She has just been admitted to a high school in the urban area, and she is listening to Teresa Teng's version of "I Hope I Live Long" on her mobile phone.In two hours, the moon will rise to the sky. She always looks at the window in a daze, making Dad worry if she is a young girl? Doorbell rang. Dad was still cooking in the kitchen, so she ran out to open the door first, but saw a strange boy about her own age, half a head taller than her, looking at her shyly.

The Shen family had a girl who had just grown up and was raised in a deep boudoir. "Who are you?" This was supposed to be her question, but the other party asked it first, and she blurted out: "Shen Min." She shook her head vigilantly again: "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "I'm here to find your father." "Wait a moment!" Shin Min frowned, closed the door heavily, and called Dad out.She always felt that she had seen this face before? A sixty-one-year-old retired prosecutor, with gray temples, a pale face, but piercing eyes. "Are you—" Shen Yuanchao was stunned at the door, carefully identifying this face, "The son of Police Officer Huang Hai?"

"Hello, Prosecutor Shen, my father is Police Officer Huang Hai. We have met before. My name is A Liang." "Ah Liang, please come in!" The boy nodded politely and entered the room with a box of mooncakes in his hand: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" As a retired prosecutor, Shen Yuanchao declined the gift in every possible way as usual, but the other party was only a middle school student, so he accepted it.Shen Min retreated obediently into the kitchen, poured a cup of hot tea out, and Shen Yuanchao asked him again: "Son, do you want a drink?" "No."

"About your father, I heard about it last year. He died in the line of duty in order to catch the murderer who killed my son. I am ashamed. I once went to your house to make trouble for no reason and made trouble with your father. But I haven't forgotten what he said , He said that he would definitely catch the murderer unless he was dead! What a good cop! I blamed him, and I wanted to go to his memorial service." "It doesn't matter. The only case that my father didn't solve was the murder case on Nanming Road in 1995, and several murder cases that were later considered to be the same murderer. He took care of me. If he dies in the future, I will inherit his responsibility." Yizhi, I will solve the case no matter what, and I will contact you frequently, and if I encounter any difficulties, I am obliged to help you."

"Oh, I didn't expect Officer Huang Hai to be such a good person—but, you're still in high school, I'm afraid you can't help me." "It doesn't matter, I will be admitted to the Public Security University and become a policeman in the future." "It's rare that you have such a sense of responsibility. The tiger father has no dogs. I haven't seen him for three years, and he has grown into a handsome guy. If my son Shenming is still alive, he will be over 40 this year." Hanging in the room are the portraits of Shen Ming and Shen Yuanchao's deceased wife, and there is a small shrine underneath, and there are two fresh moon cakes, which were offered only today.

"Can I burn incense?" The boy stood up solemnly, "On behalf of my dead father." With tears in Shen Yuanchao's eyes, he excitedly found three sticks of incense: "Xiao Min, set him on fire. " The girl looked at him suspiciously, as if looking at a mental patient, but she was an obedient girl.He bowed three times to the two portraits, and then inserted the incense into them. The boy turned around like a ghost, looking into his eyes resentfully. A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old prosecutor, and he subconsciously took half a step back, frowning: "Son, you—"

"Uncle Shen, if you have any new clues, please let me know." He copied the phone number to Shen Yuanchao, "I will help you catch the murderer." "No need." After all, Lao Shen hadn't lost his mind, "You're still too young, you should leave it to the adults to catch the murderer." "I'll wait for your call!" The boy took care of him calmly, then looked at Shen Min, she was shrinking behind the sofa, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "goodbye." The corner of his eye stayed on the girl's face, he left the living room automatically, quickly changed his shoes and opened the door.

Si Wang returned to the sunset and rode his bicycle home. Passing through the dirty and old alleys in front of the house, there are small hair salons for women with heavy makeup on both sides, as well as small restaurants and lunch boxes full of oil.In the more than ten years since Si Wang was born, the surrounding high-rise buildings have been built, but this place has been reduced to a slum.Many houses are crumbling, and there are many illegal buildings built privately. It is obvious that the two-story building has become a blockhouse with four or five floors.Most of the old residents moved to the suburbs and rented out their private houses to migrant workers. Five or six people often slept in one room.Since the death of police officer Huang Hai, He Qingying was very worried every night, telling her son not to go out if he had nothing to do, there were gangsters fighting nearby from time to time, and he was numb to calling 110.

Mom had already set up a table of dishes, and blamed him why he didn't come home early?Forty-one-year-old He Qingying bid farewell to her charming age, and no one turned her head when walking on the street. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, she was not in a good mood. She looked anxiously at the old locust tree outside the window, and her son approached her ear: "Mom, what's the matter? Tell Wang'er." "Did you see the notice in the alley? This place is going to be demolished, how much money can I get? The neighbors say something big is going to happen, and I don't know what to do?"

"I don't want to move." "Wang'er, you were born here, and you've been used to this house for a long time. But my mother has always felt ashamed of you and didn't let you live in a better house—you only had a good few days when you stayed with the Gu family. day." As she spoke, her eyes turned red, and Si Wang hugged her tightly: "Mom, don't mention the Gu family again!" Outside the window, the moonlight was bright and dazzling.