"Xia Chuluo is so smart. She should have started to doubt Uncle Li Jian from the first day she met him. Why didn't she?"
"Don't she find it strange? Why does the old fortune teller she just happens to meet meet Li Jian who wants to change his name?"
He smiled, tears welling up in his eyes.
This person's facial expression management failed.
I don't know if I'm laughing or crying.
"Uncle Li Jian looked pale on the cliff that day. Don't you have any doubts?"
"Why is your expression so pale? Isn't it because you drew your own blood to make a blood pack and tied it to the front of your body armor?"
"Why are you all unwilling to test the blood spilled on the cliff to see if there is anticoagulant in it?"
"This is the flaw I left for you!"
"He wrapped himself tightly. Why don't you suspect that he is wearing a bulletproof vest? It's so thick! There are blood bags! Is it because he is fat?"
"Because he's the victim?"
He was leaning next to an android, clutching his hair.
He bowed his body, his whole body trembling slightly.
He was laughing wildly, but tears were falling heavily.
"Wearing a bulletproof vest, the impact is different from not wearing a bulletproof vest. You are all professionals, why can't you tell?"
"Why?"
His voice was filled with pain and a little hoarse.
"Even..." He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, "Even if there's just one person!"
"If a person is willing to check his interpersonal relationships, he will know that he also has a high school classmate named Li Jian, and then he can think of whether they had any grudges back then, but there was no such thing!"
"not a single one!"
"You are all waiting for the next Li Jian to die, and then collect more useless evidence!"
"Useless evidence!"
He suddenly roared, and veins popped up on his delicate face, which was a little distorted.
"Just last night, I had to personally deliver the evidence to the villa to let you know that he had a classmate in high school also named Li Jian!"
"This head!"
"Fresh heads!"
“How fresh…”
He suddenly fell down and hit the ground, ignoring the gray dust.
Hold up that head.
His expression was calm, as if he was admiring some work of art.
"Why can't you think of it?"
He murmured to himself, without the slightest joy of succeeding.
A feeling of defeat filled my body.
No one can understand him.
"Tell me, why can't they think of it?"
He seemed to be asking the head, shaking it vigorously.
The six mechanical legs of the human head swayed feebly.
Unfortunately, I will never get a response.
"Answer me!"
"Why do not you speak?!"
"The evidence is so obvious. They are still investigating and collecting evidence, and are still comforting the families of the victims. How long do they want to wait?"
"I can't wait!"
He suddenly stood up and smashed the head in his hand on the ground.
His expression was ferocious, his eyes full of anger.
The head left a bright red mark on the hard cement floor, and then rolled away.
But this still seemed unable to get rid of the anger in his heart.
The young man's roar echoed on the third floor of the empty abandoned building, and no one knew why.
"Pig!"
"Are all the people in the Executive Board a bunch of pigs?"
"So many resources... so many resources are given to those pig-like things, why... why..."
He clutched his hair in pain, crying and laughing.
He left a lot of details, wanting to tell everyone that Li Jian No. 5 faked his death and that Li Jian No. 5 was not the victim but the murderer, but no one paid attention to those details.
…
District 12.
Minshui Village.
This is a village far away from the city, and nine out of ten households are poor families.
The remaining tenth is no better.
Whether it was more than 20 years ago or now more than 20 years later, the harvest throughout the year all depends on God’s face.
This small village seems to be sealed in time.
The rapidly developing technology in the outside world has forgotten this poor place.
On a New Year's Eve twenty-two years ago, Jiang Xiaonian was born.
It was on that New Year's Eve that he lost his mother.
The first thing many children drink after birth is breast milk, and what they drink is blood.
Jiang Xiaonian gradually grew up.
Like other children, he went to a school in the village.
"Sir, what's the use of reading?"
"Cultivation of one's character, order of family, governance of country, peace of the world."
The old gentleman smiled, very kindly, and touched Jiang Xiaonian's head.
The sir's hands were rough but warm.
"Can I make money by studying?" Jiang Xiaonian asked again.
"Why do you ask that?" The old gentleman was startled, as if he was puzzled that a child would ask such a question.
"After I have money, I can... I can stop my father from working, and I can... I can also build a very big school for my husband." Jiang Xiaonian answered seriously with his eyes wide open.
The old gentleman laughed heartily and stroked his long beard.
Children's innocence and happiness are always enviable.
The village is so small, and there are only a dozen children studying in this dilapidated school. No matter how big the school is, what's the use
"Yes, of course you can make money by studying!"
"Then I'll get first place in every exam!"
Jiang Xiaonian did it.
Throughout the first grade, he ranked first in every exam.
And it is far beyond the second place, and it is the best.
that year.
A small town in the distance gave me a spot.
An opportunity to study in the town for free. All tuition fees are free, including room and board.
The village said they wanted to let the most promising child go.
Jiang Xiaonian was filled with joy and spent the whole night in anticipation.
the next day.
The village chief's son climbed into the dilapidated van.
"Sir, why not me?"
The old gentleman sat at the door of the school and was silent for a long time.
That night, some people heard the quarrel coming from the village chief's house, and some saw the old gentleman walking out of the village chief's house angrily.
The old gentleman is sick.
It seems that he is angry.
Jiang Xiaonian went to visit his husband with a bowl of steamed eggs.
The elderly student was lying on the hospital bed, with a sick look on his face, and touched Jiang Xiaonian's head.
"Xiao Nian, money is a very good thing... There are some things in this world that are as good as money."
The old gentleman didn't eat the bowl of steamed eggs. He left that night.
The children in the village have lost their only way to learn.
Jiang Xiaonian squatted at the entrance of the village.
Day after day.
This poor place is like a swamp from which generations of people cannot escape.
He felt like an ant, and really wished someone could step on him to death, so that he wouldn't have to struggle in this turbid quagmire day and night.
That dilapidated van would bring the village chief's children back every weekend.
Went to town again on Monday.
Snow fell from the sky, and the wheels crushed the snow-white road into black traces.
The village chief invited the driver and the teacher in the car to his home for dinner.
That day, when the van was returning home, its tire blew out and the road was slippery in the snow, causing it to fall off the cliff. The village chief's children were among them.
Later, traces of nails were found on the blown tire, presumably from the mountain road.
The insurance company sent a very young salesman to inspect it.
The salesman came to the village and saw a group of children whose faces were turning blue from the cold. He felt compassion and took out some candies from his backpack and distributed them to the children one by one.
Jiang Xiaonian saw it from a distance.
He tore his already shabby cotton-padded jacket into even more tatters, and then ran over.
"Uncle, I don't want to eat sweets, I want to study."
(End of chapter)