"Name."

"Sophora Poem."

"age?"

"Seventeen..."

In the police station, Huai Shi, who was taking notes, felt more and more that the conversation was too familiar. Had it been repeated several times somewhere?

Afraid of any accidents, after finishing recording, he held the policeman's hand and asked repeatedly: "You don't hire cowherds here, do you?"

"..."

The policeman's expression twitched and he ignored him. He poured him a cup of tea and said he could leave after the inspection.

Huai Shi sat on the chair and sighed with lingering fear.

Alley, dead people, little goldfish, iron box.

With so many weird elements thrown together, even though the ups and downs of life have been weathered like a Huai poem, it's hard to wrap your head around it.

But the only thing that is certain is that this kind of thing is definitely not normal!

Thinking back to the explosion at the port just now, I am afraid it was not an internal fight among drug traffickers!

What if there are two ounces of pure white dough in the box? It would be fun if the police caught it.

Although it is true that I am so poor that I can hardly afford to eat, there is no need to go to the prison to find a buffet, right?

In this case, as a citizen of the Dongxia Republic, no, as a person with some common sense, you should call the police, right?

"Yes, you did a good job. When encountering this situation, calling the police for help as soon as possible is the most sensible way."

In the evidence room, the policeman who returned his things nodded in agreement, "If it's not white powder but a bomb, the situation would be even worse..."

"But what's in that box?"

Huaishi asked curiously.

"I don't know. I've looked for X-rays and done explosive detection. There shouldn't be anything dangerous inside, but it looks like an antique. What exactly is it? Let's open it and take a look after the experts come tomorrow. But here

It’s none of your business, just go home first.”

As he spoke, he placed the basket in front of Huai Shi,

Because it was a death case, all of Huai Shi's belongings were dismantled and inspected. After getting it, Huai Shi immediately took out the heavy notebook that he had carried with him for several years and inspected it.

It has not been tampered with.

That nervous look was noticed by the police in the evidence room, who couldn't help but laugh: "What? Are you afraid that we will read your diary? Young people still write diaries now, haha, don't worry, I haven't read it, I haven't read it.

…”

Huai Shi smiled awkwardly and stuffed the notes into his pocket. When he picked up his phone, he accidentally saw the bank balance text message, and his heart suddenly hurt again.

After repeatedly confirming to the police station that there was no reward for reporting this kind of crime, he walked out the door sadly, feeling that the world was desolate.

As he walked on the road with his head hanging down, the streetlight cast a long shadow behind him.

Among the shaking shadows, there seemed to be crows fluttering their wings.

boom!

There was a flash of thunder in the night sky.

As if waiting for Huai Shi to go out, after a brief pause in the evening, the pouring rain roared in amid lightning and thunder.

By the time Huaishi got home, she was already soaked to the skin.

Standing in front of the big iron door, he sighed, took out the key, unlocked the iron chain on the door, and pushed the door open with a sharp sound that could not be suppressed by the pouring rain.

"I'm back……"

In the darkness, no one responded.

Under the flashlight of the mobile phone, the ancient house covered with dead leaves revealed a decadent and dilapidated appearance.

Under layers of ivy and vines are walls that have long since peeled off. Behind the iron gate, the courtyard covered with dead leaves is full of messes. The fountain pool maintained by old sparse has long dried up. The stone carvings on both sides are incomplete and look weird.

And cold.

A sharp electric light suddenly lit up in the cloud-covered sky, illuminating the ferocious outline of the ancient house protruding from the courtyard.

.

At the foot of Qingxiu Mountain on the outskirts of Xinhai City is Huaishi's home.

A long time ago, it was called the "Yuyuan Shimui Pavilion". At that time, this garden, which took five years to build at a huge cost, was extremely luxurious. There were flowers in the garden all the time, and green pines and cypresses grew in front of the door.

Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the splendor of the Qing building. The owner is one of the leading wealthy businessmen in East China. There is a lot of traffic coming to the door every day...

But that was all ninety years ago.

The world is always changing too fast. In just ninety years, it has entered the electronic age from the steam of the old age, and from the electronic age to the new electronic age. The world has gone from peace to chaos, and then from chaos to chaos.

Peace... too many things have happened, and there are too many things that need to be remembered, so that many things have become relatively less important to remember.

Today's Yuyuan, after experiencing a short period of glory, has experienced a long period of silence and decline, and has been forgotten by most people.

Amidst the overgrowth of weeds, the former luxury is no longer there. The creeping ivy has covered the cracks in the mottled walls. Most of the sculptures in the courtyard have been mutilated and broken, beyond recognition. After being squandered and ravaged by the prodigal descendants, the former mansion has

Already empty, with only four walls, it is about to turn into... no, it has turned into a haunted house that is not even famous.

For Huai Shi, this dilapidated house, a cello that is also old and can no longer survive, and his bleak life are all he has.

But as the old house became increasingly dilapidated and the cello gradually began to crack, Huaishi felt that she had to say goodbye to her own life.

"The current balance of the savings account ending in 8193 is 144.444 yuan..."

Amidst the howling of the storm outside the window, Huaishi finally checked the balance of her bank card.

"Mother...how can I live like this!"

Even if he ignored the symbolic string of fractions at the end, he still had a strong urge to die.

What can be done?

These are all the blessings left by my parents.

Originally, when Huaishi was born, the family at least had some foundation. If they could cheer up, it wouldn't be a bad idea to revive the family business. However, after her grandfather passed away when she was three years old, Huaishi's parents began to fall faster than light speed.

People have squandered all their wealth in just a few years at an astonishing speed.

A pair of drug addicts ate, drank, whored, gambled and even smoked. Finally, before the company went bankrupt, they took the money and absconded, leaving Huai Shi alone to deal with the crazy shareholders who came to press for debts...

Almost all the valuable items in the home have been removed.

If Grandpa Huaishi hadn't specially made a will before his death and entrusted a lawyer to leave this old house to Huaishi. If he could officially inherit it when he came of age, Huaishi would have wandered the streets like a wild dog long ago.

Sometimes, people's endurance is really infinite, just like Huai Shi. He has felt that he is going crazy since he was ten years old, but he did not expect that his nerves are a bit too tough.

There are no signs of schizophrenia.

At most, I occasionally hallucinate and hear footsteps in the old house, water dripping upstairs in the middle of the night, and hear someone sighing while sleeping, etc...

Life has to go on.

Even if you can't get through it, you still have to get through it.

If you think about it carefully, it is really a miracle that he can survive to this day.

Originally, everything was slowly getting better. He would grow up, use his grades to get a scholarship-free college admission, and be able to find a job that could make more money. Finally, life seemed to be getting closer.

Something on the right track.

He is just so poor that he is about to starve to death.

"Is life always so painful, or is it just childhood?"

Unfortunately, no middle-aged uncle who likes to grow flowers answered him.

He is neither childhood nor Matilda.

So, in the long late night of sorrow, Huai Shi squatted on the balcony smoking a cigarette, staring at the heavy rain in the distance, and sighed helplessly.

Thunder roared.

Ice-cold rain fell from the sky, as if it was about to swallow up the whole world.

The anger that Huai Shi had accumulated over the past few days finally exploded, rising from his heart, causing him to roar to the sky: "God, it's useless to do so much. If you have the ability, just come and kill me!"

"——I want to defy heaven!!!"

As he roared, the depression in his heart was released, and Huaishi finally felt a little more comfortable.

But then, he heard a roar, and the clouds filled with endless torrential rain and thunder suddenly shook, and there was a sharp sound of tearing steel.

Just above the stone marrow hall, a huge gap was suddenly opened in the clouds. Then, a blazing electric light whipped down, like a divine punishment coming, and hit the railing in front of Huai Shi, knocking some

The old railings were completely smashed into pieces.

Amidst the pungent smell of electrolysis in the air, gravel flew out, and Huai Shi collapsed on the ground.

"Oh my god...are you so smart?"
To be continued...