cry of a butterfly

The teenager who escaped from the mental hospital thought many times about looking for the boy, but in the end such inspiration was short-lived.

Until his old driver brought a black girl in front of him.

It was difficult for the black girl to make a sound, and of course she couldn't make a sound at all at this moment——Irene watched the man leaning towards her in a daze. This man who is close at hand seems inexplicably far away, like a mountain elf glimpsed at a glance, like a reflection in water that breaks at the touch of a touch.

But he was very beautiful indeed, far more beautiful than the best-looking person she had ever seen, a bar guitarist who was always drunk.

God knows she once secretly kissed the guitarist's beer mug when he went to relieve his hand, just to feel his soft and fragrant lips.

The black girl Irene reminded Compaer of her mother, a one-eyed prostitute who was ugly in the eyes of the world, but beautiful in his eyes.

It also reminded him of the sentence that suddenly made him lose his focus.

Gently touching the man's handsome face with half of her face that was splashed with boiling oil, the one-eyed prostitute said to him, "Compo, I can't agree to your marriage proposal because you are incomplete."

Like cholera against love.This is really a scene full of mystery and incredible. The ugliest woman has the most beautiful lover in the world.This handsome young man returned the woman's caress with a gentle kiss, and his red lips like rose petals touched the ugly half of the woman's face.Then he took her hand and put it on his cheek, and smiled softly, "I am indeed disabled."

"No, I'm not talking about your legs, I'm talking about your soul, a piece of your soul is missing. Maybe you don't even know where you lost it." Fingers as rough as mulberry brushed a piece of velvet The one-eyed prostitute's posture is like a mother caressing her son, and she said in a slightly hoarse voice, "But if you ever thought about looking for it, go for it."

The man was clearly mourning the news of his lover's death, and Rodman came up to his host and said, "She wrote in her notebook and asked me if her mother who died of illness was a lowly whore, as others said. The old driver sighed sadly and shook his head, showing a helpless expression, "She has been holding on to this question all the way, but I really don't know how to answer this little girl."

"Listen, your mother is a prostitute, but she is not mean." Slowly squatting down in front of the girl, he looked her in the eyes and said, "She is the second noble and kind person I have ever seen. A woman is more attractive than any slim and visible beauty, no matter when and where you mention her, you don’t have to be ashamed.” After a pause, Compo smiled at Irene, “In fact, I once expressed my desire to She proposed, but she turned me down."

Smiles from the heart are easily contagious.The girl smiled too, her big black and white eyes were very bright, and she also showed two rows of extremely white teeth.

"Madam hired a gardener, who will come to the door this weekend. She thinks the lilies of the valley in the yard are overgrown with weeds. She said she wants to plant some roses. I think it is really necessary to inform you." Rodman said in the man A reminder sounded from behind, and the voice said in a worried voice, "Also, Madam has already met Irene. She wants to drive her away. She thinks that a child born to a prostitute is destined to be a prostitute too, and is not worthy of being with her. Children live under the same eaves..."

Having already stood up, Compo stretched out his hand to caress the top of Irene's head, with a slight smile on his lips, "Maybe she is the one who is not suitable here."

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The private detective handed over a large file bag to the old driver who picked him up.

Excitedly gearing up, he's done a good job and is about to wait for an extra reward from the rich man.

Handing the file bag to the male owner here, Rodman said with a smile, jokingly, "You seem a little nervous, just like a father waiting for the good news in front of the delivery room."

Putting the cane aside, Compo also smiled.

He didn't answer the call, and opened the file bag.

There was a written document in the file bag. The man glanced at it briefly, then took out a stack of photos and flipped through them one by one.

The photo shows a pretty young boy with black hair and fair skin, crescent eyes squinted when he smiles, and there is often a looming sweet pear dimple next to the corner of his mouth.

Rodman also glanced at the photo, smiled and said, "Heis beautiful."

"Maybe it's just superficial." Compa frowned noncommittally, and only raised his eyes to look at the private detective in front of him, "Tell me about what you investigated."

"Chu Hua's biological father is unknown. His mother was a tattoo artist who was said to have a very eccentric temper. He was killed when he was eight years old. He grew up in a social welfare institution. He got good grades in school, but he has a naughty personality and often caused troubles. He recently graduated from the police academy with excellent grades..."

Compo's eyes were attracted by a photo. In the photo, the boy named Chu Hua was being held high on his shoulders by a group of big boys who were also young, and he was flying with his arms outstretched—a hideous streak appeared on his forehead. wound, but he grinned with white teeth and laughed foolishly.

The man showed the photo to the private investigator and asked, "Why is he smiling so happily?"

"Boys are often rough when they play football. This kid is very hard at everything, and he will not hesitate to break his head and blood for his team to win the championship."

"This can only show that he is impulsive and brutal." Compo snorted lightly, seemingly disapprovingly, and flipped through the photos in his hand again.

After a while, he showed another one to the other party, "Why is he crying so sadly?"

In the photo, the boy named Chu Hua was already wearing a police uniform, but on the bustling street, he was weeping sadly like no one else was there. This photo honestly records the appearance of him crying while covering one eye, and The contemptuous expressions of passers-by around him looked back one after another.

The private detective glanced at the photo and replied, "I took this photo after his first mission. A couple of daughters of a billionaire were kidnapped. The stalemate lasted until the end. Headshot from a distance."

"I've heard about this case." Turning the photo to himself again, Compo's eyes still stayed on the crying young man, and said calmly, "Obviously the sniper is not him, this little policeman must be Depressed at missed opportunities to perform, weeping at the futility of one's first mission. Like a vulture losing its food."

"But the fact is completely contrary to what you think." Seeing the other party cast a slightly puzzled look at him, the detective smiled and continued, "He wanted to save the hijacker, but unfortunately things backfired."

"Rescue? As a policeman, but he wants to save a hijacker?" Stopping to look at the photos, Compo frowned slightly, and then smiled distrustfully again, "I don't know what to say He's too whimsical, and he's just too stupid and incompetent."

"Yes, he wanted to save the hijacker. He ran to the nearby insurance company and found a salesman with a good tongue, trying to persuade him to let go of the girl in his arms."

"The endless chatter of those insurance agents is really a headache." Compa smiled slightly, and a hint of approval seemed to flash across his pale eyes, "Then?"

"He almost succeeded. But the sniper who ambushed the tall building took the first step and pierced the poor guy's brain." The private detective sighed and said after a while, "The hijacker's mother and ex-wife came later. Here, there is another young child waiting for his father to come home. I took this photo after Chu Hua met with the kidnapper’s family. I think he blamed himself for not giving The other party has a chance to be rescued." After a pause, the older man added, "I forgot to say, this kid is definitely not as 'stupid and incompetent' as you think, in fact, he was very good at sniping in the police academy , even 'ranked among the best' is not enough to describe it, it is simply 'number one or two'."

Without saying a word, Compo put down the photo in his hand and walked towards the window leaning on his cane.

The curtains were almost closed, and a little bit of mottled light and shadow passed through the gap, as if a pale and handsome face like plaster had been inlaid with gold.

His eyes stayed on a piece of lily of the valley in the garden for a long time.

After the silence, the old driver cleared his throat and said, "I don't know why you are looking for this boy, but obviously, he didn't disappoint you—"

"Your inference is too abrupt." The man interrupted the other party's words in an unprecedented and rude manner, the man still had no expression on his face, and his voice was also undulating, "I only saw a rude, reckless, ignorant and Overwhelmed fool."

"You are too harsh." Rodman shook his head. "I think this boy is optimistic, intelligent, brave and kind. He has the excellent qualities that most people in this world are gradually losing."

There was another short period of silence, and Compo, who had been standing by the window, finally turned his head and told Rodman, "Burn all these photos and materials, and don't disturb his life anymore."

"Why?" The old driver was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Don't you want to bring him with you?"

"I'll wait for him to come to me."

"But..." Receiving the voice in time, Rodman saw that the other party's mind had been made up.

"I want to bask in the sun." Compa walked out of the room with a limp posture, exposing himself to the sun as if on a whim.The complexion is too pale, so pale that it seems that it has never been under the rich grace of God for a moment, as if it has been accompanied by darkness forever.

Rosselle saw Compo gently moving his red lips, and then he heard him say his thanks gently and repeatedly, and he didn't know who he was pointing at.

"I remember you don't like the sun."

"Today is a day to be thankful for." The spring is clear and the fragrance of flowers is strong. The man closed his eyes and looked up at the sunlight for a long time, "I'vegotmysoulback."