Young detective case book

Compared with when he got up, the fog has dispersed a lot, and the surrounding scenery vaguely reveals his true face.

The cold changed everything. The sky above was no longer blue, clear, and lofty as it was in autumn, but gray, presenting a chaotic and gloomy atmosphere.

The sun is alone embedded in the clouds, gray and gray, like a cold ceramic plate, which does not feel a little bit of heat.

The old trees, shrubs, dead grass, and stone slabs in the yard are all covered with a layer of off-white frost, as if covered with white ash.

The damp and sticky cold air is lingering around.

All the way through the courtyard, when I was about to reach the gate, Xiaobai in the kennel heard the movement, jumped out happily, wagged his tail excitedly, and threw himself on me desperately.

It is a white Jingba, round and cute.

I like it very much. I always take it with me when I run in the morning on weekdays. Of course not today.

I gently scratched behind his ears - his favorite way of petting, and he squinted comfortably and wagged his tail happily.

I warned in a gentle voice: "Go back to sleep obediently, and take you out for a walk at night."

Xiaobai understood or heard what I meant, drooped his head dejectedly, hummed coquettishly with his nose, and pulled my trouser legs with his two front paws, half lying on the ground, with his head lowered, fart / The thighs are raised high, and the fluffy tail is wagging more happily.

"Be obedient." This little guy began to act obediently again, I pushed it away helplessly, and walked towards the door at a faster pace.

The distance opened soon exceeded Xiaobai's ability to move. With a kick on his hind legs, he jumped up and hopped towards me with all his strength.

The iron chain tied to the collar was stretched straight and straight, rattling.

I hardened my heart and ignored it.

In fact, pets, like children, like to act like a baby.

And they are much easier to coax than children, and they will never know how to betray you and hurt you.

On the gate, a relatively advanced combination lock is installed.

I stretched out my fingers, and skillfully pressed a bunch of keys combining numbers and English letters in sequence. With a "click", the door opened.

When I turned around and closed the door, I saw Xiaobai was still shaking his snow-white and beautiful furry tail desperately, tilting his head, and looking at me with infinite grievances with his round and wet eyes.

That expression was so innocent and pitiful. I couldn't help laughing, and my depressed mood eased a lot. I turned and stepped on the sidewalk.

Stepping on red, yellow and green diamond-shaped square bricks, I walked straight north along Xinmin Street.

It was too early, the road was sparse and there were not many people.

Except for two or three shops selling breakfast, the doors and windows of the shops on both sides are closed.

Occasionally, a car would gallop by, blowing up a cold wind, like being in an air-conditioned room with a strong air conditioner.

I shrank my neck and leaned against the side of the road again, almost walking against the curb.

As I was walking, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was following me—the feeling of being aggressively stared at and stared at was very strong.

I stopped and turned around sharply.

Not far from me, there is an aunt from the sanitation department wearing an orange coat, dragging a big broom, sweeping the withered yellow leaves.

A little further away, there are two or three elementary school students with schoolbags on their backs, laughing and joking while walking.

Apart from them, there was no one else to be seen on the street.

I think, probably because the spirit is too nervous, the illusion produced.

A gust of wind blows, the branches above the head sway gently, and the leaves rustle.

A withered yellow leaf fluttered down in a flying posture and landed on my shoulder.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of those young and beautiful girls who had suffered misfortune. Like this fallen leaf, they were yellow, dry, broken, and completely lost the color of life.

Closing my eyes slightly, I shook my shoulders, let the leaves slide to the ground, and sped up my walking speed a little.

Things have developed to the current level, I can no longer turn back, and I can't turn back, I can only go on and on.

About fifteen or six minutes later, I came to the intersection with Minhui Road.

Turn left, and continue walking for a while, you will find the overpass.

On the railings on both sides of the bridge, there are huge billboards.

On the left is a jewelry advertisement made by a famous actress. It has been hung for too long. After being exposed to wind, sun and rain, it has been severely corroded, peeled and faded.

The actress's face was missing a piece in the east and a piece in the west, revealing a germanium-red bottom plate, like a dirty dog ​​skin plaster.

On the right hand side is the graphic display of a large interior decoration company in this city. The color is bright and bright, and the composition is soft and harmonious, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The two pictures stand opposite each other, forming a sharp contrast.

Under the display picture, there is a large pile of tatters, like dirty rushes.

If you look carefully, it is a homeless man, wrapped in a quilt, curled up into a ball.

She was motionless, and she didn't know if she was asleep or her breathing had stopped.

The quilt wrapped around her body was vaguely the kind of grass-green military quilt, which was in tatters and had already blurred her true colors.

Balls of cotton flowed out of the opened grasshopper's mouth, which was black and extremely dirty.

In fact, he is an old acquaintance of mine, although we have never even said hello to each other-I see him almost every time I pass this bridge.

Silently, I pictured him in my mind.

He was a middle-aged man in his early fifties, with a short build, and a head of disheveled, gray hair that hadn't been washed for several years. It was tangled and tangled, like a bird's nest.

The square face is dark and dark.

In the folds of the forehead and the corners of the eyes, strips of black dirt accumulated, like terraced fields.

When there are more pedestrians and the bridge is more lively, he will lean on a gray stick, tremblingly hold a large enamel jar that has been painted off, and limping to beg from the passers-by.

Although there is nothing wrong with his hands and legs - I have seen with my own eyes that a middle-aged beggar stole his money and was discovered by him.

As if he had been pumped with chicken blood, he exploded into a small universe in an instant, and transformed into a super fighter/fighter/machine. The beggar was beaten by him and fled.

I am more impressed with his enamel jar, which was a common object in the 80s and [-]s, pure white, with a blue border around the mouth of the jar.

I used to have one at home before, but it's rare to see it now.

Passing by him without squinting, I owe no sympathy.

As the saying goes, poor people must have something to hate.

In this era of prosperity and glitz, progress and regression, tradition and innovation coexist, it is not easy to become rich, and it is not easy for people with hands and feet to starve to death.

It is said that those scavengers who rummaged through trash cans with iron hooks can fool dozens of dollars a day, and it is not a problem to deal with food and clothing.

After getting off the overpass, turn left, cross the intersection, and on the left side of the street is B University, one of the best schools in China.

Although it was still early before the start of class, there were also many energetic students walking towards the school gate one after another.

These big boys and big girls look like young cabbages in their prime, with lively and lovely expressions.

In fact, I am about the same age as them, but it feels like two generations, separated by a deep gully.

It is my heart that has entered the aging period ahead of time, vicissitudes and exhaustion.

After passing the B University, go on for a while, and the People's Park is across the road diagonally.

Before [-] o'clock in the morning, it does not charge tickets, which is convenient for the nearby people to do morning exercises in it.

Now, before the charging time, the main entrance is of course controlled by General Tie, and I entered through the open corner door.

Behind the door is a large open space.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people, lined up in a fairly neat square of tofu cubes, are doing aerobics.

The woman standing at the front leading the drill is already very old.

The crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are so deep that they can kill mosquitoes.

With gray temples and a short, fat body, he looked not only ugly but also bloated.

I didn't expect her to be quite flexible in her movements. The bending and splitting movements are in place, and the sense of rhythm is also very strong.

While she was doing exercises, she yelled rhythms up and down. Her voice was high-pitched, resonant, and extremely penetrating, which made me sigh secretly.

Involuntarily, it reminds me of the twice-a-day inter-class exercises in elementary and middle school.

The teacher will also select one or two students to stand in front and lead the exercises, which is similar to the scene in front of them.

At that time, the students were all wearing the same dark blue, gray blue, or dark gray sports suits. The texture was so-so, similar to the rough and stiff work clothes in the factory.

The workmanship is also so-so, and it is ugly as hell.

The school is very thoughtful considering that children grow up fast. In order to wear them for a few more years, they deliberately enlarged the size and made them fat and loose.

Putting it on the body, it looks like a rice bag, with no image at all.

The aerobics team for middle-aged and elderly people in front of them is dressed in white clothes and white trousers. Judging from the visual effect, it is much more pleasing to the eye and cleaner.

It made my eyes hot as hell.

Although not many of them could do their movements properly, and they were far from being uniform, but hundreds of people swayed their arms and raised their legs one after another, which was quite beautiful.

The white clothes are elegant, and there is a taste of flowing water,

Even those old and aunts who are almost young, with stiff limbs, swinging their arms and kicking like cramp, look rosy and full of energy.

Looking at them with envy, I can't imagine that when I reach the age of frosty temples, I can live as passionately and contentedly as they do, full of cherishment and expectations for life, health, and the future.

But, I know, I won't have the chance to live to that day.

Every day that I can breathe freely now is stolen from me, so I will cherish it doubly.

Cherish every minute and every second.

Bypassing the huge aerobics team, I turned to the Chaoshou veranda on the right.

The veranda is spacious, even if two trucks drive side by side, it will not appear cramped.

The ground is paved with large pieces of bluestone slabs, spliced ​​evenly, and carefully hooked with concrete.

There are simulated stone pillars standing on both sides, and on the two opposite pillars, there are exactly the same pillars horizontally, like wide football goal frames, lined up in rows.

There is a distance of two or three meters between the door frame and the door frame.

It can be said to be ventilated on all sides, with a wide field of vision and a clear view.

Obviously, in this kind of building, the role of decoration is far greater than isolation, and the effect is quite good.

Probably because it is suitable for dividing the site, the veranda is particularly lively.

The students of the martial arts school, laying two or three mats aside, lined up, doing somersaults one by one in full swing.

There is also a young instructor next to him, gesticulating and yelling to correct the students' movements: "...Do you want to break your own neck? How many times have I told you? When doing backflips, be careful Keep your body balanced..."

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Several Peking Opera fanatics formed a circle, babbling and hanging their throats.

The broken gong-like tune is really a kind of destruction and torture to the ears.

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Five or six elementary school students, who looked like they were in the fourth and fifth grades, were rehearsing for some program.

The innocent and immature face has a serious and serious expression, which is really cute.

I couldn't help smiling slightly, and hurried past them.

After walking a few steps, I saw an old man in a white silk and satin Tang suit, sitting on his own pony tie, with his eyes slightly closed, playing the erhu contentedly.

I have never been too fond of this traditional folk musical instrument.

However, the old man's snow-white beard swayed in front of his chest with the movements of his limbs, giving him an elegant charm of immortality, ecstasy and independence.

The whimpering tune overflowed in the empty space.

The desolation and resentment seem to gather all kinds of sadness and helplessness in the ups and downs of life, the impermanence of the world, and the vicissitudes of the situation.

Probably a matter of mood, at this moment, I was actually moved by this song.

Whether it is middle-aged and elderly people working hard to keep fit, children practicing martial arts, or an old man playing the erhu...they are all immersed in their own world, with their own lives, their own pursuits, and their own happiness.

I feel so guilty and so sad.

Tomorrow, the old man won't play the erhu here again, right?Those children who turned somersaults will also find another place, right?The primary school students in the rehearsal will also change places, right?

Even if time slips away day by day, the memory gradually becomes weak and blurred.

When people walk in this park, they will still occasionally think of the consequences I caused today, and they will feel completely uncomfortable, right?

However, no matter what price I pay, I will not regret what I have done.

I got into trouble when I was a child, no matter how my father beat me, I refused to admit that I was wrong. Later, he beat me until my hands trembled, and he called me a "stubborn donkey" with red eyes.

I also told my mother that other people's children will turn back when they hit the south wall, and this bastard will not turn back even if his head is smashed.

Dad is right, I am such a stubborn person, and now I am bleeding.

The veranda is circular, and it circles around the inner side of the park. I walked between the two pillars in the northwest corner.

Outside the colonnade is a large piece of lawn, which has withered, turned yellow and decayed beyond recognition.

Sneakers step on them, rustling, and occasionally stumbling over empty mineral water bottles, empty food packaging bags, and branches broken off by children...

Among the lawns, one plant in the east and one plant in the west are planted with shrubs as tall as half a person, and they are also withered, yellowed, and defeated.

The shriveled, skinny gray-brown branches are jagged and jumbled, like burnt bones of a dead man, stretching straight to the sky.

Between the lawns, there is a narrow path paved with cobblestones.

It twists and turns, bypasses the bushes, and leads to the maple forest not far in front of it.

At the beginning of October, it is the season of frosty red leaves and scorching flowers.

Looking from a distance, it is a dazzling fiery red, the forest is dyed, and the waves are undulating, just like the burning clouds rolling in the sky.

Along the Yangchang path, after walking for 300 meters, we entered the woods.

At this time, the fog outside had almost dissipated.

It was still dim in the woods, and his vision was blurred.

It's like stepping into another world within a short distance.

Surrounded by dense mist, there is no one around, and even a living creature that can breathe is completely unaware.

Silent, desolate, and seemingly isolated from the world.

Under the feet, there are dead leaves that have been deposited for decades, maybe hundreds of years, and they step on them, making a soft rustling sound.

No birds chirping, no frogs chirping, no snakes, insects, rats, or crickets chirping. It was so quiet that one felt chills down the spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

There is an illusion in the subconscious, as if the whole world has been completely abandoned, leaving only myself alone.

This feeling is really terrible.

Above the head, the canopy of the lush trees intertwined and intertwined with each other, covering the entire sky, like a huge canopy.

Therefore, the woods are very dark and damp.

The melted frost water on the branches, leaves and grass stems has not yet dried up, and it easily wets my skirt and trousers when they touch each other.

While not drenched, it made me feel damp and uncomfortable.

Fortunately, I went through a gentle slope, crossed a ditch, walked through a depression, and then passed through a gentle slope, which was the end of the forest—the destination of my trip.

Standing by the edge of the woods, I wandered around and quickly found what I was looking for. It was an old tree as thick as three or four people hugging each other.

It was very old, hollow in the trunk, with scars the size of a bowl.

The gray-brown branches stretched blankly into the air, like desperate, tired, old arms.

The old tree is close to the roadside, and a small half of its canopy has protruded obliquely from the road.

It was a cement road more than one meter wide.

Because the air is fresh and the environment is quiet and secluded, many people choose to run and walk on this road every morning or evening.

I inquired very clearly in advance that the target of today's action—Chen Xiaohui, also has the habit of running on this road every morning, not to mention rain or shine, it's about the same.