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#killyou, for the children who lost their siblings.

"Who gave this to you?" Wang Ju frowned as he looked at the words on the note.

"A little beggar." Zhao Feng nonchalantly sat on Bureau Wang's sofa with his legs crossed: "But don't worry, it's not aimed at you. When he told me to give it to the police, he didn't specify anyone, so I think, he The 'you' on the note refers to a specific person."

"Little beggar?!" Wang Ju's voice was an octave too high: "Where is he? Is he the only one? Have you seen other beggars?"

"Why are you so excited?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "I have sent the others to orphanages in other cities, and there is only one left."

"What?" Director Wang was even more surprised: "You? Sent them to orphanages in other cities?"

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded: "Those children don't know where their home is. Is there anything wrong with me sending them to an orphanage?"

"No, but where did you find them?"

"I'm not looking for them." Zhao Feng shrugged: "When I got up that morning, I saw a group of little guys standing at my door. They were wearing thin clothes, their faces were red from the cold, and a few of them had a fever."

"It turns out that the person Dong Peng was talking about was you." Wang Ju nodded: "That's a good idea. After all, you..."

The words "people are stupid and have too much money" lingered on Wang Ju's lips for a long time, but he finally said it out. No matter how much they like to argue, they should not belittle this kind of helpful behavior.

"Do you know anything?" Zhao Feng couldn't help but become interested when he saw Wang Ju's reaction: "Tell me what's going on."

"Let's go to your house first." Wang Ju thought for a moment and stood up: "Don't let him run away. Let's talk about it when we get there."

…

"Hello, Bureau Zhou." Xue Mo nodded respectfully to the man in front of him.

"Hello, hello." Zhou Ju walked towards Xue Mo cheerfully and patted Xue Mo's arm in a friendly manner: "Not bad, not bad, handsome. I've heard of you, Xue Mo, an internet writer."

"You can't even call me a writer." Xue Mo quickly waved his hand. He has been crazy about reading recently. Xue Mo is embarrassed to say that he is a writer. He can only be regarded as a coding machine.

"Humility," Zhou Ju nodded: "There are not many young people as humble as you."

"No, no, I really..." Xue Mo was embarrassed and quickly wanted to explain.

"Okay, okay, don't explain." Zhou Ju quickly raised his hand to interrupt Xue Mo: "I have read your article, Xiao Wang, oh, no, now I have to call him Wang Ju, he also mentioned it to me I told you that your writings often predict events."

"This is all an accident, a coincidence." Xue Mo scratched his head awkwardly.

"I think so too." Zhou Ju nodded seriously: "Wang Ju is good at everything, he just likes to be suspicious, very suspicious, it's okay, don't worry, I will protect you from now on, he won't dare to do anything to you."

Director Zhou waved his hand generously: "Let's go, let's go, I heard that you are also quite accomplished in reasoning. Come with me to investigate."

"No, no, no." Xue Mo quickly shook his head: "Those things I wrote were all written in dreams. In fact, I don't know how to kill people."

"You're right." Director Zhou smiled: "Don't worry, I didn't doubt you, so I'll just tell you the truth. I've read your article and it's pretty good, so I was wondering if I could My process of setting up the eucalyptus is also..."

Zhou Ju paused mid-sentence and looked at Xue Mo with a smile.

"You want me to write you into the book?" Xue Mo asked with a wink.

"It's not just written in the book." Director Zhou patted Xue Mo's shoulder: "I know some newspaper editors. If possible, can you serialize my process in the newspaper?"

"This..." Xue Mo was a little embarrassed: "If you want me to write it in the book, I can't submit it to the newspaper anymore. After all, the copyright of my book belongs to the website."

"What are you afraid of!" Director Zhou patted his chest nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll take care of you if you need anything. I'm the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, so I still have some face."

"This is not a matter of losing face." Xue Mo shook his head and said seriously: "Everything must be done according to the rules. These are my rules."

"It's stupid." Director Zhou frowned, seeming a little displeased: "Well then, you will be responsible for recording the process of my work and writing the highlights. Is that okay?"

"That's no problem." Xue Mo nodded.

"Okay, let's set off. I'm going to solve two cases today, so keep a good record!"

…

"Is this the child?" Wang Ju looked at the child in front of him and confirmed to Zhao Feng.

"Yeah." Zhao Feng nodded, a little surprised.

The child prevented him from opening the note in advance. He thought the child was planning to sneak away while he was on the road.

"Did you give me the note?" Wang Ju looked at the child and asked.

Although this child has a determined look, it has to be said that he looks too thin. With such a skinny appearance, it would be difficult to kill even an unarmed woman or child, let alone that man.

"Yes." The child looked into Wang Ju's eyes without any hesitation.

"Who gave it to you?" Wang Ju's first reaction was that someone else gave him this note.

"I wrote it myself." The child smiled slightly, picked up a piece of kuaizi, dipped it in water on the table, and re-wrote the words exactly one by one: "Although I am a beggar, I I also learned a little bit about writing.”

"Then tell me, what do you mean by writing this?" Wang Ju still didn't quite believe it.

"It means I want to kill that bad guy." The child raised his head: "You can't even understand this, you are worse than me."

"Bad guy? Who?" Director Wang frowned slightly. No matter who wrote the note, the first priority now is to prevent people from dying.

"We... Boss." The child pouted, as if he didn't want to use the title of Boss, but couldn't think of a better one.

"Your boss?" Director Wang frowned even more tightly: "You said you killed that man?"

"Yes, I killed him." The child stretched out his hands: "Catch me, this is what I deserve."

"You killed someone?" Before Director Wang could say anything, Zhao Feng on the side spoke first: "You can't talk about this kind of thing casually, do you know what punishment you will receive for killing someone?"

"Killing someone means paying with your life!" The child grinned disdainfully: "Of course I know, it's just a rotten life, it's worth it to kill him!"

"Director Wang." Zhao Feng quickly stopped Director Wang: "Don't listen to him, he can't kill anyone, he took good care of the other children that day, and even wrapped some younger children with his body at night, he is a good child."

"Wait until I ask and you will know." Director Wang nodded, motioning Zhao Feng not to be nervous, and then he looked at the child: "I'll ask you a few questions, and I'll believe you if you answer them correctly."