Reasoning Notes

Chapter 242 Reasoning Notes 5: The Final Game (52)
At the intersection of the street, Zhang Jing waved to her in the parked car, then took her and disappeared at the end of the road.

Often, Xiao Po would just watch like that, standing in a sad posture.The sunlight at 23 degrees north latitude often cuts Xiejie into two halves, one half is bright and the other half is dark.That ray of light quietly touched the sadness that had been accumulating deep in the pupils of his eyes.

Xiao Po became a person again.

The flower shop, on the second floor, on the side street, he could see his own shadow stretching on the ground alone when he turned his head.

But Xiao Po is not unhappy, after all, Sister An will be able to meet her father again soon.Moreover, she has also found a man who can be entrusted to her for the rest of her life.Xiao Po was just afraid that he would be kicked out of this house and return to his previous wandering life.

He once overheard the chat between Zhang Jing and sister an.Zhang Jing asked her how Xiao Po came to this house, and Sister An said that she brought him back from the park.Zhang Jing said "Oh" and was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then let's send him to the orphanage, which is run by the government, and he can get good care. We will have our own lives in the future, isn't he People in this family will hinder us."

These words deeply hurt Xiao Po's heart.He stood in the shadows of the doorway, swaying, sadness slipping from his throat to the depths of his heart.He turned around and left, but accidentally dropped the pot of beautiful cherry blossoms in his hand. With the sound of "bang", the flower pot was broken, and his heart was broken.

Xiao Po ran down the second floor, ran out of the flower shop, and finally ran out of the long-familiar side street.

He kept running forward without direction or destination.When all his physical strength was exhausted and he slumped on the ground from exhaustion, he realized that he had returned to the park where he and Sister An met for the first time.

When we met, the weather was slightly cold; when we parted, it was still cold.

He felt himself going in circles and circles, as if he was back where he started.The long period of time in between is like a beautiful dream.After waking up from the dream, he lived in this desolate weather again.

Xiaopo picked up a few newspapers from the trash can and got into the cement pipe.He has long been used to this kind of life.He cowered, waiting for autumn to pass and winter to come.

The weather forecast says it will be cold tonight.

The whistling north wind trampled across the entire city, and the yellowed leaves bid farewell to the branches to participate in this late autumn funeral.Xiao Po curled up in the concrete pipe, listening to the howling of the cold wind outside, suddenly hot tears came out of his eyes.

He missed Sister An, Xiejie, the flower shop, and that home.However, he couldn't go back.

A familiar voice suddenly came from far away, and the silence of the night was instantly broken.Xiao Po sat up, pricked up his ears to listen...that's right, the voice belonged to Sister An, and she came here to look for him.

But what should he do?

Go out and meet Sister An?

No, doing so might destroy Sister An's happiness, because that Zhang Jing doesn't like him.If he returned to that home, they might break up.Xiao Po hurriedly got up, drilled out of the cement pipe, and ran desperately towards the outside of the park, with his back turned to the direction from which the sound came.He ran very fast, and he didn't want sister an to find him.Sister An would have a better life without him.

As he ran, he let the tears well up.

The barrier formed by the dark night ahead was smashed side by side.Sister An's voice drifted away, and he seemed to be able to get rid of her soon.Thinking of this, his heart was full of sadness.

Suddenly, just outside the park, something tripped under his feet, and Xiao Po fell hard.He fell to the ground, screaming in pain, his knee had been scratched by something, and the wound was covered with blood.

"Hey, little brat, you run pretty fast." An indifferent voice came.

As soon as Xiao Po raised his head, he saw those dark pupils.Zhang Jing grinned like a devil, completely different from before.Zhang Jing looked at him, the corners of his mouth curled up contemptuously.

"Damn it, I've been looking for you for a whole day. If it wasn't for An Xiaoxuan who asked me to help, I wouldn't be so kind. But you are quite sensible, little bastard, and ran away when you knew you couldn't be tolerated. But..." Paused All of a sudden, Zhang Jing raised his foot and stepped on Xiaopo's foot fiercely, "Grandma! If you want to get lost in the future, please get away from me! Get out of the way where no one can find you!"

The piercing pain burrowed into the body like a bug, and hot tears flowed down again involuntarily.But Xiao Po didn't cry out, instead he stood up slowly, with his head held high, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing was shocked by him. He didn't expect a 9-year-old child to have such courage, but this made him even more angry.

"Damn it! What the hell are you staring at!" Zhang Jing raised his hand and slapped Xiao Po vigorously.

After the tears were blown away, they never flowed down again.Xiao Po held back, gritted his teeth, and stood in front of Zhang Jing again with his head held high.Then, he was slapped heavily on the cheek again.It hurts, it really hurts, but Xiao Po stubbornly glared at Zhang Jing again.He wants to tell this man that he is not afraid of anything.

Instead, it was Zhang Jing who was afraid: "Little bastard, don't you think your life is long?"

At that moment, Xiao Po saw an unknown murderous intent swimming past Zhang Jing's sinister eyes.The chill enveloped Xiao Po, at that moment, he even felt that he would be killed immediately.

But things didn't go as he expected, at this moment An Xiaoxuan came here.She saw Xiao Po, ran over quickly, and hugged him tightly.At that moment, her body temperature warmed him.

"Silly boy, why are you running? I won't leave you alone, no!" she cried.

No matter how painful or cold it was just now, he didn't shed a single tear, but now, Xiao Po really wanted to cry.Sister An's embrace was still so warm, the clear heartbeat beat against his eardrums, and tears finally burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.There was a silent light in his eyes, Xiao Po saw Zhang Jing smiling contemptuously through his tears.

This man is definitely not a good man.

Xiao Po suddenly realized that his original idea was too ridiculous.He actually thought that sister an would be happy with such a person, which was a big mistake.He should stay by sister an's side and protect her bravely.

So, when An Xiaoxuan asked in tears: "Xiao Po, come home with me, okay?".

He nodded very vigorously, and then looked at Zhang Jing with an extremely ugly face without fear.

That look seemed to say, I'm not afraid of you.

Life seems to be back on track.

Xiao Po is still taking care of the flower shop and home work, and An Xiaoxuan's daily job is to go out with Zhang Jing to handle cases.What they were dealing with was a serial murder case. The victims were all women living alone, and the cause of death was poisoning.The strange thing is that the forensic doctor can't find out what kind of poison it is, let alone the source of the poison.Therefore, they have no way of knowing the murderer's motive for killing.

The murderer seems to have committed the crime at random, and this is the case entrusted to them by the God of Reasoning.Zhang Jing said that as long as the case is solved, the god of reasoning will interview her.Hearing these words, An Xiaoxuan was so excited that she couldn't sleep for several nights, and she told Xiaopo the good news.

Xiao Po said: "Sister, you will definitely be able to solve the case."

She nodded sharply.Her warm smile is what he likes to see the most.

But things are always easier said than done.To investigate a case without any clue is like solving a puzzle without an answer.After a few days, An Xiaoxuan's excitement was completely replaced by frustration and disappointment.She was frowning, and always ran to the Internet after a few bites of food, trying to find some inspiration from the cases that the God of Reasoning had solved, and the door was closed most of the time.

After Xiao Po finished his meal, he silently packed up his chopsticks, took them into the kitchen and washed them.After finishing all this, he hugged his potted cherry blossoms, sat on the balcony and watched the lights of Wanjia on Xiejie light up one by one.So beautiful, so many, just like the stars left on the ground in the night sky.

It's not that Xiao Po doesn't want to help Sister An, it's just that he is still young and doesn't know anything about solving cases.

That day, he met a formidable customer.

The customer called to order flowers, and Xiao Po delivered the bouquet of flowers to the park according to the address.I saw a kind-looking old man sitting on the bench where he used to sleep. Seeing him, the old man smiled.

"Kid, are you sending flowers?"

Xiao Po nodded, the old man smiled again, and knocked the crutch on the ground.

"Okay then, give me the flowers." The old man took out the money and handed it to Xiao Po.

Xiao Po took it and pushed the bicycle to leave.

Suddenly, the old man behind him stopped him: "Little friend, can you accompany me to a place?"

"Huh?" Xiao Po turned his head back, doubts appeared in his big clear eyes.

But the old man didn't seem to be malicious, and took out another banknote from his pocket: "Well, I'll hire you to accompany me to a place, is that okay?"

Xiao Po hesitated again and again, and agreed.On the one hand, he felt that the old man was a good man, and there would be no danger if he followed him; on the other hand, the business of the flower shop was not good, and he wanted to make as much money as possible to reduce the burden on his family.

Following the old man, Xiao Po came to a cemetery.In front of an unnamed stele, the old man put down the bouquet of flowers and mourned silently with his hands folded.Xiao Po also followed his example and started doing it.

"The one buried here is an old friend of mine." Afterwards, the old man told Xiao Po.

Xiao Po carefully looked at the tombstone. There was no name or photo of the deceased on it. There were only a few strange words on the empty tombstone——God’s friend.

God's friend?God, who is it?
Xiao Po couldn't understand, the old man just patted his head lightly and asked, "Son, what's your name?"

"My name is Xiao Po."

(End of this chapter)