Hey, let go of that bamboo horse!

Chapter 139

Wen Yu's sixth sense seemed to be correct. The security guard handed over the khaki army coat to the local police station, and only then did he know that he was the "perverted flower picker" who was making trouble in the neighborhood during this period.

It has been two weeks since the rise of the perverted flower picker, but he is scheming and has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance, so he has no clues.

The targets of his crimes were all beautiful girls of twelve or thirteen years old who looked like good girls, and then took them to remote places to perform some mosaic things, and then killed and mutilated their bodies.

When hearing this, not to mention Jian Tong and Wen Yu, even Li Mufeng was covered in cold sweat, with lingering fears in his heart.

He seems to have been eyeing Jian Tong for a long time. He was probably the one who stepped on the trail before. After studying her daily routine, he began to stretch out his evil claws.

Originally, he was going to do it last night, but Jian Tong actually noticed it and successfully got rid of him.

This incident can really be regarded as the aftermath of a catastrophe. The perverted flower picker was arrested and finally punished by law. This small world has returned to its former tranquility.

About two or three days later, in the evening, Chu Xiaonian was going from door to door in the community, putting leaflets on their doors, his small body shuttled from floor to floor.

The newspaper was stained that time, and according to the character of the potbellied boss, it was natural to treat him to a meal of stir-fried shredded squid.

"Chu Xiaonian?" A voice accurately called out his name, he was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he turned around and saw Jian Tong who had just finished school standing on the stairs with his schoolbag on his back, looking up at himself .

"Why are you here?" Chu Xiaonian subconsciously hugged the leaflet in his hand!
Seeing that the other party looked at him vigilantly, protecting the leaflets as if protecting his own baby, for fear that he would destroy the stack of leaflets again, he suddenly felt a little funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Xiaonian frowned in confusion, watching her bend over with a smile.

"It's nothing, nothing." Jian Tong wiped away the tears from laughing. She didn't know what she was laughing at, but why was there always an inexplicable sense of joy?

"By the way, last time I soiled your newspaper, it happened that the door where you put the leaflets was my house, so I'll go and get the money to compensate you!"

Chu Xiaonian froze for a moment, "No need..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Tong passed him directly and opened the door with the key.

Chu Xiaonian decided that he must take a look at the almanac when he went back. Why did he catch up with her house even to send a leaflet?

"There is no one in my house, come in and sit for a while."

Chu Xiaonian shook his head, his expression still flat, "No need."

"Here!" Jian Tong took money from home and gave it to him.

Chu Xiaonian didn't answer. His boss didn't ask him for compensation from the newspaper because he was young. Why did he ask her for compensation?
But Jian Tong stuffed it directly into her schoolbag abruptly, and smiled at him, "After all, I was the one who stained the newspaper. My mother said that if you make a mistake, you must be brave enough to take responsibility."

"Isn't that perverted flower picker's fault?" Chu Xiaonian asked.

Jian Tong nodded, "That's right, but I'm the one who dirty the newspaper by just bringing out your affairs."

Chu Xiaonian didn't understand what the upbringing of a lady like this was, so she shut up silently, turned around and continued walking up the stairs.

"What are you going to do?"

"Work."

In fact, Jian Tong never understood why Chu Xiaonian had to go to school and work part-time at such a young age, but when she asked, Chu Xiaonian just paused for a moment, and then ignored her directly.

Jian Tong was at a loss, he was really a weird person.

(End of this chapter)