The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Although the child said so, Xing Haiyin really didn't have any impression of her. And he was from the next class, not a classmate, and they didn't meet often. Did she know him just because a friend mentioned him?

Xinghai Gin walked out of the alley in silence side by side with Mao Lilan. He pulled down the hood on his head. The warm afternoon sun shone on his body, making him feel a little sleepy.

"But are you okay? Do you want to call the police?" Mao Lilan walked out of the alley and picked up the vegetables she bought. She was in such a hurry just now that she dropped the bag of vegetables. The goose yellow cloth bag was covered with a lot of dust. The biggest stain covered the little bear pattern on the surface of the bag, making it look a little ugly.

"No need, the police have already received the report this morning." Xing Haiyin said, he didn't think the police could solve this matter. After all, he was a member of an organization, even if his ability made Gin upset, it was not something that could be found out through ordinary searches.

"But this is dangerous, isn't it? Everyone has heard about what happened this morning, and the school has even given us a holiday today." Disapproving of the other person's nonchalant attitude, the little girl frowned and turned around and said, "You should stay at home and not run around."

In children’s perception, as long as school is on holiday, there is a high probability that something big has happened.

It's not a big deal, just kill the man who saw his face.

"It's okay." After being interrupted, he hid the knife in his clothes. The cold iron knife was close to his skin, making him always suspect that the blade would pierce his flesh. It didn't matter if he got hurt, but it would be troublesome if he was caught by that man after being injured.

So after he said this, he said goodbye to Mao Lilan.

"Wait! Although I can't help you, I know someone who is very good at this kind of thing!" Mao Lilan grabbed the boy who was about to leave, looked up at him seriously, with a face full of mixed requests and worries, which made him couldn't help but remember the words he was taught.

Because many girls are very fragile, they need someone to protect them.

Just like flowers, they will die if you don’t take good care of them.

The young man frowned. The word death in his mind hurt him so much that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Mao Lilan saw that his expression was not right, and hesitantly let go of his hand, and lowered her eyes in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Xinghai, I'm so presumptuous."

The young man looked up at her and agreed as if possessed by a ghost.

There's no rush anyway. That man won't let him go easily. He can just find another opportunity later.

However, he regretted it ten minutes later.

The reason was simple, mainly because it was the first time he had seen such a cocky kid at this age. Xing Haiyin silently lamented the changes of the times. He and Mao Lilan sat on the side of the football field watching a group of boys play football. Although they were not here to watch the game, Xing Haiyin lazily basked in the sun and didn't want to move.

Mao Lilan was obviously watching it much more seriously than he was, but she had seen it too many times and it was nothing new to her. After watching for a while, she turned around and talked to him.

The person she wanted to bring him to meet was her childhood friend, who was also a small forward on the court, named Kudo Shinichi.

I heard that he knows a lot about that aspect.

Xing Haiyin didn't hold out much hope. At most, he just didn't want to waste the girl's efforts. He didn't think that a kid could find the man - even though the man was really bad. He was referring to the anti-tracking skill.

But this is just a kid, a primary school student.

Although he is a kid who is pretty good at kicking the ball.

However, he has never watched a football match, and certainly has never played one, and again, the organization is not engaged in charity, and the tools that are not cultivated must be healthy both physically and mentally.

Ricardo never even went to school.

To put it bluntly, it means being uncultured.

He spent most of his first eighteen years in the laboratory, and there was no philanthropist in the laboratory, so he would not educate the experimental subjects. Then, when he was nineteen, he began to take over organizational tasks and a series of troubles, and he had even less time to learn anything.

But it may also be the instruction of that gentleman. He never underestimates that person's bottom line.

So you can't blame him for not liking school.

Apart from Chinese and English, he couldn't understand anything else, which was undoubtedly disgusting to him, so he simply chose to skip classes.

He had to admit that he did have a very obvious escapist mentality, but it did not affect his daily life, so it was not a big deal.

Xing Haiyin took out his cell phone and checked the time. He looked up and saw that the group of boys had finally finished playing ball. They were laughing and joking with each other and decided to meet again next time. He felt that this search for someone would probably come to an end soon.

"Xinghai?" After listening to his childhood sweetheart's story, Kudo Shinichi asked if he was injured, then he stroked his chin and thought about it. "You are Mei Xinghai from the next class, right? The one who got into trouble a few days ago and today?"

This guy is very direct.

"It's me." Still not used to this name, Xing Haiyin pulled at his clothes and looked at Kudo Shinichi without interest as he fell into a state of thought.

"Aren't people usually protected by the police when something like this happens? Why are you still running around? If Xiaolan hadn't happened to pass by this time, do you know what would have happened?" Seeing that the man looked indifferent, Kudo Shinichi narrowed his eyes and spoke very seriously.

A male corpse with a slashed face will appear.

Of course he couldn't say that. Xing Haiyin said a few words in his heart and pretended to be humble and willing to learn, but his attitude didn't look sincere.

Kudo Shinichi stared at him with half-moon eyes, but this was someone else's business, and they were only meeting for the first time. Even if the other party didn't care, he couldn't say anything more. "So why did you come here to see me?"

"Because I want you to help Xinghai." Mao Lilan bought a bottle of water before coming over. She handed the water to Kudo Shinichi, and then took out her handkerchief and gave it to him, asking him to wipe the sweat and dust off his face. "You are not very good at this kind of thing, reasoning maniac."

"What? Really?" Kudo Shinichi accepted it and took a big sip of water. "I'll be scolded if I interfere with the investigation, okay?"

Mao Lilan didn't say anything, but her expression of helplessness and disbelief made Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but recall the experience of being scolded for interfering in the case. Qingmei's words, "Haven't you been scolded enough?" were almost written on her face, but the arrogant boy simply chose to ignore them.

"Okay, okay, I get it. So what are the characteristics of the person you saw?" Kudo Shinichi put on a serious expression, and the second half of the sentence was obviously asking Xinghai Gin. He raised his head, and he looked much more reliable than before.

Wow, that's a very confident expression.

It seems like nothing can faze him.