3 shaku

Nam-sang's mother was a prostitute.

Treat people with color and sell themselves for a living.

Then she died, in her bed at home.

The guest has a special habit, the two quarreled too much, the man accidentally missed, and the woman suffocated to death.

The time of the woman's death was nine o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright and broad daylight, no one knew.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Nan Sang came back from wandering outside.

Primary school ends at five o'clock, but she can't enter the door too early, so as not to affect the women's reception.

Turn on the light, there is no food on the table.

Nan Sang walked into the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. She simply fried two dishes with no meat and little oil. The family's financial difficulties were reflected in food and clothing.

Plate and serve rice.

She knocked on the bedroom door, but no one answered her for a long time.

At this point, women should be at home.

She pushed open the door, and her white body was lying under the yellowish quilt. There was a disgusting smell in the air, which made people dizzy.

Nansang walked towards the woman, who stopped beside the bed.The woman's eyes are wide open, her neck is covered with sex/interest props, her hands and feet are tied together, this is a murder scene related to sex/love.

The tip of Nan Sang's tongue lightly licked her teeth, and after a while, she leaned over to check the woman's breath, and sure enough, she was dead.

After closing the door, she rewashed her hands and sat down at the table.

Nan Sang chewed the meager food, regretting secretly in her heart, if she had known earlier, there would be more oil in the dishes tonight.

After all, there are fewer people eating.

After eating and washing the dishes, she called the police.

"Hello, my mother is dead, and the address is No. 33, Jiuhuai Street."

The girl's voice was calm and almost terrifying.

After the policeman hung up the phone, for a long time, he was not sure whether the girl was a prank or a real report.

The police went anyway.

Police cars couldn't enter the street, so they had to park outside. Neighbors stood outside their homes, watching a group of people walking towards No. 33.

"Is that vixen causing trouble again?"

"I just said that you will be caught for prostitution/prostitution sooner or later, take care of your husband."

"Bah bah! Who doesn't know that your husband has had sex with that woman."

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Chattering, so noisy.

Nan Sang stood at the door, a little distracted.Until a policewoman walked up to her and asked in a slightly surprised voice, "Little friend, are you the one who reported the case?"

She recovered and nodded: "Yes, she's inside, I'll take you to see."

The female police officer and the other two male police officers looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

The girl acted too calmly, as if she was not talking about going to see a dead body, but to see her pet.If it wasn't for the duty, they wouldn't have come.

The house is small, and the living room is not enough for several people to stand apart.

Nan Sang opened the door of the bedroom, and a strange smell wafted into her nostrils. The faces of the three adults turned pale. One of them went in first, and after seeing the woman's miserable state, he quickly left.

His legs were trembling, and he shook his head desperately to the other two while resisting the feeling of vomiting: "It's suspected of murder, we can't handle this matter."

They are people from the nearby police station. This area has never been a serious incident. There are many cases of stealing, prostitution, and fighting, and there are zero homicides.Before seeing the dead body, they always thought it was a girl who reported falsely to the police, and they thought a lot about what to teach others.

Looking at the situation now, obviously not.

This matter should be handed over to the people of the Public Security Bureau.

"The murderer probably committed manslaughter." Beside them, the girl's words fell softly.

If she hadn't been young, she might have been listed as one of the suspects.

No one can live here anymore, the policewoman discussed with Nansang and asked her to live in her house temporarily.

Nan Sang said hello, and turned back to her room to pack her luggage.She doesn't have much clothes, and she basically wears school uniforms all year round. She puts the clothes in a bag and walks out with her schoolbag on her back.

The male policeman has reported the situation on the scene to the above, and they should leave now.

When she went out, Nansang received the attention of all parties. If a male policeman hadn't been left to protect the scene, those people would have rushed over eagerly, gossiping about what happened to her house.

Nan Sang slept soundly that night.

The author has something to say: I have conceived this episode many times, but the first sentence has never changed.