Give the slag and accept the end

Fang Yi was never called Fang Yi.

Yes, he still remembers.At least, his surname is not Fang.

He was seven years old when he was abducted by human traffickers, and he could already remember many things at that time.He remembered that his home was originally in a very small town. The town was very poor, and it was so poor that there were dusty and dirty areas everywhere, with adobe houses and brick houses stacked next to each other. , Cement room, gray, white paint, red brick, anyway, there is not much fresh green at a glance.

His house is inside a small iron gate painted with red paint. When you enter the door, you will find a narrow corridor with brick walls. If you go further inside, turn left and you will find his house.

It was a room of about forty or fifty square meters, with a brick floor and a cement wall, and only two windows were open. One was on the left side of the door, next to the bed where he slept, and the other was on the right side of the door, next to the cooking room. kitchen counter.The windows are not big, and because the light in the yard is very poor, even in broad daylight, the room is gloomy, but fortunately his mother is always at home with him, so he is not afraid.

In the center of the room is a big stove, where my mother cooks and cooks, and he plays with the fire on the side. Because of his naughty, he accidentally fell down while playing and almost hit the stove. In order to protect him, his mother's hand It was placed under his body, a large piece of skin was burnt, and the color of the entire back of his hand changed instantly, and a scar was left on his own arm, which took a long time to heal.

His father was a carpenter, the kind who used to cut wood with a saw and had a cigarette in his ear.Maybe because his father always worked outside, he had little impression of the man who had raised him for many years. He only remembered that when he slept on the same bed with his father, he always slept on that strong arm, still He especially likes to touch his father's warm belly. Although he didn't know how many times he was beaten because of this, he still likes him very much, and he also knows that his parents like him.

If he didn't like it, his name wouldn't be Feng Bao.He can't remember what his father's mother's name is, but he remembers his name is Feng Bao, baby's Bao.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"We're back home, Baowa."

Smelly and crowded long-distance buses, piled full of luggage and parcels, strong gasoline smell and disgusting body odor, they set foot on the road back to their hometown.

He was barely awake all the way, and he vomited all the way due to motion sickness.He has been lying on his mother's lap or being hugged in her arms, motion sickness, crying all the tears, and crying without any strength.

After two or three days, the car stopped.

"Baby, you just wait in the car, mommy gets off the car and fetches you some boiling water."

Mom got out of the car and didn't come back after a long time.

Later he wanted to throw up again, so he got out of the car by himself, ran to a haystack, and vomited into it.

At some point, a person came by, helped him and said something to him, and then the person picked him up and walked in the opposite direction of the car.

All his last impressions were of being in a place with two green hills, the unbearable dizziness and the buttocks of the long-distance bus dangling and drifting away.

And then, there is nothing.

……

"Mom! Mom!" The two crying children screamed and hid behind the woman after seeing Fang Yi's body, crying louder and louder.

"What are you doing! Who's going to kill you! Crazy, you're crazy!" The woman was so frightened by Fang Yi's actions that she sat down on the ground. Pulling the two children hurriedly to the outside of the flyover.

He didn't even look at Fang Yi, and he didn't care that it was still drizzling outside.

"Boom, boom." It was still thundering.

Probably really scared.

In such a peaceful age, no one can imagine why such scars appear on a child's body - half of the body is covered with hideous centipede-like scars, and the flesh is randomly spread on the ribs like muddy mud On the obvious body, there is no smooth skin at all.

Most of the people standing there were adults, but many of them couldn't stand the visual stimulation. They took a few steps back, turned their heads, turned around, or raised their hands to cover their eyes.Everyone who was busy watching the excitement just now stopped making a sound, including the woman who was helping with the child, and quickly retreated into the crowd, covering the eyes of the child, and went to the corner on the other side of the overpass.

In an instant, more than one meter of space was vacated around Fang Yi, and a dozen or so coins and a few small notes were scattered scattered on the ground, being avoided by the surrounding people like landmines.

Everyone backed away, only Su Ying was beside him, looking at him covered in scars, he was more dull than the idiot in his arms.

It was the wound left after being splashed with sulfuric acid.

Same injury as Baicheng.

Fang Yi seemed to have foreseen this scene long ago, and put his clothes back on without saying a word.He has no flesh on his body, and wearing a baggy T-shirt will only make him look thinner.

He bent down, supported the skateboard with his hands, and moved it little by little to the place where the coins were scattered. Holding the iron box in one hand, he picked up the dime coins on the ground one by one.

"Ding." One went into the tin box.

"Dang." The two went into the iron box.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, he was not as angry and gloomy as before, and returned to the numbness and cowardice common to beggars.He buried his head and picked up the coins one by one, shaking them into the palm of his hand. After three or four of them were exhausted, he put them into the box with a bang.

The rain gradually lightened up.Summer rain is like this, come and go when you say it.

The surrounding pedestrians began to disperse.Several well-meaning people came over to give Fang a change, some gave [-] cents, some gave [-] yuan, and the largest was only [-] yuan. But the "income" at this moment is already enough for a beggar like Fang Yi. It's quite a lot of money. In normal times, he would have to carry his small speaker to sing and play the flute for a whole day to "beautiful".

Fang Yi bent his back, holding the iron box and kept bowing, his voice was weak and grateful: "Thank you, thank you kind people, kind people are safe and sound, rich and wealthy, thank you, thank you."

At this time, a man with a pot belly like a boss came over, took two hundred from his wallet and put it into Fang Yi's iron box: "Take that baby to the hospital to have a look."

After all, the man left.

Fang Yi knelt behind him, kowtowed his head almost prostrate, and muttered: "Thank you kind people, thank you kind people."

When the rain stopped completely, the pedestrians under the overpass had dispersed, leaving only Fang Yi, the idiot, and Su Ying.The idiot was still laying in Su Ying's arms and groaning in pain with his eyes closed. Fang, who had collected the money, knelt on the skateboard with one hand propped up and slowly slid towards them.

Su Ying couldn't speak, so he could only gesture, pointing to Fang Yi's wound on the fool's head, and pointing to a roadside pharmacy.The fool yelled so loudly that he was afraid that something good or bad might happen.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yi calmly glanced at him, then at the wrinkled fool in his arms, and asked, "Do you want sugar pancakes?"

The fool who was humming and humming stopped suddenly, turned his head, and cried: "Eat!"

Su Ying: "..."

"According to the information provided by Lu Jun, we have identified the deceased. The deceased male is named Fang Xing. He is 47 years old this year. He is a habitual thief. He was arrested three times for stealing bicycles, motorcycles and burglary..."

"The female deceased was named Chen Cuifang. Fang Xing's wife, 46, ran a small tobacco and alcohol supermarket near Dongshun Road Flyover, with a stable income."

"The son of the two, Fang Yuan, is 23 years old. He is a homeless person. The places he often visits are Internet cafes, game halls, and nightclubs. He was taken into a casino a few days ago and became obsessed with gambling. He lost [-] yuan because he participated in underground gambling. Recently, I was looking for someone to borrow money, and I haven’t been home for several days. According to the neighbors, he had a big fight with Chen Cuifang before leaving home. There was a conflict at the door, and people around saw them pushing and shoving... "

Zhang Lin and the bureau chief continued to report the information they had obtained from their investigation. Seeing the bureau chief's brows getting tighter and tighter, her heart skipped a beat, and her speech slowed down, for fear that the other party would not be able to hear clearly and blame her for a while.

The director is very upset recently, because he was trained by his superiors because of this appalling case of dismemberment.

Originally, there was less than a month to start the selection of national civilized cities, but because of this incident, City S, which was exceptional in all aspects and had a very high probability of being selected, was excluded from the selection ranks. This was an "accident" The mayor, who had worked so hard for so many years and wanted to earn a good performance, was so angry that he called him up on the spot and scolded him bloody.

He was several years older than the mayor, but he was scolded in front of so many colleagues. It's no wonder he was in a better mood.

Three days later, after the body was salvaged, no useful information was found. I thought the case would become a no-stakes case and shelved it. Unexpectedly, Zhang Lin got a clue from Lu Jun.

Now that he was frowning, it was Lu Jun who was frowning.

It was obvious that he sent someone to look for him last time, why didn't he say it then?

"We have searched the deceased's home where we found a photo album."

The director asked: "What album?"

Wearing gloves, Zhang Lin took out a photo album found from the deceased's house, spread it out in front of the director, and flipped through it page by page—it was full of photos of children under seven or eight years old, and the backgrounds of the photos were all A wall of gray concrete.The expressions of the children in the photos are very timid, but they seem to be forced to show a weird smile.

The director's face gradually became serious, and he turned over one by one.Seeing this, he has been handling cases for decades and he is almost certain that this is a children's album in the hands of a dealer.

He had seen something similar before, in a black-hearted orphanage, where the children were photographed in such an album, and then the album was taken to some "adopters" for selection.

The more he flipped, the colder he felt: "Damn it!"

When turning to a certain sheet, he stopped suddenly.The photo on the stopped page is a cute-looking boy with protruding ears and bulging round eyes. He is different from all the children in front of the gray wall. He smiles very happily, as if he is happy Just like in the photo, it doesn't fit in with the child's suppressed smile on the previous pages.

Most importantly, he seems to have seen this child before.

"This is……"

Zhang Lin stood beside the director and sighed.

At this time, another male voice came from behind Zhang Lin: "This is my younger brother, Lu Shao, who was accidentally lost ten years ago."