The screams on the seventh day of the lunar month attracted the attention of onlookers.

"Do you recognize this child?" someone asked.

"Yes, I know the policeman, look for the policeman, no, look for the doctor, the doctor."

The seventh day of the lunar month was panicked, not knowing why this happened. A few hours ago, he waved to himself with a smile, thanking him for the candy child. Now he suddenly lay here, like a winter melon thrown down, splattered brains everywhere, no! This is not right! Everything is not right, Zhuzi shouldn't have died just like this!

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he cried out: "Call the police, patrolman, where is the patrolman?"

He no longer cared about answering other people's questions, looked around in a daze, shouting with all his might: "Party police!"

On the seventh day of the lunar month, he is a half-travelling child. The so-called half-travelling means that he actually has a place to live. His cousin’s home is in a deep alley. On the seventh day of the lunar month, he didn’t want to go back. He couldn’t stand the sound of so many children crying and fighting in his cousin’s house. His cousin was wearing a cheongsam and loved to hold the head. The cheapest powder made people feel bad.

"On the seventh day of the lunar month, there is really nothing at home." Every time my cousin sees him, he is like a little widow to visit the grave.

Therefore, this afternoon, after seeing Zhuzi at the Qiqian Dynasty, I always hoped that Zhuzi could find his biological mother, biological mother, and father. These words will always radiate warmth in the Qiqian Dynasty's heart.

Perhaps the dance hall is the key place for patrolmen to inspect at night, and soon a patrolman with leggings arrived with batons.

"What happened?" the patrolman asked.

"A child jumped off the building."

Someone shouted.

"No, it's falling from the building, maybe it's murder!"

How many years have I been a report boy or is he very sensitive to news? I understand the difference between jumping off a building and falling off a building in the seventh day of the lunar month.

The patrolman bent down, checked Zhuzi's body, and sighed, "It's no help, this child is dead." As he said that, he looked up at the roof. Dahua dance hall was a five-story building. The child fell to the hard watermenhead and might lose his life immediately after hitting the ground.

Dead?

I covered my mouth in the seventh day of the lunar month and told myself not to shout.

He died so soon, Zhuzi should not be in pain, right? Chu Qi comforted himself like this, and at this time he saw that the patrol officer had already squatted down to examine Xu Tianzhu's body.

The patrolman flipped over Zhuzi's body, looking for some information about the child. Soon he held a small thing in his hand and said, "There is a candy paper here. Who knows where this child came from and who it is?"

The piece of candy was lying in his pocket on the seventh day of the lunar month. He still remembered that Zhuzi put the candy in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing a very satisfied look. After eating, he carefully folded the candy paper and put it in his arms. Zhuzi said that this was the second time he had eaten candy in his life. Perhaps it was this rare sweetness that made him carefully fold the candy paper and preserve it carefully. This child met by chance, like a wave of heat. He was blown away by someone, but he was alone!

Thinking of this, Chu Qi shouted in a crying voice: "It's not jumping off the building, it's not jumping off the building, the pillar fell off the building, it's very likely that someone... murdered."

The patrolman was stunned. With the neon light, he recognized the child as a newspaper selling cigarettes nearby during the day and at night. He frowned and asked, "Do you know him?"

"We met in the afternoon, and we knew that his name Xu Tianzhu was here to find his mother." Speaking of this, Chu Qi looked up at the top of the dance hall, "Maybe his mother is in this dance hall? He said that his mother was going to get married, but he didn't recognize him. Mr. Police, he couldn't jump off the building by himself, because, because he told me that he asked his mother one last time. If he didn't recognize him, he would take the train back to his hometown. He also said that an uncle on the train was very nice to him and would take him back. Mr. Police, he thought very well, how could he jump down the stairs by himself? It must be someone who pushed him down!"

The police frowned, looked down at the body of the child on the ground, and then looked at the seventh day of the lunar month: "Okay, kid, you go to the police station with me."

At this time, a woman's giggle came from the door of the dance hall: "Oh, Mr. Zhao, your joke is so funny."

Zhao Nan walked out of the dance hall with a red dancer Huang Meigui on his shoulder and saw a group of people around not far away. He pointed in that direction and asked, "It seems that something happened there, so many people around him."

Huang Meigui pouted and said, "You go for midnight snacks. Those people, these days, they can catch up with a group of people if they fall down. Let's go."

She held Zhao Nan's arm hard and pulled it in the opposite direction in a coquettish way.

Zhao Nan usually acts suavely and is not a person who can be influenced by women. As a friend of Weihan, he also hates being manipulated by women the most. He freed from Huang Mei's shackles without a trace and walked towards the crowd.

Before he could get there, he heard a child's voice hoarse voice: "He won't commit suicide, Mr. Police, he said that as long as there is hope, he sat there in the afternoon and ate the candy I gave him, carefully folded the candy paper. How could a person who lives so seriously run up and jump off the building so late? Mr. Police, please, you must investigate, he will not seek death by himself!"

Zhao Nan raised his eyebrows: It seems that something big happened. He separated the crowd and walked forward. Seeing this person with a majestic appearance and dressed in extraordinary clothes, the patrolman knew that he could not scold him casually. He asked with a smile: "Sir, someone died here. Please stay away from him and don't taint your body."

Zhao Nan nodded and was about to turn around and leave, he listened to the child crying, "Zhuzi, Zhuzi, your mother doesn't recognize you, and now it's like this, why is your life so miserable?"

Zhuzi! Zhao Nan was stunned, stood up, bent down and looked down.

The child was originally lying face down on the ground, but the patrolman turned him over while checking.

The child was lying face up, with large patches of blood under his head, and dark black appeared under the dark light, and the pillars seemed to melt into the darkness.

It's the pillar, the child I met on the train!

Zhao Nan's heart suddenly tightened, and he couldn't help but look up at the building. Suddenly, he felt that there was a window on the second floor with a light flash.

Zhao Nan looked carefully and saw that the light was gone.

"Sir, please stay behind."

The patrolman made a gesture of asking for help.

"I know this child." Zhao Nan took out a cigarette box from his pocket and politely handed it to the patrolman. The patrolman picked it up and saw that it was American cigarette. He smiled excitedly, and felt that it was a bad thing to laugh in front of the dead body, so he hurriedly held it in his arms.

"Sir, do you know this... kid?"

"Yes, I know him. He came to Shanghai to find his mother. His mother is a dancer, maybe..."

Zhao Nan looked at the brightly lit dance hall gate in front of him: "Maybe his mother is in this dance hall."

His voice was calm and resentful: "I don't know what this mother who has never recognized her son will do after seeing her son's body. Huang Meigui, come and take a look. You have seen this child in the dance hall just now."

"I don't look at it, I'm not watching it."

Huang Meigui curled her lips, looking unhappy.

"Come here." Zhao Nan emphasized his tone.

Only then did Huang Meigui twist her body and walk towards this side willingly.

He looked down and said, "No, I haven't seen it before."

"When you look at him, Huang Meigui, tell the truth, you must have seen this child, tell me, who is her mother?"

Zhao Nan stared at Huang Meigui with bright eyes: "Tell the truth."

"I don't know who his mother is, I only see him coming to find Hei Peony."

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