【Sometimes I think people are quite interesting.

Many people believe in those charlatans, certain public lottery mechanisms, and baseless wishes.

They believe that human nature is evil.

Believe in conspiracy theories.

And always believe that you are right.

But they don’t believe the victims, and think this is an excuse made by people who are pretentious, vulnerable, and avoid facing the facts.]

"Are you a medicine seller?" someone asked from below.

[They don’t believe that a thirteen-year-old boy would touch a female doctor’s butt. How can a child know so much?

They don't believe that people will sacrifice themselves for others, and they think that no one would be willing to betray their own interests.

They don't believe that a girl can make a lot of efforts to be beautiful, and they are only willing to say bad things to them and say P-pictures.

They are unwilling to believe in any goodness in human nature because it is completely different from who they are.

Therefore, they also do not believe that people can get rare diseases, because they have never had them, so it can be said that these people are acting out and just want to gain sympathy from others.]

"Are you a medicine seller?" The man's tone became serious and he was a little impatient.

[These people will not believe all the things they have never experienced, all the beauties in the world, and all the truth and goodness of human nature.

Because a person who has lived in hell and has never seen heaven cannot imagine the outside world.

People who speculate on others with the deepest malice.

It’s so vicious and pitiful.]

"Hey! I have a question for you! Are you a medicine seller?"

The man kicked the square wooden box under his feet with one foot, as if testing the weight of the box.

"You can't sell things here, you have to go somewhere else."

The man lowered his head and looked at the square wooden box. Behind him, the man wearing the same clothes as him asked everyone to disperse and not to gather here.

"I'm not a medicine seller..." The person who just spoke passionately scratched his head, obviously feeling guilty.

"Then what's inside this box? Recently, many people have come here to sell dog skin plasters. Let's check." The visitor put his hand on the buckle of the square wooden box and locked the small wooden lock.

"I'm really not a medicine seller... I just felt it." He squatted down and opened the wooden lock with a click.

"Look, this is a special suitcase...it's all my clothes..."

He casually flipped through the things inside, and there were indeed only some clothes, including long-sleeved antique styles, which looked very much like opera costumes. Of course, to be more precise, they were several long-sleeved Hanfus, and the patterns were exquisite enough.

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"What's your name? Where are you from? What do you do?" The man turned over the clothes, and then, fearing that there was something hidden, he touched the bottom of the box, not even leaving the edges.

"I'm from Ningbo...I came here to study..." He stayed aside with some embarrassment, watching him inspect the square wooden box.

"Ningbo people?" The man stood up: "My ancestral home is also Ningbo... Speaking of which, we are also fellow villagers... Don't gather people to preach next time... I can't control what you say, but if you say it wrong, even if it is

I won’t show mercy to my fellow countrymen…”

The man patted him on the shoulder. Because he was taller than him, he lowered his head and nodded to him: "You seem to be a pretty normal young man... don't go to the street and mess around. It's worth taking a photo in the square."

The fare is refunded. If you have to deal with it, school is about to start today. You look like a student. Young man, don’t mess around. We are very busy..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry... I've caused you trouble..." He was even more embarrassed now. He could only lower his head and keep apologizing until the visitor left with his team.

"Huh... I'm a little... excited..." He breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged. A hand was placed on his shoulder again. He was startled and looked at the person behind him along the hand.

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"Uncle policeman...is there anything else you can do?"

"It's okay... I just forgot to remind you to be careful. There are risks for boys carrying such a big wooden box when they go out..."

"Okay...thank you, policeman, for reminding me." He watched the visitor leave again.

"Huh... I was shocked..." He patted his chest, shook his head suddenly, and squatted down with some pride.

"Wow... It's so scary... I thought I would be arrested..." He picked up the wooden lock, looked at it carefully, and then locked the square wooden box.

He picked up the black hemp rope shoulder strap of the square wooden box, carefully turned sideways, put his left and right hands in order, and carried the box on his back.

"Really... I don't know what's going on over there... Ah... I still haven't finished the second half... That's the essence... The front... is full of negative energy... Then

How can it be done...I am a little prince of positive energy..." He said to himself somewhat, and a very small thing crawled onto his neck.

It's strange to say... It was a transparent, round blue fish, with cold sweat on its head. It lay on his shoulder as if taking a rest, with its white belly turned over in the sun.

"I'm scared to death! Zi Ming... I thought I was going to be discovered... If someone discovered... this matter will become a big deal... your sister-in-law will have to catch you and lecture you again!" Xiaoyu seemed to be blaming this person.

It angrily slapped the young man named Ziming on the shoulder with its tail.

"Oh... Xiaolan... don't be so exaggerated... I really just expressed my feelings... Isn't that what some people are like? A model of selfishness! A hero among scum!" Zi Mingyou

Be impassioned, have a tonal tone, and even be ups and downs.

"I don't care what other people do! You'd better be calm! Don't let anything go wrong again!" Xiao Lan rolled on Zi Ming's shoulder.

"Okay, okay! Xiaolan, I understand..." He grabbed the square wooden box hard and fixed it on his back. A very small red light flashed on his back. It was a very small red light.

lines, he let go of his hand, and the box was fixed on his back.

"Speaking of...do we look like performance art? It seems that they all think that I am selling dog-skin plasters..." Ziming was walking on a street with a lot of people. Everyone was busy doing their own thing, and it was really...

No one cares about another person's "crazy talk".

"Do you still remember the mission your sister-in-law gave you? Just bring the murderer to justice... don't change all the processes of this time and space at will! Everything!" Xiaolan slapped his shoulder with the fish tail again, as if to remind this

Young man, because this young man is so disobedient every time he does things...

"Xiao Lan... I actually don't quite understand what my sister-in-law said..." Zi Ming touched his head and looked confused: "I want to bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, and that is to protect my mother...

...If this is the case...then it must have changed the course of this era...How could it not change..."

"Oh... that is to say, you only need to bring the murderer to justice before your mother in Shanghai, and then you don't have to worry about other things... go back early... that's what I mean!"

Lan shook her head, and the emphasis made her body sway a little.

"Okay... but... we don't have any clues at all now... we can only go to the crime scene to take a look..." Zi Ming touched his pocket.

"Hmm... I think so..." Xiao Lan followed his neck, then swam to the long hair beside his ears, and then quickly swam to the top of his head.

"Then it's better not to go... I want to go have something to eat... or drink a glass of soy milk..." Zi Ming took out a very new banknote from his trouser pocket and flicked it with his middle finger.

ring.

"I knew..." Xiao Lan seemed to know what he would do, and rolled her eyes helplessly: "You are really unreliable... Your father is much more honest than you..."

"Don't mention my dad...my dad can't even protect my mom who is so super cute, super powerful, super beautiful, and super kind. If I really see him...I will definitely

I'll beat him... You watch... Ning Yufeng... bang bang bang..." Zi Ming gestured with his fists in the air, punching out one after another. The surrounding wind was driven, and many people were blown by the inexplicable wind.

, looked around inexplicably.

Here...but the subway...where does such a big draft come from?

"Ha! You are such a filial son!" Xiao Lan rolled over his clean and fresh hair, and angrily patted Zi Ming's head again with her fish tail.

"Huh, anyway, my mother is so kind and cute... It's not okay if he doesn't protect her! Even if he is my dad! It's not okay!" Zi Ming also seemed to be angry at himself as he entered the subway door.

"O filial son, filial son, that's it... hurry up... if we miss the time... we may fail... your sister-in-law will definitely be angry..."

"I will definitely do this well... Don't worry about my sister-in-law... She will definitely praise me..." Ziming finally walked through the subway with a big box on his back and found a seat.

Sit down and talk to yourself.

He forgot to put the wooden box down, so it was still a little weird... After he realized it, a female classmate in school uniform was sitting next to him, reminding him to make room, and Ziming stepped away and put the square wooden box on the

on the legs.

The female classmate was also reading a book while taking the subway, which surprised Ziming.

The subway is quite noisy...

This is too much effort...

"Look at this person... he works much harder than you... you always lose your mind when you practice the exercises... I really can't favor you anymore!" Xiao Lan didn't seem to say anything nice along the way, and kept talking in a vague way.

The taunts make it clear that this is not the case.

"What grade are you in...?" Zi Ming glanced at this pretty neatly dressed girl. It's rare to see someone put on makeup in her busy schedule...

"She's a sophomore in high school..." The girl who was a sophomore in high school turned a page of the booklet, raised her eyes, and pursed her lips.

"Oh... that's a good relationship... I'm also a sophomore in high school..." Zi Ming said, leaning over to take a look at the booklet. Although he was a sophomore in high school, the booklet obviously contained all Chinese recitation texts in high school.

"Aren't you wearing school uniform? Which middle school are you in?" The girl didn't look at Zi Ming, she just looked at the booklet and pushed up her glasses from time to time.

"Oops... I forgot..." Zi Ming took a look at his clothes. The clean white shirt made his entire skin more rosy and tender.

"Then you're done... Your class teacher can't give you a super double on your test paper?" The girl glanced at him.

"Super double...what is that?" Zi Ming was a little confused. He pulled on his shirt. He had a strong fragrance of vanilla on his body, which made the girl stare at him with interest.
To be continued...