"Doctor, how is the patient's condition?"

The man with scars on his face was talking to a doctor in the corridor. After the cigarette handed out was rejected by the other party, the doctor explained: "The patient is not seriously injured and can be discharged from the hospital at any time." Then, he stopped and pushed open the door beside him and shook his fingers: "Also, smoking is not allowed in the ward."

Dongfang Xu looked at the cigarette butts and handed it to Qi Shouheng behind him. Then he followed the doctor in and saw the woman on the hospital bed eating porridge. He looked much better in spirit.

"...If you don't have anything to do, just walk around more to see if your head feels dizzy, whether you have vomiting symptoms, etc., but you can see that you can eat, there will be no problem."

In the ward, the doctor made some simple inquiry and examination, made some records with a pen and gave a few words of advice, then turned around and left. Qi Shouheng waved to his back: "Let's go slowly and don't send me off." Then he walked into the room and closed the door.

Dongfang Xu took the stool and sat in front of the bed. Cai Zhao looked over there: "Didn't you resign?"

"No." Dongfang Xu shook his head and then said, "You're well, come back. Xiao Qi and I just searched the files yesterday, but unfortunately we found nothing."

The woman stretched lazily, lifted the white sheet and got off the bed, put on slippers: "It's rare to sleep two more days later, okay, seeing that you came here and invited me so sincerely, I'll come back to work hard, but you won't have any clues yet, right?"

"No, there's a little bit."

Dongfang Xu pointed his head, "Although all the information in the command car is not destroyed, the director still has one in his hand. I have read it and paid attention to a detail."

Cai Zhao poured a glass of water and leaned against the window. The golden light came down, and his lips were sexy and raised: "Hmm? What details."

The sitting man raised his head.

"The person's last departure direction was to the southeast... It's probably not a small place to look at the person's behavior and temperament. If you start screening directly in the prefecture-level city, there will always be some clues."

The water cup shook gently, and the water waves shone in circles. The woman nodded: "Although the workload is relatively large, it should always be a more practical approach."

After saying that, she took a sip of water and looked at the leaves swaying in the wind outside the window, layer by layer, and the cicadas chirped on the trees one after another.

squeak….

…Squeak.

In the same sky, in the hot air, the electric bells during class were ringing in the cicadas, cheerful footsteps ran out of the classroom, black high heels walked on the corridor, Xifu was wearing a black professional dress and gold-wired eyes, but he walked a little slowly, as if he was adapting to this awkward walking posture.

"Xiaohui..." A female colleague in the same office, holding a ruler, happened to come out of the classroom and quickly caught up with her. "I got a message to remind you that the new Principal Cao, who came to the school recently, was a bit strange. When he was not yet in office, he was warm and polite to everyone. But after taking office a few days ago, he looked cold and his eyes looked at the pores of people with a terrifying pores. Don't mess with him..."

Xifu pursed his lips and smiled, "Who will be able to provoke the senior official?"

"That's right." The female colleague nodded, then curled her lips: "It's light. What if he likes me and deliberately makes things difficult?"

"You are so thick-skinned."

Just as the two of them walked into the office, the landline phone rang inside. Someone answered the um and um, raised his head and swept around the office. When he saw Xifu walking in, he said, "Sister Hui, your naughty little family is punished to stand in the office on the second floor."

"What's going on?" Xifu frowned and put down the textbook.

"Let's fight with other kids." The male teacher shrugged: "Don't children come here like this? Don't worry...he...he...sister Hui..."

There was someone else at the door. His high heels were slamming on the aisle. When he reached the entrance of the stairs, he leaped gently, stepped on the handrail and slid down very quickly, landed on the ground, stepped on the wall, jumped up again, twisted his body, and arrived at the entrance of the second floor in a blink of an eye, tidied up his dress, and walked into the third-grade office.

A stubborn voice came from inside.

"No...I won't apologize to him, he made fun of me first."

"But it's wrong for you to hit someone."

"He made fun of him first, so what happened to me hit him?"

"I've called your mother to come, see how she dealt with you."

“…I’m not afraid”

...

When he opened the door, the two children stood miserably against the wall, with colorful colors on their faces. Xiaoyu saw Xifu walking in and buried his head. The other little boy had a piece of paper stuffed with nostrils, and blood was stuck nearby. His eyes were red. When he saw that he came in again, he felt like he wanted to cry.

"Mom..." Xiaoyu buryed his head and shouted carefully.

Xifu looked at him, then looked at another child, and then asked the man sitting on the chair there: "Teacher Xu... who did they hit whom?"

"Your son used his hand first, saying that this classmate made fun of him." The male teacher spread his hands: "It's really hard for children to discipline now, and they start fighting if they disagree."

"I think what Teacher Xu said is a bit serious. No boys don't fight." Xifu smiled and made a reconcile. Although she didn't understand the other party's thoughts, the environment she grew up in was full of revenge. Naturally, the fight between children is not as heavy as the other party's attention, let alone her own son.

Xifu ignored him anymore, took a tissue and gently wiped blood on his son's other child, with a gentle tone: "Xiaoyu, tell your mother why he made fun of you."

"It's not that your son said his father was Superman." The male teacher interrupted, "How could he teach children like this..."

The tissue was pinched into a ball in the palm of his hand. The gentle woman frowned and turned to look at the man: "Teacher Xu, do you have children?"

“Well…No…at the moment…”

"Then shut your mouth. Since I'm here, let me ask, please ask me, and you can get another word." The moment Xifu raised his tone, he held the teacher's thermos with his hand and then took it away.

Teacher Xu stared at the five fingerprints on the body of Gu, and was stunned.

After leaving his heart, Xifu turned around, and a man wearing a plaid shirt, shorts, and a beard on his mouth walked into the door. The slap wood was dragged on the ground and rang to the ground. The little boy who had not spoken there cried out and ran over and hugged the man.

"My son was bleeding, how can I solve this problem?" The man only glanced at a ball of tissue stuffed on his son's nose, sat on the desk, and pointed at Xifu: "You are the parent of the little boy who hit people, right? Come on, let's talk about how to solve the problem next!"

Xifu looked at the man and frowned, "My son beat the person first. As a mother, I apologize to you. It would be fine if I paid the treatment fee, but after all, it was two children fighting because of a quarrel, which is normal. I hope that as a parent, I will lower my aggressive attitude."

"It seems that you are a teacher, and you speak in a very organized manner. OK, let's forget about this." The man jumped off the table, looked at Xiaoyu for a moment and pulled his child out.

Outside the house, he took out his phone: "Hey, Brother Sen... the goods you are looking for are in place... Don't worry... I guarantee that there is no background... Yes... It's good... It's still an old place."

He took the phone and looked at the office behind him, patted his son's head and left.

Soon, outside the office, Xiaoyu, who was lowering his head, walked out with Xifu: "I'm sorry... Xiaoyu will not fight in the future."

Xifu squatted down and rubbed the other person's face, "Silly son, what if someone beats you, do you know that you have to hit you back? Your father is very powerful and never talks much."

"Is that dad still superman?"

"Yes, but have you forgotten what you promised to keep it secret that day?"

"I can't come out." Xiaoyu lowered his head and admitted his mistake. After a moment, he touched his gentle hand on the top of his head, "Okay, don't think about it, hurry back to class, this matter is over, do you know?"

Speaking of this, Xifu saw that the little man finally laughed and ran back to the classroom, shook his head, and returned to his office.

The sky is setting, and it is the last class. After Bai Xiaoyu finished listening absent-mindedly, he packed his schoolbag and sat in the classroom to wait for his mother to go home together. He was nine years old and looked quite handsome, but now he was frowning. Thinking about his mother's apologizing to others before, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Why did he make fun of me and ask my mother to apologize to them..." Xiaoyu pulled the red scarf around his neck and pulled it around in his hand, probably not convinced.

Outside the classroom, someone approached, and a thin figure stood at the door and was looking at him provocatively: "Bai Xiaoyu, do you dare to go out of school with me?"

"Just fight, you wait!"

Anyway, my mother hadn't come over yet, so it was not easy to deal with him. Bai Xiaoyu, who was already angry, threw her schoolbag in her seat and followed her.

However... when we arrived in an alley outside the school, there were several adults standing there. Realizing that it was not good, they quickly turned around and wanted to escape from the alley. As a result, they covered his mouth with one hand behind them. After a moment of struggle, their eyes darkened.

At school, Xifu, who had finished cleaning up, got off the upper floor. The corridor of the classroom was dark and there was no light. She shouted: "Xiaoyu is back home."

Then push the door and turn on the light. There is no one inside, only the schoolbag is still placed on the seat.

Turn around and run outside.

...

At the same time, Bai Ning sat in a dilapidated room with a gutter of dark water stains outside, emitting a foul smell. Opposite him was a wooden bed with a musty smell, a woman with a thin body and face that looked like a human lying on it, with a faint smell of shit and urine on her body.

"Dazhuang's child is in a bad life... Mr. Bai... you want to accept him as his disciple... My mother is also very happy... As long as he has a full meal... I'm very happy... I heard that... I have to accept gifts if I get to a disciple... If I... like anything at home... I just want to take it... I just want Dazhuang... I can ask the child to take a look at him more in the future... I teach him more... ahem..."

On the bed, in the dirty bedding, the weak woman said some broken words. In her eyes that had not been much color, she looked outside the door without blinking and sorting bottles and cans, and a mountain-like figure. She suddenly laughed on her face, and opened her mouth slightly and called out: "Da Zhuang... Come in."

"Hey, come on."

Her dark and rough face showed a silly smile, and she was holding two empty bottles in her hand. She buried her head and squeezed into the wooden door, shaking her big head: "Mom...you...you call Dazhuang...come here?"

"Kneel down and kowtow to... this gentleman..." The woman struggled to raise her head and moved her fingers.

"Oh well."

Without thinking, the burly and plump figure knelt down at the white suit sitting there, and his head hit the ground, making Bai Ning feel a slight vibration under his feet.

"Okay, since your surname is Jin, I will give you the name of the beginning, and be Jin Biao." Bai Ning touched the huge head, then wiped his hands, got up and walked over, and sat in front of the woman's bed, "Da Zhuang followed me, and would not let him be hungry, but would only be a good person."

The woman nodded with a smile, but said, "...Don't let him do bad things, he is straightforward... he can't tell the difference between good and bad things... he doesn't have good brains... don't let him do bad things..."

Bai Ning responded, turned around and walked outside, "Dazhuang, come with me."

Jin Biao, who was silly, blinked and looked at his mother on the bed, nodding: "Go, listen to Master from now on." The kneeling figure stood up, snatched his head and walked out ignorantly.

"Dazhuang, look at this stone..."

Bai Ning originally wanted to let him see how a large bluestone on the ground was broken, but as he was talking, his phone suddenly rang.

"My husband... the little fish is gone." Xifu's anxious voice sounded inside.

The blue veins bulged on Bai Ning's forehead one by one. The moment he put away his phone, he stepped on the big bluestone. With a slight slam, the stones broke into pieces, and a few of them smashed directly into the garbage dump, and various bottles and cans flew into the sky.

Dazhuang's eyes almost glared out, and saliva flowed to the corner of his mouth, and he sucked into his mouth.

"Take good care of your mother and come back another day." Bai Ning patted his dazed figure, his voice like a volcano sinking on the seabed, and his figure only left a afterimage in the next second.

Soon, it got dark.

The sky was full of stars, traffic flows intersected, and the sound of horns blinked across streets of all sizes, and colorful sign lights flashed to reflect the name of a bar.

The little man woke up in a daze and his consciousness gradually recovered, his vision was still pitch black and there was no light. He felt very hot on his body. He reached out to rub it, as if he was put in his pocket.

He could vaguely hear some rhythmic and strong-striking music, but he didn't know where he was and who took it away.
To be continued...