Ma Houde passed so tissues to Shen ihuan, and then he looked at Gu Feng who was apparently calm, "Hello, Mr. Gu, I am Ma Houde. Would you mind if I asked you so questions?"
"Of course not." Gu Feng took a deep breath and barely answered.
Ma Houde nodded, "When was the last ti you saw Gu Jiajie?"
Gu Feng thought for a mont, and hoarsely said, "Last night, about half past eleven. I chatted with him before I went to bed, but..."
"Does you son have any enemies or acted abnormally recently?" Ma Houde ignored his expression and continued.
Gu Feng shook his head, "My son is very sensible. He never causes troubles and is very filial... Recently, there’s nothing unusual."
"Did you give a cell phone to your son?" Ma Houde went on.
"Yes, I have." Gu Feng said, "The latest-version mobile phone. It was a sumr vacation gift for his good results last sester. I went to buy it with him!"
"Well... Mr. Gu, we are not sure about the cause of death of your son." Ma Houde slowly said, "But I want to take your son’s cell phone back and check your son’s room. What’s more, forensics may dissect the body of your son, I hope you can cooperate."
"What? Dissect my son’s body?" Shen rihuan sadly cried, "My son is gone, how can you do this?"
Ma Houde said, "Miss, don’t you want to know why your son died?"
Shen huan had no idea, but could only cry on her husband’s chest. Ma Houde shook his head, knowing there was nothing useful to get from the couple.
He irritably walked away and lit up a cigarette, waiting for the witness--- And at this ti a figure ca into his sight.
A slightly thin figure with a hat was moving away from the crowd. Ma Houde subconsciously wanted to catch him up, but a police officer’s voice stopped him.
"Officer Ma, the witness is coming!"
"Oh... OK, one second."
The figure disappeared at the mont and in front of Ma House, there appeared lots of onlookers. Officer Ma dissatisfiedly said, "You! I told you to disperse the onlookers, what did you do!"
...
"Two stead buns, one having here and the other is for taking away."
"All right!"
The boss of the bun house who was making dough briefly answered but he imdiately smiled when he looked up, "Luo Qiu! It’s you, it has been a while! Please co in and take a seat!"
"Go ahead."
This Mr. Chen had taken over the bun house for so ti since his parents left. Luo Qiu smiled when he saw Mr. Chen’s practiced gesture and went into the bun house.
There were more custors than before.
"I haven’t seen you for a long ti, why did you co back today?" The son put a towel on his shoulder, wiping the sweat, and sitting in front of Luo Qiu.
"I just ca back to clean the old house," said Luo Qiu, "How are you doing recently?"
"Well!" The son said with smile, "Sa old sa old. But more comfortable than before."
The son made a cup of tea and slowly said, "People are reluctant to accept a new life but if they try, the new life is not bad."
He looked at this old neighborhood and laughed, "I’ve understood many things recently. I think there must be so reason for my dad’s insistence."
The eyes of the son gradually beca tender. The buns were full of human kindness, so was his smile.
"It tastes good." Luo Qiu broke open a fresh bun and had a taste, before praising it.
The son smiled, "Great! I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. You know? You look like a old scary man when you are not laughing, and sotis you speak out appalling words, which are very serious!"
"..." Luo Qiu exhaled a breath and said nothing.
At this ti, a custor ca and whispered sothing in front of the bun house. Then the son glanced over, "The little girl ca again."
Luo Qiu turned his head and found a woman with a mask and a hat, "A little girl?"
"Young voice." The son nodded and said, "Should be a little girl. In the last two months, she has bought lots of buns almost every two days."
The son shrugged, "But she speaks little. Every ti, she justs pays the money and goes away. Oh, she left, but seems to be in a hurry this ti."
Yes, the little girl paid the money and left in a hurry with her head lowered. No one knew what she looked like.
"Boss, I’ll co back to get the buns." Luo Qiu suddenly stood up and said.
"Oh, OK!"
...
In an alley of the old town, the little girl who carried a big bag of buns now hid in the corner and cautiously looked back.
She was relieved, so she pat her chest and turn around. Then she took down her mask to sll the buns, smiling faintly.
"Slls good?"
"Yes!" The little girl answered without thinking, but soon she thought... ’Who asked this question’?
She suddenly turned over again and saw a mysterious man. She was so frightened that she couldn’t help giving a soft cry.
"Do I look that scary?" Luo Qiu looked at the little girl--- The butterfly monster, Luo Dance.
"No, no." The butterfly monster lowered her head, not daring to look at Boss Luo.
Luo Qiu laughed, "When did you change your food? You never ate buns before."
Luo Dance looked up, and blinked her eyes, "Not my food, it is for Little Black and the others."
"Little Black?"
"Yes!"
...
The so-called "Little Black and others" were a group of stray cats.
In an abandoned old house of this old town, the butterfly monster crouched down on the ground, breaking the buns and feed the holess cats.
Luo Qiu suddenly felt comfortable when he saw the butterfly’s smile as the cat licked her finger.
"Give a bun." He crouched down and softly said.
They two fed the cats together.
Boss Luo felt it was interesting that last ti she was the one he fed, and this ti, cats were the one fed.
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