Mad Dog

Chapter 3

But no one thought that the clues that solved the case would come from a little boy.

It's just...a couple of things.

They couldn't help but thank Jiang Qi even more. They almost regarded the boy as a savior.

But Jiang Qi was still unmoved and refused.

The little boy said the same thing: "Thank you uncle and auntie, no need."

Although the boy was small, he was very stubborn, and Zhi Minglin and Mei Ran gradually had to give up.

They vaguely felt that Jiang Qi was a little strange, but they couldn't say why.

Maybe a ten-year-old boy with small hands is a sign of years of hard work, with injuries on his body, he went to help his family early in the morning, and he could save a little girl in an orderly manner. It's...a bit strange from any point of view.

Besides, since Jiang Qi arrived at the police station, he has never called this little boy...it makes people feel lonely.

Mei Ran guessed that Jiang Qi's family conditions may be very bad, but the strangeness is that even if Jiang Qi's conditions are so obviously bad, the boy refuses their remuneration and help.

There is no other way, she can only warn Zhiqi earnestly to take care of and help some Jiang Qi in school, thinking that maybe only children can heal their hearts.

And this warning is in Zhiqi's arms.

Even if her mother didn't tell her, she subconsciously wanted to find Jiang Qi and pester him.

In school, Zhiqi volunteered to be the boy's little tail. She didn't care about Jiang Qi's indifference and the unknown reasons of her classmates, and she wanted to repay her kindness.

Unfortunately, Jiang Qi's popularity in the school was not very good, and soon Zhiqi found out that the surrounding classmates rejected him.

Theoretically, teenage elementary school students should not understand what is meant by 'grouping' and 'bullying'.

But since she met Jiang Qi, Zhiqi could hear classmates calling him the 'son of a murderer' everywhere.

Murderer...

The immature girl couldn't help shaking when she heard this word, her dark pupils were dyed with a mist-like confusion.

Even Cui Shuangshuang, who was playing with Zhiqi, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Qiqi, are you really with that Jiang Qi?" Are you going to play together?"

Cui Shuangshuang's immature eyes flashed a distinct trace of fear and contempt: "I heard from the boys in their class that he is the son of a murderer."

Children are mostly not as hypocritical and snobbish as adults, and at this age, most of the emotions they show are natural.

Like, fear, dislike, despise, etc...

But it is this 'subconscious' emotion that makes Zhiqi Shang's soft heart, who doesn't understand anything, feel a slight thorn, her white and tender bun face bulges, and her voice Crisp and tender: "Jiang Qi didn't kill anyone, why are you afraid of him? Don't play with him?"

The little girl who is very good in language can't help but feel that this is so unfair.

How can there be any 'fairness' in the world of children? The more innocent and pure, the more cruel the truth.

Cui Shuangshuang didn't seem to understand what Zhiqi was saying, she blinked and said of course: "Of course the son of the murderer will kill, everyone is saying that. "

"You are talking nonsense!" For a moment, Zhiqi was like a milk cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her whole body was blown up: "Jiang Qi can't kill people, he can save people, he is a good person !"

After speaking, Zhiqi ignored Cui Shuangshuang's stunned face, picked up her schoolbag and ran away with her short legs.

This is the first time after school, she did not wait for Cui Shuangshuang to leave school together.

The little girl was very depressed and wanted to cry inexplicably.

It was not until many years later that Zhiqi understood how she felt at the time, which was called 'distressed'.

She felt distressed that Jiang Qiming did nothing, obviously a good person who saved people, but he was born with a heavy shackle because of his original family.

And Jiang Qi had to keep working hard to break free from this unbearable shackle.

Because a man can be destroyed, but not defeated.