The cooing sound of the night owl tears the silence of the night like a devil's spell, and the indistinct shadow of the tree is like a death guard standing on the mountainside, guarding this world of the dead.

A little bit of starlight shattered, and a misty silvery white appeared on a lone grave.

The poppy knelt in front of the grave, his hands were tied behind his back with transparent glue, the braids on his head were scattered, the wind was blowing from behind, and the scattered hair covered his forehead and half of his face.

Even at night, she knew where she was. She knows every tree, every grass, every piece of mud here, and she is familiar with the unique smell of the air here, with the fragrance and love of the earth, just like the smell of mother and father.

When my mother was still alive, she often brought her here, saying that her father was buried here. At that time, she thought her father was a bad person.

Later, my mother also buried it, just beside my father. She felt that it was her father who took away her mother. She used to hate dad.

Now, she knows that Dad is a good person and a hero!

She understood a truth-the quality of people is not as simple as the legend or on the surface. Just like the person standing in front of her now, who would believe that he is a bad person if he only looks at that gentle appearance?

"Is it here? I didn't go the wrong way. This is the grave of your badass dad, right?" Muka spoke in a gentle manner.

"My dad is a policeman and a hero!" Poppies said loudly.

Muka chuckled. The laughter echoed in the dark forest, intertwined with the cry of night owl, like a ghost cry.

"Hero? Hahaha..."

Muka laughed harder and harder, and tears came out of her smile. He smiled and took off his eyes, breathed out, wiped it with a handkerchief, then put it on again, squatted down, attached to the beauty's ear and said, "They lied to you."

"No!" said the beauty, "Daddy won't lie to me! Aoki won't lie to me!"

Muka said, "Your father is a smoker and a poisonous scorpion!"

"No! My father is a policeman!" Yu Poppies called.

"Okay, it's the policeman," Muka said, "but there are bad people in the police! Your father is a bad policeman."

Poppies shook his head and said stubbornly: "My father is a good person."

Muka asked: "What kind of talent is a bad guy?"

The poppy bit her lip and said, "You are the bad guy."

"How do you know that I am a bad guy? Did I bring you here because I arrested you?" Muka asked with a serious face, "If I were a bad guy, I would have killed you a long time ago. But I I won’t do this, because you are not the same as your father. You are a good person."

"I'm a good person too." Muka wiped off the spider dust that fell on his white clothes and continued, "I don't smoke or take drugs; I studied hard since I was a child and got excellent grades. Later, I was admitted to the Imperial College of Technology and got a Ph.D. Degree; I gave up the opportunity to work in the best laboratory in Europe and went back to the countryside to help people in my hometown get rid of poverty and become rich. How could a person like me be a bad person?"

Poppies don't know how to answer. The gentle man in front of him seemed to be right, but she believed that he was a bad person.

"Well, it looks like you are still young, and you don't know much about some things. Then let's analyze the same, what kind of talent is a bad person."

Muka squatted in front of the poppies and looked at her face, like two elementary school students discussing issues together.

"Are the drug dealers considered bad guys?"

Poppies thought for a while, and finally nodded.

Muka asked again: "Is the person who killed his brother a bad person?"

Poppies nodded again.

"Isn't the person who not only takes drugs by himself, but also encourages people around him to take drugs?"

Poppies nodded again.

Muka smiled with satisfaction: "Your father has done all these things. He is a big smoker and can't stand it without smoking for a day. He bought big cigarettes from Masuba and sold them to Mandian. Otherwise, you think that Mangdian Why do people here in Dian call him a poisonous scorpion?"

"I have an older brother named Mu Kuo. At that time, your father worked for my brother. After gaining the trust of my brother, he betrayed him and let the police beat him to death. Then he took over my brother’s business by himself and became numb. Brother Yanma from Suba."

"Your father not only smokes himself, he also forces people around him to smoke big cigarettes. Many people in Mandian became addicted to cigarettes because of him. There is your mother in it. Your mother died because of it, didn't you? "

"Do you still think your father is a good person?"

Muka's words hit the poppy's heart wave after wave like the shock wave of a bomb.

The starlight suddenly lit up, and the flowers in the graveyard were blooming. She saw her mother lying in the flowers, without a trace of blood on her face that was thin because of smoking.

The beauty's tears flowed down, choked and said: "Daddy won't lie to me! Aoki will not lie to me! Mom won't lie to me! Dad is a good man, a policeman, and a hero!"

Muka gave a "Huh" and seemed a little surprised: "Someone in your consciousness has actually strengthened your impression of your father!"

He looked up at the shadow of the mountain to the north, and the sound of a car driving across the mountain road was faintly heard in the distance.

"Oh, did you come so soon?"

Muka snorted softly, took out a small book from his backpack placed on the ground, used his mobile phone to illuminate it, and quickly wrote a few words on it with a pen, then tore the paper off and placed it on the raised grave. On the bag, another stone was pressed on the paper.

After finishing this, he took out a piece of white flour-like thing from the bag, put it in his hand and kneaded it into a dough.

"Do you know what this is called?" Muka put the dough on the grave. "This is called C4 explosive."

He took out a small yellow tube the size of a syringe and said, "This is called a detonator."

Muka put the detonator under the dough and pulled out a long slender thread, completely invisible in the dark, as if it were invisible.

"Your big daddy is too smart, he will definitely think that I will bring you here." Muka pulled the string to the tree next to him, "He will come in a while, as long as he touches this string, the detonator will It will explode, the detonator will explode, and it will cause the c4 to explode. Then there will be -'Boom!' - your dad and the dad in your grave will be blown into the sky together!"

He finished pulling the thread and stood up and clapped his hands, "Well, you will learn this when you take chemistry class in the future. But..." He turned his head and looked at the poppy, with infinite sympathy and pity in his eyes, "You It seems that there is no chance to go to school anymore."

At this time a tall man with long hair came ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said to Muka: "It's all set up."

Muka nodded and said, "Let's go."

The long-haired man came and picked up the beauty on his shoulders and walked out of the grave.

They entered the forest from the mountain trail behind the dam of the dam, and walked deep and shallow in the darkness. The dense thorns cut across the beauty's arms and face, hot and painful.

After a while, a fire suddenly lit up in the direction of Yuziba, and then, a loud bang broke the tranquility of the night, and at the same time it slammed into the beauty's chest like a huge boulder, shattering her hope.

"Daddy!..." she yelled, her eyes full of tears.

Muka, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around and said, "Little girl, do you know why you see the flash first and then hear the explosion?" He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, like a middle school Teacher, "Because the speed of light is faster than sound."

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