The little monster still looked at the old man with cold eyes, and sneered, "Bad old man, you don't need to yell at me. Now, you'd better be more obedient and follow me obediently, otherwise, I will be rude to you." After that, the little fleshy hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the old man's arm, and squeezed it hard, and he heard a click. The old man immediately felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, and immediately clutched his arm, sending out a pig-killing tragedy. call.

"Oh, my arm is broken. It hurts to death, it hurts to me."

"Huh, what are you talking about? If your arm is really broken, can your arm move?"

The old man stopped crying, raised the arm pinched by the little monster, turned it up and down, left and right, and found that the arm was able to move, and there should be no fractures. Of course, although the bones were not broken, but the pain remained, the old man hurriedly reached out and rubbed the sore spots.

"Little thing, what are you doing? You are not going to pinch my arm?"

After the old man finished speaking, he clutched his arms, and there was another ouch.

The little monster snorted coldly, "I said, you'd better be obedient, otherwise I'm really rude, just a small warning. I have a bad temper, I hope you don't mess with me."

"Little friend, you are really hard for you. I am really inconvenienced when people are reunited with a family. Why do I get caught in this old man? Didn't it mess up the good reunion atmosphere of others?"

"Huh, is their family reuniting? You know, I tore off the talisman on the forehead of the corpse to let him tell the truth."

The old man snorted coldly, "Oh? My child, you are young and immature, so I won’t talk about you. You should have seen the corpse carefully. A heavy object was thrown out of the corpse’s forehead. The hole comes, and the body is found, and then sent to the morgue. During the period, how many brains flowed out of that hole, and since he didn’t have much brains left, you still expect such a brain to recall the situation at the time of the crime. Is it? In my opinion, you are simply dreaming."

The little monster was robbed by the old man, and choked into speechlessness. Naturally, the old man's mouth was overwhelmed by the alcohol, and he just said happily. He didn't pay attention to the little monster's pink face, which had already become pig liver-colored with anger.

"Old thing, you actually said that I am immature? Huh? You are so bold. I think you really don't want your arm, right?"

The little monster grabbed the old man’s arm again and planned to squeeze it down again. The old man suffered a loss just now and knew that he couldn’t bear the pain, so he quickly pleaded, "Little friend, don’t pinch me. My old man has brittle bones. The bones are weakened. They are not stronger and more elastic than your young bones. My old bones are crunchy and crunchy. When you squeeze them, they break. Kid, please forgive me."

The little monster let go with a cold snort as he watched the old man talk with tears.

"Old man, pay attention to your wording. If you dare to talk nonsense again, see if I don't fold your arm first, and then twist your head. If you break your arm, it's still light. I have to kill your dog. "

"Oh, I know. Thank you kid for your life, I won't talk too much."

The old man stood up embarrassed.

"Bad old man, let me ask you, do you think that even if it is the son of that ugly aunt, he cannot know the truth of the case?"

The old man coughed and coughed, "Well, I can't say that, I just think, this human memory is stored in the brain, but now, there is such a big hole in his son's forehead, and this corpse It was a lot of toss, bumping all the way, there was not much brains left. If there is not much brains left, where are the memories in his brain stored? Wish it exist in the empty brain?"

After listening to the little monster, his face became extremely gloomy.

"That means that her son may not remember anything. Doesn't anyone know the truth?"

The old man coughed and coughed, "Actually, they are all dead, the truth or something, it really has nothing to do with me. Kid, really, the truth has nothing to do with you, this mess, I advise you to leave it alone."

"Then you helped them analyze for a long time before, isn't it too hypocritical?"

"That's not hypocrisy, anyway, the night is long, there is always something to do to kill the time, otherwise, it would be too boring."

"Oh? I see. Your adult world is really complicated. It turns out that your enthusiastic analysis just now was just passing boring time."

"Yes. I think I have done my best to help them. As for whether my explanations are reasonable or not, it really doesn't matter, but I personally think that at least those explanations are not logically faulty."

The little monster laughed, "Just your explanation of the serial killer?"

"Yes, it made you laugh. Actually, the explanation I just gave was just to draw a glimpse of your wonderful reasoning. Only you, a smart child, can give such a complicated case and make a reasonable one. Explanation."

Of course, the old man said this against his will. He put a high hat on the little monster again to let the little monster put his guard down. The little monster didn’t know the old man’s wickedness, and thought that the old man really praised it, so happy from ear to ear. . However, the little monster is still at a loss as to how to explain the complicated case.

"Huh, old man, stop talking nonsense, and go out with me."

"No problem, we'll go wherever you say."

The old man accompanied the smiling face, followed the little monster, and walked out of the duty room. In his heart, the old man greeted the little monster's eighteenth generation one by one.

The situation outside is still the same as before. The ugly couple hugs their son, crying and kissing, talking endlessly. The father and son hug each other, which is not a big problem. The mother and son hug together, and the problem comes. Both mother and son had injuries on their heads. When they were excited, a small amount of brains spurted out from the wound. So, mother and son, you will chuckle for a while, and I will chuckle for a while, making the iron bed a lot of brains.

The girl stood by her side, she was scared and silly.

The little monster walked up to the iron bed, vacated the ground, jumped onto the bed, reached out and patted the ugly girl's thick back, "Okay, don't cry. All be quiet and listen to me."

This family of three can be regarded as stopping crying. Where is the ugly woman willing to let go of her son, still grabbing his hand, choking endlessly.

The little monster coughed and coughed, "I want you to be clear about the fact that you are dead. Originally you were lying on the morgue bed, unable to move. I tore off your forehead talisman, you can moveable."

The ugly son looked at his parents, and then nodded blankly, "Well, I know about it, I'm dead early."