On the second day of morning self-study, the whole class was immersed in the two clozes given by the English teacher, and there was one vacant person in the fourth row from the left column of the classroom—Feng Bo did not come. Tang Junhe looked up, then clenched the pen in his hand and continued to check the answers on the test paper.

Before the first class, the English teacher was standing on the podium and lowered his head to sort out the test papers that had just been collected. The head teacher suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom, knocked on the door, and raised his voice and said, "Come out, Tang Junhe!"

Because he was prepared in his heart, Tang Junhe didn't look panicked. He closed the exercise book in his hand, stood up and walked out of the classroom.

"This is Tang Junhe," Qiu Li asked uneasily after the introduction, "Officer Liu, is the matter serious?"

"Still under investigation," the young policeman patted Tang Junhe on the shoulder, "Let's go, classmate Tang, we meet again, this time I'd better go back with us and take notes."

Not long after Tang Junhe left, a boy who came back from the bathroom walked into the classroom and looked back to the direction of the corridor frequently. As soon as he sat down, he said in a tone of shock, "What the **** is going on, Tang Junhe?" Jun He was taken away by the police?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves. As soon as he said this, the people around turned their heads and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?!"

"I don't know, I just saw the police take him away..."

"What's the situation? There won't be another murder case?"

"Hush, keep your voice down..." the boy said, subconsciously looking back at Yang Xuan. Unexpectedly, he met Yang Xuan's gaze looking at him, and he said with a sneer, "Brother Xuan..."

Yang Xuan beckoned to him, and he immediately got up knowingly and walked over.

"What happened outside?" Yang Xuan asked.

"I don't know either. When I went out, I saw the head teacher bringing the police over. When I came back, the police had already taken Tang Junhe away...Brother Xuan, what happened?"

Yang Xuan frowned and said, "I don't know."

After a few months, Tang Junhe sat in front of several policemen again.

"Feng Bo said that he took the cigarette case from you yesterday?" the policeman looked at him and asked.

"It's not taking," Tang Junhe clasped his hands on the table, and corrected, "It's stealing, he stole it from me."

"So you admit that the cigarette case is actually yours?"

Tang Junhe shook his head and said: "That cigarette case belongs to him. On New Year's Day, he took out that pack of cigarettes in KTV and tried to lure me to inhale them, but was stopped by my brother Yang Xuan. Then I took it out of the trash can I dug out the cigarette case and wanted to use it as evidence later." He looked up at the policeman, "So, Uncle Policeman, I want to report the case."

The policewoman who lowered her head to take notes looked up at him in surprise.

Tang Junhe continued to ask: "Although it was not successful to lure minors to take drugs, it should be considered an attempted crime, right?"

"Wait," the policeman in charge of the interrogation realized that the rhythm was disrupted by the seemingly innocent boy in front of him, and couldn't help laughing, "Whose is the cigarette case? You said it belonged to Feng Bo, and Feng Bo said it belonged to you. "

"Didn't you ask why he stole that cigarette case from me?"

The policeman knocked on the table with a pen: "Don't ask back, just tell me."

"It was because I wanted to use the cigarette case as evidence to report the crime yesterday, and he stole the case from me because he was afraid that things would be exposed. This process should be recorded by the classroom monitor, and Yin Cong, my deskmate, can also testify. "His voice was not loud, but he showed a kind of composure beyond appearance.

The policeman thought for a moment, nodded and asked, "Who was there on New Year's Day?"

"Yin Cong, Ying Hui...I don't remember the others either."

"Isn't there your brother Yang Xuan?"

Tang Junhe's expression changed slightly: "He is the one who stopped me..." He took out the few cigarettes from his pocket, spread his palms and put them in front of the policeman, "This is the cigarette at that time, it was my brother who picked it up. broken."

The third class of the science department was panicked, but within half a day, three or four people had already been taken away by the police. The person who came back after taking the transcript didn't seem to know why: "It seems to be related to the party on New Year's Day..."

Yin Cong was also uneasy at the moment, and said to Tang Junhe with some fear: "This is the first time I have taken notes, and I was so scared that I said a bad sentence... By the way, they asked me what you were doing in physical education that day." what."

Tang Junhe paused the pen in his hand, and turned his head to look at her.

"I said you were watching the game right next to me, and they asked me if I was not sure, I said of course I was sure, my deskmate asked me when I was coming, and the girls in Class 4 can all testify... oops , anyway, they asked detailed questions, how could I remember so clearly."

"Why did they ask you about the situation on New Year's Eve?"

"Let me just talk about the situation at that time," Yin Cong always talked a lot, and when Tang Junhe asked, she poured out all the words in her stomach, "I said that at that time, everyone played the king and the king together, you The punishment I received from Yang Xuan was that Yang Xuan taught you to smoke... They also asked about the details, who suggested the game, who dealt the cards, who thought of the punishment..." Yin Cong said, lying on the table and suffering Face said, "I'm so scared that my legs are still weak now, I'm afraid I may say the wrong thing."

Tang Junhe nodded after listening, and said: "It's okay, don't be afraid." Then he continued to bow his head to do the questions.

Hearing what he said, Yin Cong raised his upper body from the table, leaned over and asked in disbelief, "At the same table, were you comforting me just now?"

Tang Junhe let out a "hmm".

"You can comfort people..." Yin Cong was talking, when she saw Yang Xuan walking in from outside the classroom, she just wanted to remind Tang Junhe in a low voice, "Yang Xuan has been..." Before she finished speaking, she was caught by Yang Xuan's face. The gloomy look frightened him.

Sensing Yang Xuan approaching, Tang Junhe stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at him. Yang Xuan stopped by his desk and looked down at him. From this angle, his younger brother's slightly hanging eyes look round and round, like a pair of black agate without any impurities. The small and sharp jaw makes him look younger than his actual age. If there are any words to describe his appearance, it should be pure, innocent, beautiful, and sometimes he looks a little silly in front of him... Yang Xuan suddenly realized what a deceptive face his younger brother has. , Not only confused Tang Xiaonian, but also confused himself.

"Come out." Yang Xuan reached out and knocked on Tang Junhe's desk, then turned and walked out of the classroom.

"What's the matter?" Yin Cong was frightened for a moment, and asked Tang Junhe in a low voice.

Tang Junhe's face looked a little pale, he got up without saying a word, and walked out after Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan walked very fast, and Tang Junhe quickened his pace to keep up without any intention of slowing down to wait for him. He thought that his brother might beat him up, just like Zhou Lin did that evening, but he made up his mind that he would never fight back for a while, and he would never dodge.

But when Yang Xuan's hand stretched out, he still couldn't help but tilted his head. He had seen how fierce and decisive Yang Xuan's shots were when fighting, so even though he had done a good job of psychological training, he was still a little nervous when things came to an end. I was so scared that my eyelashes fluttered.

Unexpectedly, the hand Yang Xuan stretched out was not for beating him, but with a little strength, pinching his jaw and straightening it, forcing him to look at him: "Are you afraid of being beaten?"

Tang Junhe shook his head silently.

Yang Xuan looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get that cigarette case and that cigarette?"

Tang Junhe lowered his eyes and didn't look at him: "I picked it up from the trash can..."

"You tricked me into going to the bathroom, just to dig through the trash can, right?" Yang Xuan let go of his jaw, nodded and said, "It's a trick."

Tang Junhe looked at him, with some fear in his eyes: "Brother..." Seeing Yang Xuan turned and left, Tang Junhe chased after him in panic, took his hand and said, "Brother, I never thought of Revenge on you..."

Yang Xuan stopped and turned to look at him, and said coldly, "Release."

Seeing Yang Xuan looking at him like this, Tang Junhe withdrew his hand timidly. He stood still and looked at his brother's back, bit his lips, and held back the tears that were about to pour out.

Yang Xuan didn't come to class all afternoon. Tang Junhe was terrified. He was afraid that his brother would disappear like this. Will Yang Chengchuan tell him that Yang Xuan has gone abroad after he returns home? Yang Xuan has gone abroad and doesn't care about himself anymore, so what should he do? Tang Junhe pinched his fingers uneasily. The previous mentality of revenge against Feng Bo was completely replaced by fear at this moment, and disappeared completely. He was about to be tormented mad by the anxiety and fear in his heart.

The handed out test paper is right in front of his eyes, which is the mathematics he is best at, but he can’t read a single word. Those numbers, letters, equations, and graphs float meaninglessly in front of his eyes, and they are about to swallow him up like a flood of beasts.

He could finish the topic in ten minutes, but he didn't write a single word after one class. The classmate who came to collect the test papers gave him a surprised look. Seeing his pale face and painful expression, they thought he was sick, so they took away the test papers and walked away without saying anything.

"At the same table, what did you choose for this question?" Yin Cong pointed to his draft paper and asked Tang Junhe. When she turned her head and saw Tang Junhe's face whiter than paper, she was startled. He asked repeatedly, "Ah, my deskmate, what's the matter with you? Are you sick? Have a fever or have a stomachache?"

Tang Junhe shook his head weakly and lay down on the table.

This doubly tortured mood lasted until the end of school, when he suddenly regained his energy and straightened his waist. He thought of a solution! He can go to the police station and confess to the police, saying that he forged all of this, that the cigarette case is not Feng Bo's, but his own, and no one has induced him to inhale that cigarette. It's all made up by himself!

In this way, everything can go back, right? Yang Xuan won't ignore him, will he? Thinking of this, Tang Junhe couldn't sit still almost immediately, a trace of blood finally appeared on his pale face, before the school bell rang, he couldn't wait to grab his schoolbag and rush out of the classroom.

He grabbed his schoolbag and wanted to run towards the Public Security Bureau, but when he ran out of the school gate, his face showed some confusion. How could he go to the Public Security Bureau? Which bus do you take? A speeding taxi on the road reminded him that he could take a taxi! He ran eagerly towards the side of the road, but before he reached it, he was caught by a strong hand. The speed under his feet was too fast, and when he stopped suddenly, he almost fell backwards.

"Hey, be careful." It was Chen Xing who reached out to stop him, "Why are you running so fast?"

Tang Junhe was preoccupied with the matter of surrendering himself to the Public Security Bureau, and it took a few seconds to recognize the person in front of him as Chen Xing: "Uncle Chen..."

"Why did you run out before the school bell rang?" Chen Xing was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just said, "Thanks to my early arrival, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pick you up. Let's go."

"I, I still have something to do..." Tang Junhe was interrupted by Chen Xing before he finished speaking, "Don't even think about going anywhere today, your dad asked me to come pick you up, did you cause trouble again? Where's brother?"

"He's not here..." Tang Junhe wanted to wait for an opportunity to break free, but Chen Xing held his thin wrist tightly, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Chen Xing locked Tang Junhe's door, fastened his seat belt and said, "I'll call your brother and ask."

The car started slowly, Chen Xing held the steering wheel and stared ahead, and made a call with the earphone: "Xiaoxuan, where are you?...Oh, okay, then come back early, do you want me to pick you up?...Okay, Well, don't come back too late."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Tang Junhe immediately asked, "Where is my brother?"

"Going to one of his friends."

"He..." Tang Junhe hesitated, "Is he still in Runcheng?"

Chen Xing laughed when he heard the words: "Where else can I be if I'm not in Runcheng?"

Tang Junhe let out a long and thorough sigh of relief, which was constricted in his chest all afternoon, almost suffocating him to death.

"Then will he come back at night?" After a while, he came back to his senses and asked again.

"Come back," Chen Xing said with a smile, "You are really clinging to your brother, is your brother treating you well?"

Although Chen Xing turned his back to him, Tang Junhe nodded slowly and heavily, and said, "En."

Yang Chengchuan hasn't come back yet, Tang Xiaonian didn't seem to know what happened, she helped Tang Junhe take off his coat, looked at him and said, "You look so bad, are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Junhe shook his head and said, "No."

"I heard that the temperature is going to drop again these days, you are not allowed to reduce your clothes, do you hear me?" After Tang Xiaonian instructed, he patted his back and said, "Hurry up and go back to study."

Tang Junhe had no intention of studying, he put all his energy outside the door, waiting for the sound of Yang Xuan's footsteps. While waiting, the blood on his face gradually faded away. Every minute he waited, his face turned paler. Before half an hour had passed, his face turned pale. , Cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

The solution that he thought of before leaving school failed to be put into practice, so does Yang Xuan want to see himself again? Tang Junhe was restless, and he tried his best to search for other solutions in his mind.

As soon as the door lock outside rustled, he stood up reflexively. He heard the sound of pushing the door, and then a sound of footsteps. Those footsteps belonged to Yang Xuan, and he would never admit his mistake. He wandered around the house a little anxiously, he wanted to find Yang Xuan, but would Yang Xuan want to see him?

Immediately afterwards, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way. He immediately rushed to the drawer, frantically dug out his cell phone, and then went to the door and opened it. Tang Xiaonian was chatting with his aunt in the kitchen, he raised his hand and knocked on the door of Yang Xuan's room, not caring whether he would be discovered.

Boom, boom, the door didn't open.

Raise your hand again, thump, thump, the door is still not open.

Tang Junhe's heart sank to the bottom, he was extremely depressed, he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, and turned it down without any hope, but unexpectedly found that Yang Xuan had not locked the door.

Pushing open the door, Yang Xuan was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at his mobile phone, even though he heard the movement, he didn't look up.

"Brother..." Without Yang Xuan's permission, Tang Junhe could only close the door on his own initiative, he hesitated at every step, but finally walked up to Yang Xuan, "Brother, I have something to tell you ..."

Only then did Yang Xuan look up at him, and when he saw this, he was also taken aback. Tang Junhe's extremely bewildering face was as white as a thin layer of thin paper at the moment, his lips were also pale, and there was no trace of blood on the whole face, which made the two eyes look like ink dark. The hand holding the mobile phone was still trembling. At first glance, it looked like a patient recovering from a serious illness.

Yang Xuan's heart softened for a moment. He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled white smoke: "You tell me."

Where do I start... Tang Junhe opened his mouth a few times before finding the right beginning: "I tricked you into going to the bathroom that night, but I took the elevator upstairs and found those cigarettes in the trash can , I saw that cigarette case again, I took it out and put it in my pocket..."

"... During the half month you went to the United States, I went to the city that never sleeps in the middle of the night. A total of... four times in total, no one paid attention to me the first three times, and then I accidentally helped someone, and she said she could help me with the question I asked where I could buy that cigarette, and she asked me to leave her the phone. I was afraid of leaving traces, so I lied that I didn’t have a cell phone, and then asked her to give me the phone number…”

Tang Junhe said everything in detail, every detail was accompanied by a purpose, and he told Yang Xuan truthfully without any concealment.

"... Later, when I was in physical education class, I secretly took out Feng Bo's mobile phone while no one else was paying attention, and called that person. In order to leave evidence, I also used his mobile phone to send a text message at the appointed time and place. After sending the text message, I deleted the message, because I was afraid that Feng Bo would become suspicious after seeing it..."

"...After putting the phone back, I went to ask Yin Cong the time. In this way, even if Feng Bo said that he was playing golf and had no time to make a call, I could have enough evidence to prove that the call was not made by me..."

"...Letting Feng Bo steal the cigarette case was also deliberately arranged by me, because I thought that even if other evidences were not established, he would not be able to explain why he stole the cigarette case from me... In this way, those who lure minors to take drugs He can't get away with the crime..."

Although he had asked someone to inquire about the matter from the police station in the afternoon, after hearing Tang Junhe's detailed statement about the crime, Yang Xuan didn't know how to react for a while, he just felt a little absurd. Go to that nightclub in the name of KTV in the middle of the night? Willing to make an alibi? It turned out that his younger brother was not only able to run to his room without telling his mother Tang Xiaonian, but also did so many unexpected things behind his own brother's back. He smoked in silence, finished one and lit another.

"Brother, I'm done talking, I really didn't want to involve you in it." Tang Junhe's eyes were flushed, tears were about to overflow, but he tried not to let himself cry.

Sure enough, it's not the little crying bag who always followed him when he was a child. Yang Xuan flicked the cigarette ash and said in a hoarse voice, "Go back to the house first."

This time, Tang Junhe didn't obey and turned back. He sniffed, and handed the mobile phone he had been holding to Yang Xuan with both hands, his hands trembling uncontrollably: "Brother, let me tell you what I just said. Those words are all recorded, you, you can take it to the police..."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan's heart was shaken, and his gaze was directed at Tang Junhe.

"I, I didn't hide anything, really," Tang Junhe said incoherently, "What I just said is all true, I swear... But brother," his voice and eyes clearly begged , "Can you just ignore me?"

The recording seconds on the screen were still beating rapidly. Yang Xuan took the phone with a frown and took a deep puff of cigarette. After a while, he shook his hand vigorously, only to hear a "bang" sound, and Tang Junhe was caught. The sound made my whole body tremble in fright, and then the mobile phone bounced hard from the wall and fell to the ground. The screen and back shell were smashed, and it rolled on the floor dying.

The author has something to say

Every step the younger brother did was basically explained by his words, and any loopholes are the author's fault... The bug mentioned by some readers is that the police can find sister Cai based on the drug dealer's confession, and then find the younger brother through the surveillance of the city that never sleeps. But I thought about it, this can only show that my younger brother has the contact information of the drug dealer, but it cannot prove that the call on Feng Bo's mobile phone was made by his younger brother... The police may deduce the middle process based on this, but there is no direct evidence that it must be What the younger brother did, so according to the principle of innocence, there shouldn't be too much problem with the younger brother.

Things in the text are generally avoided to be explained outside the text, but I feel that such details can be discussed. As an author, I can only say that it is as rigorous as possible, but after all, my ability is limited. It is too difficult for me to design a world-class problem such as a perfect crime. If there are other bugs, I may go back and revise the article slightly.