The first line of words, with dragons and phoenixes dancing, and iron paintings and silver hooks, is clearly written by a man; while the following paragraph is graceful and graceful, and must have been written by a woman.
As expected, it was the handwriting of Lei Xiaoluo's father Lei Sheng. The content was: Wife, son, when you see this paragraph, it means that I, Old Lei, have reported to Uncle Ma. This flute belongs to our Old Lei. My family's heirloom is said to be something very powerful, but I don't believe it. You don't have to believe it, just treat it as an antique. You can sell it to support your life when the time comes.
Lao Lei, I consider myself an upright person. I have never done anything against my conscience in my life, and I can be regarded as a competent policeman. But because of this, I have offended many people. If I die, don't be too sad. In the spirit of caring for your life, Regardless of the principle of death, you can live your life how you want. Lao Lei only has one request, that is, my son must always be named Lei. This cannot be changed. I will watch you and protect you from heaven!
The final signature: Lei Sheng, XX year XX month XX.
My father is a cheerful person, and he likes to joke when he has nothing to do. The so-called Uncle Ma is Marx, and even his final articles are a little bit informal.
It was time for Lei Sheng to die. Xiao Lei was only ten years old, but he still clearly remembered the day when his father died. There was only one month difference between the day above.
Could it be that my father had already calculated that he would be in danger before writing these words?
He didn't have time to think too much and continued to read what his mother left.
There were only a few words from the mother: Son, my mother found out that there was something fishy about your father's death. Although I was targeted by some people, my mother will definitely find out the truth. If something unexpected happens to me, you must live strong. .
Finally, there is the name and date of the mother, Sun Mei.
The fact that my father left this letter one month before his death is already imaginative, but the date my mother left the letter was actually the day of her death!
This shows that Lei Xiaoluo's mother, Sun Mei, had already encountered an accident on the day she wrote this paragraph.
What exactly is going on?
Could it be that they were all murdered? Lei Xiaoluo was puzzled. He carefully recalled the memories of his mother before her death, and found nothing wrong with her in those days.
In Lei Xiaoluo's memory, his father died in the line of duty and was named a police hero. He clearly remembered that on the day of the memorial service, almost all the police officers in the city were present, and the scene was very grand.
The cause of my mother's death was relatively ordinary. She was involved in a car accident on her way to work and was knocked down on the road by a truck that ran a red light. She was already dead before the ambulance arrived.
And the truck driver was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for causing death due to violation of traffic regulations, and he is still squatting in prison.
Although Xiaomeng didn't know these past events of the Lei family, she still saw some clues from the words. She said softly: "Brother Xiaolei, I believe you will find out these things!"
Lei Xiaoluo nodded. To be honest, he had no clue at all.
If he hadn't seen these things, he wouldn't have thought of his parents' death. It might be a conspiracy.
He threw the flute aside, but the paper with his parents' handwriting on it was carefully folded and placed close to him.
Xiaomeng picked up the flute, waved it in front of him, and said, "What should we do next? We seem to have no money and the refrigerator is empty. How will we live in the future?"
Lei Xiaoluo restored his previous expression and hummed: "The kitchen was also blown up by you. I really want to take you to drink northwest wind together until my brother's salary is paid! I'm just afraid of the aunts in the community.
If you don't want to, if you say I mistreat you, then sell this flute!"
"Are you willing to give it up?" Xiaomeng immediately held the flute in his arms and said, "This is what your parents left behind!"
"What's there to be reluctant to part with?" Lei Xiaoluo said angrily: "Those things in the kitchen that were blown up were all left behind by them!"
"Okay, I didn't say anything!" Xiaomeng raised his hands in surrender.
He grabbed the flute with his hand and squinted to see the patterns on it, but the patterns were too small and could not be seen clearly for his purpose.
"My damn dad is so crazy that he hid the flute in the bed board!" Lei Xiaoluo curled his lips and said, "Mom, too, even found out and didn't tell his good son! You guys stole it while you were in heaven.
Have fun, it’s a good thing your son is not a prodigal, and there is nothing missing from the family over the years, otherwise, there’s no telling who got this thing!”
After saying that, he did not forget to add: "Don't blame me. The things that were destroyed outside were not caused by my son! If you want to blame, just blame this dead girl who doesn't understand anything. She is the culprit!"
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"What did you say, bad guy?" Xiaomeng quit: "So what if it's me? I found out why you are so narrow-minded. You've already spanked others, and you're still biting them! Besides, I believe it.
My dead parents-in-law will not blame their future daughter-in-law. Who made their daughter-in-law so cute, beautiful, gentle, generous, and invincible..."
Plop!
Lei Xiaoluo, who had just walked into the living room, fell on his back and fell to the ground, thinking, Oh my god, please accept this narcissistic girl! Doesn’t she want to be my father and mother’s daughter-in-law? It’s just right, let me
She went up to serve them!
Lei Xiaoluo crawled towards the gate using his hands and feet, feeling as if he would never look back if he left here.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Xiaomeng chased after him and asked.
"While the antique shop is still closed, I'm going to sell the flute!" Lei Xiaoluo replied weakly.
"I'll go with you!" Xiaomeng stood behind the security door with his hands on his waist, as if I wouldn't let you go out if you don't let me go with you.
Lei Xiaoluo glanced at her and hummed: "What are you going to do? I'm going to buy a flute, not sell it to you. I'm just going to stay at home and pray that I can sell it for a good price. Maybe I'll buy you a bangbang when I'm happy.
Here’s some candy!”
"Even if you sell me together, I will follow you!" Xiaomeng pretended to be pitiful again and said: "It's boring to be alone at home. I was too bored just now, so I went into the kitchen and barged in.
Trouble. If you are not worried about me tearing down the house, don’t take me out!"
The front is just pretending to be pitiful, but the back is the threat of Hong Guoguo.
Brother, I have lost to you!
I must have had a brain convulsion last night, so I brought you home, and now I have no chance to return it, ya-ya!
"Why don't you go change your clothes!" Lei Xiaoluo said angrily: "Are you going to go out with me in tattered pajamas? Also, you are not allowed to wear yesterday's costume. For a person who is so determined, it is impossible for me to bring a costume with me.