At eleven o'clock in the night, Bai Mo came alone to a roadside stall on a street away. There was a wonton stall here.
Yesterday evening, when Bai Mo and the other two drove by here, Zeng Hao was attracted by the aroma coming from the wonton stall, so he planned to treat Bai Mo to him and Sun Xiaokai for a late-night snack.
The task of the three people is to keep an eye on the surveillance in the community. They are not in the action group and can move relatively freely.
The wonton stall is not far from the Yihu Community in a straight line. From the wonton stall, you can see Buildings 6 to 10 of the Yihu Community, but it takes six or seven minutes to walk from the community to the wonton stall.
Even so, Bai Mo still carefully put on a mask and a cap, for fear of encountering Liang Nan who suddenly appeared.
Bai Mo's figure was already well-proportioned, and even wearing a mask and a peaked cap could not hide the aura he exuded. After he sat down, people at the two tables around him immediately cast curious looks.
It seems that these people have determined Bai Mo to be a starlet who deliberately hides his appearance.
Feeling the exploratory eyes of the people at the two tables around him, Bai Mo finally understood what Zeng Hao had just said in the car.
It is indeed easy to avoid being caught by surveillance cameras, but it is really difficult to avoid being noticed by pedestrians on the road.
"Boss, pack three wontons." Bai Mo shouted.
When Bai Mo looked away from the boss, he inadvertently noticed a little boy in the corner. The little boy was sitting alone at a small table. There was an open book on the small table, and next to the book was a pack of watercolor pens. .
Bai Mo was instantly interested in the little boy, not because he thought the little boy liked painting, but because Bai Mo had experienced a similar scene when he was a child - his parents were busy working outside, and Bai Mo was sitting in a restaurant painting by himself.
Bai Mo stood up and came behind the little boy.
Suddenly, Bai Mo's originally smiling mouth froze behind his mask.
The so-called book is a common drawing book. Each page is white paper, which is convenient for drawing at any time.
The album is open, and the two pages are spliced into a painting. This painting has only one tone.
black!
The little boy's watercolor pens seemed fine, but he only used black watercolor pens to draw.
He did not have any painting skills, and the characters he drew only had a few simple strokes. The circles represented the heads, and the circles were rough facial features. The body and limbs were just five lines. The way he distinguished the genders was the hair of the characters. The hair was long. For women, the short one is for men.
For Bai Mo, he can identify the emotions and content the painter wants to express through the content of the painting. Even as a child who is not good at painting, Bai Mo can still read a lot of content.
There are two people in the painting. The man is holding a block-shaped object in his hand, and the other hand is holding the woman against the wall, making a whipping motion.
With such a background, the facial features on the circle representing the head cannot be said to be rough.
Bai Mo felt the fear from the woman's face, and the cruelty and ferocity from the man's face.
From this point of view, it is easy to explain that the entire painting has only pure black tones. This is the world in the boy's eyes, a dark world.
The cases investigated by the police these days coincided with what happened to the boy, and Bai Mo naturally thought of the boy's family situation.
A trace of worry appeared in Bai Mo's eyes, and he asked softly: "Kid, are you seeing everything in the painting?"
The little boy slowly turned back to look at Bai Mo. His eyes were very pure, but they lacked the light that a child should have. He had no expression and just looked at Bai Mo indifferently.
Bai Mo wanted to ask more, but a man suddenly came next to him and said to the little boy, "Let's go, Lele!"
Bai Mo slowly looked at the man. The man was wearing a black suit. Judging from the fabric, the texture was average, and some of the workmanship details were quite rough.
Lele did not respond to the man, but took back the album and colored pens and stood up.
The man didn't pay attention to Bai Mo at all, and grabbed Torale's head with one hand, "Did your mother go play cards again?"
Lele still didn't say anything, and the man scolded: "That bitch, wait until she gets home and see how I deal with her."
With that said, the man pushed Lele and left the wonton stall.
During the whole process, the little boy never said a word and kept a dull expression. Bai Mo began to wonder if the little boy was autistic.
At around eleven o'clock in the night, my child was waiting for his father at the wonton stall outside. This was an unusual phenomenon.
The boss handed three bags of packaged wontons to Bai Mo, "24 yuan."
Seeing that Bai Mo didn't respond, the boss glanced at the father and son in the distance and snorted coldly, "Reincarnation is the most important thing these days. It's pitiful that Lele is such a young child, but he has a pair of parents who are not human beings."
Bai Mo took out his mobile phone to pay and asked casually, "Does the boss know about their family's affairs?"
The boss cursed a few more times and pointed to a few buildings not far away, "I live in the same community as them. That bitch's name is Chen Jian, and his son's name is Chen Lele. Both Chen Jian and his wife are not good people. !
Chen Jian worked outside, while his wife took care of the children at home. He forgot about Lele while playing cards more than once, leaving Lele to starve at home. Once, he even forgot Lele in the car in the underground parking lot. If the security hadn't found out, If you get there early, you might be suffocated. "
"Then Chen Jian looks fine, right?" Bai Mo took out a cigarette and handed it to the boss.
This is the way of socializing that Zeng Hao taught him. Although Bai Mo doesn't smoke, he always carries a pack of cigarettes with him.
Of course, the naive Bai Mo ignored one problem. Almost half of the cigarettes he brought with him were smoked by Zeng Hao. He still didn't realize that he had been cheated by Zeng Hao.
The boss took the cigarette and put it on, and smiled disdainfully, "Chen Jian prefers gambling, and he plays hard. It was Chen Jian who brought his wife's drug addiction. This bitch also often beats his wife. In the community, A lot of people know about this.”
"Then why didn't you call the police?" Bai Mo asked confused.
"Call the police?" The boss snorted again, "His wife has no job. If she divorces Chen Jian, who will provide her with gambling funds? The neighbors and the property management company in the community have called the police. When the police came to the door, his wife said that she fell Yes, he will not admit to being beaten until his death."
Bai Mo's eyes widened in disbelief and he couldn't help but muttered, "Is there such a person in the world?"
"Isn't that right? One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. What can you do?" The boss suddenly sighed, "I just feel sorry for Lele. Everyone can see that there is something wrong with Lele, but no one can help him. I can only If you can let Lele come to my place for a bowl of wontons, at least he won't be hungry."
Bai Mo looked towards the direction where the two people left, and happened to see them turning into the gate of the community.
An impulse came to him, he wanted to help this child!
