Can You Hear It?

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The most terrifying thing is not ignorance, but a partial knowledge but not knowing it; what is even more frightening is the prejudice caused by these partial knowledge but not knowing it... Today the master told me that there is a case that I need to deal with. It does not involve a murder case, it is just a simple theft case. However, the master told me that the suspect is special, so he specially asked me to go there. When I came to the interrogation room, the man sitting on the chair raised his head when he heard the sound, and I felt surprised. This guy had just left the detention center for two months, how could he come back so soon? I sat opposite him, pushed the hot water I just received in front of him, and asked, "Can you tell me why?" The man had a wry smile on his face, his eyes were full of helplessness, but he still told everything he had experienced these days. After listening to his story, I realized that some people's prejudices can be so helpless. The man and I met for the first time two months ago. At that time, I was also in charge of hearing the man's case. In fact, the man's case is very simple, and he even has great advantages. The story of the case is very simple. When the man was passing through an alleyway, he heard a call inside, so he went in and took a look. He found out that it was a gangster who wanted to rape a female student, so he took action to organize it. However, the man was stronger and beat the gangster seriously. The gangster's family members never let go of the matter after being caught. Even though there was a connection that he was brave, the man was inevitably taken back to the detention center. Fortunately, the victim did not choose to evade the problem, but came to the detention center and told everything that happened. Combined with the evidence collected, it confirmed the gangster's adultery behavior. The man was only kept for one night and then went back. However, before the man was released from the detention center, he was arrested by the same gang. A woman in the village saw it. This woman had "seen the world" before. She had seen the police arrest people and send them to jail several times. When she saw the man appearing in the detention center, she thought that the man had committed something and was locked up. In addition, the man had been working for many years and had not returned to his hometown for a long time, which made her even more firm in her speculation. When the man returned to the village, he found that the people in the village looked at him strangely, with a sense of scrutiny and disgust. Some families with children did not allow children to appear around him. The man didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was because he hadn't been back for a long time and everyone didn't recognize him for a while, thinking he was a stranger. But as the relatives he visited closed their doors and refused to visit, the man realized that something was wrong. So, after the man inquired to no avail, he found his faxiao in a neighboring village. Faxiao believed in the man's character and told everything he knew. After the man listened, he didn't know what to say. After saying goodbye to Fa Xiao and returning to the village, the man began to explain his whereabouts in the past few years, hoping to clear his name. However, once prejudice is formed in people's hearts, it requires unimaginable costs to eliminate it. The man also went to the local police station for help, but I no longer worked here at that time. It was the local comrades who went to the village to tell the story of the man. However, once the comrades left, the people in the village behaved the same way. The man finally had no choice but to pretend that he was a thief and surrender. I turned over the documents in my hand and was a little speechless, so I handed over the man's things first. As for the subsequent processing, I could only do my best... {"TopicId":"950079536229122048","TopicName":"Santa Claus is missing"}

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"It's weird, really weird." "It's weird anyway." "It's weird beyond words." He looked at the river flowing under the bridge and started chattering like this. There were weeds floating on the river in the distance, and there seemed to be red flowers growing on them. Because it was too far away, I took a casual look. There is a small high ground under the bridge. I heard from others that it is a good place to hide and no one will find it. The boy talking in front of me is my childhood friend, a guy with explosively messy hair. His name is Aze. I have in my hand the practical assignment I planned to do during this summer vacation - "Animals and Plants Living in Summer", so I am constantly rummaging through things in my backpack. It is summer now, the weather is hot and dry, the cicadas are chirping endlessly outside, and Aze is also chattering endlessly at this time. "Ah! You are so annoying! Can you be quiet a little bit? You can also scream when the cicada screams!" I yelled at Aze, who was really irritated. I thought that my attitude would make Aze, a thirteen-year-old boy like me, angry, causing my plan to do homework today to come to nothing. From now on, I might never have the face to talk to him again... "Fang Ming? Do you hate cicadas?" Not only was Aze not angry, he also called my name in a friendly manner, and my random thoughts were instantly interrupted by his words. "I must be annoyed, they keep chirping when summer comes. Originally, the hot weather is very annoying, but when they scream here, it is really annoying! "Can this not be annoying?" Aze smiled, "It is true, Fang Ming, what you said is right. Do you know why the cicada screams? Is it so irritating? " "Of course I know! It's for courtship! Who told them to vibrate their wings and make sounds to woo and give birth to offspring? It's written in the encyclopedia! "Well... I don't think so." Aze pretended to be smart. "What do you think is needed here?" I couldn't help but want to laugh. It's clearly written in the book, but what does a thirteen-year-old kid think? "Humans are inherently emotional animals. They feel nature and then express their feelings. It turns out that you are a little too rigid to realize the beauty of the world." "Why am I rigid? Really, I just follow what is written in the book. But you think about some useless things all day long. Be careful, your aunt will scold you if you fail the exam at the beginning of school." I was a little unhappy holding my schoolbag. "Books are written by people, and everyone can understand what they need to know. My mother, like you, Fang Ming, is too rigid. Compared to rational minds and processing methods, the more interesting things in the world here are the thoughts of a group of emotional authors, isn't it?" Aze seemed very excited, "There are many books that express the emotions and thoughts of the authors. They write boldly in the books in order to express them to the world. They don't need someone to really understand them, what they really need is approval. What they want is Expressing "We existed" in this world. The same goes for those cicadas. They emerge from the soil to enjoy the only summer in their lives. No, this is their whole life. They want to tell everyone as much as possible, "I existed, I lived." "It's the same for the writer and Xia Chan, and it's the same for everyone in the world. They work hard to make noises in the world, isn't it proof of being alive?" I just thought that Aze was talking nonsense, let him talk to himself. What I am most worried about now is my practical homework. Aze and I came to the fence on the bridge together. At this time, due to the hot weather, no one had come for almost a week. If it weren't for my practical homework, I wouldn't have come out during this time. I dug out my pen in my bag and prepared to start my homework, so I didn't even bother to talk to Aze. Aze, who was so lively just now, looked at me nervously, as if waiting for me to answer him. "I see you are nervous, what's wrong?" A Ze smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to watch you do your homework." I pouted after listening and stopped asking him any more questions. I took out my pen and scratched twice in front of my notebook. When I saw that the scratches on the notebook were uneven in color, I realized that there was almost no water left. "Aze, I remember you brought out a pen. My pen is out of water. Lend me yours." "I came out without a pen." "No? I clearly remember you brought out a pen in a red package. Don't lie to me, you know I hate lying." I remember Aze stuffed the pen into his pocket, why did he say he didn't bring it? "You must have remembered it wrong." Aze stood up and patted the dirt behind his butt. "Since there is no pen outside, I know you are annoyed. Let's go back." "Huh? We obviously just came out not long ago, so we are talking about my work. Ye... Oh, forget it." "Let's go, I found a delicious ice cream. I'll take you to try it when I get back." "Okay." I put the things back in my bag, then stood up and patted the soil, and then followed Aze down the bridge. Not long after we left the bridge, we saw a man in black clothes and sunglasses walking towards us. I was thinking that this man is not too hot, and then I noticed that he was holding a red-wrapped pen in his hand. The person coming towards me seemed to have looked at me. "Hurry up! It's so hot. The ice cream we promised is still waiting for us!" Aze took my hand and looked eager to go home. His abnormality made me very concerned. In my opinion, Aze is very strange, but I think to outsiders, he is just a willful thirteen-year-old boy. To outsiders, I am also a thirteen-year-old boy. I then stopped paying attention to the guy in black and complained to Aze that it was too hot and asked him not to hold me. When we got home, we enjoyed the ice cream that Aze mentioned. How should I put it, the taste is very ordinary, luckily I was still looking forward to it. When I was eating ice cream, I suddenly thought of Aze's nonsense by the bridge. I looked at the ice cream that I took a big bite of, thinking to myself, will this ice cream also prove that it existed? When I came back to my senses, I realized how ridiculous my idea was. How can ice cream prove its existence by itself? It can only let me prove that it exists in my stomach. Not long after dinner, I received a call from Aze. "Aze? Do you have anything else?" "Fang Ming, do you know?" "Know what?" "Actually, I didn't lose my pen." "Then you said you lost it, what do you mean? Do you just don't want me to write my practical homework?" "No, Fang Ming, listen to me. Didn't I keep telling you about the cicada? I was so excited that I dropped the pen off the bridge." "Then why would you just say it fell? Why did you lie to me?" "After I finished speaking, you didn't pay attention to me, so I went there by myself. I looked under the bridge... I found my pen stuck on the guardrail at the bottom of the bridge. I also found..." "What else did you find?" "There was a girl's body lying on the small plateau under the bridge!" "What!" "There was no pen there at that time. Katai accidentally dropped it again and hit her arm, and then I saw another big hand picking up my pen..." "Aze, you mean that the murderer of the girl is... It's really scary." I couldn't help but think of the man wearing sunglasses who passed us by. Then Aze and I told our parents about these things, and our parents took us to the bottom of the bridge with some doubts. We came to the small high ground under the bridge, but there was no girl's body there. I did suspect that Aze had deceived me, but my father found a small piece of brand new red rag near the high ground. The adults also went downstream along the river to search. Aze and I can only stay with our mothers and cannot go with our fathers. "So that's it..." Aze sighed as he looked at the red rag. "What are you thinking about?" I looked at him doubtfully. "I was always wondering about the red thing in the distance of the river, but I always wondered what it was. So that's what happened. This girl has also proved that she has existed in this world, hasn't she?" I listened to Aze's answer and thought about what happened today. It's really terrible. Not only the murderous man in sunglasses, but also Aze with this kind of thinking is too scary. After that, the father and the others finally discovered the girl's body. At that time, the girl's blue body was covered with a torn red dress. Her face was immersed in the lake water and her appearance could not be clearly seen. She was probably a little bloated. The cold lake water is like a pair of hands, holding the girl and floating in it. The annoying sound of cicadas is still noisy that night. What is the reason for such endless chatter? Could it be that it was just to prove that they existed, as Aze said? If this is really the case, existence is really meaningless.

So Du Guangbai died in the end?

I heard that the world is a grass-roots team,

Suddenly I clicked in and saw that the main character's name is the same as mine.