Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

Chapter 191 Memory Recovery (Part )

On the first day of school, there was no late self-study in the third grade of junior high school. After school, the boys pack up their textbooks, homework, and new schedules that are full to the brim.

After sorting out his things, he silently put some things that didn't belong to him into another bag.

These are the relics of the girl at his desk.

——On the last day of summer vacation, she died in the hospital. The teacher received the news this morning and asked the boys to help bring all the things she had left at school to her mother.

When the boy put away his summer homework, he flipped through it. The handwriting on it is neat and neat, which shows how seriously it was written.

She is dead.

Thinking of this reality, the boy felt indescribably uncomfortable.

He had been exposed to news of other people's deaths before. He had seen funerals at the homes of unfamiliar neighbors in the community, heard from his parents about the death of distant relatives, and learned from the news where accidents occurred or where casualties occurred.

It seems mysterious, but it happens everywhere and all the time. In the eyes of teenagers and girls in the second stage of middle school, it is even a little cool.

But he didn't feel this way at all now. Only a heavy feeling filled his whole heart, because this was the first time that the familiar people around him, the people who smiled and spoke to him in his memory, died.

Seeing that his classmates were almost gone, the boys quickly picked up their things and left.

He and the girl next door happened to live in the neighborhood next door, and they would occasionally go home together after school. For this reason, the teacher thought he was in puppy love and asked him to talk... It was probably because of this that the teacher asked him to help deliver things.

The boy carried his things and quickly arrived at the community where the neighbor's desk lived.

It's not his first time here. This is an old-fashioned community. When it was built, it was not thought that private cars would roam the streets in the future, and no underground garage was built. As a result, many cars were parked next to the green belt and occupied the aisles.

It's really dangerous. If an accident occurs, it's difficult for ambulances and fire engines to arrive as soon as possible...

With this thought in mind, the boy entered the floor where the neighbor's house was.

This was his first time going upstairs. In the past, he usually sent people downstairs at most. He knocked unskillfully on the door, and while waiting for the door to open, he anxiously thought about how to comfort the other person.

The door didn't open.

The boy couldn't help but knock again. After waiting for a few more minutes, there was still no response.

Is it in the hospital? Or contact the funeral home to prepare for the funeral? She just died not long ago, so her parents must have a lot of things to deal with...

The boy sighed because he had run for nothing and planned to come back on the weekend. Just when he turned to leave, he accidentally glanced at the window next to the corridor and found a crowd of people gathered downstairs.

They all gathered in front of the building, all raising their heads and looking up at the sky, pointing with their fingers.

For some reason, the boy felt uneasy. It happened that someone walked downstairs quickly and passed behind him. He quickly stopped him and said, "Do you know what happened downstairs?"

The middle-aged man who was going downstairs stopped and replied: "They say someone is going to jump off the building!"

"Huh? Jump off the building??!!"

The boys are stupid.

He didn't expect that when he was delivering something, someone would happen to jump off the building here.

Seeing his reaction, the middle-aged man couldn't help but glance at him, then looked at the door number again, stunned for a moment.

"I heard from my wife that she is the woman from this family... Do you know her? Do you want to persuade her? You can go directly to the rooftop from here."

The boy was completely stunned.

……

The boy first called the police and then quickly rushed to the rooftop.

Although it was summer, he was shivering all over, and his hand holding the relics on the next table was ice-cold. Facing the dazzling sunset, he saw the woman who had rolled over the railing.

The person at the next table told him that her mother was beautiful and had a particularly gentle and strong smile.

However, the woman in front of her looked numb, holding the guardrail with one hand and standing there lightly, as if a gust of wind could knock her down completely.

There were other people on the rooftop, and they also came to stop him. They were surprised to see him coming, and one of them even stepped forward to persuade him: "Children, don't come here."

They were worried about him, but the boy didn't leave. He carried something and said, "I am her daughter's classmate!"

The boy got rid of them and finally squeezed to the front. He stood about 2 meters away and did not get closer.

The woman noticed him and her dull eyes stayed on him for a moment.

Those originally beautiful eyes seemed to have regained some of their sparkle.

The boy opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to call her. Would calling her "Mother XXX" irritate her? He knelt down on the ground while she looked at her and opened the bag containing the relics from the next table.

"I...I'm here to give you something."

He took out the test papers and homework books left at school, his hands shaking constantly.

"It's all stuff from her school... This is the paper she took in the first month of junior high school. That time she ranked first in the grade, and the teacher praised her; this is what she did in a classroom simulation test, and some of the questions on it were over the top. She still did it all, she really... worked really hard..."

"And these, this is her composition from last summer's Chinese language homework..."

He spoke incoherently.

The white paper was coated with a layer of red under the setting sun. He looked at the article and read out a specially separated line of text.

"...She said she loves you very much."

She wants to live happily with you.

Having said this, the boy saw the woman in front of him smile at him, vaguely remembering the gentle look described by the table next to her.

He felt happy and stretched out his hand to her: "Auntie, come down quickly and live well. Don't..."

However, before he finished speaking, he heard a voice downstairs.

It was unclear whether the voice was male or female, whether it came from a young man or an old man. It was too ordinary, just the kind of voice that occasionally reached my ears while walking on the road.

"Jump!"

After one voice, a series of voices sounded.

"If you feel like it, just jump down! We're all waiting to see!!"

"Jump! Jump! Jump!"

"Don't you dare! Hahahaha——" Someone laughed below.

Obviously he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what kind of tragedy the people above him had experienced, so he started to make fun of him, and more noises were heard.

At this moment, the boy felt dizzy. This is obviously a rooftop, so far away from the ground floor, but the sounds coming together are so deafening.

Whether it was due to excessive anger or fear, his brain was buzzing. He couldn't say a word, he just looked at the woman subconsciously.

She ignored the voices and said to him:

"Thank you. But I miss her."

She let go of her hand and jumped forward lightly. The boy's eyes widened and he didn't care about anything. He almost instinctively rushed towards her to catch her.

But he pulled nothing.

His body hit the railing, hurting, and he looked down without blinking.

"Boom!!!"

He saw a life pass before his eyes.

……

The boy took a long vacation.

Because he saw someone fall to death with his own eyes, he developed serious psychological problems, and his parents asked him to rest at home temporarily.

On this day, a middle-aged man came over.

"My wife was forced to death by your son!"

He banged the door loudly, and after opening it so as not to disturb the neighbors, he pointed at the noses of the boy and his parents and cursed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

His father, who had always been kind and honest, was furious when he heard this and stood in front of the much taller man.

"So many people saw it! It was him who took out my daughter's belongings and kept stimulating my wife, and finally forced her to jump off the building! He is a murderer!"

The boy was stunned. His mother also blocked him and scolded him hysterically for the first time: "If you keep talking nonsense, we will call the police!"

"Call the police, call the police. When the police come, he is also the murderer of my wife!" The man yelled, "Pay me thirty... no, five hundred thousand! Or I will go to court to sue you! He will hold banners and hand out leaflets in your community. Tell the world there is a murderer in your family!"

The boy’s uncle’s family is also there. The uncle helped his father stop the man. His aunt, a lawyer, was the loudest and joined the scolding battle on the spot.

My cousin is studying in a local university. This time she came with her to comfort her. She pulled him and his mother into the bedroom and closed the door temporarily to block out the sounds outside.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!"

His cousin loved him very much and kept comforting him: "He is here to extort money! Without his wife to suck his blood, he wants to blackmail you with her death! This is a scumbag!! You did nothing wrong!"

The boy sat on the chair, confused and his mind was blank.

After the cousin comforted her, she went out to help her parents and uncle. The door opened and closed, unable to isolate all sounds, and the harsh noises continued to enter the room.

The boy sat blankly, with only his mother beside him.

"……am I wrong?"

he asked suddenly.

"I wanted to save her, did I do something wrong...?"

He has always admired those who dared to stand up and help others when they were in danger, and considered them heroes.

Being brave is definitely not a derogatory term, it is always a compliment. Wanting to prevent someone else from getting hurt or killed...is that wrong?

His mother looked at him, her eyes red. During the days when he was recuperating at home due to psychological problems, not only was he in so much pain that he couldn't sleep, his mother was also in pain, suffering because of him.

"……Do not."

His mother said slowly but firmly.

"You are right to want to save people."

"However, you must know that sometimes when you go to save someone, you may not only fail to save the other person, but you may even get involved yourself..."

His mother said, hugging him gently.

He felt something hot and wet fall on his face.

"We have never asked you to be good at your studies, to go to any university or find a job in the future, or to be a great person, no matter how mediocre you are, as long as you are safe... Mom only wants you to be safe..."

"Like this time, we don't blame you for saving people. I know you have always been a good child... but it is really too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be pulled and fall together..."

The boy picture was speechless.

His name is very strange, it sounds very similar to "rabbit". Many people had laughed at this name since he was a child, but he knew the origin of this name.

"图" as a Chinese character means "covet, want"; "子" is even simpler, referring to "children".

——He is the second child that his parents finally gave birth to after losing a child.

He found out about this when he went to the beach this summer. He was crazy and wanted to swim farther away, but he heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he saw his dad swimming towards him desperately, and his mother was also there. The beach shouted to him.

No one had told him before, and he didn't even know if it was his brother or sister. He only knew that the other party drowned while playing in the river when he returned to his hometown during a summer vacation.

So his parents are much older than the parents of other classmates.

So his father asked him not to tell his mother about the death of a classmate, a young child, in order to avoid irritating her.

and so……

"If something happens to you, how will you let your parents live..."

The mother, who had already experienced the pain of losing her son, hugged him and cried bitterly.

Tuzi patted her back and hugged her back.

Therefore, he should cherish his life more.

——They can't afford a second such blow.

(End of this chapter)