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    In the midsummer weather, the only fun is sitting in a rocking chair, shaking the cattail leaf fan, and listening to the chirping of cicadas.  Of course, at this time, Hwarang prefers to lie on the rocking chair and use a cicada to make Miaoer smile. Miaoer is almost one year old and is getting cuter and cuter. Playing with her all day long, Hua Rong  Lang didn't feel tired at all. He was surprised why he hadn't discovered this kind of fun before.  The wind was blowing with heat, and the cicada in her hand was struggling. Miaoer clapped her hands and smiled. She wanted to reach out to catch the cicada, but Hwarang didn't allow it, because children nowadays eat whatever they get.  If Miaoer really got it, she would not be afraid of this cicada, and would swallow it without saying anything.  Next to Hwarang, Wen Meng laughed with her big belly. Now she, the heroine, has gradually fallen in love with such joy of life. Perhaps, as they grow older, this is a period of life they should experience.  And just when the family of three was enjoying themselves, a government servant hurriedly ran over and said to Hwarang: "Master Hua, something big happened. A little girl was hit and killed by a carriage on the streets of Huainan City. Now the carriage has escaped."  It was just after noon, and the sun was still very hot. It was so hot that I was sweating after just a few steps. It was really serious that a murder occurred at this time, and a little girl was hit and killed by a carriage. Hwarang couldn't help but be stunned.  I was stunned for a moment, wondering if such a thing as a hit-and-run happened in the Song Dynasty.  However, Hwarang was only stunned for a moment, because soon he felt a burst of anger. This anger was so easy to explode under high temperatures, and it was difficult to suppress the explosion.  A little girl died like this before she had time to enjoy her life, before she had time to find her Prince Charming, before she had time to feel the joy of being a wife and a mother. And the person who killed her, was he?  You should be taught a lesson.  Wen Meng was angrier than Hwarang, but for the sake of the child in her belly, she still held back. After taking a look at the yamen servant, she immediately said to Hwarang: "Go and have a look quickly. You must move that carriage  The person who came up was found." After handing Miao'er to Wen Meng, Hwarang immediately left the house with the government servant. The street was very hot, the sun was fierce, and the whole ground was burning under the direct sunlight. The two of them walked in a hurry.  On the street, I finally arrived at the murder scene after several turns.  The scene of the murder was on a street, a street with few people walking around. The street was not very wide, and there were families living on both sides. But when the murder happened, the people on both sides of the street were hiding in their homes to enjoy the cool air. No one came out.  A little girl who was lying in front of the window and was not allowed to go out saw what happened.  The deceased was a little girl about seven or eight years old. The little girl was very cute. It seems that girls of this age are cute no matter whether they are ugly or handsome. When Hwarang saw that cute little face, he  Sometimes, the anger is even worse.  She almost bit her lips off with hatred.  Sima Guang glanced at Hwarang, then stretched out his sleeve to wipe his sweat, and said: "Master Hua, come and see, it's so pitiful." Hwarang was angry, but as a detective, he knew very well  , when solving a case, he should not be too emotional, because this would make him miss many details. He suppressed the anger in his heart and carefully inspected the little girl's body. After looking at it, he said: "The little girl was first killed.  The horse was hit, and then stepped on by the horse. The cause of death should be that kick. "There is no doubt that the little girl seen on the window sill at the top of the building has already told Sima Guang, and that kick was the cause of death.  The little girl was about the same age as the little girl who was hit, but at this time she was so frightened that she kept sobbing. She was afraid that that scene would accompany the little girl for many years, and her young heart would not be affected by it.  What harm was done.  There were many people watching the excitement standing on the street, but at this time, Hwarang discovered a very strange thing, that is, the family members of the deceased were not there. He raised his head slightly, glanced at the crowd, and asked, "Does anyone know him?"  This little girl." Pedestrians on the street looked at each other, but no one said they knew this little girl. It was obvious that this little girl was not from their street.  But if this little girl didn't come from this street, then what was she doing on the street on such a hot day? He didn't think that the deceased was a stupid person who didn't know the heat. There must be a reason why she did this.  , but what is the reason?  Another gust of warm wind blew, making the person who was blowing inexplicably irritated. Hwarang's eyes were wide open, and sweat was dripping from his face. He just stared wide-eyed, as if he was thinking about something, or he just wanted to widen his eyes.  Eyes, only in this way can he eliminate his anger at this time.  I don¡¯t know how long it took before Hwarang said to Sima Guang: ¡°Sir Sima, find out the little girl¡¯s relatives. Furthermore, send someone to investigate the speeding carriage.¡± What color is the carriage?Sima Guang had already asked the little girl lying on the window sill. Although it took a lot of time, it was worth it. After Sima Guang gave these instructions, the government officials began to take action.  Just when Sima Guang continued to give instructions like this, Hwarang once again focused on the deceased. The deceased was a little girl with a mole between her eyebrows. Her clothes looked a little shabby and thin, which made her thin body even more attractive.  Because of her small size, the girl's hands are very dark and her body is calloused. From these, it is easy to see that the little girl's family must be poor. She has already started doing hard labor at a young age, but why does she have to work in such a hot weather at noon?  Walking on the street.  When Hwarang was thinking about these issues, he was so fascinated that he didn't hear what the people next to him were discussing. It seemed that he had automatically blocked those messages. However, the more he thought about it, the more he became confused.  He couldn't figure it out, and after a long time, he finally gave up. He knew that if he really wanted to know the story of this little girl, he would have to wait for more clues.  After the yamen servants disposed of the body of the deceased, he took it back to the yamen office. The people watching the excitement on the street gradually dispersed. Hualang wiped his sweat again, and then walked back with Sima Guang. All they could do now was  Yes, all we can do is wait.  But at this time, the few of them were very uneasy waiting, because when they thought about the tragic death of the little girl, they had lingering fears. After the lingering fears, there was indescribable anger. This anger seemed to linger in them.  lingering in their hearts, dancing in their minds, making people want to shout loudly to vent their anger.  Sadly, they did not do this. All they could do was suppress, and then suppress.
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