Julian Mendoza - The Happy Bird
Sister Wang came and chatted with her brother for a while.
I have never seen so many people before. I can't smell disinfectant and I can't see any white houses. Our home is so small now. My brother said that this is the only room we own and the one next to it belongs to our neighbor. He and Sister Wang were chatting in the kitchen. I was lying on the windowsill eating snacks. Someone made a strange noise under the window. I lowered my head and saw a child about the same age as No. 93.
He was very dark and thin, with a hole on his body that was bleeding. He saw me looking at him and tried hard to say something, but I couldn't hear him clearly because my brother was calling me.
sorry. I waved at him. I'm leaving.
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"I'm not sure," Benedict Smith, who finally had a name, answered honestly, "Baird is a very tight-lipped man, you know, he's like a clam, otherwise he wouldn't be so hard to find, but he said that every adventurer has friends around him..."
"Friends are the best..." Props, used to block wooden warehouses at critical moments, used to pass the buck when necessary, a must-have for home and travel... Julian quickly shook his head to get rid of this inexplicable celebrity quote, avoiding falling into the world of memes, and continued to ask in the strange eyes of his deskmate, "So where do you think Baird will meet his Huckleberry?"
"Besides reading novels and specimens, and being asked by his parents to join the Boy Scouts, he doesn't have any other activities..." Benedict said he could do nothing to help. He was well-informed and not a rumor maker. He couldn't make up stories. "Just..."
"What's the matter?" Benedict looked at Julian, who suddenly smiled and sat up straight, with a puzzled look on his face, "Hey, didn't you want to..."
"What do you want?" A familiar voice froze Benedict in place. Like a clockwork frog, he looked back one by one, "Dear little Mr. Smith, I hope you still remember that you are in math class."
"Oh, Lord, is this another test you are giving me?"
As expected, Benedict was scolded. The teacher was used to his talkativeness. Julian escaped because he backed down quickly and Benedict was loyal. Of course, he had to help with the spelling of the extra words.
In the next few classes, Benedict was watched very closely. Julian could only say sorry in his heart and study hard. After all, Alvin would really check his homework.
"Oh..." Julian sat in front of the computer in the library, using the techniques taught by Mason unskillfully. "The administrator said that Baird would use the deepest computer. The police checked it, but found nothing..."
That means it's not here, or there's some message that only children can understand.
Julian crawled under the computer desk and cautiously reached out to feel the gap behind the desk. With his tiny hands and feet, he finally reached a piece of paper that was stuck behind it with transparent tape.
He managed to get it off as intact as he could and returned to the light to study the note.
Above is an email address.
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