The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 5

Oscar Lin laughed: "It's very impudent of you to ask this."

"It's not as bold as what you just said." Milo Ding said.

"Then didn't you see this when you looked at my palm before?" Oscar Lin looked at the palm of his left hand.

"I didn't look at it, and I didn't think about it either," Milo Ding thought for a moment and lowered his voice, "It's not a K!ss?"

"Yes." Oscar Lin said.

"Oh." Milo Ding responded.

The two of them said nothing and looked at the stroller together.

A few minutes later, a police car drove over. Milo Ding jumped up and waved to the police car: "Here ---"

A book stuffed in the B*tt pocket of his pants fell to the ground.

Oscar Lin also often stuffed papers and books in his B*tt pocket. He didn't like holding things in his hands.

But Milo Ding is different.

Oscar Lin picked up the book on the ground. It was very old, and the pages were all yellow and black, but they must have been preserved very carefully. The pages were flat and without corners.

The hand drawn on the cover, as well as the various lines on the hand, you can tell without looking at the title that this is a palmistry teaching book.

I didn’t expect the charlatan to carry reference materials with him…so dedicated.

"Your..." When Oscar Lin handed the book to Milo Ding, he was already facing the police.

"I called the police," Milo Ding pointed to the stroller, "A particularly small child has been sleeping."

"This child is only two months old, right?" An old policeman frowned as soon as he saw it. "How did this car get here? Did you see it?"

Milo Ding and Dadong turned to look at Oscar Lin.

"I'm standing right here," Oscar Lin walked to where he was standing before, "I took my phone and looked over there. I didn't know when this car came next to me, but I saw it when I turned around."

"We need to contact the lesbians in the station and the hospital immediately first," the old policeman turned to the colleague behind him and said, "This child is too young, and I don't know how long he has been hungry..."

"Then...can we leave?" Milo Ding asked beside him.

"Please cooperate," the old policeman said. "We need to make a record. We have to investigate after placing this child."

"Now?" Oscar Lin said.

"Yes." The policeman nodded.

"What's wrong?" Milo Ding asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Oscar Lin also replied quietly.

Milo Ding ignored him.

From handing the child over to the police, then cooperating to the police station to take notes, to finally answering a bunch of questions and leaving, Milo Ding ignored him.

Not even looking at him much.

As soon as he walked out of the police station gate, Milo Ding pulled his friend onto the car and left without looking back. Oscar Lin didn't even find a chance to return his reference materials to him.

Dogs come and go but never go.

Oscar Lin ate a bowl of noodles at a small shop next to the police station and took the car back to school.

He knew why Milo Ding suddenly ignored him.

Maybe he thought he was indifferent, but for such a small, possibly abandoned child, he only wanted to eat.

Not even the most basic sympathy.

What we had for dinner today was noodles. It was brought to a few people in the dormitory, so it was just noodles.

Oscar Lin took some effort when he entered the dormitory with four portions of noodles. The volume of the four lunch boxes was not much different from two bags of barbecue, but there was soup in them. When he ran through the door of the dormitory manager, he had to have both Speed, but also a steady hand.

"Don't think I can't see clearly who you are!" The uncle's voice came from afar.

You really can't see clearly.

Oscar Lin had already run up to the third floor. He was still very confident in his speed.

There was a mirror on the first floor. Every time he ran past the mirror carrying food, he would take a look at it, but he never saw himself clearly.

Like lightning.

Several people in the dormitory were still reviewing under the lamp, but when Oscar Lin walked in, several people's faces were facing the door.

"I heard the uncle shouting downstairs." Elliott Chen said with a smile.

"He said he could see clearly who I am." Oscar Lin said.

"That's impossible. I could have caught you early in the morning." Luo Chuan stood up and took the lunch box, "You run at least three times a week."

"Did you have noodles for dinner today?" Felix Liu said, "This is not your style. You ran out and didn't even have a big meal?"

"Something happened," Oscar Lin stuffed Milo Ding's reference book under the pillow, "I didn't have a big meal."

He didn't want to talk about the child he picked up tonight, but the biggest advantage of the few people in the dormitory making people feel comfortable was revealed at this time, and no one asked.

With such an excellent roommate, the time we spend together decreases with the countdown numbers in the classroom. Sometimes I feel sad just thinking about it.

"Do you want one more box of yours?" Elliott Chen asked.

"Four boxes are easy to store," Oscar Lin said, "You guys share it. I just finished eating and I will read a book for a while."

The mystery of palmistry.

Oscar Lin turned on the bedside lamp and put on his glasses.

This book looks like a pirated version of a book sold on the street. The title of the book is not "Easy, Learn to Read Palmistry in Five Minutes" or "Knowing People by Reading Hands" or "From Palm Prints to Life". It seems to be following the same path. Suspense style.

Chic.

Oscar Lin habitually followed the usual study steps and preset the questions in his mind.

For example, where did palmistry originate, in which cultural background is palmistry most popular, and what is the basis for dividing the various areas corresponding to the palm prints...

Then I opened the book.

On the first page of the catalog, there are two lines of large characters written neatly in ballpoint pen.

Little prodigy Milo Ding's private collection of books.

Not lending it to you. Don't steal. If you find it, return it to me.

Each word had to be almost two centimeters in diameter, and Oscar Lin could only laugh silently after reading it for ten seconds.

There is also a line of dates below. Based on the date, this should have been written when Milo Ding was in the first grade of elementary school or earlier...

Oscar Lin paused and flipped through the book again. There were some places marked in the book. The fonts were all the same and they should have been written at the same time.

From this point of view, when Milo Ding was five or six years old, he knew a lot of words, seemed to have good comprehension skills, and had his own ideas. Not many children felt that books were authoritative, and there was a place on a certain page that he had Marked---"Fart!!".

interesting.

Oscar Lin pushed up his glasses.

Milo Ding was sitting in front of the desk. On the desk were papers and exercises that had been written in a mess. He was holding his mobile phone in one hand and flipping through the desk drawer with the other.

He knew it was a bit late now and Dadong must have gone to bed, but he still couldn't bear to wait until tomorrow.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..." He stood up, walked around the room twice more, and pulled the quilt to look under the bed.

"Fcuk..." Dadong finally answered the phone over there, "Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is?"

"I know it's a little late..." Milo Ding said.

"No, it's almost four o'clock, kid," Dadong sighed, "What's the matter?"

"The book I put in my pocket today," Milo Ding frowned, "have you looked at it?"

"Pidou? What book?" Dadong was confused, "You still take the book with you when you go out?"

"It's okay, you can go to sleep." Milo Ding hung up the phone and sat down on the bed with some frustration. He was already a little too sleepy, but now he was completely sleepy.

depressed.

He had to go home to live at this time, so he went to his grandma's house yesterday to pick up the books and wanted to bring them over. However, Oscar Lin picked up a child, which was quite annoying. After he finished the trouble, he went home to do the questions very unhappy. I just remembered that the book was gone.

This book has been with him for many years. From the first grade to now, he has read it long ago. There is nothing important in it. He usually just holds it and rarely opens it again.

But this book stayed with him for many, many years, just like a little girl's doll, a kind of comfort.

Sometimes it is also an important way for him to gain a sense of security.

When he was a little kid, this was even a way for him to improve his relationship with classmates and get rid of bullies.

The book is not important.

This book is so important.

But I still have to sleep, I have to go to class tomorrow.

When he was living at his parents' house, he couldn't skip school. When he was at his grandparents' house, it was just casual. Before, grandma thought that he got out of school before four o'clock every day, just like in elementary school, and came back at six or seven o'clock because he worked too hard in school. .

Go to sleep.

He went to the bathroom to wash up like a thief, then returned to the room and took out a book from the bedside. It was one of the books that his father bought based on his own reading list without even looking at what it was. , stuffed it under the pillow and closed his eyes.

The first day Baby Shu ran away from home.

Think about it.

the next day.

Think about it. Search online used bookstores.

There actually is.

Twenty-seven? It’s too dark!

The third day.

Think about it. Used Bookstore Search.

Thirty-six? Ten yuan for shipping?

Before the teacher came over, Milo Ding slipped his phone into the pocket on his trouser leg and kept his original position without moving.

It wasn't until the teacher tapped him on the shoulder that he suddenly raised his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Didn't you have a good rest?" the teacher asked softly.

"It's too late to go to bed." Milo Ding replied.

"Lie down for a few minutes if you feel sleepy," the teacher said. "You still have to pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Yeah." Milo Ding nodded.

After the teacher walked away, he turned and looked to the side.

Micah Shi looked at him with disgust: "Why are you so good at pretending?"

"Do you want me to teach you?" Milo Ding asked.

"No." Micah Shi refused honestly.

"I'll go out in a while," Milo Ding whispered. "If Teacher He comes and asks about me, just say that I went to the playground to endorse."

Micah Shi did not agree immediately. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Have you memorized books? Don't you have the legendary photographic memory?"

"Fart," Milo Ding denied without thinking, "When did I appear in the legend of photographic memory?"

"Then how do you usually take exams like that? Also endorse?" Micah Shi asked.

"No memorization, speaking of it...I chose science because I thought I could not memorize it," Milo Ding sighed, "I didn't expect that it would be a lot of memorization."

"Then how did you get into the top five in the exam?" Micah Shi asked again.

"I'm attending the lecture, brother," Milo Ding sighed again, "I can almost remember what I need to memorize, and I can probably make it up."

Micah Shi didn't speak, just looked at him.

Milo Ding glanced at it and found that the expression on Micah Shi's face was very sad and lost.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and in order to prevent Micah Shi from starting to cut the cake again, he quickly added: "Sometimes you have to cheat."

"...Oh." Micah Shi nodded.

Milo Ding did not go to the classroom during the second period in the afternoon, but slipped out of the school and went to the small park. Although he had detoured there several times in the past two days, with the determination not to abandon or give up, he made another trip in the afternoon.

Nothing was found.

He knew that he could buy used books online, but it didn't make sense to him.

He just wants to keep the book that has been with him for more than ten years and has been with him for more than ten years under the pillow. It has his own signature and exclusive annotations on it, and it is neatly plated...

Now the last way to find the book is to ask Oscar Lin that cold-blooded thing.

Originally, he wanted to wait until Oscar Lin came to the small park again to ask, but what if Oscar Lin just threw away such a broken book? After all, facing a thrown away child, Lin Lengxue's only thought was to eat.

So Milo Ding turned around and went to the attached middle school.

Oscar Lin was sitting on the edge of the playground. In front of him were several classes taking physical education classes.

He has been on the playground from noon to now, walking around and sitting. Now there are more students around him. He plans to go back to the classroom or dormitory.

When he picked up the book at hand and stood up to leave, he stopped.

Someone climbed over from the wall of the stands on the opposite side of the playground.

Those who like to climb over the wall from here are those who are in Grade 1 in high school, led by Kou Chen. It seems that if they don't climb over the wall several times a month, they are not considered to be in the habit.

But the students who came in today were not the students from the attached middle school.

Is it...Milo Ding?

Oscar Lin pushed up his glasses, trying to make sure he had seen it wrong.

But after a second he was sure he was right.

After Milo Ding landed, he said a few words to a girl sitting in the stands, and then the girl pointed in his direction.

Then Milo Ding rolled over as if he had finally found out where his enemy was after years of seeking revenge.

This speed made Oscar Lin stand up vigilantly.

"Don't go!" Milo Ding pointed at him more than ten meters away and shouted, "Oscar Lin!"

"...I'm not leaving." Oscar Lin replied.

Probably because the voice was not loud enough, Milo Ding didn't hear it and continued to shout: "Don't go, don't go, don't go...I have something to do with you..."

"Do you know where to climb over the wall?" Oscar Lin waited until he ran up to him before asking.

"There is no school that cannot be climbed over the wall," Milo Ding gasped twice, "and there is no school that cannot be broken into."

"What do you want from me?" Oscar Lin asked.

"Did you see a book the day you picked up the child?" Milo Ding asked.

"The mystery of palmistry?" Oscar Lin was a little surprised. He originally wanted to go to the small park on the weekend to see if he could meet Milo Ding, but he didn't expect that this person would climb over the wall and enter the school to find him for this book.

This answer made Milo Ding suddenly feel relieved. He didn't want to say anything anymore. He hugged Oscar Lin's fists, sat on the stone bench next to him and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Is that why?" Oscar Lin asked.

"Yes, that's why," Milo Ding said happily, "When did you get it?"

"I picked it up." Oscar Lin corrected him.

"When did you pick it up?" Milo Ding asked again.

"When you excitedly ran towards the police uncle." Oscar Lin said.

"...It fell off then? I didn't feel it at all," Milo Ding stretched out his hand, "Give it to me, I haven't slept well these past two nights."

"In the dormitory," Oscar Lin said, "I'll get it for you."

"I'll go with you to save you from running over again." Milo Ding said.

"Don't you have to dig out later?" Oscar Lin pointed to the wall over there.

"I'm going to walk out in a big way." Milo Ding looked over there and followed Oscar Lin, "I just wanted to come in through the front door, but your guards are so unreasonable. They are allowed out but not allowed in."

"Fortunately, I was in the playground. If I were in the classroom, you would have been kicked out before you even found out where you were." Oscar Lin looked back at him.

"No," Milo Ding waved his hand, "I asked a student who just came out at the door and said you were either in the playground or in the cafeteria."

"Oh." Oscar Lin smiled.

"Study God." Milo Ding said.

Oscar Lin raised his eyebrows.

"What's the matter?" Milo Ding also raised an eyebrow, "The people at your school said it, the God of Study. If he's not on the playground, he's in the cafeteria. That's the exact words."

"Pretty much, I don't like staying in the classroom," Oscar Lin said, "Little prodigy."

Milo Ding stopped abruptly, his voice slightly twisted: "...Have you read my book?"

"I saw it, and you didn't say not to read it," Oscar Lin said, "I just wrote it, don't borrow it, don't steal it, if I find it, I have to return it to you..."

"Stop talking." Milo Ding sighed.

"Don't you," Oscar Lin suddenly took a step back and whispered in his ear, "don't like being called a prodigy?"