"Rumble... "

Sam could not believe the cruel fact when he arrived at the funeral. His most beloved grandfather committed suicide last night.

Sam was pale and the water ran down his hair. He rushed as fast as he could to the funeral on a cold rainy day. His clean white sneakers were covered in mud, but he didn't care.

The fat old mourning clothes were ugly on Sam's thin body. Sam's face was as pale as a ghost, his face as white as a piece of paper, but his eyes were covered with red blood, and he looked like a terrible monster.

He stared fixedly at the new rosewood coffin, its rusty steel nails twisted and twisted on the heavy board, its rough old hemp twined round and round. He couldn't believe it，He couldn't believe that the grandfather who had made an appointment with him to go mountain adventure the day before yesterday would commit suicide.

His lips quivered slightly. He wanted to cry, but he could not squeeze a drop out of his eye like a dry well. He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled. His legs were soft and shaky.He remembered his grandfather's voice and smile, and he could even count the knife-cut wrinkles on his face and the sweet old age spots. But now it was gone, and death had taken away that beautiful, living life. His grandfather, now, lay lifeless in the damned rosewood coffin.

He did not recover from the funeral. The fact that grandpa died was unacceptable to him. But what was more unacceptable to him was the death of his grandfather: his suicide.

It's impossible.

Sam clenched his fist. Grandpa was so optimistic and powerful that he couldn't kill himself. What's more, he made an appointment with himself the day before yesterday to explore the back mountain. Grandpa will never break his promise.

"Mom."

He pulled at the skirt of the woman next to him.

"Grandpa couldn't have killed himself."

His voice was weak and firm, but the words came unconvincing from a child's mouth.

The woman looked at Sam with her swollen eyes and sobbed:

"Dear... It's impossible.Your grandfather was found hanging from a crooked tree in the back hill last night. The coroner said he committed suicide.

"Impossible!”

Sam yelled hysterically. He rushed to the rosewood coffin and pulled the hemp rope around it frantically. The scene became chaotic and several men pulled Sam out of control, but Sam broke free and continued to pull on the rope.

The scene became more chaotic, with adults flustered and children crying. No one thought that such a thin boy's body contains such great power.

For a while, there was no one to stop the mad Sam.

Sam pulled hard at the hating hemp rope, his hands raw and bloody. But he was not affected at all. Instead, he was getting crazier and crazier. At last his tears came out of his eyes, and an uncontrollable drop hit his grandfather's mahogany coffin.

In the end, Sam untied the rope. With all his strength he pushed away the heavy coffin plate, which fell to the ground with a crash and dust.

Sam finally stopped his mechanical, ceaseless madness. Like a wooden figure, he stared motionless into the coffin.

Then, slowly, he turned his head and looked at his mother.

"Grandpa...is really dead."

"Boom!”

A purple flash of lightning and a great thunder. They were accompanied by a brief, prolonged silence.

People finally realized that the little boy had done something terrible and quickly took him away. Sam did not move and let them take him away. He was like a puppet without soul, at the mercy of others.

"Knock."

Sam's mother knocked on the door of Sam's room with a sandwich and a hot glass of milk in her hand. The poor woman's eyes were red and swollen with tears, and her fine eyebrows were wrinkled like two tangled caterpillars. Her father-in-law's death broke her heart, but it was her son who worried her more. Sam hasn't been out of his room for three days and hasn't eaten a bite of his meal.

She kept knocking at her son's door as usual, hoping that Sam would open the wooden door that had shut him off. She knocked again and again and again. The woman repeated meaningless action over and over again，it took a long time until she finally let off steam and laid the breakfast tray on the floor in front of the door. Just as she was about to turn away, the door clicked open.

The woman turned her head in astonishment, and saw her gaunt son take the cold breakfast on the floor and bring it into her room.

The woman was so surprised that her eyes watered. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, then whispered to Sam, "Wait，I will heat this up for you.”

Sam paused, then turned and handed the sandwich and the cold milk to his mother without closing the door.

The woman trotted happily to the kitchen, nearly spilling milk from the saucer.

Soon she came back. She carried the breakfast into her son's room, carefully testing his attitude.

Sam sat quietly at his desk eating his breakfast without saying a word. The woman was relieved to sit next to Sam.

Sam ate sandwiches quietly and drank warm milk. The woman watched Sam eat slowly in silence. When Sam finished eating, he turned to his mother and said solemnly,

"Mom, grandpa couldn't have killed himself. He was definitely killed."

His voice was hoarse, but his firmness of manner permeated every word of his voice. The woman nodded and hugged Sam gently.

"I believe you. But how do you prove it?”

She thought she had stumped her son and wanted him to stop acting unnecessarily.

Sam, however, caught sight of the draft paper on his desk and said excitedly to his mother,

"I can find him. I can find the murderer.I must put him in prison!"

He worked hard on the paper and soon made a list.

"These are all the suspects I can think of these days. I can go and find them one by one."

The woman patted her son on the shoulder and smiled wearily：

"Well, I trust you."

As the days passed, the boy's list of names grew smaller and smaller. But he didn't find a clue.

Who on earth murdered his grandfather? He thought hard, but the answer was always a question mark.

He walked on the road of the town in a daze and looked at the sky. He remembered the day of his grandfather's funeral.

The memory of that day was as clear to Sam as a newly developed photograph, and he remembered what his mother had said that day:

"The coroner said he committed suicide."

The coroner!

He has a bright light ，maybe the problem is on the coroner.

He lit up and ran as fast as he could to the door of the coroner, Mr. Peter.

"Knock.”

He tapped on the door and soon heard a response.

"Here we go."

It was Mr. Peter himself who opened the door. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a pair of gold glasses and a look of success.

When he saw that it was Sam, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he straightened up and smiled as he greeted the intruder.

"Sam, how are you? What makes you think of calling on me?"

With a gentle smile, he welcomed Sam into his home.

"Well, good. I mean, not bad. Seriously."

Sam nodded casually and looked around.

Mr. Peter smiled awkwardly. He heard Sam's perfunctory tone and could not say anything. He forced himself smile a few times and said to Sam, "Feel free to do as you please. I'll go get you a cup of tea."

Sam nodded and unceremoniously sat down on Mr. Peter's leather sofa.

He took advantage of Mr. Peter's time to make tea in the kitchen and looked around. Sadly, he found nothing suspicious.

"Here comes the tea."

Mr. Peter went out of the kitchen with two steaming cups of black tea and two cubes of sugar in Sam's tea. That teacup is all the more delicate, white porcelain cup body is decorated with fine gold wire, appear all the more noble and elegant.

Sam picked up the cup, took a sip, and then put down the thick black tea. He looked at Mr. Peter and cleared his throat.

"I will say nothing else, Mr. Peter. Can you still think of my grandfather's corpse?”

Peter was filling himself with tea, and when he heard this, his smooth movements paused, but nothing in particular. He tilted his head and looked Sam in the eye.

"I don't quite remember, I'm sorry. You should know, the coroner is busy. I can't keep a corpse in my mind.”

Sam looked at him, nodded and said nothing more.

He finished the cup of sweet black tea in silence, then got up and prepared to leave.

"Excuse me, Mr. Peter. "

"Nothing. Come back when you have time.”

Sam went out of the door, but there was something indescribably uncomfortable about him. He always felt that there was something wrong with Mr. Peter, but he didn't know what the problem was.

So for the next few days, he was looking around for news of Mr. Peter.

......

"Mrs. Mary said that Mr. Peter was very popular with young ladies and bought his own house at an early age. Miss.Anne says he often helps the grocery store carry goods.

Mr. Jerry said he was talkative and humorous. Even grandpa Tom said he was an honest boy... "

Sam broke his fingers and a man who was sorting out what the townspeople thought of Mr. Peter. But he found, with dismay, that there was nothing to doubt about what Mr.Peter had done.

"Did something go wrong? Or ......"

Sam shook his head hard and drove the dangerous idea out of his head. If grandpa really killed himself, what's the point of all these days of hard work?

He knocked on the door and asked, but no one could give Sam a clue.

Finally, only the last house in the town did not visit. The shabby house, at the bottom of the town, was occupied by the gloomy and fearful Mrs Sophie. Mrs Sophie was never with anyone else, and her face was always serious. This made everyone in the town dislike her.

Sam stood in front of Mrs. Sophie's door for a long time and finally decided to try his luck. He raised his hand and tapped lightly at the door which had not been knocked for a long time.

"Is anyone here？”

Sam called out feelingly, but no one answered.

His heart was a little raw, but he kept banging on the door.

"Knock.”

Still no one agreed, and Sam swallowed and called again.

"Mrs. Sophie?”

He waited a long time before he heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

"Who?”

The hoarse, low voice made it impossible to recognize the voice of a woman.

"Mrs. Sophie, this is Sam. I came here today to ask you a person.”

The woman on the other side of the door was silent for a moment, and then she opened a small crack in the door. The sun shone through the small crack into the dark room, where the people frowned with evident displeasure. She squinted at Sam and said:

"Who do you want to ask?”

"Mr. Peter."

The person beyond the door seemed stunned, silent for a while, opened the door.

Mrs Sophie was a thin and gloomy woman, now dressed in a patched, faded blue dress and an oil-stained apron. She looks very pale.

"What did he do？”

Sam stood outside the door, confused. Mrs Sophie saw Sam looking embarrassed and leaned over to greet him.

Sam thanked Mrs Sophie softly and entered the dark, narrow space.

The furniture was simple, and a shabby sofa and an old coffee table with an old newspaper on its feet supported the world. But Sam had no time for Mrs Sophie's shabby furniture. He had come here to hear the news. And Mrs Sophie clearly knows something.

"My grandfather died two months ago."

Mrs Sophie glanced at him and signaled him to go on.

"But Mr. Peter said my grandfather killed himself, but my grandfather couldn't. He must have been bought off with money! And the one who buys him with money is the murderer!”

Sam threw out all the words he had been holding in his heart for days and Mrs. Sophie was stunned.

"No."

Whispered Mrs Sophie.

"Impossible. Peter is a good boy. I was watching him grew up.”

Sam stared. He had never known Mrs. Sophie's connection to Mr. Peter.

Mrs Sophie seemed to be in deep memory, and Sam was surprised to find her flat mouth slightly raised.

"Although his family is poor, he has always had a firm ambition. No matter how poor he is, he cannot do anything against morality.”

Mrs Sophie at the cobwebs of the ceiling, and then to the serious Sam said, "You may think he is a little coroner, life is down and down and out, is likely to be money to buy. Although he told me a few months ago that he didn't earn much money and that it was a problem to continue renting, he would never be bought. You're absolutely wrong... "

Sam was stunned. Mrs. Sophie said that Mr. Peter's situation was completely different from what he had seen of Mr. Peter. Mr. Peter's gold silk glasses, leather sofa, delicate tea sets and his thick, delicious black tea are definitely valuable things. And Mary told him that Peter had just bought the big house. If Mr. Peter's life is hard, he can't believe it.

"Listen to me, Mrs. Sophie."

Sam carefully interrupted Mrs. Sophie's flow of words. He looked at Mrs Sophie and said, word for word:

“What you say is quite different from what I know. Maybe you haven't been out for too long, so you don't know what's going on in town.”

Mrs Sophie stared at Sam, her small eyes wide, waiting for him to go on.

"Mr. Peter has recently bought his own house and is doing well. I have called on Mr. Peter, and he treated me with the finest black tea.”

Mrs Sophie was stunned. She seemed lost in thought. For a long time, Mrs. Sophie looked up at the serious Sam and sighed.

"Please take me go and see Peter.”

When the townspeople saw Mrs Sophie, they all looked as if they had seen something terrible. But Mrs. Sophie was just stooping forward with a straight face.

A few minutes seemed a long way to them, and at last they reached Mr. Peter's door.

"Okay，Mrs. Sophie. This is Mr. Peter's house.”

Mrs Sophie looked at the house, which was too big and out of place for her, and she was at a loss. Sam knocked at the door and called,

"Is anyone there?"

Soon, Mr. Peter answered, "Here you are!"

The door opened with a click, revealing Mr. Peter's smiling face.

But when Mr Peter saw Mrs Sophie, a dishevelled, unkempt woman, his smile vanished, and he even wore a touch of fear and with a guilty conscience.

"Peter... Long time no see.”

Mrs Sophie's face sank when she saw the pious Mr Peter standing in front of her. Mr. Peter rubbed his hands uneasily, and before he could speak, Mrs. Sophie burst into his house.

Sam didn't know what to do, so he nodded to the frozen Mr. Peter and followed Mrs. Sophie in.

Mr. Peter stood at the door, neither in nor out.

Mrs Sophie looked carefully up and down at Mr Peter's house, and the more she looked at her, the more sullen she became. At last she shouted angrily, "Peter! Look what you've done!”

Mr. Peter moved slowly from the door to the house. He could not say anything under Mrs. Sophie's questioning and accusation.

Mrs. Sophie's eyes were like a dagger, piercing directly into Mr. Peter's heart. Mr. Peter's fort, which he had been protecting himself for two months, collapsed. He knelt down and covered his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry... Aunt Sophie... I was wrong... I really... Do wrong... "

Mr. Peter's voice trembled, and he sank to the ground like a balloon.

Mrs Sophie jumped into a rage. She angrily pointed her finger at Mr Peter's forehead and shouted, " what are you thinking? What about the boy who was once poor and determined? ! What about the good, honest Peter? ! You give him back! Back to me! How can you do this for money! How can you... "

Roared Mrs Sophie, with a cry. She choked up and hugged Mr. Peter, who was slumped on the floor. Like the slow motion in the movie, this moment seems extremely long.

Sam held his head high and tried to cry. Grandpa really didn't commit suicide, and his efforts for so long have not been in vain. He'll find the murderer in a minute.

After Peter and Mrs Sophie had calmed down, Sam went up to Mr Peter and asked him, "How did my grandfather die? Who killed him?”

Mr. Peter looked at Sam guiltily and said, "your grandfather was strangled alive. But I don't know who killed him. The money was given to me by Susan, the little girl from uncle Stan's family, and the note indicating that I was hiding the truth was printed. So I don't know who killed him."

Sam clenched his teeth and shouted, "since Susan gave it to you, uncle Stan must have killed my grandfather! I'm going to expose him!”

Sam ran out and ran all the way to uncle Stan's garden. He ran wildly, crying and running. At last he could find the man who had killed grandpa and let them pay for him.

Where? Where? !

Sam went crazy looking for uncle Stan in the big garden. Finally, he saw uncle Stan pruning the roses.

“Stan!”

Sam cried hysterically. Uncle Stan turned his head, his fat body and his kind face. Sam had no idea that uncle Stan would kill his grandfather.

"What's the matter? Sa......"

Before he finished, Sam punched uncle Stan in the stomach. Though the blow didn't affect him, the hate on Sam's face made uncle Stan shudder.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? My lovely child......”

"Stop pretending! You're the one who killed my grandfather!! "

Sam cried, tears streaming down his face. He shouted so loudly that many pedestrians looked sideways and talked.

"Ah? ! Sam! You can't say that!”

Uncle Stan is an honest and honest man and has never met anything like this. The murderer's cap was fastened on his head and he was in a state of panic.

"All right, all right! Calm down!”

Then, with both hands, Sam clawed. It's Mr. Arthur. Mr. Arthur is a neighbor of uncle Stan. He is very calm and careful.

He looked at the flurried Uncle Stan, then at the frantic Sam, and sighed. "come on, sit down and talk it out.”

So the three of them went into Uncle Stan's house and asked Sam to speak slowly. Listen to Sam illogical broken words, Mr Arthur closes his eyes, and rubbed his temples,then he said: "You should go to ask little Susan .You can't put him on a murderer's charge.Stan is an honest man.”

Then, Mr.Arthur turning his head and called little Susan, who was playing.

"Little Susan! Can you come over here? "

Little Susan looked vaguely at Mr. Arthur, who waved to her. Little Susan put down her blocks and came running.

"Little Susan, do you remember who asked you to give Mr. Peter the money?" Asked Mr. Arthur.

“Remember!”

Little Susan smiled innocently, reaching out to Uncle Stan for a hug. Uncle Stan took her in one hand and touched her on the head.

"Who is he？”

Mr. Arthur asked, and little Susan rubbed herself against uncle Stan's neck and said vaguely:

"Is...... Dad!"

Uncle Stan's fierce spirit nearly threw his daughter down. Mr. Arthur looked at uncle Stan in astonishment. He opened his mouth but he could not speak.

"No! I didn't! I really didn't! Susan! Don't talk nonsense!

"Is! Dad! Dad gives me the money, let me give it to Mr. Peter! Dad!"

Susan's childish words were so harsh at the moment. Uncle Stan threw little Susan down in a panic and wanted to see Sam's reaction.

Sam exploded. He roared and kicked and punchedUncle Stan. A few moments later, it attracted a lot of onlookers. Immediately, someone called the police.

The police car came and the blue and red light shone through the garden. Mr. Arthur patiently explained the circumstances to the police, who thought for a moment and ruthlessly handcuffed the cold handcuffs to poor Uncle Stan.

'I didn't! I didn't! I really didn't kill! I really..."

Uncle Sam cried, but no one heard him explain. There was much discussion, and all the words sounded the same：

"What a surprise! Usually he looks so honest but actually he is a killer！”

"Yes! Fortunately was discovered, should not do ah!"

Unkind words hit uncle Stan like a hail. He screamed and screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one heard him explain.

The officer patted him on the shoulder and said, "We‘re just taking you away to cooperate with the investigation. If you didn't kill, we'd let you go."

The police wanted to take Sam and other people involved, but they didn't take Sam.Because Sam was so emotional.

Uncle Stan was taken into a police car, his handcuffs shining cold metal in the light of the lights.

"Beep beep beep... "

As the police car moved away, Sam's mood calmed down.

That's great!

Sam thought this, and he wiped away his tears, not knowing what to do better.

He wanted to laugh, but he wanted to cry more.He caught the murderer and avenged his grandfather. But his grandpa can't wake up again.

He walked home feebly, wiping his eyes, watching his elongated shadow as the sun went down.

A week passed, and Sam was taken away by police to cooperate with the investigation. He told the police what he had done, and everyone was shocked  by his courage and hard work. Sam became famous. He is borded on the newspaper and was also regarded as an idol by his classmates. Mr. Peter was taken to the policestation. He was sentenced, but suspended for halfyear.

Sam has just finished his classes and walked lightly on the road. Thinking of finding the killer who killed Grandpa, he singing happily. He walked slowly in the deserted streets he dong't know someone is coming up behind him……

"Uh!"

Sam suddenly felt his throat strangled. He slapped the powerful arm hard, but it was useless. He wanted to see who he was, but he couldn't get back to it. The man wrapped a rough rope around Sam's neck and pulled it up fiercely.

Sam gripped the rope with pain, but he couldn't use his strength at all. He grew up and tried to breathe heavily, but he couldn't get any oxygen at all. His face was purplish red, and he felt that his eyeballs were going to explode. He was somewhat unconscious, and could not feel his mouth foaming

He wished he could save himself, but no one saw it.

Just as he was going to lose consciousness, he heard a familiar voice: "stop!"

Then he felt the rope loosening his neck and loosened it. He grabbed the hand that the man had not yet recovered and did not let it go.

The man had a paper bag on his head, and Mr. Peter was running in his direction. He breathed heavily and dragged himself to the best of his ability. Mr. Peter ran to the man next to him. He locked the man's throat and stopped him.

Sam's dizziness due to lack of oxygen has not improved.He can only hold on to the man's hand.

The man struggled, and Mr. Peter tried desperately to remove the paper bag from his head. But it did not work. When the man struggled, Mr. Peter fell to the ground with him, and the two men beat together.

Sam slowed down and then ripped off the paper bag on the head. The man was out of guard and the paper bag was removed. But the face beneath the paper bag surprised Sam. It was Mr. Arthur!

Mr. Arthur saw that the paper bag was taken off and stopped struggling. He raised his hands and said, " "I'm the man who killed grandpa Sam."

This sentence, like a bolt from the blue, made Sam tremble. He never thought that Mr. Arthur, who had always been rational, was the real murderer of his grandfather.

Sam could not believe that he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. For a long time, he held back a sentence: "Susan said her father asked her to give Mr. Peter money."

"Yes, that's right. I'm Susan's father. "

Mr. Arthur said this in a plain tone and then stood Mr Peter  up from the ground 

Mr. Peter patted his trousers, looked at Mr. Arthur with vigilance, and took out his cell phone to call the police.

"What?!"

Sam opened his eyes wide and looked unbelievably at Mr. Arthur. Mr. Arthur tore his mouth, and said: "Susan was the child of me and Stein's wife  I told her that I was her father the night before I killed your grandfather.So I can get it to stan's wife. "

"As for why you killed your grandfather..." Mr. Arthur paused and looked at Sam and said, "because your grandfather knew the secret of me and Stan's wife. The old man is sure to tell Stan. I tried to frighten him, but I killed him. And you, Sam, you will definitely be a big trouble. The police may not find the killer, but I know you can. I need to give myself a future. "

Sam looked at Mr. Arthur sluggishly, unable to say a word.

In the distance, the red and blue lights flashed again, and the policemen came. When they understood the situation, they resolutely arrested Mr. Arthur. Mr. Arthur looked at Sam, smiled and said, "I didn't expect it." If Peter hadn't stopped me, I would have lived quietly and happily for the rest of my life. "

“No, it's impossible."

Sam shook his head and looked at Mr. Arthur firmly.

Soon after, uncle Stan was released. The honest and lovable old man sighs after learning his wife's derailment, but he still chooses to forgive his wife and continue to live a happy day. And Sam caught the murder of his grandfather's real murderer, really for his grandfather revenge.

Half a year later, Mr. Peter is going to jail. And Sam was the most diligent person to explore.

Mr. Peter and Sam were laughing and talking through a glass. "Really, Sam, I admire you very much. How do you keep going alone? "

"This is my belief."

Sam laughed.

"Because I believe that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.”