Town Ghost - Super Detective Trio

Author: Liu Dongyu, Wen Biao / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: About Hect, all we hear are good things. "If Hect were here, he'd have the room spotless by now!" Whenever we're reluctant to tidy up the room and it's indeed a battlefield, Dad would scold us like that. "Hect would definitely come home on time!" Every time we come home late, Mom would bring up Hect to scold us. "That damn Hect! What's so great about him, having such an awful name!" Xiawa, angry, cursed. After she said that, I couldn't help but laugh. Xiawa's original name was Maria Matilde Xiawa. Maria was the name Dad and Mom gave her, and Matilde was the name her godmother gave her because her godmother was named Matilde. So, she became Maria Matilde Xiawa. Every time Mom called her "Maria, come here," she would jump up in a hurry. Her biggest dream and the one she made the most effort for was to hide her real name as much as possible in class. But I always pronounced "Maria's" Ma as "frog's" Wa, and she had no way to stop me. So, in my opinion, Maria was no different from Hect. It's just that Maria wasn't a role model for me. Unlike that annoying Hect, Dad and Mom would almost want to rub him into our bread so we could see him every day and learn from him. Of course, that was just a metaphor. Right now, I'm buttering bread to take to school, so I can refuel during breaks. Mom is doing her makeup. At this time, everyone in the house tries their best not to disturb her, or her mood would be "partly cloudy with a chance of rain" from morning on. Dad is still sleeping. Mingqi, our shameless male cat, is lurking impatiently next to me, waiting for me to drop the sausage in my hand. Suddenly, the phone rang. The phone ringing at our house was a common occurrence. Our phone always rang nonstop because our number was almost identical to that of a pizza delivery store. If I answered the phone, sometimes I wouldn't even say my name "David Zimmtrode" but would just say, "Our pizzas are all sold out. Please call back tomorrow!" One evening, I was saying this when Mom overheard. She said that if the pizza delivery store found out, they would definitely hold us accountable. From then on, I only made such jokes when Mom wasn't around. The phone was still ringing. It was just a little past seven, and it was a bit early for pizza orders. I thought. Xiawa beat me to it and snatched the phone. I only heard her running around excitedly and shouting into the phone, "Okay, right away! I'll call him!" "Dad, it's a call from Africa! Hurry up!" What? I thought, Africa? It couldn't be a call from Africa. But Dad actually believed it. He stumbled into the hallway, grabbed the phone, but he held it upside down—the receiver was to his mouth and the microphone to his ear. P1-3