About fifteen minutes later, Gao Ming observed the states of his father and mother. He used a small spoon to scoop out a piece of cream and put it in his mouth.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”,Gao Ming felt he had to get to the bottom of this quickly. After all, he was a serious mystery buff and had more dead people in his head than there were bodies buried in the public cemetery. If all this turned out to be true, the whole city would be in danger.。