The mood is very good, and even the wound does not feel so painful.
"Now you believe it? If I talk nonsense, I'll be struck by lightning." Zhou Yanling pointed to the sky and said: "I guess I'm being watched, maybe I'll be eavesdropping outside your door right now, the two of us. It may have been exposed in the toilet as well."
Wu Fengrong squinted and said, "Do you still want shame? I'm shameless."
Zhou Yanling was so upset by his sweet tone that he could not wait to bring him over to kiss him again. But he was holding his hot phone, and it was hard to focus on flirting. He rereads the text from start to finish, reminiscing about being stabbed at the station.
"He told me not to act rashly, that is to say, I must have done something at the station to make people angry, and I was afraid that I would not be obedient, so he gave me a knife. But I didn't do anything. I went through the security check with my luggage and waited for the bus. Waiting in the hall."
"Where were you stabbed? Where exactly? What did you do before and after? Think again."
"I went to buy a pack of cigarettes. I just came out of the canteen." Could it be that he is still taboo smoking a cigarette? Zhou Yanling had a flash of inspiration: "No, I said hello to the security guard before and asked him where there is a canteen. Just two sentences, no more than 30 seconds, he won't think I'm going to report to the police, right? If I call the police, I can Are you coming to the station? Go directly to the police station and turn yourself in."
Wu Fengrong pointed his finger at the conclusion: "Explain three points. First, the person who stabbed you at the station is the same as the person who sent you to the car to find the murderer. The person who stabbed you was an eyeliner who was sent to stare at you. The purpose is to ensure that you can find the murderer. This is the relationship between the September 27 case and your stab. Second, he started monitoring you very early, and he will not stop paying attention to your actions until he reaches Baihe. Third, he does not want you I don't want you to come into contact with the police. Who is so desperate to protect you?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that it was not quite right. Judging from the tone of the text message, it was more a threat than a help. According to this principle, if Zhou Yanling could not find the murderer, he might be stabbed to death. Isn't this a neuropathy
Zhou Yanling's thoughts had come to him. There shouldn't be many people who knew that he was at the murder scene. The murderer, his old colleagues, the police, and possibly passers-by who passed by unintentionally didn't need to play tricks on him. If there is a personal grudge with him, it would be the easiest way to hand him over to the police, who would go to great lengths to set up this train to catch the murderer
"Do you have any clues about the person who stabbed you?" Wu Fengrong asked again.
Zhou Yanling continued to recall: "I didn't see the guy's face clearly. He turned from my side, wearing a Lei Feng hat and a scarf around his neck, covering most of his face. It must be a man, carrying a large suitcase. , black, a little shorter than me, hit me with a lot of force, and a solid body. The knife is a small knife, not big, it is probably a fruit knife. I was anxious to see the wound first, and I bowed my head. It's been mixed into the crowd."
"Will he have a grudge against the murderer? He was afraid that if he identified the murderer, he would be retaliated, so he asked you to arrest him?"
"As long as there is solid evidence, you can submit materials to the police anonymously, or apply for witness protection. He doesn't mind asking someone to stab me, and he is afraid of retaliation by the murderer? Damn he's playing with me!"
"Why do you think he wants to play this game with you?"
Zhou Yanling shook his head, let out a long sigh and fell on the bed, as if extremely tired.
Wu Fengrong sat at the foot of the bed, picked up the cold tea left in the cup and drank it slowly. He remembered that one year, a man came up at the Yangjiaoshi Station. He was slovenly and bearded. He liked to squat at the connecting port of the carriage and drink stuffy wine. His head was full of white hair before the age of 30, and he was as miserable as people in his 40s and 50s Xixi. Wu Fengrong noticed that he was worried that this person would be drunk and cause trouble, but in the middle of the night in the toilet, he saw him dying of vomiting, and fell on the floor with his stomach in a cold sweat. The medical staff rushed over to feed two stomach medicines, hot water and massage, and the pain was finally relieved. The two talents chatted a few words in the office table.
The story goes like this. This man is an unemployed vagabond. He has taken the civil service exam seven times in five years, and every time he is dismissed in the interview. This time, he chose a remote unit to take the test, and he entered the interview and took the second place, which was far from the first place, and the unit only recruited one, so he gave up, so he felt uncomfortable drinking in the car. Unexpectedly, the ending was still to come, and when he was about to arrive at the station, he was suddenly notified that he had given up the first place in the interview. He could have made up for the second place, because he also gave up the qualification, and the entrance became the third place.
It's not a big deal, but when Wu Fengrong was a flight attendant, he didn't know much in the car, and he had a deep memory of the little things. The man smashed the wine bottle to shreds on the spot, his palms were covered with small blood beads with glass fragments, his eyes were crying and his mouth was laughing like a spoiled puppet.
Destiny sometimes has to play with people, you have to play and you have to lose. There is no reason.
Zhou Yanling cast a grateful look at him, suddenly patted the wound under his ribs, and whispered, "Thank you." Wu Fengrong wanted to speak, but he was interrupted: "I know you have your responsibilities, you are the conductor of the train, Everyone is your pressure, and you are doing the right thing. Notifying the marshals, searching the carriage, inquiring about the case... It's not easy to help me get here. Don't worry, I won't implicate you, I'll go out later, you should What are you doing, it doesn't matter if I am caught or stabbed."
He suddenly left the relationship so clear, as if the temptation, seduction, love, and confession had never happened just now, but Wu Fengrong was a little annoyed.
"What? You turned your face and didn't recognize anyone when you got out of bed?"
"Don't dare, if the train conductor still needs a bed, I will die."
Wu Fengrong put down the teacup and hooked his fingers at him. Zhou Yanling rolled over and crawled over, leaning over to his head. Wu Fengrong only had time to focus on his facial features. It is not necessarily surprising to say that he is good-looking, but it is more of Lang Dang's savage wildness, as if he was born with a restless soul. Wu Fengrong is not an honest person either. It's been a long time since he's been fucking around, and it's finally a little exciting, so why would he want to miss it? Through Zhou Yanling's eyes, what he saw was his own restless heart.
Life or death, right or wrong, doesn't matter, what matters is having a good time.
"Zhou Yanling," Wu Fengrong said. His tone was full of warning: "I believe you."
After he finished speaking, he pressed against the man's thick lips, sucked hard, pried open his teeth and stuck his tongue in. The daring and violent kissing method was immediately responded. Zhou Yanling grabbed his stamina and pressed him against the wall. He held his tongue against the guest, and his lips were hurt. Flesh and blood met, and the kiss was so loud that it was as if the two faces could not be squeezed together. Dry wood meets fire, Jinfeng meets Yulu, and I don't want any reason.
Zhou Yanling gasped against his forehead: "I won't let you down."
Wu Fengrong closed his eyes and grinned at his ears. Because of the lack of oxygen, his cheeks were red, as if being blown by the cold wind, but his heart was hot and his heart was beating fast and fast. When he reacted, he noticed that his hand was pinching Zhou Yanling's wrist, making a deep red mark. Zhou Yanling didn't cry out in pain, so he just let him hold it, instead he put the back of his hand on his. A kiss at the pulse. Wu Fengrong's ears twitched, and he pulled his hand back suddenly, pretending to be nothing, obviously shy.
"Give me the case information, and I'll find someone with you."
"In case of being held accountable..."
"I'm taking it."
Zhou Yanling was still hesitating, the train's morning broadcast came down from the two's heads—
"Good morning, passengers and friends, it is 7:30 in the morning. The K4133 train you are taking starts from Tongzhou Station and ends at Baihe. The whole journey is 2935 kilometers. The estimated running time is 32 hours and 15 minutes. It is expected to arrive. The time is 13:55 p.m. on October 3. The train stops at Wancheng, Yiqing, Yangjiao, and Kenamu. It is breakfast time. Car No. 7 is a dining car, which will provide you with catering services. Please have Passengers and friends who need it will go to eat. The train office seats and medical point are located in the 8th carriage. If you need to make up the ticket, please contact the flight attendant…”
In the narrow train office seat, the conductor and the insurance investigator exchanged glances.
Time is running out, the game starts now.
5. Who doesn't want someone like Wu Fengrong to promise
Zhou Yanling took out a cowhide portfolio from his briefcase, and hesitantly handed it over to Wu Fengrong. Wu Fengrong first took out a stack of photos, which were close-ups of the victim's body. The angles were complete and the pictures were clear and detailed.
The picture shows Xiao Quan lying on the wet concrete floor, with bluish-grey skin and dilated pupils, blood flowing from his ears and nostrils because of a fractured skull. His lips were whitish, the corners of his mouth were stained, and a tiny wound was hidden in his chin, as if a thin pencil line was hiding in the chin groove. The back of the brain that was hit by the blunt object was only swollen, but there was no blood, which indirectly indicated that he had an intracranial hemorrhage. His hands cradled his chest unnaturally, and the left side of his school uniform jacket came off his shoulder and wrapped around his arm, revealing the turtleneck underneath. The photographer also made a close-up of the words "Tongzhou No. 1 Middle School" on the school uniform logo.
Wu Fengrong looked at this young face carefully, the expression on his face was fear and pain. He watched the haze of death and swallowed him step by step - intracranial hemorrhage would directly lead to a sharp increase in intracranial pressure, the brain would be squeezed, and all the brain material would move to the spinal cord, and finally died due to stagnation of breathing due to the compression of the brain stem. Injured patients with intracranial hemorrhage can die for a few days at most, and at least a few minutes in a short time. It is difficult to imagine the psychological torture and physical pain suffered by the injured during the whole process.
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