Zhao Mingkun was also silent at the moment, we looked at each other's eyes, and saw an inexplicable emotion rising from each other's eyes. I moved my body slowly, and unconsciously put my hands on Zhao Mingkun's stomach. Gently stroking, there was a horizontal scar on Zhao Mingkun's stomach, which was longer than the scar just now.
If I hadn't seen and felt this scar, I would never have believed that such ugliness and beauty were concentrated on one person. I gently touched every scar on Zhao Mingkun's body, imagining how these scars came about.
Zhao Mingkun just lay there quietly, neither stopping me nor speaking.
A scar went straight to Zhao Mingkun's chest, and my hand went up along the scar. A sadness welled up from the bottom of her heart. The scars were new and old, and it could be seen that many of them existed even when she was young. A girl, a beautiful girl was not cared for and grew up, but grew up bloody.
"These." I said slowly, "How did you do it?"
Zhao Mingkun was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and touched my face, and said with a very vicissitudes of feeling: "Every scar is a story, if there is a chance in the future, shall I tell you slowly? "
This tone is very gentle.
The feelings suppressed in my heart burst out in an instant, and I kissed Zhao Mingkun's lips.
At that moment, there were two lonely souls.
At that moment, time seemed to stop.
I didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that it would hurt Zhao Mingkun and cause Zhao Mingkun's wound to burst open again. The two of us are separated, I know, maybe there will never be such a chance in this life again. So when Zhao Mingkun said it to me slowly, I understood that it would be difficult to have such an opportunity in this life.
Life is short, and no one knows who will come first, the accident or tomorrow. Human beings have always been fragile, and life has always been easy to perish in a ruthless world.
The two of us lay back on the bed without looking at each other.
Silence after silence.
At this time, Zhao Mingkun said: "You made a phone call outside just now, if you don't go back as soon as possible, some people will suspect it. I'm not worried about you, I'm just afraid that you will hurt me."
I nodded seriously, and said to Zhao Mingkun: "Then take good care of yourself, the wounds on your body, this is not good."
Zhao Mingkun gritted his teeth and stood up, patted the wound lightly, and said, "I can take care of the rest by myself, so I don't need to bother you. If I can't even deal with this kind of injury, then it's okay if I die." It should."
As he said that, Zhao Mingkun gave me a wink.
Really strong people never seem to see their flaws as weaknesses, I suppose.
Take a taxi back to the mobile phone factory.
In the car, I just looked at my ankle, it was a bit red and swollen, and it didn't hurt if I didn't use my strength. Compared with Zhao Mingkun's wound, my ankle was a child's disease. Fortunately, if you don't run, it doesn't affect your walking, which is a blessing in misfortune.
When I returned to the mobile phone factory, the entire factory had been closed. The workers gathered in the open space outside and listened to director Liao talking about safety and confidentiality. After experiencing the blood mist, it is estimated that no one will dare to approach the splitter in the future.
Seeing that I was fine, Gu Chen and Guan Zengbin couldn't restrain the excitement on their faces, Gu Chen asked, "Did you see the murderer?"
Only then did I tell how Zhao Mingkun found the murderer, and how we fought wits and courage in the sewers. Of course, I replaced the protagonist of this story with me, and also omitted some of the most critical parts later.
Gu Chen scratched his head and said, "It would be great if I saw it at that time, and I must catch this kid."
Guan Zengbin said, "The murderer is really cunning. By the way, Wu Meng, come and take a look. The murderer has already left those handwriting on the wall. What happened to your foot?"
Compared with Gu Chen, Guan Zengbin is still very careful.
I sighed and said, "I fell in the sewer and twisted my foot."
When Guan Zengbin heard this, she squatted down and checked the wound on my ankle. She stretched out her hand to touch my foot, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't hurt any bone, just twisted it. I'll spray some on you when I get back." Medicine, it will be much better the next day."
Even so, Guan Zengbin still helped me to walk forward. I suddenly thought of the scene when I solved the case with Guan Zengbin just now. No one could understand the other, but before I knew it, the three of us seemed to have grown into a real family. But when such a mood appeared in my heart, I felt even more sorry for Guan Zengbin.
The grievances between Guan Zengbin and Zhao Mingkun could only end with life and death.
While thinking, I realized that I had come to the workshop.
In the workshop, many people are still busy investigating the surrounding traces, as if they want to search every corner of the workshop, but I understand that the murderer will never leave anything of himself. As for the English letters formed in the first case, it cannot be proved that they must belong to the murderer.
Guan Zengbin pointed to a wall and said, "Look there, the English alphabet is written on that wall."
I looked from a distance, and I could indeed see white writing on the light red wall, but it was hard to tell what was written.
Guan Zengbin said: "When the splitter is working, the temperature inside is very high. It is under the condition of high speed and high temperature that such a strange scene is created. And the higher temperature blood mist touches the cooler wall. It liquefied into blood beads and hung on the wall, and at this moment, someone saw the handwriting slowly emerging on the wall."
I understand this principle. I once investigated a case where the husband often created some "supernatural" phenomena in order to scare his wife crazy and monopolize the property. For example, use wax to write some scary words on the mirror, which cannot be seen in normal times, but when the wife takes a bath with hot water, the liquefied water droplets will cover the mirror surface, and the wax is so smooth that the water droplets cannot hang on it. On it, engraved writing was formed.
Presumably, the murderer did just that on the wall.
Guan Zengbin looked at the wall and continued: "It has been more than two hours now, and the handwriting on the wall is very unclear, but we took pictures and translated them."
"Or a grammatical sentence?" I asked.
Guan Zengbin nodded, thought for a moment, and said: "With my blood and my name, time will never cover up the evils hidden in the ancient night. Those that others call are the truth, and I call them the truth." For justice, the trial is coming to an end, and rebirth is coming, new life."
I waved my hand, still unable to understand the meaning of the letters left by the murderer, and what these words were talking about. They were still weird and confusing.
But I feel more and more that what Gu Chen said before is good, these words are like words of a spell seal. By now, I can almost conclude that this sentence is definitely not for us to read, and the murderer's intention is not to provoke.
He should be reserved for those who can understand the meaning of the sentence.
I walked up to the dividing machine and looked at it. The dividing machine had stopped working at this moment. The huge blades stopped in front of us, and we could even feel the cold light of its sharp blades. Many blades had been dyed bright red. Blood was still dripping from time to time.
"It was Lao Wang who died." I said, "Do you know?"
The two nodded, and Gu Chen said: "Well, someone saw Lao Wang walking here, and the next second, Lao Wang became like that..."
"What about the rest?" I asked again.
When he came in from here, the people led by Xiao Liu had disappeared, and he didn't know where they went.
"Xiao Liu?" Guan Zengbin glanced at me and said, "If you are asking him, he is now leading a team to search the sewer. I heard that the murderer ran from the sewer. Xiao Liu will not say anything. I got into the sewer without saying to bring someone, I don’t know what’s going on now, there’s no signal inside.”
"But that's it." Guan Zengbin said again: "You do have the smell of a sewer, go back and wash it, and then have a meal. Let's wait for news from Xiao Liu and the others, but since you haven't caught the murderer yet , Xiao Liu and the others probably won't be able to find anything."
I nodded, and that was the case.
I went back and changed all my clothes, took a shower, and ate a meal by the way. When the moon climbed up, Xiao Liu brought people back. And from Xiao Liu's expression, we can see that Xiao Liu has gained something this time, otherwise it would be impossible to laugh so happily.
I watched two of Xiao Liu's team members carry a big sack. The sack smelled bad, and I didn't know what it contained.
"What?" Guan Zengbin covered his nose: "So smelly?"
Xiao Liu snapped his fingers and said, "I found a lot of things in the sewer."
"What are you looking for?" Guan Zengbin asked puzzled.
Xiao Liu asked someone to dump the contents of the sack, and said, "We can be sure that the murderer will definitely not be one person, and the murderer must be a team."