The police car of the Changluowan Police Station had been parked on the road outside the pond. Lu Hui and Ji Fanyang got in the car, and the policeman sent by Director Li was in charge of driving.
"That..." Ji Fanyang hesitated to speak. He leaned forward slightly, looking a little cramped. He turned his head to see Lu Hui's expression clearly, "Do you want to talk about what happened in the morning?"
Lu Hui's face was hidden in the shadows: "What's the matter?"
Ji Fanyang wondered whether Lu Hui was really unconscious or deliberately ignored, he tried his best to describe it accurately: "In the morning, you stood by the pond, did you want to jump in?"
"Jump down?" Lu Hui raised his eyebrows and turned his head. Darkness appeared on his entire face, and there was real doubt in his pupils, "Why did I do this?"
Ji Fanyang shrank his shoulders. He just couldn't restrain his curiosity. He wanted to explore and dig out the secrets of other people's pain, and then heal them. This sounds ridiculous, but it is true. The persistence of speaking, the patience to make people with depression travel, and the ability to make people who are extremely dependent refuse. He wants to know Lu Hui's secret, stay by his side, and heal him.
"Do you want to commit suicide?" Ji Fanyang asked.
Hearing the word "suicide", Lu Hui expressed disgust: "People who commit suicide are cowards."
"Then you..." Ji Fanyang kept digging.
Lu Hui interrupted him roughly: "Stop asking stupid questions, we're not close." His temper was palpable, and the closer he got to a certain date, the more he couldn't control his temper.
Ji Fanyang closed his mouth.
There was silence in the carriage.
"Here we are." The police stopped the car slowly, and Lu Hui couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car.
Ji Fanyang followed his steps and walked into the file room of the police station together.
"The files of Li Yun's family." Lu Hui put his elbows on the wooden table, "All related."
"That's a big pile of documents." The female police officer on duty reminded.
Lu Huiyun glanced at Ji Fanyang, and said to the policewoman: "A certain energetic young man can finish it, so give me the file."
Ji Fanyang, who was forced to take over the errand, smiled wryly, reached out to take the file box from the policewoman, took two steps back, and said in surprise, "So many?"
"Criminal crimes are involved, can you not have too many?" The policewoman looked at Ji Fanyang sympathetically, "Enough for you to watch all night."
"Thank you very much." Lu Hui gloated from the side.
Ji Fanyang followed Lu Hui with his file box in his arms, stretched out his neck from the side to look at the road with great effort, and did not forget to complain: "It seems that I can't go back before dinner."
"I'll ask Rao Feifei to bring you meals." Lu Hui said without any psychological burden, "Young people, exercise more."
Fortunately, he didn't stay up all night alone, Ji Fanyang said secretly in his heart.
Almost broke the angel character.
The young policeman led them into an empty office: "You can check documents here, the water dispenser and tea are under the window, and the duty room is always occupied."
"Okay, thank you." Ji Fanyang put the file box on the table and heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Lu Hui, "Would the Lu group want to read it together?"
"Do I look stupid?" Lu Hui quickly acted as the shopkeeper, and walked to the door, "Call Feifei Rao and the others to the police station when it's almost six o'clock, and I'll go for a walk."
"Where are you going?" Ji Fanyang asked.
"Go to the bar and chat up two or three hot beauties to have a big quilt." Lu Hui grabbed the doorknob with his right hand, "Look at your documents carefully, I don't mind sending you back to your parents if I miss a line of information. "
Ji Fanyang sighed, watching Lu Hui walk out of the police station in a big way.
Lu Hui wandered aimlessly in the downtown area of Changluowan County. He was a middle-aged man who was slovenly and lonely, and his emotional life was close to zero. In the vast world, everyone's soul is a lighted candle, but Lu Hui's candle was extinguished in July when he was fifteen years old, and the pain poured down his head, drenching him completely.
Dragging a broken leg, he staggered and crawled away from the abandoned factory, curled up beside the road like a lone wolf who had lost its territory, whimpering.
The sound of car tires rubbing against the asphalt road whizzed past his ears. Few people noticed the bruised and ragged teenager lying on his stomach on the side of the road. The scorching sun scorched the ground, and thirst was the only thing he could feel.
Two days of hunger had made him dizzy, he couldn't live, he thought, he couldn't live.
Lu Hui found a quiet park and sat on a brown-yellow lacquered bench next to a thick sycamore tree. Every year at the end of July, he would sit alone for a while. Of course, he was basically alone at other times.
He lowered his right hand and stroked the calf of his right leg. There was a fracture there, and it took three months to heal. Lu Hui was like this leg, which was severely broken and healed up bit by bit with tenacious perseverance. , it looks like he's back to health, but he hasn't.
The scars on the bones were still there, and Lu Hui was still seriously ill.
There are two little boys on the lawn in the distance, chasing and playing with each other, their laughter is sharp, like thousands of needles piercing the eardrums, one little boy pushes the other down on the lawn, and the other is lying on the lawn I can't get up and roll around.
Lu Hui looked at it seriously, looking at it with a mixed emotion of inquiry and disgust, like admiring an art painting, or reading a research report, always looking for some meaning.
One little boy stretched out his hand to pull the other up, and the other handed it to him, and he was dragged up reluctantly. The parents in the distance shouted, and the two little boys ran away together.
Lu Hui's expression at this moment is not recalling the past. He never compares others with himself, or applies other people to himself. He doesn't know how to feel sorry for himself, and neither will he.
Lu Hui unscrewed the mineral water in his hand and took a sip. A gray pigeon with one eye blind stopped on the other side of the bench. Lu Hui raised his hand to drive it away. It patted Lu Hui's back impatiently with its wings. But the hands don't fly up.
Lu Hui can still think of the smell of that abandoned factory, and it is still fresh in his memory, mixed with the stench of bat and mouse droppings, blood, the metallic smell of leaking pipes, and the sour smell of rotting leaves, accompanied by the steaming heat of summer. His nasal passages made him sick to his stomach.
The blind pigeon sat safely on the bench. It may be old, its feathers are no longer plump, and the tips of its wings are also bumpy. Lu Hui flicked its wings, and the blind pigeon turned its neck to nudge him.
An old man and a blind pigeon were sitting on the same chair, Lu Hui thought, he needs a professional photographer, this must be a very interesting photo.
The sun is slanting to the west, and it is almost time for dinner.
A burst of vigorous footsteps interrupted Lu Hui's contemplation. The young man appeared in his sight, panting, and the blind pigeon flew away. Lu Hui looked at the young man displeasedly: "I've finished reading the information ?”
"Feifei is here, I'll come out to rest for a while." Ji Fanyang leaned on the bench and sat beside Lu Hui, the sweat of young people mixed with the smell of washing powder surrounded Lu Hui.
Lu Hui stared at Ji Fanyang: "You are really not suitable for lying, I will tell Gao Ju that I will not let you go on an undercover mission."
Ji Fanyang smiled awkwardly and said, "Miss Lu called me..."
With an expression of "I guessed it long ago", Lu Hui stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time to eat."
The young man took a breath and followed Lu Hui's pace step by step.
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