The familiar nursery outside the villa became overgrown because no one took care of it. After Song Yuhang checked his fingerprints, the iron gate slid open with a "tick".
She held on to the door and walked in staggeringly, thinking that she would be able to see her sitting in the courtyard as soon as she entered, but who knew that there was no one there.
Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he wandered in the courtyard like a wandering ghost, speaking plausibly.
"Lin Yan, Yan Yan, come out, don't hide from me..." With a hoarse voice, she pushed open the glass door of the hall.
The window grilles pasted before I left are still there, making the whole house look much more festive.
But the flowers in the vase had withered and decayed, exuding a breath of death.
The shiny furniture was covered with a layer of dust.
There are also two pairs of couple slippers on the shoe rack at the door.
Song Yuhang opened the cloakroom and searched among the piles of clothes: "Lin Yan, don't hide, this game is not fun at all..."
The huge cloakroom was quiet, her clothes were neatly hung on it, as if no one had visited.
Song Yuhang staggered out and ran to the kitchen, bathroom, bathroom, gym, and even her laboratory to find them.
There was still her breath in the air, but the person was gone.
Song Yuhang almost collapsed during such a long search process. She burst into tears unconsciously while searching, fell down in front of the steps again, gritted her teeth and climbed to the second floor, as if that was her only hope.
"You rubbish, last time a man was naked and hugged me up and down the stairs."
"Blame me? You wait for me to recover and try."
"There's a bathroom upstairs."
"I'm going downstairs."
As she crawled, she seemed to be able to see the tall police officer passing by with the petite woman in his arms.
Song Yuhang bent his lips and stretched out his hand to catch it, but the image disappeared again.
The door of Lin Yan's room is close at hand.
She stopped in a timid manner, and took out the ring box from her trouser pocket, hesitating for a while about what posture and expression to give it to her.
Song Yuhang wiped away his tears with his sleeve, tried to force a smile, and talked to himself while clutching the small ring box.
"Lin Yan, Yan Yan... Marry me... no, should you kneel first and then talk, or talk first and then kneel..."
"Will she like it? Will she think it's too cheap..." Song Yuhang lowered his head, looked at the cuff of his hospital gown, and suddenly realized.
"Is it too hasty?" She hesitated, stroked her hair, and tidied up her messy clothes.
"Why did I come here dressed like this, I should go back to take a shower and change clothes..."
Song Yuhang muttered to himself.
The draft passed by, and with a soft "creak", the unlocked door was slowly blown open.
Her heart rose to her throat almost instantly, she didn't even look at it, she just closed her eyes and held the ring box with both hands and handed it out, completely forgetting the draft she had just typed.
"Lin... Lin Yan... marry you... no, no, I want to marry you... nor... marry... marry me..."
His tongue seemed to be tied, and he spoke incoherently and incoherently.
Song Yuhang closed his eyes, his heart beating like a drum, waiting for an answer.
But waiting and waiting, the standing legs and feet are numb, and only the wind in the corridor is blowing.
She didn't open her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
"I know I have no money, I can't give you the best diamond ring, and I'm just a little policeman, I can't give you a better material life, but I will work hard, work hard, and give you all my money, my savings , real estate certificate, provident fund, social security card are all fine... I can give it to you."
"I can still give you a lot of love, meticulous love, all-out love, unparalleled love."
"I don't need anything in return from you, and I don't want you to be under pressure. I just want you to understand that I am willing to do all of this."
These words should have been spoken to her a long time ago, but now they can only be poured out in the air.
Song Yuhang took a step forward and extended his arms: "Lin Yan, if you want, can you hug me?"
No one answered her.
The wind rushed into her arms, bringing a chill.
Song Yuhang forced a smile: "No, it's okay, you... don't hide... I can hug you."
She took another step forward, and her toes touched a hard object. Song Yuhang wept with joy, stretched out his hand and threw himself into the softness.
She lifted the quilt excitedly: "Lin Yan—"
The smile suddenly froze on his face.
She turned the bed upside down like crazy.
The sheets, quilts, and pillows all fell to the ground, but there was still nothing.
Song Yuhang's eyes turned red, and he looked under the bed: "Lin Yan, don't hide..."
still none.
Her lips were trembling, she was very sad, she got up in three steps at a time, and opened her wardrobe.
"Don't hide, don't hide, I won't propose, don't ask... Can you come out?"
The huge room is tidy, but there are not many places where people can hide.
Song Yuhang glanced at it hastily, and the breeze blew the door, and she stumbled and ran out.
"Lin Yan!"
The corridor was empty.
She ran to her study, her favorite place to stay, opened the door excitedly, and wasted again.
An unsigned and unfolded Thousand Paper Crane lay quietly on the desk.
Song Yuhang picked it up carefully and held it in his arms.
"You folded it, right? You must still be there, right?" She looked at the blue paper crane, slapped her head, and rushed out the door.
"By the way, attic, attic, she must be there."
This is Lin Yan's secret base, which is locked all year round.
Song Yuhang didn't have a key, so he banged his shoulder on the wooden door desperately, and some dust fell from the top, dyeing his pitch-black hair gray-white.
Her shoulders hurt, and the skin quickly frayed, and the thin fabric was stained with blood.
Song Yuhang vented his strength and fell to the ground, gritting his teeth, feeling the pain in his heart.
"Okay, you're not coming out, are you? Then I, I'll..." She looked around and got up from the ground.
"I'll just throw away your most beloved clothes, your cosmetics, all the wine in your cabinet, and your thousand paper cranes..."
"You don't want...don't you?"
Song Yuhang, who hadn't been waiting for an answer for a long time, started acting like a child who couldn't get his favorite toy, destroying her house arbitrarily and unreasonably.
She rummaged through her room, threw the clothes in the cloakroom on the floor, took out the expensive red wine from the wine cabinet, opened it and drank it, coughing repeatedly as she choked.
With tears in her eyes, she leaned against the cabinet and looked at the mess: "You don't even want me...?"
That night, she couldn't count how many times she ran upstairs and downstairs, how many bottles of red wine were opened, and how many tears she shed.
Until the end, the door of the attic was smashed open with a hammer, but there was still no one there. Exhausted, she just hugged a wine bottle and fell asleep on the cold floor.
In the early morning of the next day, Song Yuhang woke up with a headache, seeing the mess all over the floor, regretted it too much.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Hanan, I have to pack it up quickly, otherwise she will be unhappy when she comes back..."
With plausible words, she went to pick up the clothes scattered at the door, but was caught off guard by a pair of leather shoes and couldn't pick them up.
She looked down the straight trouser legs, a smile froze on her face.
The other party was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his uniform was neat, and he wore an inspection badge on his chest. He held out his ID card to her.
"The People's Procuratorate of Jiangcheng City, according to the law, seized the property under the name of Lin Yan, the forensic doctor of the Technical Investigation Division of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau. Please do not hinder us from performing official duties."
Song Yuhang was stunned, watching his mouth open and close, she couldn't understand what he said, she only heard the word "deceased".
She stood up suddenly, grabbed the other party's collar and yelled: "Dead?! What does it mean to be deceased? Tell me the fuck?!"
Her hair was disheveled, and she smelled of alcohol, no one recognized that she was the high-spirited Song Yuhang, Captain Song.
Seeing her making a move, several bailiffs rushed up to stop her.
Song Yuhang watched helplessly as they counted Lin Yan's belongings and moved things out of the house.
Her designer bags, luxury clothes, expensive high heels, cellar of red wine...
Even small items.
Accidentally knocked over vases, candlesticks and decorations bought together, messy tablecloths, shoe racks torn down, couple slippers dropped on the floor, the fluffy rabbit ears on them were trampled and dirty.
Song Yuhang's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted hysterically: "Don't touch it, don't touch it! Stop it, stop it!"
Several bailiffs could barely hold her down, and in the confusion, they didn't know who kicked her.
Song Yuhang's knees softened, and he fell to his knees and struggled with a plop, his fists raining down like raindrops.
Several staff members went upstairs again, carrying furniture, Lin Yan's fitness equipment, tables and chairs...
At a glance, she saw that the person walking at the end was holding a few glass bottles in his hands, which were full of her paper cranes, and was tentatively going downstairs.
Song Yuhang didn't know where the strength came from, he gritted his teeth and got up, kicked and kicked, tore and bit, rushed out of the encirclement, and smashed it with his fists clenched.
"I told you not to touch it!"
The staff was caught off guard, nosebleeds splattered, and they howled in a high-pitched voice: "Crazy, crazy, why are you still standing there, throw this crazy woman out!"
Several tall and burly bailiffs came up to tear her again. Song Yuhang snatched the glass bottle from his arms, hugged her tightly, and let others beat and kick her and would not let go. In the end, she was taken with the bottle. Throw it out the door.
She knocked on the steps, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, the glass bottle broke on the road, and colorful origami cranes were scattered all over the ground.
This is Lin Yan's dream, Lin Yan's hope, her passion for forensic science, and her awe of the dead.
It is also her tattered but spotless innocent heart.
Now the heart is lying on the road, thrown in the mud.
Song Yuhang went crazy, rushed over to wrap his arms around her, and wrapped her sleeves together, picking up her dusty dreams one by one.
The bottle was broken and couldn't be filled anymore, so she stuffed it into her own pocket. The two pockets on her clothes were all bulging, and the pockets of her trousers were also stuffed to the brim.
Song Yuhang picked it up while crying, and held it in her hands when there was no place to pretend. She was walking on her knees, dropping while walking.
Some fell into the nursery and were covered with mud. She picked them up and blew them off, peeled off the mud, and carefully carried them into her arms.
A car passed by, the dust raised up blinded the sight, and the paper crane in his hand was blown out again by the wind.
Song Yuhang was in a hurry to pick it up, and a hand had already picked it up for her.
She looked overjoyed: "Lin Yan, you're back—"
The smile gradually froze on his face.
Jing Zhe was wearing black clothes and a peaked cap, which covered her exaggerated red hair.
He took out a familiar object from behind and handed it to her.
One word made her burst into tears.
"Miss' belongings, return to the original owner."
After a hard battle, the repaired mechanical stick was mottled and disfigured. The tip of the stick was bent, and the sprayed paint fell off again. The dark red color on it was blood.
Song Yuhang didn't reach out to take it, she gritted her teeth, her eyes were red, and said grimly: "What do you mean by relic, please explain clearly."
Jing Zhe has a mixed-race face, but she doesn't like to smile, and doesn't like to talk much, that face is usually expressionless, but now she closed her eyes a little and frowned.
Song Yuhang read a trace of sadness from his expression.
"Tell me! Relic... what do you mean?" She bit the word "relic" hard, and her heart was bleeding when she said it.
Jing Zhe moved the stick a little further: "When I followed her order to send the person to the hospital and then turned back, everything was over, and there was only this left on the bridge."
"Later when I rushed to the hospital, the rescue was over..."
Song Yuhang survived, but Lin Yan passed away due to his serious injuries.
Jing Zhe paused for a moment, Song Yuhang had already pounced on him, tightly clutching his shoulder.
The eyes were bloodshot: "You lied! You are talking nonsense! She promised me that I would live a good life, and live a good life!"
Jing Zhe pushed her hand away and took a step back.
"I've seen her, in the morgue."
One sentence made Song Yuhang feel like being struck by lightning, she staggered back two steps, her eyes went dark, just about to say something, she became anxious, coughed repeatedly, and tears fell down.
She covered her lips, and little spots of blood splashed onto the hospital gown.
Jing Zhe seemed to be unable to bear it, and gave her a hand: "You have to go to the hospital."
Song Yuhang waved the person away, she shook her head and struggled.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you are all lying to me, lying to me..."
Jing Zhe: "Miss has saved my life, I only take orders from her, I will not lie to you."
Song Yuhang wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his lips, shook his head and smiled, and then wept while smiling.
"Hehe... hahaha... I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it... unless she comes to me personally and tells me that she doesn't want to live anymore... She promised me that she would not commit suicide so easily... She promised me that she would marry me... "
Seeing her like this, Jing Zhe knew it would be useless to talk, so she gently placed the mechanical stick beside her, nodded and left.
"Miss told me a long time ago that she fell in love with someone, a woman named Song Yuhang."
"She said that her purpose of living is only for revenge, and she doesn't know how long she can live, so she dare not be tempted."
"Miss Song, I think she... really likes you."
"If there is a need in the future, Jingzhe will be there on call."
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After Jing Zhe left, she didn't know how long she sat here alone, until a well-meaning person on the side of the road handed her a tissue.
"Miss, are you all right?"
Only then did she realize that she had been crying.
"No, nothing." Song Yuhang forced a smile, and tears welled up again. She stumbled to her feet, opened the corner of her clothes, wrapped up all the thousand paper cranes that fell on the ground, and limped just like that , Walked home in a daze.
She didn't have a mobile phone, didn't bring any money with her, and couldn't get a taxi, so she went from day to night, from the suburbs to the city center, and was still wearing the thin hospital gown when she came out of the hospital, in the cold weather of early spring. Shivering from the cold wind, his face was pale and his lips were blue.
By the time I walked home, there were blood blisters on my feet.
Song's mother welcomed him into the warm room with distress, and she was about to cry: "Where did you go, if you can't find your mother again, you will call the police."
Song Yuhang's tears had been dried by the wind long ago, and he smiled with the corners of his lips: "Mom, find me a glass bottle."
Mother Song looked at her big bag of thousand origami cranes in puzzlement, but she still brought things for her.
Song Yuhang put them in one by one: "One thousand, one thousand and one, one thousand and two..."
Until all the origami cranes all over her body were put in, she suddenly burst into tears.
"It's over, there are still so many missing, Lin Yan will definitely blame me for not taking good care of her things when she comes back."
"Yuhang..." Mother Song seemed to want to comfort her.
She stood up like nothing happened.
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower."
With that said, he walked to the bathroom in a daze.
Turn on the shower, turn the Yuba to the maximum, the sewage rolled down from the head, and the floor tiles at Song Yuhang's feet seeped reddish blood.
She trembled, hugged herself tightly, and finally let herself cry in the quiet and closed environment.
Song's mother was heartbroken when she heard it outside.
She took that bath for a long time, until late at night, until the skin on her body was soaked, until the wound was swollen, and the white flesh was turned out.
Song Yuhang went out wearing slippers, but what she didn't expect was that Song's mother and Ji Jingxing were still awake.
They sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for her.
Song Yuhang walked over with his head buried: "Sister, I'll sleep in my brother's room."
Mother Song patted the seat beside her: "Yu Hang, come and sit."
Ji Jingxing also forced a smile: "Yes, Xiao Wei is asleep too, let's chat."
Song Yuhang didn't move, looked at their cautious and nervous expressions, smiled wryly: "Sister, back then my brother... did you ever think about going with him?"
Ji Jingxing nodded and shook his head: "I thought about it, but there is Xiaowei, and my parents, mom, you, I can't do this."
"That's it, I am the same." Song Yuhang's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help crying.
On the way back today, she wanted to step into the turbulent traffic for countless moments, but remembering her words of persuasion to Lin Yan, she held back.
This life of hers was bought by her. If she really did this, she would meet her in the underworld. Lin Yan probably jumped up and slapped her hard, spraying spittle on her face, scolding her for being useless and useless, and never interacting with her.
Mother Song stood up tremblingly, took her daughter's hand, pushed her to sit on the sofa, with tears in her eyes.
"Mom knows that Yanyan is a good child... If she is alive in heaven, she must also hope that you will live well, be healthy, and be safe."
Song Yuhang choked up and threw himself into his mother's arms: "Mom, I'm alive, but I'm already dead."
"Mom knows, mom knows, everything will be fine, ah, everything will be fine..." Song's mother was tearful, and she also pulled Ji Jingxing, who was tearful, into her arms, and patted them on the back.
"Whether it's you, Jing Xing, or Xiao Wei... everything will be fine, everything will pass..."
In her mother's arms, she finally felt a long-lost warmth.
She knew that even for the sake of the family who loved her, and for the fact that the mastermind behind the scenes had not been revealed, she should live a good life, but there seemed to be a big hole in her heart, and the wind leaked out, blowing her internal organs All hurt.
And this pain will be with her for the rest of her life.
Song Yuhang knew that she would never get better again, never again.
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After Song Yuhang locked himself in a dark room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, he used his mother's mobile phone to call Jing Zhe.
On the other end of the phone, she said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see people when I'm alive, and I want to see a corpse when I die. Where is she buried? I want to find her."