The episode at the subway station didn't take too long. After happily walking with Mr. Werewolf all the way, Dr. Shang regretfully gave up temporarily the urge to cut another piece of flesh from him. Saying goodbye to him, he quickly walked out of the platform with the flow of people.
There is no sun and moon in the emergency department, and it has been more than a month since the last time I went home. Although she said she was reluctant, Shang Haojia, who was physically honest, trotted all the way upstairs, preparing to give her parents a full-fledged massage. A warm embrace of the smell of disinfectant.
It's a pity that the warm hug was ruthlessly stamped out by the key that couldn't get in.
Shang Haojia stood at the door, looking at the key in his hand that had been with him for twenty years, and he would never admit the wrong door. He raised his head to look at the house number, and finally fell into deep thinking about life.
No one listened to the doorbell, and there was no sound in the house. Shang Haojia spent three seconds deciding whether to call his parents or climb up to the seventh floor with his bare hands. Finally, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed it.
For this typical family of two criminal police officers, it is obviously a matter of luck to get through the phone smoothly. Although the two elders have reached the age of retirement, at least from Shang Haojia's point of view, it is still a very difficult achievement to successfully connect with their parents.
After making two phone calls but no one answered, Shang Haojia's finger hovered over the column marked with the work phone number for a while, but finally did not press it. Just as he was about to surrender himself to the Municipal Criminal Investigation Corps, the door across from him suddenly opened.
"Xiao Jia—how did you come here?"
The old man at the opposite door was kind-hearted but energetic. As soon as he saw Shang Haojia, he greeted him affectionately: "Your parents moved to the city a long time ago. The house here is for rent, don't you know?"
"..."
Shang Haojia was silent for a moment, then shook his head painfully and decisively.
Seeing his reaction, the old man was not surprised in the slightest—after all, a family who can give their child such a name can understand anything their neighbors do to a certain extent.
"They left me the keys and said that if anyone comes to rent the house, they will show them."
The old man took out a key from the box in the entrance, stuffed it into his hand, and patted his back comfortingly: "It's getting late now, and going to the city is not enough trouble, it's better to stay here first One night. But the furniture inside is almost emptied, and there is probably nothing left in the refrigerator—have you eaten? If you haven’t eaten, come to our house and ask your aunt to cook for you.”
"No, no, no, thank you, Uncle Hao. I happened to have an appointment for a while to go out to eat with friends, so I won't bother you and me."
Shang Haojia was naturally embarrassed to trouble others with such a big lala, so he quickly took the key and thanked him sincerely. The old man waved his hand with a smile, and told him to lock the door when he was alone at home, and finally closed the door gently.
Shang Haojia was left standing alone at the door of his house, moved to tears by the great family affection.
"Let me tell you—I finally understand now that it was indeed a mistake for me to abandon forensic science and go to clinical practice, but the blame for this mistake is my own..."
Throwing himself on the only hard bed that didn't even have a cushion, Shang Haojia finally couldn't help but took out his phone, and reported to An Muxi, who was far away in the laboratory, about his bumpy journey of finding relatives: To be honest, I think I have already started to think about whether the bed in the morgue will be more comfortable than this."
"You don't want to go to the morgue to sleep again—don't you, your parents didn't even leave you with the air conditioner?"
The other person was obviously already familiar with his habits, and asked sympathetically. Shang Haojia looked at the faintly bright flashlight above the bed with mixed feelings, and sighed full of the hardships of life: "The air conditioner is left, but the electricity bill is gone..."
"How about I send you a red envelope, and you go out and find a hotel to open a room for a night."
This summer seemed to be particularly sweltering. Hearing that not only did his friend not have an air conditioner, but he couldn't even use a fan, An Muxi's voice was immediately filled with schadenfreude and sympathy.
"No, I do have money—I just didn't expect my parents to move without telling me."
Shang Haojia sighed sadly, jumped up from the bed, and planned to at least open the window to let in the air: "No one answers the phone now, and I don't know what case I have accepted..."
"If you have a case, don't want a son. Don't your parents always have this style?"
The voice on the other side couldn't help but smiled a little, obviously recalling the past: "I still remember when you were in the first year of graduate school, you stole rabbits and went back to raise them in the dormitory, and you were criticized by the whole school, and the instructor wanted to talk to your parents It turned out that your parents happened to have some big case in hand, and they ordered a rabbit from the Internet and mailed it to the school as compensation, but it was still a lop-eared rabbit... "
"That incident was a huge injustice—what am I raising a rabbit for? I obviously planned to stew it for dinner at night, but who knew that there would be a surprise inspection in the afternoon?"
The window finally felt a little cooler, Shang Haojia simply raised his legs and sat on the window sill, and protested dissatisfiedly: "Besides—what's wrong with the lop-eared rabbit, how cute the lop-eared rabbit is..."
He had always been used to messing around with acquaintances. The ending was slightly prolonged, and because of Xia Ye's sultry, nasal sound, it suddenly showed some inexplicable boyishness.
"Okay, okay—don't play this trick on me. The professors won't eat me. How old I am, I'm not afraid to make others laugh."
The other party was obviously used to his posture, so he couldn't help but lightly reprimanded him with a smile.
Shang Haojia yawned, rubbed his sleepy and swollen eyes, and looked out of the window disapprovingly: "Stop talking, how can a loner like me-"
His words suddenly stopped halfway, because he suddenly saw a face outside the window.
Such a face is easy to please in the usual sense. Because even though it is indeed a little too pale, but the bridge of the nose is high and the brows are deep, the facial contours are sharp and angular, and there is an elegant and gentle smile on the face. However, the so-called "normal" definition obviously does not include windows on the seventh floor without guardrails under normal circumstances.
As an emergency doctor who loves science, Shang Haojia is not afraid of ghosts, but he still took three seconds to weigh whether he should smash his phone at that face.
"What's the matter—you finally fell off the ledge?"
There was genuine concern from the other end of the phone, Shang Haojia took a breath, met the gentle gaze of the vampire, gritted his back molars and said in a low voice: "Tell me later, I have something to do."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, and raised his head to look at the uninvited guest in front of him: "Mr. Wei, can you explain your current behavior?"
"I heard my werewolf friend accidentally mention that I met Dr. Shang on the subway and had a very cordial and friendly conversation with you."
Wei Long stared at him with a smile, and her midnight-like pupils were filled with a kind but not annoying smile: "Please forgive me for being so emotional, but your smell is so alluring that I was caught in my body. Driven by a mysterious impulse, I searched all the way."
"Being told by a vampire that my smell is alluring, I don't know why, I don't seem to feel anything to be happy about."
Shang Haojia shook his head resentfully, opened the window a little more, turned sideways and asked him to jump in from the outside: "This vampire sir from the Middle Ages, I have a small request."
"Actually, according to our theory, I should be called 'Your Highness', but these are just innocuous details—please tell me, Doctor Shang, is there anything I can do for you?"
Wei Long lightly jumped in from the window, dusted off his stiff suit jacket, and looked at him with a smile.
Not to be outdone, Shang Haojia tilted his head, supported the window sill with one hand, and stood firmly on the ground: "There is only one request - can the wording be a little more plain when I speak next time? Every time I talk to you, I will I feel like I have time-traveled into a dubbed film... "
"certainly."
Just as Wei Long took a breath and was about to answer, she suddenly remembered the other party's request. Considerately swallowed back the unspoken words, then smiled and winked at him: "Actually, if possible, I would rather use my eyes to convey my inner feelings to you—seeing my eyes, you will remember what?"
Shang Haojia looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly supported his shoulder with one hand, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and shook it towards his pupils.
Wei Long watched his movements curiously, raised her hand and waved in front of the beam of the flashlight: "Excuse me for being a newcomer, is this a special etiquette?"
"No, it's a basic check."
Shang Haojia shook his head and patted him on the shoulder: "The pupils on both sides are dilated, and the light reflection is not obvious—the only thing I can think of is to inform your family members of mourning."