Meng Zhoushan's bedroom was actually very clean, and there was nothing to clean. He found a set of pajamas from the closet and was about to hand it to Sui Yuesheng, but suddenly realized that it would be difficult for him to take a bath alone with his disabled legs.
Thinking of this, Meng Zhoushan paused and fell into a dilemma.
To be fair, they had just met. From Meng Zhoushan's perspective, if he had disabled legs, he would definitely not want others to help him take a bath, which would be inappropriate.
But there was no handrail in the bathroom for disabled people to use. It was not safe for Sui Yuesheng to wash by himself.
Just as Meng Zhoushan was lost in thought, Sui Yuesheng rolled his wheelchair to the bedroom door. Because of his long-term malnutrition, his clothes looked a little empty, and he seemed to be a little puzzled as to why Meng Zhoushan hadn't come out yet: "Uncle?"
Meng Zhoushan came back to his senses, handed him a set of cotton pajamas, and paused before saying, "Do you want me to help you take a bath?"
He finally asked this question, as if it was just an ordinary greeting and concern.
Sui Yuesheng took the pajamas and paused for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay, wash it yourself."
He looked around, saw a small plastic stool in the corner, and asked Meng Zhoushan: "Can I borrow the stool?"
Meng Zhoushan knew that he wanted to sit on it to wash, so he went over to help him put the stool into the bathroom. Sui Yuesheng said thank you and was about to push the wheelchair in when a man's deep voice sounded behind him: "Do you need help?"
Meng Zhoushan didn't know how Sui Yuesheng would crawl onto the bench in such an awkward position, but it was good to be able to solve some troublesome procedures for him. He leaned over the wheelchair slightly, and the cold gold-rimmed glasses almost touched Nian's forehead. He asked for permission: "I'll carry you in?"
The air was silent for a moment.
Sui Yuesheng unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.
Meng Zhoushan waited for a long time but got no answer. He was about to stand up because Sui Yuesheng was unwilling, but Yi Miao Nian quietly reached out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around his neck: "Uncle..."
His eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes. His dark hair was soft and smooth, and his collar revealed a thin white neck. His body seemed to be only black and white, pure and contradictory.
"Thanks… "
In the warm yellow light of the bathroom, Nian stared intently at the man's profile, but his eyes were not innocent.
Meng Zhoushan didn't notice Sui Yuesheng's gaze. He leaned over and picked him up from the wheelchair, put him on the bathroom bench, and then took the towel from the washstand and put it within reach: "Call me if you need anything, I'm right here."
Sui Yuesheng nodded.
Meng Zhoushan then left the bathroom and closed the door.
The system beeped at the right time: Ding, please pay attention, the villain's blackening degree has dropped to 99, please continue to work hard~
Meng Zhoushan paused for a moment after hearing this, and then returned to normal. He was the host with the most problems, and he seemed to have no interest in those dark degrees.
The bloodstains on the glass window had been wiped clean, and the light reflected the scene of the living room. Meng Zhoushan stared at the dark night outside the window, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and looked thoughtful.
A lot of things happened tonight. Anyone would be frightened and panicked, but Sui Yuesheng was much calmer than Meng Zhoushan had imagined.
Meng Zhoushan had recorded the time of death and identity information of all the victims before, but this time they were all messed up. There was no doubt that Ouroboros would not commit crimes in the same order as before.
This organization may have many people or only two people. But as long as they cultivate a loyal "believer", they can commit countless crimes quietly.
Meng Zhoushan thought of the attacker he had met before his death, and the mastermind behind the shooting. All the identity information of the murderer was unknown, and the only clue was the red birthmark on the other party's palm.
Red birthmark...
The cigarette was half burned and burned his fingertips. Meng Zhoushan came back to his senses, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and sent a message to Yan Yuezhao. But he was probably too worried about the two bodies to check his phone.
The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. Perhaps because of her inconvenient legs and feet, Sui Yuesheng took many times longer than an average person to take off her clothes.
Meng Zhoushan sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, opened his notebook, and used a pen to cross out all the times of the murders he had previously recorded.
Since things have changed, we should not be obsessed with previous cases, as they will only interfere with our judgment.
The hooligans living upstairs are jobless and have no proper jobs. The men often go to the streets to extort money from students from nearby schools, while the women are suspected of engaging in sex trade.
Bad habits die hard, and this fits the criteria for ouroboros to kill people.
So who will be the other party’s target
Meng Zhoushan looked up at the ceiling. There was a sharp flash in his eyes hidden behind the lenses, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and see the scene above clearly.
The mother-in-law who lived on the sixth floor was in the kitchen sorting out the sundries she had stolen from the market. She was sharp-tongued and her words were like a blade coated with arsenic as she cursed her timid daughter-in-law.
The man who lived on the seventh floor wore a torn white vest, and his skin was loose and pale, like chicken skin. He raised his binoculars and spied on the beautiful young female tenant in the building opposite.
On the eighth floor lived a migrant worker who had just got a job as an insurance salesperson. She put on delicate and beautiful makeup in front of the mirror, feeling sorry for herself while worrying about her performance.
Ninth floor…
Meng Zhoushan's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise coming from the bathroom, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He immediately stood up and went to the door, knocking on it with his fingers: "Are you okay?"
"fine… "
Nian Ruchang's voice came from inside, but it was not clear through the door: "I'm getting dressed, don't come in..."
Meng Zhoushan paused for a moment and said, "Then put on your clothes and call me."
Sui Yuesheng: "Okay."
There was a door and fog filled the room. Sui Yuesheng fell down on the tile floor without knowing when. He held the bench with one hand and tried to stand up with the other hand to sit back down, but he slipped again and again.
Sui Yuesheng gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound. His quiet and dark eyes were filled with silent cruelty. His arms were throbbing with blue veins because of the tension. He tried his best to support himself and crawled to the bench in an awkward manner.
"… "
Meng Zhoushan leaned against the bathroom door quietly, looking down, not knowing what he was thinking. He seemed to sigh in a trance, but it was hard to hear. After an unknown amount of time, Sui Yuesheng's voice finally rang out from inside: "Uncle, I'm done."
Meng Zhoushan stood up straight after hearing this and opened the bathroom door. Sui Yuesheng was sitting on the bench and had changed his clothes by himself. However, due to his restricted posture, his pants were a little wrinkled and not neat.
Meng Zhoushan went in and carried him out, then put him on the bed in the bedroom. During this time, his legs were hanging quietly, without any response and without any vitality.
Meng Zhoushan suddenly recalled what Yan Yuezhao had said to him last time:
"We went to the hospital to investigate. Before Sui Yuesheng's leg was broken by his uncle, he had actually stood up. There was a 50% chance of recovery, so it's not impossible for him to commit the crime..."
Sui Yuesheng was sitting on the bed, preparing to straighten her wrinkled pants, when Meng Zhoushan suddenly leaned over and held her slender ankle: "How did you hurt your leg?"
The man's palm was dry and warm, with calluses on his fingertips from years of holding pens, causing a slight itch when pressed against his skin. The pale, thin ankle in his hand was like a delicate and fragile work of art, which would break with a slight pinch.
Sui Yuesheng unconsciously clenched the bed sheet with her fingertips: "There was a car accident..."
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and observed his expression changes: "No feeling?"
Sui Yuesheng shook his head: "No."
Meng Zhoushan said nothing. His slender fingertips slowly moved up along the young man's ankle, then quietly reached into his trouser leg, stroking his delicate calf, pressing it lightly from time to time, with a subtle force that made him itch like crazy:
"You really don't feel anything?"
Sui Yuesheng shook her head gently: "No..."
Meng Zhoushan's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly confused. His fingertips continued to move upwards, but at this moment, Sui Yuesheng suddenly pressed him through his pants and asked anxiously, "Uncle, what are you doing..."
His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and he looked a little scared. A tear silently fell from his eye socket, seeping into the fabric and landing on the back of Meng Zhoushan's hand.
Meng Zhoushan suddenly felt himself being burned, and he retracted his hand: "..."
He looked at Sui Yuesheng's slightly red eyes and was stunned for a moment: "I just... want to see your injury..."
Sui Yuesheng didn't say anything, even his crying was silent. He lowered his head, tears falling drop by drop, wetting his knees, and his red eyes were particularly obvious.
Meng Zhoushan obviously didn't know how to coax people. He took out some papers from the bedside table, wiped Sui Yuesheng's tears, and said softly: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to see your injury..."
Sui Yuesheng looked up at him, her eyes were red, and her nose was also red. After a long time, she spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse: "I lost feeling in my legs a long time ago..."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and slowly pulled up his trouser leg, exposing his right leg to the air, with a dent at the knee.
Sui Yuesheng stared at Meng Zhoushan and said softly, "I cut off a piece of flesh with a knife, but I still didn't feel anything..."
His frail appearance was so contradictory to these extreme words, making people feel creepy as the night was surging.
"… "
Meng Zhoushan didn't say anything. He knew that some tragic experiences could distort people's psychology.
Sui Yue slowly stopped crying. He held Meng Zhoushan with his cold fingertips and whispered, "Really... I'm afraid of bad guys..."
Meng Zhoushan heard this and moved his fingertips slightly, as if he wanted to touch the wound on Sui Yuesheng's leg, but the wound caused him inexplicable pain from a distance, and he was unable to do so. Finally, Ti Nian slowly unbuttoned his trouser legs: "I'm sorry..."
Meng Zhoushan apologized for what he had just done: "I just wanted to see how you were recovering. If you don't like others touching your legs, I won't do it again."
Sui Yuesheng said: "Uncle touched my leg..."
He said: "I just don't like my uncle to doubt..."
Meng Zhoushan didn't expect this to be the reason. Facing Nian's trusting eyes, he didn't know how to explain his actions that were equivalent to testing just now. In the end, he could only smile and agree.
He stood up from the ground. Sui Yuesheng was still sitting beside the bed. He hugged Nian to the middle of the bed again, then pulled the quilt over him and covered him: "It's getting late, go to bed."
Sui Yuesheng nodded while lying on the bed, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and clean, and he looked very well-behaved.
Meng Zhoushan turned off the lights and left the bedroom, closing the door gently. He sat down on the sofa, vaguely remembering that he knew an author who studied medicine, so he dialed a number on his mobile phone, and the call was connected after two rings.
The man on the other end of the phone had a very gentle voice, and was somewhat puzzled as to why Meng Zhoushan would call him: "Editor Meng?"
Meng Zhoushan hummed, and because he was afraid of disturbing Sui Yuesheng, he deliberately lowered his voice a few notes: "A friend of mine had a car accident a few years ago, and his leg was injured and he couldn't drive... Aren't you studying medicine? Recommend me an authority in this field."
"I knew you must have something to worry about when you called me." The man on the other end of the phone said, "But I'm not studying anymore. I've changed my job."
Meng Zhoushan frowned: "Where?"
The man said, "Funeral home. Writing requires material."
Meng Zhoushan: “…”
In a sense, the author is also a crazy professional, and the man on the other end of the phone is obviously no less capable than Meng Zhoushan.
Meng Zhoushan instinctively wanted to hang up the phone when he heard this, but he paused for a moment and reminded him, "You're not going to a messy place. Also, drive carefully."
He remembered that the other person died in a car accident in his previous life.
The man hummed: "I know."
Not long after Meng Zhoushan hung up the phone, his phone suddenly vibrated. He had received a file from the other party. He clicked on it and saw the contact information of several authoritative doctors in orthopedics and neurology.
The other party is very reliable.
Meng Zhoushan saved the content and replied with a thank you. He actually wanted to take Sui Yuesheng to see a doctor, but since they were not related, it would be suspicious to take him in overnight, so he could only consider it after getting to know him better.
This night is destined to be sleepless.
After washing up, Meng Zhoushan lay on the sofa and dozed off for a while. He finally fell asleep when it was almost dawn. His dream was full of strange lights and the weird Ouroboros pattern flashed over and over again, which was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe.
“Dang—”
The sound of kitchen utensils rustling suddenly woke Meng Zhoushan up. He opened his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a figure in a wheelchair busying himself in the kitchen.
Meng Zhoushan paused, he fumbled for his glasses on the coffee table and put them on. The scenery suddenly became clear, but Sui Yuesheng was cooking.
"When did you wake up?"
Meng Zhoushan walked over, leaned over and gently pulled out the knife from Sui Yuesheng's hand. He instinctively didn't want Nian to touch such a sharp object: "Are you hungry? Let's cook."
Sui Yuesheng withdrew his hand somewhat helplessly and looked up at Meng Zhoushan: "I was worried that you were hungry..."
The young man in front of me is so sensible that it makes me feel distressed.
Meng Zhoushan pushed Sui Yuesheng into the living room, picked up the tablet on the coffee table and handed it to him: "Play for a while, come and cook, it will be ready soon."
Sui Yuesheng probably took the ingredients from the refrigerator, half a bag of pasta and a chopped tomato, which was just the right amount for one person.
Meng Zhoushan looked at the time and it was already eleven in the morning. He put the noodles in the refrigerator and took out two boxes of steaks. After thawing them, he put them in the pan and skillfully fried them. Sui Yuesheng was obviously malnourished. It was estimated that his family would not be willing to give him meat.
Sui Yuesheng seemed to be playing with his tablet, but his eyes were actually on Meng Zhoushan. It was a complex gaze that was difficult to understand, quiet and introverted, with a deep heart.
"Eat it."
Meng Zhoushan came out of the kitchen. He cut the steak into small pieces and put them on a plate, and poured a glass of juice for Sui Yuesheng. The porcelain plate fell on the table with a crisp sound.
Sui Yuesheng looked up at the time and realized it was already twelve o'clock: "It's time to go home. My aunt will be angry if she sees that no one is home to make lunch..."
Meng Zhoushan said: "Let's talk about it after dinner."
Sui Yuesheng was still hesitant. Meng Zhoushan smiled helplessly. He put one hand in his pocket, picked up the fork and fed a piece of beef to Sui Yuesheng: "Is it delicious?"
The expensive beef was fried to perfection, and even if it was served without any other ingredients and just dipped in a little black pepper sauce, it was still a rare delicacy.
Sui Yuesheng had something in his mouth and couldn't speak. He nodded slightly when he heard this.
Meng Zhoushan said: "If it tastes good, eat more until you finish it."
Sui Yuesheng listened to him very much. As expected, he said nothing more after hearing that. He lowered his head and used his fork to eat the neatly cut steak on the plate.
There was a noise in the corridor, as if someone was arguing. Meng Zhoushan opened the door and saw that the police who came to investigate the murder last night had a conflict with Chen Pingchuan who had just sobered up.
"What dead people? What murderers? We don't even know them, how would we know so much? Get out of here right now!"
Chen Pingchuan's rough voice echoed throughout the corridor, and he was just about to get into a fight. The neighbors all gathered to watch. The police barely suppressed their temper and said, "Sir, we are also following the rules to interrogate you. Please cooperate. What were you doing between 2 and 4 yesterday afternoon?"
There are no surveillance cameras in this building, and even if there were, they would be secretly removed by the homeless people nearby and sold for money. This makes the investigation very difficult, and we can only go door to door to ask questions.
Sui Yue pushed the wheelchair as if she wanted to go out and take a look. However, after pushing it twice, it didn't move. When she looked down, she found that the wheel was stepped on by Meng Zhoushan.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, come in and eat."
Meng Zhoushan let go of the wheelchair and patted Sui Yuesheng on the head. He put on a suit and walked out of the room, heading towards Chen Pingchuan and others.
A crowd of people gathered in the corridor, and when Meng Zhoushan approached, he found Yan Yuezhao there. In just one night, Yan Yuezhao's beard had grown out, and he looked extremely haggard. He was sitting alone at the corner of the stairs, smoking, with cigarette butts all around his feet.
Meng Zhoushan stopped in front of him and asked, "Why don't you go investigate the case instead of hiding here smoking?"
Yan Yuezhao raised his head when he heard this, and it was Meng Zhoushan. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out: "No clue."
There was nothing left at the crime scene, no fingerprints, no murder weapon. Yan Yuezhao led his men to investigate for a whole morning, but found no useful information. You can imagine how frustrated he was.
This area was too chaotic, with too many transient people. They could only guess that the murderer was skilled and lived nearby, but they knew nothing else.
Meng Zhoushan knew that he would not be able to find out anything. Ouroboros committed crimes one after another and left many clues. Meng Zhoushan lowered his voice and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Go check for a person with a red birthmark on the base of his horn."
Yan Yuezhao looked at him suspiciously: "What do you mean?"
Meng Zhoushan kept his eyes on the onlookers, secretly guessing who the Ouroboros's target was: "It's nothing, I'm just giving you clues about the murderer. After all, it's our duty to cooperate with the police, and I also want to help you find the murderer as soon as possible."
Yan Yuezhao stood up, pointed at Chen Pingchuan and gritted his teeth, "If you really want to help, give that bastard a punch."
Meng Zhoushan asked back: "Why don't you go yourself?"
Yan Yuezhao sighed: "It's the police."
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "You are abetting the murder."