Maybe it was because Meng Zhoushan was by her side, but Sui Yuesheng finally calmed down. She huddled tightly in Meng Zhoushan's arms, as if she could gain some sense of security.
Meng Zhoushan originally wanted to let go, but seeing that Sui Yuesheng was still holding him tightly, he had to give up the idea temporarily.
The doctor walked into the ward with the film and thought Meng Zhoushan was comforting his girlfriend. When he got closer, he found that the man was holding a pretty young woman in his arms. He looked at them strangely.
The male doctor coughed twice and said, "Bed number four, who is Sui Yuesheng?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhoushan subconsciously let go of Sui Yuesheng, stood up from the bedside, and adjusted his glasses: "Doctor, I am Sui Yuesheng's parent. I accidentally fell from the building today. Do you have any broken bones?"
Sui Yuesheng lay quietly on the hospital bed. When she heard Meng Zhoushan say that he was her own father, her eyelashes moved slightly and she glanced at his back.
The darkness level dropped silently by 1.
The doctor flipped through the film in his hand and frowned: "It's just a common soft tissue contusion, no bone damage... Has the patient's leg been injured before?"
Sui Yuesheng nodded and said calmly: "I had a car accident before."
The doctor didn't say anything. In addition to the old injury of Sui Yuesheng's leg being broken in a car accident, the bigger reason was nerve damage. The possibility of him standing up was the same as the probability of a vegetative person waking up. External treatment was only auxiliary, and he mainly relied on himself.
"It's not a big problem. Just change the medicine on time. If the patient has trouble walking, the family members should spend more time to look after him. If he hits his head, it will be serious."
The doctor was about to leave when he suddenly hissed as he remembered something. He lowered his head and carefully read Sui Yuesheng's handwriting, and suddenly found it familiar: "Have you been to my place for treatment before?"
The word Sui Yuesheng is not common.
Meng Zhoushan paused after hearing this, and subconsciously looked at Sui Yuesheng, who nodded: "Doctor Wu, when our community disabled persons' association organized free medical activities before, I came to see you for treatment."
Doctor Wu thought for a moment and then remembered that there seemed to be such a thing. Seeing that Sui Yuesheng was still young and it was a pity that he was paralyzed, he said to Meng Zhoushan: "If conditions permit, it is best to take the patient to do more rehabilitation to prevent muscle atrophy. If you have any questions, you can come and register with me."
After saying this, he pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of his white coat and handed it to Meng Zhoushan: "My name is Wu Xun."
Meng Zhoushan took the film and took a look at it. He wanted to ask Sui Yuesheng about the chances of recovery of his legs, but considering Sui Yuesheng's presence, he had to suppress it temporarily and planned to ask in private: "Thank you, doctor."
"Well, you're welcome."
Sui Yuesheng can only see his injured leg at free medical events held by the community, and it is obvious that his family is in financial difficulty. However, the limited edition watch in Meng Zhoushan's hand costs hundreds of thousands of yuan, which makes it difficult not to doubt whether their "family" relationship is real or fake.
The doctor looked at us several times, didn't ask any questions, just told the cleaning lady to pay attention to the hygiene of the ward and turned and left.
Meng Zhoushan put the film into his pocket, leaned over to look at Sui Yuesheng, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to stay here for one night for observation, or go home directly?"
I’m worried that Sui Yuesheng is still feeling unwell somewhere.
Sui Yuesheng shook her head upon hearing this and said softly, "I want to go home."
After speaking, he paused, pursed his lips and added: "Go back to your home..."
"Okay."
Meng Zhoushan did not refuse. He went to the front desk to complete the formalities and then returned to the ward. He helped Sui Yuesheng sit up and bent over to put on his shoes.
They were a pair of very clean but extremely worn sneakers that didn't even fit her feet well. Her slender feet felt a little empty in them, and even tying the shoelaces the tightest didn't help.
Sui Yuesheng saw Meng Zhoushan adjusting the tightness of his shoelaces, and leaned over to hold his hand: "It's okay, I won't be walking anyway, so just wear it casually."
Meng Zhoushan paused after hearing this, and slowly withdrew his hand. He slowly stood up from the ground, and saw that it was still raining outside. Sui Yuesheng was wearing thin clothes, so he took off his suit jacket and put it on.
"It's raining outside. Use your coat to cover yourself when you go out later."
After saying this, he bent down, picked up Sui Yuesheng, and walked towards the elevator. He had just come to the hospital in a hurry, and the wheelchair was left at the stairs without time to take it, so he didn't know if it was broken.
Sui Yuesheng gently wrapped her arms around Meng Zhoushan's neck, her skin delicate and slightly cool, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, am I a little heavy?"
Meng Zhoushan: “Not bad.”
According to Sui Yuesheng's age and height, the other party is a little too light, a typical case of malnutrition.
The car stopped at the hospital entrance. Meng Zhoushan motioned Sui Yuesheng to wrap up her coat, and then he carried her into the rain. However, Sui Yuesheng gently placed her coat over Meng Zhoushan's head.
Meng Zhoushan opened the car door and carried Sui Yuesheng into the passenger seat before going around to the other side of the car. The raindrops were large and dense, wetting my hair, and a strand of my originally neat hair could not help but fall off.
Meng Zhoushan was a very methodical person. He always brought an umbrella with him when he went out. He couldn't remember the last time he was soaked by the rain. Just as he was about to take out some paper to wipe it, Sui Yuesheng handed it to him, "Wipe it."
"Thanks."
Meng Zhoushan took the tissue and wiped it casually, then leaned over to fasten Sui Yuesheng's seat belt, then started the car and drove towards home.
Unlike the rush when we came, this time the car speed finally slowed down. While stuck on the road, we even had the leisure to watch the rain.
Meng Zhoushan saw that the glass on both sides was full of tiny raindrops, reflecting the neon lights of the high-rise buildings, as if the lights were broken into thousands of pieces: "I am usually too busy with work, this is the first time I have seen the night view."
I instinctively wanted to smoke a cigarette, but when I thought of Sui Yuesheng beside me, I gave up.
Sui Yuesheng responded softly: "Yeah, it's my first time watching it too."
Most people in this city sometimes have trouble even living. They work from sunrise to sunset, like ants greedy for life, like zombies, how can they have the leisure to pay attention to things that have nothing to do with life.
Meng Zhoushan smiled and tilted his head to look: "Where do you like to stay the most?"
Sui Yuesheng said: "No."
I used to like staying in the corridor because I didn’t have to stay in that terrible house. But the corridor was too cold and too dark, like a morgue, and I didn’t like it…
Meng Zhoushan paused slightly when he heard this, glanced at Sui Yuesheng, then raised his hand and rubbed his head with his dry and warm palm, silently comforting him.
Sui Yuesheng raised his eyes and said seriously: "But I like staying at my uncle's house..."
Meng Zhoushan smiled and asked, "Why?"
Sui Yuesheng lowered his head and said nothing.
The road ahead finally became smooth. Meng Zhoushan started the car and said jokingly, "Is it because I have a lot of snacks at home?"
Sui Yuesheng's words were vague: "I guess so."
Meng Zhoushan drove back home. He carried Sui Yuesheng into the room and placed her on the sofa. Suddenly, he remembered that her wheelchair seemed to have fallen in the corridor. He squatted down and said to Sui Yuesheng, "Sit here for a while. I'll go find your wheelchair."
Sui Yuesheng didn't know why, but suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, as if he was reluctant to let go: "It's very late, let's look for it tomorrow."
Meng Zhoushan was afraid that the homeless people hanging around downstairs might steal it: "It doesn't matter, it's not far anyway."
After saying this, he walked out of the door and closed it gently. As he passed the corridor, he saw a young woman carrying a suitcase into the room opposite him, and he couldn't help but pause.
Ever since the news of the serial murders here spread, those who could afford to move out have moved away. Although a few families have moved in one after another, they are all very poor, barely better off than the beggars on the street.
Although the woman in front of him didn't wear any luxury goods and her clothes were a bit rustic, she was still decent. She had a young face and wore heavy makeup, and looked like a migrant worker from the countryside who came to the city to work.
Meng Zhoushan looked at the other person calmly, with doubts in his heart. But for fear of arousing suspicion, he did not do anything more and left as usual.
Chen Pingchuan had disappeared long ago, perhaps he was drunk at home. The corridor was not soundproof, and Meng Zhoushan heard the sharp quarrel of women coming from their home.
"Chen Pingchuan! Can you still live like this? If not, then divorce me! I must have been blind to marry you! You ungrateful bastard!"
At first he was scolding, then he started crying.
Meng Zhoushan had no sympathy for this kind of person. He even had the leisure to light a cigarette with a lighter, stood in the corridor and listened for a while, then put one hand in his pocket and slowly walked downstairs.
Sui Yuesheng's wheelchair was lying in the corner of the corridor, alone and unattended. Meng Zhoushan walked over to pick up the wheelchair and carefully checked it. He saw that the wheels were accidentally knocked crooked when it fell down the stairs, and it was difficult to put them back together no matter how hard he tried.
A piece of cigarette ash fell silently.
Meng Zhoushan exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, squinted his eyes out of habit, and finally gave up and planned to buy Sui Yuesheng a new one.
He stood up, folded the wheelchair and leaned it against the wall, ready to throw it downstairs tomorrow. However, he glanced at something not far away and suddenly saw something shining. He walked closer and saw that it was a sharp knife.
Meng Zhoushan frowned, picked up the knife with a handkerchief wrapped around it, and saw that the handle was brand new, and it didn't look like someone had deliberately discarded it.
Could it be Chen Pingchuan’s
He wanted to kill Sui Yuesheng to get insurance money, but he was caught in the act. He left in a panic and even forgot to take the knife with him.
… Of course, it is possible that this is just an ordinary knife. It is just that the Meng Zhoushan murder case has made me sensitive and I am a little suspicious.
He threw the knife into the corner, brushed off the dust on his hands, ignored it, and went home.
Sui Yuesheng had been sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting. When he heard the sound of the door lock turning, he looked up subconsciously and saw Meng Zhoushan coming back empty-handed.
"The wheelchair was accidentally broken. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."
Meng Zhoushan knew that wheelchairs were very important for people with limited mobility, and fearing that Sui Yuesheng would feel uneasy, he opened his laptop and handed it to her, letting Zizai.com choose.
Sui Yuesheng looked at the expensive wheelchair on the web page for a long time without moving, then hesitantly asked, "Uncle, is the wheelchair really broken?"
Meng Zhoushan was originally resting with his eyes closed, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes and looked over, and couldn't help but laugh: "Why would I lie to you? There's nothing to gain."
Sitting lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, in a casual and relaxed posture, he took the computer from Sui Yuesheng, compared several products, and finally placed an order for an electric wheelchair.
City delivery, it can be delivered tomorrow.
Meng Zhoushan placed the order so quickly that Sui Yuesheng had no time to stop him. She grabbed Meng Zhoushan's arm and hesitated, "Uncle, it's too expensive..."
Meng Zhoushan thought that people are indeed different from each other. If it were Yan Xiangming, the troublemaker, he would want the more expensive the better, and he would never be as frugal as Sui Yuesheng.
"It doesn't matter," Meng Zhoushan gently closed the computer, not taking it to heart, "When you are able to work, it will be the same if you return it to me..."
Before she finished speaking, Sui Yuesheng suddenly reached out and hugged him, the touch was gentle and weak. She leaned her face against Meng Zhoushan's warm shoulder, smiled with satisfaction, and whispered: "Uncle, you are so good to me..."
Meng Zhoushan has lived two lives, and his mental age is very old. He always treats Sui Yuesheng as a child. To be more specific, he is similar to Yan Xiangming. But for some reason, he always feels something strange in his heart.
Meng Zhoushan lowered his eyes to look at the young man in his arms. His fingertips hesitated in the air for about two or three seconds before he gently landed on the other's back and patted him twice: "Hmm..."
Said: "Just be good..."
This is what Meng Zhoushan always said to Yan Xiangming. Somehow, he just said it out loud.
Sui Yuesheng moved when she heard that, and looked up at Meng Zhoushan. Her eyelashes cast a shadow, making her skin look even whiter. "Uncle, what does it mean to be good?"
Meng Zhoushan said in a low voice: "Don't do bad things."
"Well..." Sui Yuesheng said, "I didn't do it."
Meng Zhoushan didn't know what he remembered when he heard that. He stood up from the sofa, walked to the desk drawer and took out a box, then sat down again. Under Sui Yuesheng's gaze, he opened the box and saw a new mobile phone inside.
Meng Zhoushan activated the phone skillfully, then inserted the phone card, saved his own number, tried dialing twice, and hung up after making sure the call was connected.
"This phone is for you to use. When I'm not around, just call this number."
Meng Zhoushan felt that he was in need of a mobile phone. After all, he lived in this building and had to have security guarantees.
Sui Yuesheng slowly reached out to take the phone, stared at the string of numbers on it for a moment, then nodded gently: "I remember it."
Meng Zhoushan smiled and said, "If you are in danger, remember to call 110."
Sui Yuesheng took a look and said nothing.
As the night deepened, the nearby residents all went to sleep. Meng Zhoushan found a clean towel to help Sui Yuesheng clean up briefly, and then carried her to the bed in the bedroom. It was almost twelve o'clock.
"It's getting late, take a rest, someone called me."
Sui Yuesheng's legs were still motionless. Thin, cold, and lifeless. Seeing that Meng Zhoushan seemed to be about to leave, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's arm: "Uncle, I'll sleep on the sofa. You sleep on the bed."
Of course, Meng Zhoushan would not let me sleep on the sofa: "It doesn't matter. I often write manuscripts at night, and it's convenient to sleep on the sofa."
Sui Yuesheng did not let go.
Meng Zhoushan had no choice but to say, "I'll just buy a folding bed tomorrow, go to sleep."
Sui Yuesheng then slowly let go of his hand.
Meng Zhoushan often stays up late, but too much happened today, so he was inevitably mentally exhausted. He went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a noise next door.
Meng Zhoushan initially thought it was his own illusion, because no one lived in the next room. However, after listening carefully for a while, the sound of moving things became more obvious.
He frowned, took out a military dagger for self-defense from the drawer and hid it in his sleeve, opened the door, walked to the next door, and then knocked on the door tentatively with his finger.
“Boom boom boom—”
The movement in the room stopped.
“Boom boom boom—”
There were heavy footsteps approaching.
“Crack!”
The door opened.
"Are you sick? Why are you knocking on the door in the middle of the night?!"
The man who opened the door was someone Meng Zhoushan had never imagined, Yan Yuezhao. He had a clean-shaven beard and was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. He looked decent, like a bricklayer working at a nearby construction site.
Meng Zhoushan was stunned and almost didn't recognize him. He frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"
Yan Yuezhao patted the door and said unhappily: "Can't you see? I'm your neighbor now."
Since the serial murders occurred, the pressure has been on. Yan Yuezhao and his men have been investigating and squatting in the vicinity for more than half a month without sleep. In the end, they found the tongue and teeth of the woman on the eighth floor in the trash can, as well as half a footprint on the air conditioner outdoor box, but found nothing else.
It seemed as if the murderer was deliberately teasing us. When the police were on tight guard, no murders occurred.
Yan Yuezhao had been waiting for so long, and had caught three prostitutes, one drug dealer, and four thieves, but not the murderer. Mian thought it was a waste of police force and time, so he directly handed the case over to someone else and suspended Yan Yuezhao from his post to write a self-criticism at home.
How could Yan Yuezhao possibly accept this? He gritted his teeth and moved next door to Meng Zhoushan's house, intending to ambush the murderer at close range.
Meng Zhoushan thought thoughtfully: "Where is the man in the cap on the twelfth floor?"
Yan Yuezhao cursed softly, "He's a wanted criminal. He was arrested and interrogated for a long time. He has nothing to do with Ouroboros."
Meng Zhoushan: "If you live here, what will happen to the children?"
Yan Yuezhao said: "The child's mother came back from abroad and left her with her. I don't have the energy to take care of him alone."
"Back home? That's good."
Meng Zhoushan thought that the case was indeed becoming more and more difficult: "Who is responsible for investigating the case? What are you going to do?"
Yan Yuezhao said that Meng Zhoushan always liked to pry into some secrets, so he lowered his voice and warned: "You are asking these nonsense questions. You are not a policeman, so why should I tell you?"
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly: "You forgot that I am your brother-in-law."
Yan Yuezhao: "Get lost, I'm divorced from your sister."
Yan Yuezhao turned around and went into the house, preparing to pack up the things he had just moved in. Meng Zhoushan said, "Yan Yuezhao..."
"Sh ...
Yan Yuezhao quickly turned around and stopped.
"I am here to sneak in with a fake identity. Don't call me Yan Yuezhao. In public, remember to call me Yan Dazhuang. This is my new name."
Meng Zhoushan: “…”
It can be seen that Yan Yuezhao is very determined to hide. No wonder he shaved his beard. Even his own son might not be recognized standing here.
"…Okay, Yan Dazhuang, but I must remind you that the room is not soundproof. You'd better be quiet during the break."
After saying this, Meng Zhoushan turned around and went back to his room, closing the door with a click.
Yan Yuezhao snorted when he saw this and closed the door.
The police had been lying in ambush for so many days, but Ouroboros had not committed a crime. Just when they had let down their guard, a horrific murder occurred in the building -
This time, it was Chen Pingchuan's family who died.
Our bodies were found by creditors who came to collect debts early in the morning.
These debt collectors were all thugs. After knocking on the door for a long time and seeing that Chen Pingchuan didn't respond, they naturally didn't want to listen to any reason and just kicked the door open. However, what they saw was Wang Suying's body hanging from the electric fan, swaying.
The curtains in the living room were tightly drawn, and the light and shadows were dim. It was a cool time during the rainy season, and the old-fashioned ceiling fan above my head was spinning in circles, making a creaking sound as it could not bear the heavy load.
There was a rope tied to the fan, and the other end of the rope was tied to Wang Suying's thin body. Every time the fan turned, the rope tightened a little bit. She was like a rootless weed, with bulging eyes and a half-lolled tongue, swaying in the air with the force, her hair hanging down, like a demon.
Chen Pingchuan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. His throat was covered in blood, as if he had been stabbed dozens of times with a knife. The whole bed was covered in blood.
The only person who died in a complete manner was probably their only son, Chen Kang, who had a heart attack. He collapsed in the living room, not breathing.
The wall man drew an intermittent and extremely blurry Ouroboros pattern with blood.
The hooligans who came to kick the door were so scared that they sat on the ground, their faces pale and unable to speak. They pointed at Wang Suying's body tremblingly, their throats hesitating for a long time before they finally uttered a complete sentence: "Kill, kill, kill... Kill! Someone, come! Someone's dead!"
After he finished speaking, the group of people scattered like birds and beasts, terrified to death, and they didn't even have time to take the elevator and just crawled downstairs. They just felt that it was really a ghost so early in the morning.
At that time, Meng Zhoushan was still sleeping on the sofa, unaware of the situation. He was awakened from his sleep by the sound of chaotic footsteps outside.