As the afternoon drew near, the corridor was completely silent, without any trace of the previous dispute or fierceness. Meng Zhoushan settled Sui Yuesheng down, opened the door and prepared to look for Yan Yuezhao, only to find a wheelchair folded up and quietly leaning against the wall.
"… "
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and knocked on Yan Yuezhao's door, but there was no response after knocking for a long time. He grasped the door handle and turned it, only then did he realize that the door was not locked.
There was no light in the room. The sun was about to set, so the light was inevitably dim. Yan Yuezhao sat there in the dark, smoking one cigarette after another, with cigarette butts all around his feet and bloodshot eyes. The choking smoke filled the air, filling this medium-sized room.
Yan Yuezhao heard Meng Zhoushan's footsteps, paused, didn't look up, frowned and stamped out the cigarette butt: "Why, are you here to find trouble with your little brat?"
Meng Zhoushan turned on the light, dragged a chair and sat down opposite him. His shiny black leather shoes stood out against the cigarette ash on the floor. "If your leg wasn't injured, I might really beat you up to vent his anger."
Yan Yuezhao narrowed his eyes: "Are you possessed by a ghost?"
Meng Zhoushan looked at him calmly: "Yan Yuezhao, I didn't come here to quarrel with you today."
Yan Yuezhao licked the aching corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He still couldn't understand why Meng Zhoushan had been writing books for so many years, but his skills had not declined. "If he didn't want to quarrel with me, then he wanted to kill me to silence me?"
He was just joking and mocking, but he didn't expect Meng Zhoushan's eyes behind his glasses to suddenly become sharp. Different from his usual gentle and gentle appearance, he said with a hint of meaning: "Knowing that someone wants to silence you, you should be more careful about what you say and do."
Yan Yuezhao paused for a moment when he heard this: "What do you mean?"
Meng Zhoushan relayed Sui Yuesheng's speculation today to him and concluded: "The murderer is most likely a woman, and you may be her next target, so you'd better be careful."
Yan Yuezhao was a very straightforward person with simple thinking. He found all this incomprehensible: "Theism? Are you sure there are people who really kill people for such an illusory thing?"
Meng Zhoushan has recorded many real murders, and said firmly: "Normative people won't, but crazy people will, so you'd better not play with your own life."
Yan Yuezhao couldn't help but frown and fell into deep thought. He didn't care about his injured leg, and habitually paced back and forth in the small living room. Finally, he looked straight at Meng Zhoushan: "Do you trust him like this?"
Meng Zhoushan said calmly: "I believe him because I have my basis and reasons. Similarly, you can believe me too."
Yan Yuezhao curled his lips and said, "Whether I believe it or not, the captain needs to believe it first."
Meng Zhoushan said: "Captain believes that human life is more important than anything else. But Yue Sheng is not in a good mental state to take notes, he needs some time."
When Meng Zhoushan said this, Yan Yuezhao couldn't help but think of the argument today. He slowly sat back on the sofa and fell into a long silence for no reason. He didn't speak for a long time.
Just as Meng Zhoushan's legs began to stiffen and he moved slightly, preparing to get up and leave, he heard Yan Yuezhao suddenly say, "I don't like people..."
Meng Zhoushan paused after hearing this, and turned back to look at Yan Yuezhao, who looked more serious than ever before: "I don't like people."
"I applied to be a police officer because I didn't want so many people to die in vain. Meng Zhoushan, as you said, we only have one life..."
Yan Yuezhao finally understood why he and Sui Yuesheng had different magnetic fields: "But Sui Yuesheng's eyes are very cold. He doesn't care about life or death."
Whether it was Yan Yuezhao or Chen Pingchuan, they seemed to be no different from other people in Sui Yuesheng's eyes. The young man only had some warmth in his eyes when he looked at Meng Zhoushan.
Death is the inevitable fate of the world. Their fates may be tortuous or smooth, but just like countless winding rivers, they will eventually return to the sea. Water leaves no trace, and wild geese pass by without making a sound.
Sui Yuesheng seemed to have seen through all the endings and fates, and was indifferent to everyone's death. He didn't care, and even enjoyed it.
This feeling made Yan Yuezhao feel like a thorn in his heart.
Meng Zhoushan didn't say anything. He slowly stood up and walked to the door. When his hand fell on the door handle, he finally hummed softly in response: "I know."
Yan Yuezhao asked back: "You know this again?"
Meng Zhoushan lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the cold door lock, and his voice was low and unclear: "Because no one cared about his life."
No one has ever cared about Sui Yuesheng's life...
Yan Yuezhao was stunned when he heard this. Meng Zhoushan had already left. The door was closed with a slight click.
Sui Yuesheng didn't have a wheelchair, so he could only sit on the sofa and wait for Meng Zhoushan to come back. At the same time, the murderer's eyes suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt vaguely familiar with them, but he couldn't remember where they were.
Who is she...
Meng Zhoushan took the wheelchair at the door and entered the house. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Sui Yuesheng lowering her head, not knowing what she was thinking. He walked forward and slowly sat down beside the sofa: "I told Yan Yuezhao everything. In a few days, the police may ask you to take a statement."
Sui Yuesheng raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do the police believe it?"
Meng Zhoushan: "It is better to believe it exists than to believe it does not exist."
After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and placing it on Sui Yuesheng's head: "I'm glad you can say it out. Don't think you did anything wrong."
Under normal circumstances, Sui Yuesheng would have approached him gently and stayed in Meng Zhoushan's arms for various reasons. But Sui Yuesheng was always afraid of causing a reaction from the man, so she did not move.
He threw away the innocent mask and didn't know what image he should present when facing Meng Zhoushan.
Meng Zhoushan's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He quietly embraced Sui Yuesheng in his arms, resting his chin on the boy's forehead, and hid all his care in his words: "I will accompany you when you take the statement. If you know anything, tell me everything. Don't be afraid."
Ding! The villain's blackness has dropped to 45. Dear Su, please keep working hard!
The system flashed before my eyes, then made a gorgeous circle and disappeared again.
Sui Yuesheng couldn't help but close his eyes due to Meng Zhoushan's actions, and felt a soreness in his throat. He buried his face in Meng Zhoushan's neck, silently wrapped his arms around the man's neck, and clenched his fingers tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "Uncle..."
Still like a little insecure animal.
Maybe it wasn't a mask, Sui Yuesheng looked like this in front of Meng Zhoushan.
Meng Zhoushan knew what he was afraid of, and patted Sui Yuesheng's back silently. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his neck was faintly affected by some hot liquid: "Wait until this case is over, and everything will be fine."
He has always given Sui Yuesheng a lot of hope, and the facts have proved that it is true.
After Meng Zhoushan finished speaking, he gently let go of Sui Yuesheng, and sure enough, he saw that his eyes were red again.
Meng Zhoushan touched the corner of his eyes and smiled again: "Why are you still so crybaby?"
Sui Yuesheng said seriously: "Because I like uncle."
Meng Zhoushan paused when he heard this: "… You are still young and don't understand what love is. Inspiration and dependence confuse your concept of love."
Sui Yuesheng pulled the corner of his mouth: "I clearly understand, but you always think I don't. How old do I have to be before you think I understand?"
Meng Zhoushan thought for a moment and finally gave a number: "When you are 22 years old, if you still don't regret it, I will tell you the answer."
Sui Yuesheng is 19 years old this year. When he is 22 years old, he should be able to heal his legs and stand up. He should also be able to see the outside world and meet more people.
If at that time, Sui Yuesheng still didn't regret it...
Meng Zhoushan looked into Sui Yuesheng's beautiful, red eyes and swallowed the words in his throat that he had not yet spoken.
Wait a little longer, it's not the right time yet.
"22 years old?"
When Sui Yuesheng heard this number, he suddenly smiled with red eyes. No one could understand the emotion in his eyes. After a moment, he said to himself: "Okay, then 22 years old..."
At night, Meng Zhoushan took Sui Yuesheng into the room to rest, and suddenly felt that he had given himself a difficult problem. After turning 22, if Sui Yuesheng did not change his mind, it would be fine, but what if Sui Yuesheng regretted it? What should he do
What the ancients said is indeed true, all troubles are self-inflicted.
Meng Zhoushan leaned over and put Sui Yuesheng on the bed, preparing to cover him with the quilt. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation on his cheek, and then he felt a force on his neck, tightening silently: "Uncle..."
Sui Yuesheng just kissed him and wanted to tell him: "I don't regret it..."
Meng Zhoushan maintained that posture without moving, and listened to Sui Yuesheng's soft voice: "Uncle, can you accompany me?"
He said: "Actually I am afraid of the dark..."
But he was always forced to stay in the dark, in the corridor or in the room for various reasons. So when people saw him for a long time, they thought he liked the dark.
Meng Zhoushan had never refused him anything. Hearing this, he sat down beside the bed and half leaned against the headboard: "I'll stay here with you, go to sleep."
Sui Yuesheng gently moved and rested her head on his legs, as if this was safe enough. She closed her eyes and said, "Uncle, I think the murderer seems to know me..."
Meng Zhoushan also found it unusual. The other party seemed to have deliberately looked for Sui Yuesheng for a long time: "Do you have other relatives or friends in your family?"
Sui Yuesheng shook his head: "Yes, but very far away, the relationship is not close."
Meng Zhoushan took off his glasses and rubbed the frames unconsciously, lost in thought: "Does the murderer have a young or old voice?"
Sui Yuesheng recalled for a moment: "Very hoarse... but not old..."
Meng Zhoushan had fought with the murderer before. The murderer had a slender figure, the skin on the base of his right hand was tight and delicate, and his moves were sharp. He was most likely a young man. "Under 30?"
Sui Yuesheng quietly opened his eyes in the darkness and thought that the number could be more specific: "Under 25, over 20."
Meng Zhoushan: "If they are relatives, they should be of the same generation as you."
Then the older generation of relatives can be completely ruled out.
Sui Yuesheng: "But I don't have any cousins, only a sister..."
When he said this, he suddenly fell silent and frowned unconsciously, feeling that this guess was not possible.
Meng Zhoushan keenly caught these two words: "You have a sister?"
Sui Yuesheng nodded: "But she and my parents were in that car accident, and the court has declared them dead."
At the beginning, their family went to the beach for vacation, but they were hit by an oncoming out-of-control truck on a mountain road. Sui Yuesheng was young and was knocked out of the car, while his parents and nine-year-old sister fell over the guardrail with the car and fell into the valley. The whole car exploded directly, and even the bodies were mutilated.
It would be impossible for an adult to survive, let alone a child.
Meng Zhoushan also felt that this guess was too bold: "Does your sister have a birthmark on her hand?"
Although Sui Yuesheng's memory was fuzzy, he was still quite clear about this kind of thing. He thought about it and then shook his head: "No."
Meng Zhoushan patted his head and said nothing more, "Don't think too much, go to sleep."
Meng Zhoushan took out his cell phone in the dark, and after much thought, he told Yan Yuezhao his possible guess. Although the body was incomplete, if the person had been missing for two years and the procedures were complete, he could directly apply to the court for a declaration of death.
There are too many things in this world, and no one knows what happened at the end of the year.
For a period of time afterwards, Meng Zhoushan hadn't seen Yan Yuezhao. The other party probably reported the matter to the higher authorities and secretly arranged a capture mission.
It was not until Sui Yuesheng's mental condition improved that Meng Zhoushan accompanied him to complete the investigation record. When he came out of the police station, he met Yan Yuezhao.
Yan Yuezhao stood at the door of the police station, seemingly waiting for them on purpose. After a period of recovery, his leg injury had healed a little, but he still limped. In his hand was a bulging plastic bag filled with something unknown.
Meng Zhoushan pushed Sui Yuesheng forward and said, "What have you been doing all this time? You haven't been here for a long time."
"Don't ask any more questions."
Yan Yuezhao directly handed the heavy plastic bag in his hand to Meng Zhoushan and said something incoherent: "Take Sui Yuesheng out and find a place to stay temporarily. Come back after a while. There are some daily necessities in it. You can make do for two days. If you really can't make it, go to your sister's house."
Meng Zhoushan subconsciously took the plastic bag and asked, "Did something happen?"
Yan Yuezhao frowned: "The higher-ups told you not to ask, so don't ask. It's all for your safety."
Meng Zhoushan vaguely guessed that the police might have arranged some sort of arrest mission, but he didn't ask any more questions. "Then I'll find a place to stay for two days. Send me a message if there's anything."
Yan Yuezhao didn't say anything. He waved his hand, signaling them to leave quickly, and then he limped into the police station.
Sui Yuesheng was very quiet from beginning to end. After Yan Yuezhao left, he looked up at Meng Zhoushan and said, "Uncle, where are we going to live?"
Meng Zhoushan originally wanted to go to Meng Qinglan's house, but he was afraid of involving her: "Let's find a hotel to stay for two days."
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously opened the bag in his hand and took a look, wanting to know what daily necessities Yan Yuezhao bought. As a result, after a closer look, he found that apart from a few tubes of toothpaste and toothbrushes, there were colorful snacks and a plastic bag of ice cream. He squeezed it and it was so soft that it must have melted long ago.
Meng Zhoushan smiled helplessly, handed the bag to Sui Yuesheng, and asked him to hold it: "Eat it, I bought it for you."
Something that only children love to eat.
Sui Yuesheng looked down at the bag when he heard this and said nothing.
It was near the rush hour and the nearby streets were congested, so the car couldn't get out at all. Meng Zhoushan could only find a relatively clean hotel nearby to stay in, but because he booked too late, only couples' suites were left.
"Just stay here for two days. This is the only relatively clean hotel among the surroundings."
Meng Zhoushan lifted up the bed and checked it, then rummaged through the drawers and threw the two free safety items into the trash can before finishing his inspection.
Sui Yuesheng kept watching his movements: "Uncle, what did you throw?"
Meng Zhoushan sat on the bed, raised his hand to loosen his tie, and paused for a moment after hearing what was said: "Nothing is lost."
Sui Yuesheng pushed the wheelchair and wanted to take a look at the trash can: "But I saw you threw two black packaging bags in?"
This involved his blind spot in knowledge, and a hint of confusion flashed across his dark eyes.
Meng Zhoushan pushed his leather shoes to stop Sui Yuesheng's wheelchair. He untied his black tie, twisted it around his fingertips a few times, and let it fall softly, with a bit of charm: "I'll tell you when you're 22 years old."
Sui Yuesheng smiled and said, "Why 22 again?"
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gentle features rarely seen in deep thought, and he said the same thing: "... I'll tell you when you're 22."