The night was getting darker and darker, and gusts of cold wind were beating against the car windows. The car windows were rustling, and the anxiety before the thunderstorm was brewing. Two police cars were speeding towards the hospital in the dark night.
As soon as he arrived downstairs, a rapid ringtone rang. Zhao Yuan suddenly trembled all over. Looking at the name on the phone, it was Zheng Ziheng. Waves of ominous premonitions surged in his heart. He stared at the screen, not daring to Take this call.
Lin Wenxi took the phone, listened, looked at Zhao Yuan blankly, tears streaming down her face. Upon seeing this, Hongxuan took several police officers to find the hospital security guards and immediately cordoned off the scene.
Zhao Yuan numbly took the phone, and inside it was Zheng Ziheng's desperate voice calling: "He's gone, General Ming, gone..."
What was waiting for Zhao Yuan was a death notice and a cold body. When Zhao Yuan left a few hours ago, he was still holding the hand of the body, which was still warm.
"Is he leaving well?" Zhao Yuan stared at one of the nurses with no tears in his eyes.
"It was very quiet and painless." The nurse looked at the child with pity in her eyes. For such a long time, she had been sleeping hard and sleeping with her father's good son.
"We sometimes hope you can have a good sleep." The nurse added and left with tears in her eyes.
Lin Wenxi stood beside Zhao Yuan, his expression dull. When Zhao Ming woke up, he held his hand with all his strength. He knew that Father Zhao still had many, many things to say, but he couldn't say them out. Everything, The warmth in my hands has not dissipated yet.
Zheng Ziheng had fainted, and several doctors were performing temporary rescue operations not far away. A cart hurried over to transport Zheng Ziheng to the operating room. Everything seemed very chaotic.
The police quickly intervened and isolated the people outside, busy collecting fingerprints and shoe prints, while the forensic doctor continued to analyze the transcripts.
"The cause of death is unknown, but it should be related to the removed tube."
"What is this? This piece of rubber at the mouth of the pipe has white spots, as if something hard object hit it..."
"There were only traces of the caretaker on the scene. There were no signs of forced entry on the door. There was no struggle on the part of the deceased."
"The line is down, why doesn't the alarm buzz?"
"Go and check the surveillance video." Everyone was busy inside. Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan sat side by side. After a while, Hongxuan came over and patted Zhao Yuan's shoulder gently: "My condolences."
"Didn't anyone notice..." Lin Wenxi asked.
"There's no trace at all." Hongxuan sighed with emotion, shook his head and dialed a number.
It wasn't until Zheng Ziheng stumbled out of the ward that Zhao Yuan got up and helped him sit down. Together they were taken to the police for questioning and recording.
Zheng Ziheng was clearly in a very good state of mind that night. He never expected that he would suddenly become blurred and lose consciousness. When he woke up again, he would find that the red tube connected to General Zhao Ming's lifeline had been pulled out and was being held tightly by General Zhao Ming. In his hand, Zhao Mingjiang's face was peaceful, as if he was asleep. Amid Zheng Ziheng's panic call, a group of nurses and doctors rushed over and pushed Zhao Mingjiang away for rescue. He was pronounced dead at about three o'clock in the morning after the rescue efforts failed.
"When I was a little unconscious, it seemed like... I seemed to see a pair of hands coming in from the door..."
"What did you do before you fainted?"
"Drink a glass of water."
“Where does the water come from?”
. . .
As the investigation of the case continues, Zheng Ziheng can no longer cooperate. He seems to have lost his soul and his whole person has become a little dementia. When faced with the police's subsequent questioning, he also answered incorrectly.
Zhao Yuan helped Zheng Ziheng rest on the bed, and began to deal with his father's funeral affairs with Liu Lanhua, who was also notified. His hometown had to deal with household registration cancellation and other matters, and the corresponding relatives needed to issue notices. In the end, the body had to return to his hometown and be laid to rest. All this needed to be handled by him, so Zhao Yuan asked him to go home first. Everything else is up to you.
Zhao Yuanqiang held on to his broken spirit and signed the opinions on the disposal of the body. He also accepted multiple investigations and inquiries from the police. Finally, he solemnly signed the notice agreeing to the forensic autopsy.
"Everything is fine, Brother Yuan, don't drive me away, I just want to be with you." Lin Wenxi leaned on Zhao Yuan's shoulder.
Silent.
Zhao Yuan walked to the morgue, but he had not yet said goodbye to his father properly.
Zheng Ziheng sat silently at the door of the mortuary, looking haggard, with a stubble of beard growing out, messy. When he saw Lin Wenxi, he nodded slightly as a greeting.
The door to the morgue opened, and Zheng Ziheng quickly turned around and ran in, sitting under one of the freezers.
"I said this guy is really good. It's not because he's pitiful. I had already called the security guards and kicked him in. Then he ran under the cabinet and stood guard. He asked me to open the cabinet. What do you think is going on with this guy? Is he crazy? It's not an emergency. Cremation, it's not like the police want to conduct an autopsy..." The guarding uncle seemed to be frightened and could not stop nagging.
Zhao Yuan smiled apologetically, took Lin Wenxi's hand, and walked into the cold morgue.
Zhao Yuan silently looked at his father who was sleeping peacefully. In his life, this man who was connected to him by blood had never slept so peacefully. Zhao Yuan remembered that his father had always been busy, for himself and for this incomplete family. He only slept for four or five hours all night long, under desk lamps and street lights all night long, and the insufficient sleep time Here, he would often call his wife's name: "Snowflake..."
Zhao Yuan remembered that he once advised his father to take care of his health, but his father said: "Why sleep for a long time during your lifetime? You must sleep forever after your death."
Now, this quiet and peaceful father has finally passed away, carrying endless grievances and resentments. When he was alive, he must still be thinking about his mother whose life and death were unknown. He told us about Wenxi. How could he sleep forever
My unfilial son, why is he not accompanying me here? He doesn't move an inch, why does he go to ask for help, to kneel down to others? Zhao Yuan knelt down and felt that the blood in his body had frozen, and he could no longer feel any joy, anger, sorrow or joy.
Zhao Yuan remembered what a famous girl said in a movie, and he also asked himself: "Is life always hard, or is it just childhood?"
Yes, always.
Join Moshi, be rich and powerful, and live in the shadow of the city from now on, cursing this disgustingly prosperous world. A voice said to Zhao Yuan.
The world is so cruel, why bother to be sentimental
The shadow next to him knelt down together, clutching the freezer with his hands, and tears fell to the ground in large drops. His pain was no less than mine. I can feel that his heart is burning.
Maybe, he is the last tenderness in my life.