While Zhao Yuan was calm, Zheng Ziheng was in tears, and the three of them stayed together all night.
One day later, the police made a further determination and opened the case as a homicide.
Currently, only the back view in the video can be used as a breakthrough point.
The police carefully told them all about the investigation. Except for the usual caregiver's fingerprints and shoe prints, there was no one else in the ward. The buzzer alarm was cut off early. The red detoxification tube, which was originally tightly connected, was unscrewed in advance, and there was a white spot at the interface. The detoxification tube fell off due to the impact of some hard object. The hard object was a stone. , combined with Zheng Ziheng’s recollection, it should have been done by someone using a launcher similar to a slingshot. The three-hour blank in the hospital video was caused by a sudden power outage in the monitoring room. The power outage was temporarily determined to be an accident. However, after the power was restored, the back of a strange man appeared in the corner of the corridor, and the man's front was not photographed.
The water Zheng Ziheng drank contained a huge dose of sleeping drugs. If he drank all of it, he would very likely die.
After the police finished speaking, they played the remaining video footage to the three of them. In only about ten seconds of video, they saw a man of indeterminate age wearing a sports cap hurriedly leaving the safe passage. There were no cameras there.
"Somewhat like...Zhang Dong." Lin Wenxi shouted out.
The reminder note was like hitting Lin Wenxi with a slingshot. Zhang Dong visited once, Zhang Dong appeared twice, and Zhao's father died. In the end, the handwriting on the note was also identified as Zhang Dong. If he was the murderer, why did he need to be reminded? If he was not the murderer, why did all the evidence point to him
Zhang Dong, the note, the slingshot Mo Shi, Zhao Yuan felt a chill in his heart.
"When can the famous general be buried?" Zheng Ziheng asked.
"The specific cause of death needs to be ascertained, the video needs to be analyzed, and the autopsy of the deceased will also take time. I estimate it will take at least half a month. It's sad at this year's end." The person in charge smiled miserably.
"Why does it take so long?" Zheng Ziheng asked excitedly.
"There are many criminal cases, large and small. If it weren't for someone's care, we wouldn't have been able to investigate them so quickly." The policeman said and glanced at Lin Wenxi.
Zhao Yuan nodded gratefully and said to Zheng Ziheng: "Uncle Zheng, please go back and rest early. Your father has passed away. You can't ruin your body because of him. You have barely eaten for three days, and you still have your aunt waiting at home. I’m looking at you, and Brother Kai’s injury may not be fully healed yet.”
"When will you cremate him, I will come and see him off." Zheng Ziheng did not force him to stay. In addition to repeating the scene of Zhao Mingjiang sleeping peacefully on the bed but losing his blood color, staying here was more about recalling Everything before. Seeing that Zhao Yuan was able to hold back his grief these days and handle all matters in an orderly manner, he really felt guilty because he was really helpless and had to focus on taking care of himself with these two children.
"Before cremation, you must tell me that I don't want to only see him in a jar when I come." Zheng Ziheng repeatedly asked Zhao Yuan to agree, and Zhao Yuan solemnly agreed.
"It's been such an eventful time." Shu Xiaoman and Gu Xi sat opposite each other, flipping through a fortune-telling book while Zhang Anan lay quietly aside holding the book.
"I never thought that I would be the only one in dormitory 419 now."
"I never thought that I would be the only one in dormitory 216 now."
The two smiled bitterly at each other.
Wang Zhengjuan was racing on the highway and reportedly killed someone. Zhou Nannan has now gone to assist in the investigation. Zhou Nannan is the youngest in the dormitory, and the purest in mind. Everyone treats her as their sister, and they never thought that she would cry so hard for others. Shu Xiaoman had no other choice but to take care of her from time to time.
What Shu Xiaoman was most worried about was what happened at Zhao Yuan's family, but Lin Wenxi refused to reveal a word. Shu Xiaoman had been worried about his roommates recently. Seeing that Lin Wenxi refused to say anything personal to him, he couldn't help but think of that day in the hospital. Something happened, and my heart suddenly felt extremely sour, and I left with red eyes.
"Fortunately, in the hospital, you can stretch out your hands when you get dressed, open your mouth when you eat, and walk with support after meals. This time, you have a good taste of motherhood. Do you want to be a quilt or a quilt? Or a pillow?" Shu Xiaoman couldn't help but tease Gu Xi.
"Don't mention it. As soon as Sister Wanxin found out that something happened to Zhao Yuan's father, she lost the unfinished red date soup and ran away without a trace. What do you think Zheng Kai will do?" Gu Xi asked with curled lips.
"I'm so sad." Shu Xiaoman said.
Zhang Anan put down the book and smiled softly: "I think he was resurrected with full blood."
Gu Xi's eyes widened and she was speechless: "How come you know everything?"
"Dead" Chen Wanxin finally managed to contact Zhao Yuan at that time. She learned about the matter from the phone call. She didn't have time to pack up, so she picked up her bag and ran away. Gu Xi saw Zheng Kai who had been lying in bed and was still dying for many days. He immediately pulled out the salt water, jumped up, put on a hospital gown and ran out. He was so lively that Gu Xi was stunned. There it is.
"Who did you say died?" Zhang Anan asked.
"Zhao Yuan's father." Gu Xi whispered.
"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Shu Xiaoman asked nervously.
"Say, what's the use? Those who go home one by one, and those who follow and accompany them, are all in chaos. Besides, it will be a holiday soon." Gu Xi said.
The three of them were sad at the same time.
The first snow in the harsh winter quietly buried all the disturbances in the soil.
The dormitory building is empty. In the evening, the empty and dark corridors of the dormitory building make it difficult to tell that there has been any joy here.
Laughter. Lin Wenxi sat quietly in the middle of the corridor, stretched out his hand, silently feeling the cold wind in the corridor, wrapping around his fingers. At the fingertips, when the wind turns, there, he once cried, there, Zhao Yuan once made himself laugh, there, Zhao Yuan stood at the door with a hot strawberry-flavored juice, smiling, there, Zhao Yuan held a book. , explain the key points in the book to yourself carefully. No, it's not just here. Lin Wenxi ran downstairs and ran around the campus. Snowflakes were flying and seeping into his neck, but he was completely unaware of it.
In the green field of the playground, the grass is withered and scorching cold, and the memory is cold. It is obviously the mid-autumn sun but it is filled with cold starlight. As the stars change, some people have no choice but to brave the scorching sun to take the punishment on their behalf, while others are smart enough to accompany them in the yellow sand in the sky. Running into the military gymnastics formation, those bright days and the songs that sang loudly every night have all gone and turned into dirt under the snow. When the stars are no longer visible in the sky, they point to the stars and say A boy who is a lifelong brother.
"Wen Xi, you are finally back." Someone spoke from behind, and the voice seemed very loud in the empty playground.
Lin Wenxi turned around hastily and saw Gu Xi, feeling sad and happy: "Why haven't you gone home yet? Weren't you already on vacation?"
"I'm waiting for you to come back." Gu Xi said quietly, exhaling like ice.
"An An said you will come back. It's so cold in winter and your winter clothes are all in the dormitory. Even if you don't help yourself with clothes, you will help Zhao Yuan, right?"
Lin Wenxi went back to school to help Zhao Yuan get winter clothes.
When he found Zhao Yuan in the countryside, Zhao Yuan was helping with farm work at the end of the year in his hometown. In the winter of minus 4 to 5 degrees Celsius, there was no heating or air conditioning. Zhao Yuan only wore a coat and underwear.
"This kid is a bit stupid." Wang Damiao couldn't help but sigh, sitting in the corner of the house, next to the stove used by farmers in the countryside to keep warm, and chatting with Lin Wenxi. There was no clothing suitable for Zhao Yuan's body size in this farmhouse. There was only an old imitation military coat worn by Wang Damiao, and Zhao Yuan refused to put it on.
"I refuse to sleep in a house even if I sleep in a woodshed. How can I be worthy of my brother-in-law if something bad happens to me after torturing myself like this?" Liu Lanhua was on the verge of tears. Even she couldn't make Zhao Yuan obey his orders anymore.
Zhao Yuan was very busy every day, helping Liu Lanhua with all the housework and farm work. He had to be exhausted every day. Lin Wenxi slept with him in the demolition house. Those two days were like an ice cellar, without any words or expressions.
Lin Wenxi knew that Zhao Yuan had become an orphan.
"Only he can cure himself." Gu Xi said, "I don't know how long this snow will last."
"The snow in my heart needs blood to melt it," Lin Wenxi said.
The snow fell harder and harder. The snow suddenly fell heavily, blurring the figures of the two of them, like a book telling a story being quietly closed. The title page of the book was filled with fallen sycamore leaves, which gradually piled up into a grave.
The two of them wanted to start their separate journeys at dawn, but they saw that the entire world was covered in silver and the trees in the school were originally jagged and turned into a rolling silver-white grassland. Gu Xi excitedly rushed to the snow. The school had never been so quiet. In this world with only two people, he felt like he had a pair of wings and could gallop and fly as he pleased.
"Children, look at it, the mountain has been closed by heavy snow." Lin Wenxi looked worriedly at the snowflakes that were still slowly withering. Gu Xi didn't believe it, so the two of them came to the passenger terminal with a glimmer of hope. Sure enough, all buses stopped operating.
Lin Wenxi and Gu Xi were huddled in the same bed, watching the news on the Internet, and then they learned that there was a snowstorm in the south, and hundreds of thousands of people were stuck in the train station of the most prosperous city in the south, not knowing their return date. All nine highways in key provinces in central China were closed, flights at various airports were delayed and grounded, and the economy suffered heavy losses.
The snowstorm was so severe, and his father didn't know which school to visit, and his mother was alone at home. Lin Wenxi lowered her head and didn't hear anything. Gu Xi was sighing beside her that the migrant workers who returned home on the motorcycle team were very handsome.
Lin Wenxi ran out of the house in anger. At that time, he pointed at Lin Ziwei's nose and cried: "You could have overstepped your authority and mobilized the police force to protect General Zhao Ming earlier, but you have to stick to the rules and don't go too far. Why can Hongxuan be allowed to do so?" My uncle protects me, but for the sake of face, he is willing to risk anyone else’s life.”
Huang Xiya was about to chase Lin Wenxi out when Lin Ziwei scolded: "Follow him."
Hongxuan knew that Lin Ziwei went out in the thunderstorm that night to visit old friends in the city. Little did he know that those people moved too fast. That night, the killing started and it was too late.
"Tell me, how is Zhao Yuan?" Lin Wenxi asked Gu Xi.
"I'm probably shoveling snow," Gu Xi said.
"How to go back?" Lin Wenxi seemed to be thinking to himself.
Gu Xi was silent. If the snow did not stop melting, it would be impossible to open the road if it was broken.
"Let's go and find someone." Lin Wenxi said.
"who"
"Yun Che."
Lin Wenxi remembered that Yun Che had a motorcycle that looked very cool, and also remembered that Yun Che did not plan to go home to celebrate the New Year this year, so he brought Zhu Ziping's parents back to the small town.
"It's been a long time, brother Wenxi." Yun Che affectionately held Lin Wenxi's shoulder: "And the lovely Gu Xi."
Lin Wenxi and Gu Xi only sat for a while, exchanged greetings for a while, and then came out together. When they went out, they pushed Yun Che's motorcycle.
"Che, this kid Wenxi doesn't look like he can drive a motorcycle. Have you asked?" Zhu Ziping asked worriedly in the back room.
"Oops, I forgot, I didn't even fill up the gas," Yun Che said, chasing after him. There was no trace of Lin Wenxi outside the piano shop.