The Way of the Evil

Chapter 20: The Last Gentleman Eleven

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An Jie asked, "How do you know he's at Sheng Yao's place?"

"I saw him swaying at my door just now, and then walked towards Shengyao's ward with a bad expression. No one on this floor except Shengyao dared to challenge Dr. Huang's patience." Jiang Hu said.

Well, observing meticulously, Anjie asked again: "He's not here with you, why did you ask me to drag him into Shengyao's room?"

Jiang Hu said with a quite natural expression: "Oh, Dr. Huang usually comes back to me when he comes back from Sheng Yao's place. You go and drag him out to delay the time. After a while, he will realize that he must think it was ordered by Sheng Yao. Then At that time, his target was still Sheng Yao's room. And I guess, with Sheng Yao's personality, he would definitely take advantage of this moment to do something, and it would be best to arouse Dr. Huang's anger even more. He usually likes it when he is too angry. Back in the office, I half-opened the door, and the quilt was a little bulging, and he would take a peek at most, and would not come in to see."

Anjie looked at Jiang Hu silently for a while, but said nothing.

Jiang Hu blinked: "Uncle An, can't you?"

Anjie opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, then sighed, stood up, and said with a solemn expression: "Bad boy, I decided to stay away from you in the future."

Jiang Hu didn't understand, and looked at him innocently.

An Jie looked up at the sky, why did this guy make such a plan out of people, and still put on such an expression of "I didn't do anything"? Is there such a thing as conscience in the world

Seeing Anjie go out to the right, Jiang Hu immediately got off the bed. Even though his body is young and recovers well, the bandages that are enough to cosplay a mummy fully demonstrate that this person has limited mobility, but what is the most important thing in the new century

Creativity and perseverance.

Creativity is used to avoid the evil doctor, and perseverance is used to endure the pain and get up, pretending to be okay.

Jiang Hu put on a piece of clothing, walked out cautiously, met a little nurse, he raised his index finger to his lips, and looked at the nurse who came opposite with that very embarrassed and pleading look, In the first second, the nurse disagreed, in the second second, the nurse hesitated, and in the third second, the nurse sighed and moved out of the way.

Jiang Hu wins.

The simple terrain of the inpatient department, Jiang Hu's relentless observation and deduction over the past few days, plus a little impression of the day when he and Shen Yexi came to inquire about the witnesses of the bombing case, for the first time in Jiang Hu's life, after only walking through it once , and successfully found the destination again - the direct victim of the second bombing, the poor child's ward.

He knocked lightly on the half-closed door, and the child's parent stood up like a frightened bird, staring at him nervously and defensively.

Jiang Hu softened his voice: "Take it easy, I'm a police officer."

The child's mother looked at him. Jiang Hu's appearance made it easy to lower his vigilance. The woman hesitated for a moment, and seemed to relax a little: "What else do you want to ask?"

"I have a few questions. I want to ask your children. Of course, you can take care of them." Jiang Hu said in a low voice. He is different from Shen Yexi. Such an attitude of interrogation and spying always makes people feel oppressed, but Jiang Hu, who is wearing loose clothes and leaning against the door, has an aura that makes people relax.

Soft and restrained.

The child's father paused, looked down at the child whose whole head and body were wrapped up, and his eyes were red: "He is so young, what does he know?"

Jiang Hu said: "The child knows something that we don't know. Please let me try it. There are only a few questions, which are very important to solve the case. Don't you want to catch the murderer?"

The child's parents looked at each other, and Jiang Hu continued: "You may not be very clear about some situations. This time, the car bomber specially found places where such four or five-year-old children were present to plant bombs. She and the child have a kind of relationship. A special connection that none of us can feel. If we don't catch the killer soon, more children will be hurt." He paused, looking at the young couple without blinking.

The child's parents were silent for a while, and stepped aside a little. Jiang Hu smiled: "Thank you."

He walked over slowly, squatted beside the child's hospital bed, and gently put his hand on the child's unburned hand: "Hey, baby, how do you feel now?"

It took the child a while to answer, with a thin, trembling voice, like a kitten: "It hurts..."

The child's mother let out a sob beside her, turned her head, and buried her face in her husband's arms. Jiang Hu said softly: "You are the bravest child I have ever seen. You don't cry or make trouble when you are injured, and you don't cry out when you are hurt. Is it because you are afraid that your parents will worry?"

The child gave a soft "hmm": "The doctor uncle said that if I behave well and don't make trouble, he can cure my eyes. Is it true?"

"It's true, as long as you behave well and believe what Uncle Doctor said, there is hope." Jiang Hu thought for a while before saying, "Baby, listen to me, I'm a policeman, and I need your help to catch the bad guy who planted the bomb." ,Can you?"

The child said like a mosquito: "Yes."

"Great," Jiang Hu laughed, and then he said in a very slow voice, "I want you to recall a person, on the bus at that time, an aunt, maybe a little shorter and thinner than my mother , from the moment she got in the car, she kept staring at you, her face was ugly, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked very unhealthy. Maybe a bit sloppy."

The child was silent for a while: "Uncle policeman, I don't remember."

Jiang Hu said calmly: "You must remember her. The way she looks at you is different from others, which makes you feel very uncomfortable. You don't like her looking at you. Do you have any impression?"

Even the child's mother stopped crying and frowned, as if remembering something.

The child hesitated for a moment: "Uncle policeman, I really can't remember, I'm very scared."

"Don't be afraid, it's over." Jiang Hu squeezed the child's little hand with his warm palm, as if he wanted to pass on that warmth to the child, "We are all here, no one can hurt you, and the bad guys will soon be killed." Got it."

He thought for a while and asked again: "Then do you remember a person who always wanted to get close to you when you got in the car, and then when you saw her, she stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch your butt?" Hair, as if afraid to touch you, retracted all at once... "

The mother of the child let out a short scream. Jiang Hu looked back at her, and her husband put his arms around her shoulders: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

The woman's eyes were wide open, with a little fear on her face: "Officer, officer, I have an impression of the person you mentioned!"

"Speak slowly."

"There was a woman... in her thirties, with long hair, thin and small, with a sallow complexion. She kept staring at the baby, and then squeezed over to touch the baby's head, but I blocked it! I thought She's a madman! God, it's her, it's her!"

"Do you remember what she looked like?"

The woman nods.

Jiang Hu stood up, a little violently, his body swayed, and his face turned pale: "Then I would like to ask you a favor, can we wait for our special person to come, let him draw the appearance of that woman according to your description ? She is probably the murderer we are looking for. Sir, could I trouble you to call the former Police Officer Shen and tell him to send someone? "

The child's father immediately nodded and went out.

Jiang Hu looked at the child lying on the bed, sighed secretly, bent down with difficulty, and said to the child: "Baby, the police uncle is going back, you need to take good care of your illness, be good, get better soon, okay? "

"Uncle Policeman..."

"Um?"

"I seem to think of that aunt." The child raised his small hand very slightly and raised his palm, "She smells very bad."

"What's the smell?" Jiang Hu's heart skipped a beat.

"Smelly, a smell I've smelled before."

"Like the stinky smell in the toilet?"

"Hmm... no, another stinky smell."

"Bad vegetables?"

"No." The child became a little anxious, "It's just... that stinky one! It's like... like the poo of Lin Doudou's cat."

"Smell?" Jiang Hu paused, narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and asked, "Is it a bit like the smell in a zoo?"

"Yes, yes! It seems to be the smelly one in the zoo!"

If it weren't for the child's bruises and untouchables, Jiang Hu would have picked him up from the bed and kissed him twice. He laughed: "You've helped me a lot, little hero. I promise, we'll catch the bad guy."