The room was silent.
Jiang Hu stood in the dark, Sheng Yao couldn't see his expression clearly. However, it was only for a moment that Sheng Yao's professional quality immediately brought him back to his senses. He bent down and snatched the knife from Jiang Zixin's hand, and put his hand on his artery. The walkie-talkie pinned to the collar said: "It's safe, come in, there's a girl who's not doing well and needs medical staff."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Hu again, who had already retracted his gun, walked out of the shadows as if nothing had happened, looked down at the man on the ground who refused to close his eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry, when In front of so many children, but in the situation just now, if you don’t shoot him, he will kill.”
Sheng Yao felt that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Jiang Hu's tone didn't explain, he didn't have any fear, and he didn't even feel relieved. His tone and expression were too flat, so flat that it was unreal. Okay?"
Jiang Hu smiled, but didn't answer, Sheng Yao felt that his pupils were dilated.
Shen Yexi pulled off the earphones and rushed in before Sheng Yao finished saying "safe". Many casualties.
After the aftermath began, some medical staff came in with a stretcher, and Yang Man organized people to take the children out one by one for the doctor to examine. After another ten minutes, the parents who were notified flocked in. The quiet and well-behaved children Only then did he come back to his senses, crying everywhere.
They are still too young, when the concept of "death" is not clear in these children's minds, they encountered it prematurely. I saw blood, saw the darkest human nature in this society, and saw the most vicious and craziest face. When Yang Man handed over a girl with blue lips to her mother, she couldn't help thinking, how will these children accept such a fact? What kind of people will they become in the future
Perhaps for a long time to come, nightmares will be a part of their lives, becoming the cruelest baptism in their growth. After witnessing the brutal murder of the boy who stood up, would they become more timid, or more courageous
At the beginning of the night, the topic of life and death was too heavy, Yang Man thought, they hadn't reached the time to digest it yet.
The little girl put her head in her mother's arms, and grabbed her father's clothes corner with one hand. Yang Man looked at them thoughtfully not far away. The girl cried for a long time, and then slowly Come to yourself. She wiped her face, then turned her head suddenly, ran to Yang Man, tremblingly, and said in a strong nasal voice, "Auntie Policeman..."
Yang Man knelt down to look at her, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
The girl's little hands rubbed the corner of the skirt uneasily, and Yang Man noticed that there was a large ink smear on it, and the girl whispered with red eyes: "Auntie, the bad guy took away my friend just now, we had a quarrel today Yes, I regret it..." She blinked her eyes, a stream of tears flowed down again, Yang Man reached out and gently wiped them away for her.
"... I shouldn't speak ill of her, I shouldn't ignore her... Auntie, is Sun Xiaoli dead? Will I lose sight of her in the future?"
"No, Sun Xiaoli was frightened. The doctor said she would stay in the hospital for a while and she would be fine." Yang Man instantly understood who she was referring to as "Sun Xiaoli" and patted the girl's messy hair.
"Then... can I see her?" Hearing that Sun Xiaoli was not dead, the girl's eyes lit up instantly, and the pupils washed by tears were astonishingly clear.
Seeing this, Yang Man's heart softened: "I'll ask the doctor for you, okay?"
The girl nodded vigorously, and watched helplessly as she walked aside to ask a man in a white coat. After a while, Yang Man turned around with a smile and waved to her. The girl looked at her mother immediately, and followed the crying young mother to hold her daughter's hand. The family of three walked to the ambulance together. The child Sun Xiaoli, who had just been in shock, woke up and looked at them with open eyes.
The girl with the ink on her clothes leaned over and said something softly, and then the two children laughed together.
Yang Man suddenly felt a little hot in his eye sockets.
After Shen Yexi saw that no one was injured, he was greatly relieved, and then began to direct the follow-up matters. He took it for granted that the gun in the prisoner's chest was fired by Sheng Yao. When a bunch of trivial matters were dusted to the ground, Shen Yexi realized that Jiang Hu had gone somewhere, and Sheng Yao stood aside in a daze.
When Sheng Yao was on the field, he seldom played the role of charging forward, and no matter what, he would not be in a good mood if he killed someone, even if he was really a vicious person.
Shen Yexi didn't know how to comfort him. He remembered that when he shot and killed the prisoner for the first time, he had a three-day nightmare. When he closed his eyes, he saw the dead man's livid face and blood all over the place. So Shen Yexi walked over and patted Sheng Yao on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't think too much, I wrote the report for you later, in that situation, if he wasn't killed, these kids would be in danger. "
Only then did Sheng Yao raise his head: "I didn't shoot."
Shen Yexi was taken aback: "What did you say?"
Sheng Yao frowned slightly: "I didn't have time at that time, the gun was fired by Xiao Jiang, he..." Sheng Yao recalled that shot, it was clean and neat, although the distance was not too far, but the aim must have been trained, one shot killed, Jiang Zixin didn't even have a chance to struggle.
There was a "boom" in Shen Yexi's mind. He ran out before Sheng Yao finished listening. There was no trace of Jiang Hu in the huge scene. In the end, Su Junzi told him that he saw Jiang Hu getting into the car.
There was a row of police cars, and Shen Yexi anxiously looked over one by one, and finally remembered that Jiang Hu never sat around, and only went to the few cars specially assigned to the office.
Shen Yexi stood still in front of the car door, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly opened the car door. Fortunately, it was not locked from the inside—Jiang Hu was lying on the back seat, with his slender legs curled up to one side, and his glasses hung on his neckline. Curved arms cover the eyes.
The hair was covered, and it fell on the neckline in a crooked manner, revealing the pale neck. Shen Yexi slowly pulled his hand away and met Jiang Hu's eyes.
He suddenly panicked, because he couldn't see what was in the other party's almost out-of-focus eyes. Then Jiang Hu seemed to recognize him for a while before realizing that it was him, the corners of his mouth slightly curved up, that smile seemed to be painted on his face, extremely thin and false.
Jiang Hu said: "I've shot live targets before, but this is the first time I've shot a living person."
Even though Shen Yexi had a thousand words, he was stuck in his throat by his light smile. He found that the psychiatrist was really a technical job, just like now, he held the other person's cold as dead hand, but Can't think of a suitable word. Even if Jiang Hu had to maintain a certain speaking speed in order to organize his language well, even if each of them had a much higher level of Chinese than him, no one knew what to say under such circumstances.
Shen Yexi thought for a while, stretched out his hand, passed through Jiang Hu's shoulder, lifted him up forcefully, sat sideways in the car, and then hugged him tightly in his arms. Jiang Hu didn't struggle, didn't show any expression, and didn't make a sound, just quietly let Shen Yexi's stiff arms wrap around his body.
Jiang Hu could understand Shen Yexi's mood when he heard the frequency of the other's heartbeat. But as long as Jiang Hu still clings to his own world, no one can go in.
The moment he lightly pulled the trigger, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength. Jiang Hu didn't say a word until he returned to Shen Yexi's house in a daze. He tidied up hastily and went into the bathroom. Ye Xi felt that the sound of the water lasted longer than usual.
He turned on the shower, but just washed his hands over and over again, rubbing the skin on the back of his hands nervously, Jiang Hu stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the pale face of the person in the mirror that was smudged by the mist, I remembered what Shen Yexi said, killing a person is not as easy as you said.
After a while, he changed his clothes and came out, his hair was still dripping water, Shen Yexi was waiting for him, with a glass of steaming milk on the table: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Jiang Hu avoided his gaze, his face was still calm, he shook his head, and said softly: "I don't have any appetite, I want to go to bed first."
"Then drink the milk too?" Shen Yexi insisted, and handed the hot milk in front of him. This time Jiang Hu saw the cautious expression on the man's face.
He hesitated for a moment, took it, and squeezed out a smile: "Thank you." Then he turned and went into the bedroom, closing the door, as if shutting everyone out.
Jiang Hu buried himself in the quilt, curled up his body, and pressed his hands into fists against his heart, feeling the beating from there, again and again, he thought that blood would burst out from there, enter the blood vessels, and flow to the whole body , And his bullet hit Jiang Zixin's place, penetrated his chest, and then exploded in the flesh and blood, the blood vessels disintegrated, and then blood gushed out, like a huge flower blooming in his chest.
"Have you ever killed someone?" Someone seemed to be asking him in the haze, "You have never killed someone, how can you really understand the killer's thoughts?"
He slept extremely unsteadily, as if he was awakened not long after, and he couldn't remember what he had dreamed, as if the nightmare was a huge black hole, hovering around him again and again.
In the darkness, a hand stretched out and gently rested on his forehead: "Shh, I'm here, don't be afraid, go to sleep..."
It seems that he has been there from beginning to end, like those knights who split the fog in mythology, with warm palms against his skin.
Shen Yexi sat beside him for a whole night.