In a Mercedes-Benz in front of the Shanjia Nursing Home, Nan Zeyu and Tao Baihe were reluctantly kissing goodbye. www.biquge.info Although the two have been married for thirteen years, they still continue the passion of their newlyweds.

Tao Baihe picked up his handbag, "Then I'll go see the second uncle." ”

Nan Zeyu nodded, "Go ahead, say hello to the second uncle on my behalf." ”

"By the way, today is the second uncle's birthday, can you get off work early? Tao Baihe looked at his lipstick in the mirror, but fortunately, it didn't fade. She said with a slight complaint, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, so it's okay for you to leave early today, right?"

Nan Zeyu thought for a while, "Okay, I'll try my best." He looked at the cloak-style sweater on Tao Baihe's body, and couldn't help but jokingly say, "Your clothes are really like blankets." ”

"It's called fashion!" Tao Baihe glared at him, "Forget it, I won't tell you, you men don't understand." ”

Seeing Tao Baihe drifting away, Nan Zeyu took out his personal mobile phone. He thought about it for a while, and couldn't decide whether to call Harunori Kujou or go straight to the office.

Nan Zeyu had a pimple in his heart: a few days ago, he reported the recent progress to Kujo Haruki, explaining that the person they were tracking might not be Mous but Pennington. However, Kujo Harukomi's reaction was extremely cold and calm. This couldn't help but make him think, "Could it be that my father already knew the true identity of the old man, so why did he keep hiding it from me?"

Nan Zeyu knew that Kujou Harutomi was suspicious by nature, but as the son of Kujou Harumi, he couldn't get the full trust of the other party, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

Nan Zeyu sighed and glanced at the time on the phone screen, eight o'clock. It's seven o'clock in Tokyo at the moment, and Kujo Harumi must have gotten up yet.

"But what do you say? Say you've been thinking about it all week, or maybe you haven't found Pennington's whereabouts for a while?"

Nan Zeyu suddenly remembered the old faded annual calendar card, he put down his phone, opened the storage box, and took it out. He didn't report this discovery to Kujo Harotomi.

I don't know why, Nan Zeyu feels that this card is very important. He recalls over and over again what happened in 1991, when the Buren Society had an operation in China, but he did not know the details, when he happened to have a serious illness and spent months in a hospital bed.

Nan Zeyu frowned and thought hard for a while, but he couldn't understand what special meaning 91 had in mind, after all, he was still in elementary school that year.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled him, and he pressed the answer, "Baihe, what's wrong?"

Tao Baihe's crying voice came from the earpiece, "Husband, come quickly, second uncle, second uncle is no longer good!"

Nan Zeyu quickly got out of the car, ran into the Shanjia Building, and rushed into Tao Wutian's room. The faces of several staff members were very ugly, he pushed everyone away and saw Tao Baihe standing at the door of the bathroom, her body trembling involuntarily.

"Bai He......" He walked over and tried to hug Tao Baihe and calm her down. But when he walked to the bathroom door, he was also stunned.

Tao Wutian sat in a wheelchair, facing the door, his right hand hanging down in a bright red bathtub. The faucet at one end of the tub is still on, but the flow is small. Nan Zeyu walked over and turned off the faucet. The faucet was filled with hot water, and when he realized this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Nan Zeyu pressed his finger against Tao Wutian's carotid artery, and after a few seconds, he retracted his hand. Tao Wutian's eyes were closed, and he had probably been dead for several hours.

Tao Baihe suddenly said loudly: "What's the matter with you? Why don't you find a doctor?"

Nan Zeyu was not in the mood to break the siege, he just quickly contacted a few people to deal with it.

From the scene, it looks like a suicide.

Tao Wutian had a longitudinal incision about fifteen centimeters long on his right arm, and under his wheelchair, a utility knife fell.

Tao Wutian is a senior criminal policeman, and he knows that cutting his wrists like this will definitely die. Nan Zeyu looked at his pale face, and a strange feeling rose in his heart: he and Tao Wutian have always been at odds, Tao Wutian's temper became extremely strange after he broke his leg, and he rarely talked to him, even if he had to say it, he was also armed with a gun and a stick, and he could be damaged.

It stands to reason that he should have breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Tao Wutian die, but at this moment, he didn't feel a trace of relief. Tao Baihe's hysterical crying certainly upset him, but it also made him feel a subtle sadness.

This old criminal policeman, who was as stubborn as a donkey, finally chose to end his life with his own hands. Nan Zeyu remembered a joke often told among the police, "When a criminal police officer dies inherently, or dies in bed, or dies on the ground." ”

Nan Zeyu walked out of the bathroom, looked down at his footprints covered with blood, and then said helplessly: "Bai He, don't cry, I called, and someone will come in a while." ”

"Who did this?" Tao Baihe shouted angrily, "It's despicable to pretend to be a suicide!"

Nan Zeyu lowered his voice, "Don't make trouble, the second uncle is likely to commit suicide!"

"Impossible!" Tao Baihe raised his head, his crying red eyes and carefully outlined eyeliner, which looked particularly weird. "Didn't we just have dinner with my second uncle a few days ago, on the day of the winter solstice? Do you think he looks a little bit like someone planning to commit suicide?"

Nan Zeyu shook his head, not going to argue with her. He knew his wife's character, and refuting her at the moment would only make her emotions more uncontrollable. He glanced at the table and saw a wrapped gift box on it, as well as a letter.

Nan Zeyu hesitated, picked up the tissue on the table, wrapped the envelope, and slowly opened the letter.

"Big brother, Bai He, Jiaojiao:

As I write this, I am twelve hours away from my 56th birthday. I really didn't have the courage to wait for you to celebrate my birthday, so I chose to go first.

Big brother, over the years, you have done a lot for our Tao family, you have worked hard, you can't read this letter clearly, let Bai He read it to you.

Big brother, I often think back to when we were young. Thinking of you taking me to play with the third child, and remembering that my parents asked us to borrow some soy sauce from the neighbor, the third child and I both felt ashamed, only you raised your hand excitedly every time and said "I'll go". You are indeed better than us, and not only can you borrow things, but sometimes you can also bring back a little maltose and rice cakes. That was our favorite thing to eat when we were children, big brother, you were reluctant to eat it every time, and lied to me and the third child that you think maltose sticks to your teeth and is not delicious.

Big brother, when I write here, I suddenly want to ask you, do you remember the face of the third child?

After the third child left, for the first few years, I always dreamed of him. In the dream, he was still like that, and when he smiled, he showed the dimple on one side. He doesn't like to show his teeth because he thinks his teeth are yellow. How would he know that our two old smoking guns, later teeth, are much more yellow than his.

Sometimes, I have nightmares about the third child dying in front of us, but we don't save him. He ripped off his clothes, made us look at his heart, and said that neither of us had any. I tried to stop him, but he suddenly tore open his chest and pulled out a bloody heart.

I woke up, still in a nursing home. In the dark night, I can touch the soft blankets and quilts, but where is the third brother?

Bai He, you have always been very willful, from the university you chose, to the major you changed, to the boyfriend you chose. Every time you talk about friends, I don't say anything against it, I always support you, even if my eldest brother is against it.

You gave birth to Jiaojiao and became a mother yourself, but sometimes, I still feel that you haven't grown up, like the little girl before, you love beauty, willfulness, and self.

But I'm not worried about you, I know you've always loved yourself and won't suffer. I just hope that sometimes you can change your temper and your life will be better.

Jiaojiao, alas, writing this, I suddenly burst into tears.

I carved a lamb in the box next to it, which is your birthday present in 2016, and I gave it out in advance. After all, in the future, I don't have any more birthday gifts for you.

Jiaojiao, you have to listen to your mother, focus on your studies, I don't understand the things in the entertainment industry, but I think you are so smart, you will definitely be able to distinguish the priorities.

Our Tao family has been farmers for generations, starting from the eldest brother, we have slowly mixed up, and now, we can be regarded as worry-free about food and clothing. But, big brother, we can't make money with a bad conscience, we can't harm others, and we can't forget our roots. Don't forget, our ancestors were honest farmers, with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky, and although their lives were hard, they were always innocent and worthy of their conscience.

Big brother, sometimes I really wish I could go back in time, back to before 1985, back to when the third child was still around, back to when you didn't open a store.

In life, no one can escape the calamity that should exist.

My leg is broken, and my eldest brother's eyes can't see clearly, but it's not over yet.

The sins made by the Tao family will have to be repaid sooner or later.

I'll go first.

If there is an afterlife, we are still a family.

Written by Wutian, December 30, 2015. ”

Nan Zeyu put the letter back in the envelope, unable to tell what it was like in his heart. In this long letter of thousands of words, not a single word mentions him. Obviously, Tao Wutian does not want to regard him as a "Tao family".

Nan Zeyu wrapped the gift box in a tissue, and then picked it up, feeling very light. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he had to admit that Tao Wutian was really good to Nan Zejiao, just like his own granddaughter.

At the same time, Yu Jingbo, who had just walked into the office, stretched out soothingly. He has been in a very good mood for the past two days, and since Gao Jin told him that Hua Chang was killed and the rest of the kidnappers were arrested the day before yesterday, he was so happy that he almost wanted to dance.

Although Hua Chang once told him that the kidnappers knew about their dealings, he was not worried, and with his knowledge of Hua Chang, this was probably an exaggeration.

Hua Chang is cunning by nature, and only others share information with him, and there is no possibility for him to share secrets with others.

What's more, even if the rest of the kidnappers really knew, he would not be afraid, because these people could not have evidence that he and Hua Chang were plotting to kidnap him.

The biggest trouble was solved, and with the help of other people's hands, thinking of this, Yu Jingbo couldn't help but laugh.

"Yu Yuan!" Ju Yin hurriedly knocked on the door, and without waiting for him to agree, he rushed in.

"Why are you flustered?" Yu Jingbo said with a straight face, "What's the situation in the early morning?"

"That family member of Director Nan, that old policeman, committed suicide by cutting his wrists!" Ju Yin said with a trembling mouth when he spoke, and "suicide" was like "self-defeating." ”

Yu Jingbo blinked his eyes several times before he understood what the other party meant. He asked in a panic, "When did the medical staff contact medics?" Who found out?"

"It was Director Minami's wife who found out......," Ju Yin said in a hutter, "Director Minami is also there." ”

". Yu Jingbo cursed. He grabbed his coat and walked out while putting it on, "Hurry up and tell the front desk, you can't let the media in, and you won't be allowed to visit today!"

When Yu Jingbo rushed to Tao Wutian's room, Nan Zeyu was standing at the door on the phone. He smiled flatteringly at Nan Zeyu, who looked at him expressionlessly, his attention focused on his phone.

Yu Jingbo touched a soft nail, so he had to nod, entered the door sideways, and walked to Tao Baihe's side. "Mrs. Nan!" he cried out, "how are you?"

Tao Baihe turned his face, "Dean Yu!" Her eyes were still red and red, because she was crying so much, even her nose was red.

Yu Jingbo hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her, "Please mourn! I'll arrange for someone to deal with this matter immediately!"

"No need. Nan Zeyu hung up the phone and walked in, "My people will be there soon." He stared at Yu Jingbo with an unkind expression, "Didn't the good family say that the service of Yixuan Tower is one-to-one?"

"Yes, yes. Yu Jingbo hurriedly explained.

"Then why did my second uncle do this kind of thing? Isn't it because you don't take good care of it?" Nan Zeyu said.

Tao Baihe also calmed down a little at the moment, and when she heard Nan Zeyu say this, she raised her voice and said menacingly: "If I knew that you were so irresponsible, I wouldn't let the second uncle live in the good house!"

Her voice was already high-pitched, but when she raised the volume, it became even harsher. There were already many elderly people in the corridor, and some caregivers were silently watching the excitement.

Yu Jingbo was a little flustered, he pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay if Director Nan is here, we should call the police, and the irrelevant people at the scene please leave, don't obstruct the police." ”

After speaking, he said to Ju Yin in a mocking manner, "Director Ju, have you called the police?"

Without waiting for Ju Yin to answer, Nan Zeyu said coldly: "The police will send someone in a while, we will call your surveillance video here, and in addition, from last night to now, all people who enter and leave the good house must be investigated." ”

Yu Jingbo rolled his eyes and saw the envelope on the table. He had a plan, so he smiled and said, "Director Nan, suicide is not a criminal case, right?"