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An old man stood in front of the platform, looking at the rushing vehicles and passengers, his wrinkled face showing a hint of anxiety.

The old man looked to be at least seventy years old, with gray hair, a sparse beard, a rickety back, and a hand on crutches that was as thin as a dry stick, covered with age spots.

As cars came and went, he kept standing in front of the platform on crutches. Whenever a car drove in, a glimmer of light appeared on his dull and wrinkled face, and his eyes would follow the passengers who got off the bus, as if he was looking for something, but there was a blank look in his searching eyes.

He's not here to get in a car, he's waiting for someone.

A man he had never met.

He made an appointment with the man on the phone to meet in front of the station, but he waited from early in the morning until now, and it was almost noon, and the man never appeared.

Although his back was sore and his legs were numb, the old man still did not give up. Still waiting there.

He had to wait for the man.

Because the other party is his last straw.

is his only hope.

If you can't wait for that man, his old life will be gone, what do you care about backache and numbness?

The old man's hand holding the cane turned a little white from the exertion.

"That ......" a young voice sounded from behind the old man, "May I ask if it's Mr. Xue?"

As soon as the old man heard what the other party called him, a happy expression appeared on his face, and he immediately turned to look at the other party.

"It's Mr. Xue, right? I'm sorry, I made a mistake. The man smiled apologetically, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head twice, "The phone said Sanhe Station, but I ran to Sanhe, and I didn't see you for a long time, only to realize that I was mistaken." ”

The old man looked at the man in front of him carefully, the other party looked twenty-five or sixteen years old, about 1.75 meters, with a slightly thin figure, with a refreshing short hair, the appearance of a smile was very kind, and his appearance was also handsome, but he looked tired, as if he had not woken up yet.

The old man was stunned, listening to the voice on the phone, he thought he would be a little older, but he didn't expect it to be such a young brother. However, since the other party uses the polite title of "Mr. Xue", it should be right. I just don't know if it's reliable, but now he doesn't think much about it, so he can only try.

"I am, I am. The old man nodded again and again, and when he spoke, his voice seemed to be stuffed with something in his throat, and his voice was a little indistinct, "You are Mr. Mingchuan, right?"

"Well, I'm Mingchuan. The man smiled and nodded.

"That ......" faced the young man he met for the first time, the other party was still a dozen years younger than his son, and the old man didn't know what to say for a while, and he ran out of words.

"Let's talk as we go. It's been a bit of a delay. Ming Chuan raised his hand as he spoke, motioning for the old man to go first.

It's not that Mingchuan respects the old and loves the young, but he doesn't know the direction at all, and if he doesn't let the other party go ahead, can't he let a foreigner like him who even has the wrong name to lead the way?

This is the first time Ming Chuan has come to S City, and the purpose of his visit is to meet the old man in front of him, that is, the client of his work this time. The reason why he used the title of "Mr. Xue" was also to show his respect for his client, but in fact there was no other deep meaning.

"It happened just like it was said on the phone before. As he walked, the old man said to the man who was following him, "I hope you will find a way to save my son." As he spoke, the old man's voice became a little excited.

"Well, let me put things in order. Ming Chuan's voice was very calm, with a special laziness, and said slowly, "Your son, that is, Mr. Xue Dahu, got a strange disease after his wife died, right?"

"Hmm. The old man nodded, and then said viciously, "That hateful poisonous woman, who was not good to my son when she was alive, and even wants to harm him after she dies, this kind of woman should be dragged to hell and let her suffer for the rest of her life!"

"Ahem. Ming Chuan coughed lightly twice and interrupted the other party's cursing, and then said, "Anyway, you have taken Mr. Xue Dahu to the hospital, but there is still no way to determine the cause of his illness, right?

"Alas, it's a shame to say. I took Dahu to several hospitals, but the result was either that he could not find the cause or that he should be sent to the psychiatric department, but my Dahu was not mentally ill!" the old man said and became a little indignant, and the crutches made a crisp sound when he knocked on the ground.

"Is the death of your daughter-in-law related to Dahu sure?" Ming Chuan ignored the other party's excitement and asked with half-squinted eyes.

"Of course not!" the old man said loudly in denial, because his emotions were too loud, and after he finished speaking, he coughed incessantly, and it took a while to calm down.

"Well, okay. Ming Chuan shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

Through the phone before, Ming Chuan had already learned about the general situation of the matter. It is almost determined that the old man's son Xue Dahu, the current situation is the so-called "ghost upper body". As he walked, he listened to the old man repeating the whole story again, and the expression on Ming Chuan's face was always faint, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, the two walked to an old building.

This building was originally built by the factory to build a welfare housing for employees, but after the factory closed, the workers living here gradually moved out in order to make a living, and the number of residents in it is decreasing year by year, leaving most of the old, weak, sick and disabled and residents who cannot afford to rent other houses.

It's damp, cold, and full of cracks, and even in the daytime, the hallway is dark and cold.

Ming Chuan followed the footsteps of the old man, looking left and right as he walked, most of the doors on both sides of the corridor were closed, and occasionally curious people would open the door and glance at them.

Walking to the door at the end of the hallway, the two stopped.

"Is this here?" Ming Chuan raised his head and looked at the top of the door, and asked in a light tone.

"Hmm. The old man nodded, and then said, "I have tied up the big tiger with a rope soaked in salt water while he was asleep, as you told him on the phone before, and he should wake up by this time." ”

Ming Chuan didn't react after listening to the other party's words, and was about to push the door in half-squinted and looked half-asleep, but the palm of his hand stopped as soon as he touched the door.

"You wait outside, don't open the door until you hear anything. Remember, never open the door. Ming Chuan said slowly.

The old man nodded.

Ming Chuan stopped talking, took a deep breath, pushed open the door and quickly dodged into the room.

Looking at the door that was closed again, the old man's face showed a complicated look, worried and frightened with a little expectation, pacing at the door uneasily, and his hand on crutches trembled unconsciously.