Accompanied by the police, Wu Junke, and Zhao Feng, Yan Zihui came to the morgue.

Liu Meng is already a cold corpse. She jumped from a great height and was already unrecognizable.

Because of the intervention of the police, Liu Meng's body has been forensically dissected first, and after ruling out the possibility of drug ingredients in the body and homicide, it was confirmed that it was a suicide.

Uncovering the white cloth, not to mention Yan Zihui, even Wu Junke took a few steps back in a hurry, but fortunately, Zhao Feng was surprisingly bold and not afraid at all, and supported Wu Junke behind him.

Wu Junke held himself hard, only to hear a pop, and Yan Zihui's face turned pale and fell to the ground.

Yan Zihui fainted, but she didn't completely lose consciousness, she felt someone pick her up, and she desperately opened her eyes with only the last remaining consciousness.

She was held by Wu Junke, and she struggled to get off the ground. "I want to see my mom!"

Yan Zihui had already been carried out of the morgue by Wu Junke, she broke free and got off the ground, turned around and ran in the direction of the morgue.

Wu Junke grabbed her. "You take a break, slowly. ”

"I don't want to, I want to see my mother!"

Yan Zihui was pulled by Wu Junke and couldn't move, but she still tried her best to pull her body in the direction of the morgue.

"Zihui!"

"You let me see her again, one last time, I want to see her!"

Yan Zihui broke Wu Junke's fingers and broke them one by one.

In this corridor, no light came in, as if it was for the rest of the deceased, so even the lights were dim.

In such an environment, Yan Zihui's piercing screams not only make people feel distressed, but also make people frightened.

"Comrade policeman, can you let my friend go in and see her mother again? ”

Wu Junke discussed with the police.

The two policemen looked at each other. "Okay, but not too long, let your friend control his emotions. ”

The police took the three of them back to the morgue.

Liu Meng's body had already been put in the freezer, and the police had asked the staff to take her out again.

The staff pulled open the bag and walked out the door, leaving only one policeman, and the three of them.

Yan Zihui walked to Liu Meng's side step by step. She trembled and reached out and touched Liu Meng's cheek.

The place where Liu Meng was dissected had been stitched up, but the needles and threads were crooked, like a crawling centipede.

Yan Zihui's fainting was not scared, it was a sign of heartbreak.

Yan Zihui was very close to Liu Meng, almost about to stick to her, this behavior made the police on the side a little surprised, as they had long been numb to the victims of various death methods, the deceased, but the family members who came to identify the body had never seen such a thing.

Just now, I felt that Yan Zihui was no different from others, and I fainted in fright, but now it seems that she is not overly frightened.

"Mom, are you cold? When you left home in the morning, you said that it was cold, and asked me to wear more, why don't you have temperature now?"

Yan Zihui's tears dripped onto the cold stainless steel bed, and the little tears could be heard.

"Mom, are you blaming me, I lost my temper, so you got angry and left me away, didn't you?"

Yan Zihui touched Liu Meng's hand, and she put Liu Meng's hand on her face. "Mom, you still touched me like this a few days ago, why did you leave!

The policeman took a few steps forward and leaned into Wu Junke, and said in his ear: "Mr. Wu, something is not quite right with your friend, or it should be over." ”

Wu Junke nodded, he walked to Yan Zihui's side and put his arm on Yan Zihui's shoulder. "Zihui, let's go. Auntie is gone, there are still many things for you to do, you can't help but do this. ”

Yan Zihui didn't seem to hear it, but she was still immersed in the conversation with Liu Meng. "Mom, get up, you beat me, scold me, don't fall asleep like this. For so many years, I didn't run away, I let them torture me, just because I couldn't bear you. And why did you leave me behind! You can't do this, you're my only relative, Mom!"

The police's experience taught him that Yan Zihui could no longer be allowed to stay. This time, he reminded Wu Junke again, but said directly to Yan Zihui: "Miss Yan, the festival is smooth." You've confirmed that this is your mother, so please cooperate with us now. ”

Yan Zihui grabbed Liu Meng's stiff hand, which had no temperature. "Mom, you forgive me, I didn't blame you, it was all my nonsense that day, you forgive me, you wake up!"

"Mr. Wu, please take your friend out. If you can't, we'll have to ask for it. "The police are non-negotiable.

Wu Junke held Yan Zihui's upper arm hard. "Zihui, Auntie won't blame you, let's go. ”

"I don't want it, Junke, I don't want to go. Yan Zihui was afraid that Wu Junke would forcibly take her away, so she grabbed the steel bed again.

The policeman turned his head and called his colleague in, so that it seemed that the police were really going to ask them out in person.

Zhao Feng came up with an arrow. "Boss, I'm coming. ”

Zhao Feng couldn't help but say, took Yan Zihui on his shoulders and walked out.

Of course, Yan Zihui will not honestly let him carry it. She kicked and hit Zhao Feng again.

Zhao Feng locked her legs tightly with his two hands, and she couldn't kick anymore, but Yan Zihui's hands and mouth could still move.

"You put me down, let me down!"

Zhao Feng walked out of the morgue in a few steps, in order to prevent Yan Zihui from not letting go back, he did not let go of Yan Zihui, but walked along the corridor, preparing to walk out of here and then let her down.

Yan Zihui's hand waved on Zhao Feng's back, constantly slapping and roaring.

At this scene, even the policemen who followed behind him felt that their backs hurt.

"Zhao Feng, you let me down! I want to accompany my mother!"

Zhao Feng just wanted to hurry out of the outermost door, and he quickened his pace.

Yan Zihui was stopped by Zhao Feng and carried by her waist, her whole body was folded and hung on Zhao Feng's shoulder, her upper body was behind him, she raised her head and looked at the police and Wu Junke behind her.

She pointed at the police and lashed out. "Are you inhuman? This is the last time I'll see my mother, won't you let me see you?"

The police only dismissed her as being overly sad and losing her mind.

"Junke, you asked Zhao Feng to let me down, and let me see my mother again. Yan Zihui pleaded with Wu Junke.

No one answered Yan Zihui, just walked silently in this gloomy corridor.

Zhao Feng finally looked forward to the end, only a few steps away, walked over the iron gate, and as soon as she wanted to make trouble, let her go.

He had just opened the iron door and was about to walk out from the inside, only to feel a whirling pain.

Yan Zihui bit his ear.

This time, the three people in the back also panicked.

Yan Zihui slurred his words and said, "You let me down." ”

Zhao Feng wanted to kill people in pain. "You let go! You think you're Tyson, and you're biting!"

"Let me down!" Yan Zihui worked harder again.

Zhao Feng bit the gate tightly, and after walking out of the iron gate, the police behind immediately closed the iron door and locked it. Zhao Feng risked his ears being ripped off and threw Yan Zihui off himself.

Zhao Feng covered his ears and shouted. While screaming, he also felt it with his heart, and he put his mind at ease, and his ears were still on his head. But the good times didn't last long, and his hand immediately felt a hot liquid flowing, and he put his hand in front of his eyes, it was blood.

"You ......" Zhao Feng pointed to Yan Zihui who fell to the ground, and his heart was full of dirty words, but he still stopped it.

Wu Junke looked at Zhao Feng's ears. "Go to the hospital, I'll take care of it here!"

"It's okay, it's just a little blood, I'll hold on!" Zhao Feng usually complains about Wu Junke secretly in his heart, but at the critical moment, he is definitely dominated by Wu Junke, and the current situation, Yan Zihui is out of control, if he is left alone, I don't know what chaos will happen.

Wu Junke took Yan Zihui's hand.

"Zihui, don't be like this, I'll accompany you to go through the formalities. ”

Yan Zihui shook it off without any nostalgia. "I don't need you to accompany me, you never protected me when I needed you!"

Yan Zihui is no longer docile and gentle, because at this moment she feels that the whole world is against her, and it is also when she has lost her only loved one.

The police couldn't see it. "Mr. Wu, if you don't forget it today, let your friend go through the formalities tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, now it has been confirmed that it is a suicide, and the aftermath must be dealt with as soon as possible. ”

"I see. ”

Wu Junke looked at Zhao Feng again and felt that he couldn't delay any longer. "You go to the hospital to treat the wound, go right now!"

"I'll send you back first, and then I'll go through the formalities when you're in a better mood. Wu Junke is also ready to be like Zhao Feng, if Yan Zihui can no longer control his emotions, he will simply carry her and leave first.

"You don't need to send it!" Yan Zihui stumbled in the direction of the door.

Wu Junke followed behind her.

Yan Zihui walked in front like a lonely ghost floating, only to walk to the glass door, and saw the beam of sunlight coming in, and she fainted solidly.

……

Wu Junke sat on a chair outside the ward, holding a large cup of espresso in his hand, and drank half a cup, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.

Zhao Feng's ear was ripped open a small opening, and after Yan Zihui passed out, she was sent to the hospital, and she entered the ward. Zhao Feng treats the wound, he can only comfort himself, in this way, it can be regarded as a way.

Zhao Feng bandaged his wound and came to find Wu Junke. "Boss, what's going on inside?"

"I got the injection and I'm still asleep. ”

Wu Junke's head rested against the wall, his eyes staring at the lamp on the ceiling. "How's your ear?"

"It's okay, I don't even need stitches, the doctor put it on with adhesive tape, and said it will grow back in a few days. ”

Zhao Feng still complained about the doctor's treatment methods, and felt too casual. It's old enough, and now that his ears have been torn off, he is worried that if the doctor doesn't stick it well, it will be misaligned, and it will look even more unpleasant in the future.

Zhao Feng was worried about his ears, and Wu Junke's hand slapped his knee. "Thank you!"

Zhao Feng didn't want to make the atmosphere very heavy. "It's not hard, the boss just counts it as a work injury. ”

Zhao Feng's trick didn't work.

Wu Junke put the coffee in his hand on the ground at his feet. He asked Zhao Feng in an extremely complicated tone. "You say, Yan Zihui and her mother jumped off the building, does it have anything to do with me? If she comes to me and I promise her, will it still end like this?"

Since Wu Junke received the news that Liu Meng jumped to his death, he fell into the torture of his conscience.

There was a vending machine across from them, and Zhao Feng went and invested money to buy a can of iced coffee.

He sat back. "Boss, I listened to what Yan Zihui said in the morgue, and the meaning of the words was that she had a conflict with her mother. So the key to the problem should be between their mother and daughter, not you. ”

Wu Junke wanted to accept Zhao Feng's statement, but he couldn't convince himself for a while.

Wu Junke thought of his old father, whether Wu Dequan was as unbearable as he was when he rejected Yan Zihui when he rejected Liu Meng, but he must be resolute. And now that Liu Meng is gone, is he in such a mood now that no one can understand his feelings except for Wu Dequan.

"Boss, I have a few words to say. Zhao Feng finished the coffee, threw it casually, and threw it into the trash can that was still some distance away from him.

Say. ”

"Yan Zihui and her mother are indeed unfortunate, but you have done your best to help them. If her death makes you pay what you shouldn't and are unwilling to pay, it is a kind of moral kidnapping. ”

Wu Junke was silent for a long time.

Now Yan Zihui is in grief, and it is very impersonal and even cold-blooded to say this, but this time is often the time when people are most hesitant and most likely to make wrong choices. ”

Wu Junke patted Zhao Feng's leg again. "I see, it's not early, you can go back and rest. ”

Zhao Feng shook his head. "I'd better be here, and if your ear is bitten like this, then I'm guilty of it. ”

Wu Junke propped his elbows on his knees, his hands supporting his head, and the scene when Liu Meng came to him kept coming to his mind.

His feet shook involuntarily, Wu Junke had never had the habit of shaking his feet, because his grandfather had not allowed him to have such a habit since he was a child.

He thought back and forth about what Liu Meng said, and he straightened up all of a sudden, and his shaking feet stopped. "Zhao Feng, do you remember that when her mother came to me, did she mention the name of Quiet?"

Zhao Feng didn't answer in a hurry, he recalled it carefully and carefully. "Yes, I mentioned it. She said she was going to talk quietly and begged her to agree to help with this. ”

Wu Junke's eyebrows were tangled, and he was very flustered all of a sudden, but he couldn't say the specific reason.

Wu Junke took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the screen, his mobile phone desktop was still the family photo taken by the four of them at that time, and his screensaver was still the wedding photo that Ruan Qing took for him and Jingjing.

Wu Junke clicked on the photo album on his phone, and there were very few photos in it. He clicked on the photos and looked back and forth.

Zhao Feng didn't quite understand why he looked at the quiet photo at this time, but he didn't want to ask too much.

After watching it for a while, Wu Junke replaced the desktop and screensaver on the phone with the pictures that came with the phone.

Zhao Feng's heart tightened, and he felt that Wu Junke had a kind of last resort for a strong man to break his wrist.

"Boss, you're not really going to sacrifice yourself, are you?"

Wu Junke stood up, pinched Zhao Feng's shoulder hard, and walked into Yan Zihui's hospital room.

Zhao Feng was overwhelmed by this pinch, watching Wu Junke's back disappear at the door of Yan Zihui's ward, feeling that he was like a sacrifice, this was a living sacrifice.

Wu Junke walked into the ward, just stood at the door, didn't take a step forward, Yan Zihui just lay quietly.

Wu Junke's eyes were lonely, and he felt that the person and thing in front of him were still slowly losing focus. "Zihui, I really don't know what to do anymore. ”

After saying this, he felt that the ward made him breathless, and he fled. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?