This was the first time in Han Ding's twenty-three years of life that he had witnessed blood. Although the scars of the knife were all visible, and although the blood flowed five steps, the scene left in his mind was really the warmth of a vein.

Long Xiaoyu's face was serene, as if he had just fallen asleep, his face was pale and bloodless, but it was lifelike. His head rested on Siping's mother's knees, and the kind woman gently combed his black forehead. Everyone lightened their pace and stopped the noise, even Luo Jingjing suppressed her sorrow, as if she was afraid of waking him up. She slowly crouched down and held up his wrist, blood still flowing from the deep wound, she turned a blind eye to Yao Dawei, who had been searching for a pulse in Long Xiaoyu's neck with her hand, and turned a deaf ear to Yao Dawei's dull words announcing death. She gently pushed the palm of Long Xiaoyu's fist away, and she saw that in the palm of the hand stained with hot blood, there was a string of cold pearls with a little green in the middle of it.

The plainclothes came up and pulled up Siping's mother with all their hands. The woman was carried out of the hut in a trance, muttering to herself. Then they picked up Luo Jingjing, and Han Ding wanted to go over and take Luo Jingjing over, but was separated by a tall man in plain clothes. The room was too small, he and she were close at hand, but the human wall blocked it, and he watched them carry Luo Jingjing, who had fainted, out of this bloody attic. He wanted to call her, but before he could say anything, Yao Dawei slapped him on the shoulder from behind.

Yao Dawei said: "Let's go, the scene needs to be protected." You left so many traces at the scene and are not afraid that we will suspect you of being a murderer? ”

Murderer? Will I be the murderer?

An hour later, Han Ding finished the interrogation transcript in an office of the Shaoxing Public Security Bureau, and after signing his name on the first page of the transcript, he asked Yao Dawei, who questioned him: "If Long Xiaoyu was killed, and I left so many shoe prints and fingerprints at the scene, am I really unable to escape suspicion?" Yao Dawei nodded without hesitation: "Yes, at least you will be one of the suspects." Han Ding asked again: "But you know that I can't kill, if you know my personality and character, and know that I can't kill people, will you still doubt me?" Yao Dawei smiled and replied: "Nothing is impossible, bad people are not necessarily inhumane, and good people are not necessarily without beast hearts." Good people and bad people are distinguished by the mainstream, good people are mainly good, and bad people are evil first. But in a specific event, there are often mistakes and reversals of priorities. A good, kind, and decent person, at a certain moment, under a certain specific situation, may not suddenly release the evil that he usually strictly restrains himself...... So, for us, nothing is impossible. For things, there is only the beginning and the end. ”

Han Ding had nothing to say.

Yes, this case is over, whether it is for Yao Dawei or Han Ding, it is over.

Han Ding thought, what does it mean to end? Does it mean that a new process is about to begin?

It was already more than one o'clock in the afternoon after making the transcript, and Han Ding rushed to a slightly shabby street hospital very close to Siping's house. He knew from Yao Dawei that Luo Jingjing was sent here, and he was already conscious, and Lao Yao also sent someone to follow him to make a record, but unfortunately it was not done. Luo Jingjing just cried, just asked about Long Xiaoyu's situation, she never believed that Long Xiaoyu was dead, this earth-shaking change came too quickly. Fortunately, Luo Jingjing's transcript is irrelevant to the conclusion of Zhu Siping's murder case, whether it is dispensable or not. In addition, the doctors and nurses stopped the two plainclothes and insisted on asking for Luo Jingjing's treatment fee - the person was sent by you, you can't leave it alone...... Therefore, those two plainclothes really threw away and slipped away.

When Han Ding rushed to the hospital, he didn't encounter anyone pestering him to ask for money, no one asked for money because Luo Jingjing had already paid the money and left the hospital a quarter of an hour ago. Han Ding asked the doctor, do you know where this girl went? The doctors and nurses all looked at each other with blank expressions.

Han Ding walked out of the hospital, there were pedestrians in front of him, the sun was shining on his head, and the road was leading in all directions, but Luo Jingjing was nowhere to be seen.

He dialed Luo Jingjing's mobile phone, which had been turned off. Han Ding took a taxi to the train station, and he searched for it until dark in the ticket hall and entrance of the train station, and he did not see Luo Jingjing's figure. He reluctantly called Lao Yao's mobile phone again and asked him if he knew Luo Jingjing's whereabouts. Lao Yao said that he didn't know, and said that he just had something to tell you, just now Zhu Siping's mother sent a little girl to find you and let you go, I don't know what to do, you can see if you want to go or not.

After hanging up Lao Yao's phone, Han Ding stood at the street entrance in front of the train station, exhausted and dizzy. He hadn't eaten water since morning, and his mind had become sluggish. He staggered into a small restaurant on the side of the road, drank half a bottle of beer, ate something indiscriminately, retrieved some calories from his body, and walked out to Siping's house. When he walked to Siping's house, it was late, and his fingers were already missing from the doorway, and there was no one in the small patio, and there was no popularity. Perhaps the panic left behind during the day caused the neighbors to close their doors as soon as it was dark and silence them. Han Ding groped his way up the narrow staircase, the creaking of the planks of the staircase was particularly exaggerated and wanton in the darkness. Halfway through, he heard a voice asking, "Who?" From the voice, he could tell that it was the girl next door who had been taking care of Siping's mother.

He said, "I, I'm Lawyer Han. ”

"Are you Lawyer Han?"

The girl opened one of the upper doors and used the light to illuminate the steep staircase. She immediately recognized Han Ding, turned her head and called into the room, "Lawyer Han is here." Then he welcomed Han Ding into the house.

The room was dimly lit and the air was dirty, so the girl led Han Ding to the bed, then helped the woman on the bed up, and said repeatedly: "Auntie, Lawyer Han is here." ”

Siping's mother stretched out her thin hand and motioned for Han Ding to sit on the edge of the bed. Although the light in front of the bed was dim, Han Ding could still feel the tears in her eyes. She coughed hard for a while, and as she coughed, she tried to speak, and when she opened her mouth, she choked thinly:

"Lawyer Han, I want to ask you to go to the judge to say a word for me, Xiao Yu has already admitted his mistake, ask the judge to lenient him."

Han Ding was stunned and didn't know what to say, didn't know how to answer, didn't know how to comfort this kind and ignorant woman.

"Xiao Yu told me all today. He was sitting in front of my bed, just like you are now, and he said to me, 'Mom, I killed Siping, I'm sorry for her, and I'm sorry for you.' I'm going to find Siping now, please forgive me. Then he went to Siping's house. He went there to find Siping. Lawyer Han, please go and tell the judge, Siping is my daughter, Xiaoyu is my son, and the affairs of the two of them are our own affairs, and we can leave the state alone. I am their mother, I have forgiven them, and they are now reconciled. You ask the judge not to convict Xiao Yu again......"

Han Ding nodded, he tried his best to comfort this loving heart with words that this woman could understand, and he said, "Don't worry, the judge will not sentence him again." The law stipulates that the person who is no longer there will be no longer a sentence, and he will be let go. ”

Siping's mother showed a look of relief, and kept saying thank you - thank you, judge, thank you, Han Ding......

Han Ding left Siping's house and was sent down the stairs by the little girl with a flashlight. After he walked down the stairs, he asked the little girl if she knew where Luo Jingjing had gone. He asked casually, but he didn't expect the little girl's answer to make him stop suddenly and tremble.

"Is it Brother Xiaoyu's friend? She just walked away. ”

"Just left?" Han Ding's voice became urgent, "How long have you been gone?" ”

"Before you come, a few minutes before you come. I had just dropped her off when you came. ”

"Where did she go? Do you know where she went? ”

"I don't know, I'll go."

"What is she doing here, to see Siping's mother?"

"No, she didn't go in, she came to see Xiao Yu's brother's room, she wanted to stay in that room by herself for a while, she didn't let me go in with her, and she didn't let me tell my aunt."

“…… What was she doing in that hut? ”

"Didn't do anything...... She was crying alone inside. ”

Han Ding's eyes moistened. He obviously knew that it was Long Xiaoyu who was crying for Luo Jingjing, but he didn't know why he wanted to cry too.

Luo Jingjing came back again, she came back to see Xiao Yu's hut, she cried goodbye to her Xiao Yu in this hut, and then left silently.

This was the last news Han Ding knew about Luo Jingjing.

Han Ding's third day back in Beijing was the day of the TOEFL test. Although his parents declared that they had been completely disappointed in him, they still wrote a note on the time and place of the next morning's exam the night before and put it next to his pillow, and the next morning his mother knocked on his door, knocking for a long time before he answered in a daze. Outside the door, my mother asked, "Aren't you going to get up?" He lazily replied, "I want to sleep!" The mother walked away silently and never called him again.

He moved back to his own residence in Chongwenmen, and the furnishings in the house were still the same as Luo Jingjing had arranged later. He goes to and from work every day, at two o'clock or three o'clock, and lives a listless and passionless life. After his parents became angry, they no longer cared about his studies and future, but instead worried about his psychological state. They would sometimes cautiously ask Luo Jingjing if they had heard from her, and Han Ding always replied expressionlessly, "No." ”

No! He never heard any news from Luo Jingjing again, never again! He tried to tell himself clearly that he had just had a beautiful dream and woke up with nothing and nothing.

In such a listless life, the only thing that can make him look forward to it is to call Luo Jingjing's mobile phone countless times. That was the only way he could contact her. Until one day, the voice from the mobile phone is no longer the phrase "the user you are calling is turned off", but replaced by "Sorry, the number you are calling is empty!" ”。 At this time, he knew that this last path had also been completely interrupted. This phone number was like a trembling bubble that had been floating in his heart, and now, the only remaining bubble had finally burst and disappeared into nothingness in the air.

Every day, he doesn't go anywhere except for work and home and the occasional business trip. I only went to my parents' house when they needed help with their work. He is still active in his work in the firm, and together with Lao Lin, he has done a transnational and cross-provincial inheritance case, and his performance and results are also remarkable. Lao Lin stole the limelight from Zhang Xiong's case, and changed a certain nirvana ending to a suspended death. Zhang Xiong's change from intentional homicide to attempted intentional homicide left a life, which is of course a great success for the lawyer's defense. As a result, Lao Lin's reputation in the firm has gradually increased, and his life is also proud. The girlfriend has changed again, and she looks good, and it is said that this time Lao Lin is serious.

Lao Lin finally got serious, and sent Han Ding to take his son to the International Trade Center for ice skating in order to make room for him and his girlfriend. When one day Han Ding finally got tired of this errand of "accompanying the prince to study", Lao Lin introduced him to a girlfriend with a soothing nature. The girl was the daughter of one of Lao Lin's clients and worked as a secretary in a foreign company. The image is good, the person is quiet, and he is very knowledgeable, and he is taking the postgraduate examination. That day, Han Ding and the girl met at Lao Lin's house, and enjoyed Lao Lin's eighteen cooking skills with Lao Lin's girlfriend and son. After the meal, Lao Lin said slyly: "This girl hasn't skated before but she wants to try it, Han Ding, why don't you accompany her on a trip?" If you go, I'll take my son with me, he hasn't slipped for a long time and is so hungry. When the girl heard that she was going to go skating, she nodded reservedly, and Han Ding had no choice but to take them there. They had a good time that day, and the girl staggered on the ice several times and almost fell into his arms. Every time Han Ding wanted to help, she politely pushed him away. Every time she pushed him, she was all friendly and smiled, Han Ding was quite uncomfortable with that elegant smile, thinking that this girl was very worthy of being a scholar in the future, and even a smile would be high-grade from now on. After skating, Bing Xiaolin wanted to go to the video store as usual, and the girl proposed to go to the café to drink a cup of Biluochun. Han Ding had to spend money to buy a CD that Xiao Lin had to listen to, so he dragged the kid out of the video store.

They smelled the fragrance and went to look for Biluochun, passing by the Chinese furniture store, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling window outside the store, there were three or five onlookers. The girl curiously went over to see what was going on, and she saw a red rosewood official hat chair, sitting a girl with heavy makeup and high buns, a silk red gown with wide sleeves, a moslin black skirt with thousands of pleats, and a white gauze fan like smoke and mist, which half-covered the expressionless peach blossom powder face, willow eyebrows and jade face of the dressed girl. The slender jade hand holding the fan is surrounded by a crystal cold white bead chain, a little emerald green in the beads, vibrant, dazzling......