It seemed that it was the reason for the special room, and the nurse and doctor walking around the door deliberately lowered their pace, and passed by in a hurry, not wanting to stay for a moment.

Even Eryi's biological parents seem to have become passers-by at the moment of their son's death, with tears still on their faces, but they have become busy with their own things.

It's like a mourning party, maybe it will be heartbreaking before, sad and painful in the process, but after the end, there are a few people who can remember the deceased from the bottom of their hearts.

The deceased is gone, and the living have to think about the living, the changing.

Pei Qianchen held Eryi's hand, his fingertips were soaked in the coolness of the bones, different from the ice and snow, the stiffness of more than 20 degrees below zero, it was a kind of coldness from the inside out, as if he was holding an icicle, there was no touch, no temperature, and it would break as soon as it was broken.

But these hands without warmth pulled him when he needed help the most.

Pei Qianchen's hands are very good-looking, with distinct bones and slender fingers, saying that he is a boy, especially a boy who often fights, but he does not leave a trace of scarring.

Gently pinching the pencil on the drawing paper, the rustling sound is not as dazzling as the white fingers swaying under the light and shadow, the translucent and neat nails, there are no extra white seams, and the texture of the fingertips is evenly distributed.

When many girls and children saw the hand that painted, they ignored the painting with their hearts.

Although he doesn't know anything about painting, he also praises it.

The person who really likes his painting is one less person in this world.

That's right, more than one of them skimmed his hand and moved his eyes to the painting.

Although he didn't want to mention that person, he didn't want to admit it.

But he was always dangling in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

After staying in the hospital for a long time, and finally seeing that the time had to leave, the gloom on Pei Qianchen's face was swept away and became sunny.

"Good brother, you shout all day long to get a good night's sleep, it's best to be covered with a quilt and never wake up, at that time I laughed at you, saying how can people never do things, only sleep, I didn't expect you to do it, brother admired!"

After speaking, Pei Qianchen turned around and left, without looking back, his back was getting farther and farther away, and the surrounding scenery was blurred until everything disappeared.

After leaving the hospital, Pei Qianchen made a phone call with his sister, took the ticket he bought a few days ago, took the train, and came to the town.

After getting out of the car, Pei Qianchen carried a bag in one hand, which contained several packets of instant noodles and a bottle of water, enough for him to eat for a few days.

The town is not big, and it is only a fifteen minute walk from the train station to the factory.

What was once a bustling factory has now become a mass of scrap metal, old and sits on the ground, with its doors closed and affixed with obvious seals that clearly red the court on which people dare not approach.

Pei Qianchen approached, saw the new sprouts under the gate, his eyes were red, and he wanted to pull them all out when he squatted, but at the last moment, when the white roots had already seen a little, he still let go.

He sat down on the ground, and the red in his eyes gradually receded, leaving only decadence and bitterness.

They are also a reunited family, and they do not deserve this catastrophe.

But what did he do wrong?

Fate is so unfair, and those who work so hard to live suffer this blow, while those who do nothing all day long can be full of luck.

Leaving the factory, Pei Qianchen went straight to the police station in the town, although he came from Yuzhou City to bring people, but the history of the crime and the record files of the witnesses at that time would be left at the local police station of the prisoner.

Originally, it could have been found in Yuzhou City, but Pei Qianchen came back for another purpose.

When he arrived at the police station, Pei Qianchen suppressed his excitement and asked the police on duty, who looked like a young man with a very good attitude.

Handing him the registration book, Pei Qianchen was stunned, "What?" ”

"Register, put your name, ID card, phone number, what to do, and still have time, write that back."

The policeman looked at Pei Qianchen as he wrote, and pointed to him with his hand.

Pei Qianchen muttered in his mouth, and his head quickly crossed the numbers.

After writing and handing it to the police, he said "yo", with a surprised expression on his face.

"Did your parents kill someone?"

The policeman's eyes did not change from the original kindness to disgust, after all, he has seen this kind of thing a lot, and he has been in the police station for two or three years, and he is used to it.

As everyone knows, his ordinary appearance retains a trace of young self-esteem.

Pei Qianchen's tense nerves relaxed, wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his nose, and thought to himself, if only there were a few more people like this policeman outside.

He was already in pain enough, so why did he put mental pressure on him with weird looks?

Wouldn't it be nice to have a little more goodwill in this world?

Jingle bells.

The landline on the desk rang suddenly, and the policeman answered the phone, and his mouth said yes, and his voice was very respectful.

After a while, the person over there seemed to hang up the phone, and the policeman put the phone away and pulled out a yellow file bag from the table, on which was written a big dog character.

Pei Qianchen didn't see it by accident, so he felt curious, it should be a criminal file like a prisoner, why is there still a person surnamed Dog?

The policeman looked up and saw Pei Qianchen's shining eyes, and he didn't shy away from it, as if the document was not important, he pulled it and spread it out on the table, just three blank sheets of paper, and a few words were written scattered on the table.

"This person, in their rivers and lakes people called the dog master, it is said that he sells dogs, I don't know how to go crazy and kill dogs everywhere, and then he was stopped by his wife, and he actually killed his wife, and now people don't know where to go, the boss has confessed, and he must be arrested within a month!"

What did he say Pei Qianchen didn't pay attention to, but he wondered, let him see the murderer's file, is it okay?

The policeman looked at him with a puzzled face, and guessed a rough idea, hehe smiled, and began to introduce himself: "My name is Song Anbao, you can call me Lao Song, they all call me that, I have been here for a few years, there are few cases in the town, except for your parents, this is the only one, you are also half fate?" ”

"Tell you about him, it's true that I'm too boring, you can also see it, such a big game, just me, I'm still a person who loves to talk and talk, I almost didn't hold back my fart."

The more Song Anbao spoke, the more excited he became, his fingers clicked on the photo called Brother Dog, and the spittle Xingzi was visibly sprayed everywhere, and Pei Qianchen crossed his neck and endured the water spirit that could be clearly felt on his face.

Who dares to move, it's like being scolded by the teacher for not listening to the lecture in class, you can try it?

Besides, this is a policeman, even if he doesn't do anything wrong, but he will always be weak and timid when he sees the police, this is human instinct, and he can't resist it.