Death in this world can be roughly divided into two categories, one is birth, old age, sickness and death as expected, and the other is unexpected and bizarre death - homicide is one of the latter.

June 5th

In the consultation room of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, Director Jin Hongwei held the patient's report sheet and frowned. The doctor was less than 30 years old, but half of his hair was gray, like salt and snow—it is said that he had a white head overnight. The shape of the green silk and silver seems to be deliberately highlighted, revealing a cool spirit of youth and old age.

"You need to pay attention to this situation, and you must prevent malignant arrhythmias, especially atrial fibrillation."

The patient opposite the doctor was named Ni Xianyan. She absentmindedly scraped the nail polish she had just applied when she went out, looking unimpressed.

"Why don't you do a coronary angiogram, I'll arrange it for you personally." The doctor added that the care for the patient is self-evident.

"I'll go back and think about it."

"If you have ventricular fibrillation, people will say no, it will be gone."

"I know, it's the same old problem anyway."

For the doctor's hospitality, Ni Xianyan behaved lukewarmly. In front of the doctor these years, the patient either begged hard, or stabbed the other party to blood, and it is really rare for a patient like her to be so light-hearted.

Ni Xianyan took the guide sheet and put it in her GUCCI bag. She didn't even say thank you when she turned around, leaving only a sexy back of the doctor in a black suspender. He seemed to want to say something more, but the door of the consultation room had already been slammed shut. The director's expression froze into a weathered statue, and the glimmer in his eyes turned gray.

The next patient didn't wait for a call before he could call in, without even knocking on the door. Director Jin's face became gloomy because of this, but he didn't say anything. He's just such a character - not strong, not quiet. In these years, there are few doctors who are as good at talking as him.

Three years ago, when Jin Hongwei was named chief physician, he easily broke the record of the youngest director. Since he was a student, breaking records has been as easy for him as chopping melons and vegetables. Although Director Jin was a little short, the admirers who pursued him back then lined up from the dormitory to the cafeteria, and he finally picked a frivolous and good-looking one. The road to starting a family seemed to be going smoothly, until two years ago, he and his wife divorced. After about four months, snow began to fall in his hair, and in just three days, he was what he is now. Now the character of such a proud son of the sky is living in a muddy way, living as humble as a shadow.

Ni Xianyan opened the security door of her house - it was a 160-square-meter room where a family of three and a nanny lived. The hostess took half a day of sick leave today, and according to the regulations, the day's salary would be wasted. Fortunately, her husband can make money and is also very good at "making relationships", which gives Ni Xianyan confidence in front of the leaders of the unit and courage in her daily work.

"Fan's mother, Fan's mother. Is the baby okay? ”

"It's Miss back, Xiaobao is fine." Out of the second bedroom came an old mother who was dressed in the right way - Fan Juan, who was nearly fifty years old, was a confinement lady hired by Ni Xianyan, and her commission was not much different from the salary of the female employer. The husband once persuaded his wife to quit the job of copywriting, and to take care of the children at home with peace of mind, so as to save the need to stage a "big shift" of banknotes when the salary was paid at the end of every month. Ni Xianyan turned a deaf ear to this, saying that going out to work is a necessary condition for modern women to maintain independence, even though her purse cannot support her expenses, and her work cannot support her waist.

"How long did Xiaobao sleep at noon?" Ni Xianyan asked impatiently while kicking her legs and trying to shake off her high heels.

"Two or three hours."

"Is it two hours or three hours, is it accurate?" By the time she said this, the hostess had pulled her face down, and the atmosphere in the room was like the pressure before a thunderstorm.

"Two hours and fifteen minutes."

"Just for a while, and then awake all the time?"

"Awake, Coke."

Ni Xianyan washed her hands and face before walking into the bedroom. As soon as she entered the room, the woman's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and her tone became angry.

"Ouch, little potato, my little girl. You're going to miss your mother. ”

In recent years, parents always like to "name" their children with fruits and vegetables, such as small oranges, small mangoes, etc., which seems to be that every household has built a vegetable greenhouse by themselves. The child is the mother's heart, for the sake of this little treasure in front of her, Ni Xianyan has spent a lot of "thoughts" these days.

"That's right, Mama Fan. There are more mosquitoes these days, so help me go to the nearby supermarket and buy a wind oil essence. You've also been taking the baby for a day, and you're just going out to hang out. ”

"Okay, then I'll go and get back quickly."

"Don't worry, you have to be steady on the road."

After Fan Juan left, Ni Xianyan opened her laptop and set the hidden folder to "visible" mode. She clicks on a folder called "Monitoring." Cameras are installed in 6 rooms in the home and upload shooting data to the camera at regular intervals via WIFI signals. The hostess clicked on the video, and while choosing to play it at twice the speed, she kept dragging the progress bar; It wasn't until the video showed the babysitter feeding the child that she turned the playback back back to normal. In the picture, the servants are all operating according to the established process she has prescribed, and there seems to be no mistake.

One video is closed and the other is turned on again, like a drumming and passing flowers. It wasn't until all the videos had been viewed that Ni Xianyan discovered that the camera placed in the kitchen had not uploaded data. She wondered a little, could it be that the nanny had done it? Could it be that Xiaobao's "abnormality" a while ago is really related to this old mother? The hostess subconsciously bit her lip, but her eyes showed a dagger-like coldness.

On a street full of plane trees, the branches of the street trees on both sides are staggered and embraced in mid-air, leaving the sky with gaps like fish scales, and the ground with mottled spots. The summer cicadas kept making noise in the branches and leaves, but they could not be seen as far as the eye could see. It is said that the male cicadas are able to make vocalizations in order to attract the attention of the females. Dozens of people are kneeling in the shade of a tree outside the gate of the Education Bureau, and their actions have not only attracted onlookers from do-good people, but also caused congestion in the evening rush hour. So the car horn bombarded indiscriminately, and the cicada song seemed to disappear with great interest. Someone took out his mobile phone and started an online live broadcast using social platforms. In this era of self-media, bad things can spread like a plague.

The person kneeling at the front pulled out a huge banner that read: "Return my school district room" in five big characters, red; There are also dense signatures scattered around the big characters like stars, and I don't know if they are made of paint or authentic "blood letters". The "Diao Min" who knelt down were all representatives of the owners of a local community, and the reason for kneeling was that their property had been "downgraded". Originally, the nature of the land for the owners' housing was "non-residential", and the land use was "single apartment". According to local policy, these owners are not entitled to the treatment of "school district housing".

However, the situation is complicated by the so-called historical legacy: when buying a house, the head of the real estate agency verbally promised the name of the school district, and the buyers tightened their belts and spent a lot of money. But now it is useless to find an intermediary to settle accounts, after all, there was no evidence left in black and white, after all, the right to interpret the policy is in the hands of the official.

A real estate agent named Song Kexian came up with an idea for everyone - to collectively go to the door of the Education Bureau to "defend their rights". Although this proposal has been responded to by the majority of owners, there are many people who applaud it, but few people who are serious about it, and only a dozen people have come to the petition group of hundreds of people, so there is this scene in front of us. As for Song Kexian, his proposal was naturally not in vain. The original intention of the businessman is to clear his responsibilities and divert his attention, and secondly, once the owner succeeds in "protecting his rights", the surrounding housing prices will rise again, and he will take advantage of this to reap the benefits. The way of this world is often the punishment of those who steal the hook, and the marquis who steals the country.

Sometimes, a street, a wall, or a fence can divide the world into two completely different worlds. Housing prices are skyrocketing on one side of the street, but dilapidated on the other; One side of the wall indulges freedom, and the other side is connected with shackles; The little people on one side of the fence are resigned to fate, but the big blue sky on the other side holds the power of life and death. This time, a comrade who looked like a cadre came out of the fence. After learning what happened, he promised the owners that they could appoint three representatives to the hospital and the "high-level" to report the problem in person. At this time, someone suddenly discovered that the planner who had been kneeling down with everyone suddenly disappeared. Then the crowd stirred up one after another to ask:

"Huh? What about Song Kexian? Have any of you seen Song Kexian? ”

"Yes, where did the others go, he took the lead in organizing it in the first place."

The cadre-looking comrade hadn't figured out the situation for a while, so he also asked curiously, who is Song Kexian?

Song Kexian is a second-class dealer to put it bluntly. When it comes to the quality of the property, this person doesn't seem to care. Like most service salespeople, they talk about responsibility and risk, but they think about performance and salary. The agent informs the buyer of the real information about the property in advance, and the loss is the commission and treatment, once the interests are put on the moral balance - tilt is the outcome of nine times out of ten.

The vast majority of salaried people don't buy two homes in the same neighborhood, so for agents, the transaction is a one-time deal, and the cost of cheating the buyer is at best to leave the job. It is said that the new employees recruited by Song Kexian's unit every month account for 1/4 of the total number of employees, and the number of intermediaries has remained stable all year round, which indirectly shows that 1/4 of the old employees choose to leave every month.

Although Article 425 of the intermediary contract clearly stipulates that "the intermediary shall truthfully report to the client on matters related to the conclusion of the contract, if the intermediary deliberately conceals important facts related to the conclusion of the contract or provides false information, thereby harming the interests of the client, he shall not demand payment of remuneration and shall be liable for damages." "Sometimes, however, the law of survival is based on the fact that the law does not hold the public accountable.

After getting out of the outpatient clinic, Jin Hongwei returned to the inpatient department to make rounds. When passing through the 46-48 bed ward, the head nurse was busy mediating the conflict. Because of the fear of accidents when patients go to the toilet, the toilets in the cardiovascular surgery department are not locked. The family members of the 46th bed "mistakenly" entered the bathroom during the small relief of the 47th bed patient, twice. The victim was a woman, the "perpetrator" was a man, and the patient cried out to the hospital for justice. Fortunately, neither of the two sides of the contradiction is the patient he is responsible for, Jin Hongwei secretly thought to himself. Although this doctor is a skilled doctor, he is not good at words.

Surgeons earn a lot of money and have a high social status. Naturally, there are not a few patients who stammer them. There is no shortage of people with heads and faces among the patients - lawyers, engineers, civil servants, financial tycoons abound. People with resources form a circle hand in hand, and the circles are stacked on top of each other to form a class. Although he is the dragon and phoenix among people, the role of a surgeon is indeed hard. Time is filled to the brim, and there is no escape from surgeries, academic conferences, scientific research projects, and public welfare projects. The biennial academic summit is scheduled for next week. After discussion among the leaders of the department, it was decided that the two directors, Jin Hongwei and Ruan Huaibing, would attend. A similar summit lasts for a week; The agenda for the first few days of the meeting was intense, and the next few days were relatively relaxed. Jin Hongfu's speech was scheduled on the opening day of the summit.

At this moment, Director Jin was immersed in writing a speech in his office. He could have taken the job home and did it, but after the divorce he was left alone. If a person stays in an empty house for a long time, the room will be very deserted, and people will feel lonely. The apartment had been rented by him for less than a year after his divorce, and he was a little unfamiliar with and a little repulsed by that room. There are no relatives there, and there is no firewood, rice, oil and salt. To be precise, it's not a home, it's just a place to rest and sleep.

At 21 o'clock in the evening, Song Kexian returned home. When he entered the house, he was still nagging into his mobile phone, with a "total" and a "you" in his mouth. With his flexible mind and accurate grasp of human feelings, this real estate agent has made a lot of money. For her husband's "liveliness", his wife Ni Xianyan has long been surprised. At the beginning, the combination of the two was because Song Kexian enthusiastically "stalked", and of course, there was a layer of inhumane reasons - the man was a "golden" single with both parents dead.

It wasn't until 11 p.m. that the business stopped. The couple were lying on a bed, separated by a small distance. It's only been a few months since she got married, and he already doesn't crave her body. Even if a husband and wife don't do something, they always have to say something, and the one who speaks first is still the husband.

"Been to the hospital?" Song Kexian's tone was as stiff as if he was completing a routine.

"Hmm." Ni Xianyan was still flipping her mobile phone when she replied.

"Or are you looking for him?"

"Or else? Will anyone else let me cut the line? Ni Xianyan had something to say in this sentence.

"And what did he say?"

"It was said that it was to prevent atrial fibrillation, and what kind of test did I have to do."

"Oh, then you can check."

"Let's wait until my daughter's test report comes out. Did you put away your daughter's medical list? ”

"Well, here I am."

"You went to pick up the report today?"

"I had a dinner with Mr. Zhao tonight, so I didn't go to the hospital."

"I said, can you have a snack about the child? She had slept groggily for the first two days. My mother is dying in a hurry. ”

"Good. I'll go get the report back tomorrow, okay? Baby, take your breath. The man leaned towards his daughter-in-law as he spoke, but Ni Xianyan glanced at him angrily.

"I broke up the babysitter today and watched the video from the previous days." When his wife said this, she lowered her voice very low.

"Didn't find any problems, did you?"

"You whisper." The wife gently slapped her husband on the cheek, "I don't see anything abnormal, it's just that sometimes she has her back to the camera." ”

"That's normal."

"Hmm...... However, the kitchen camera has not uploaded video for three or four days. Do you think it was her who did it? ”

"It could be running out of memory or a machine malfunctioning. So how can older people fiddle with these things? Besides, what about even what she did? ”

"If you do something wrong, it means that there is a ghost in your heart! If it's really because of her harm our little treasure, I'll ......"

"What about you? You don't have any evidence, and you can't file a case if you say it. ”

"I'll let her disappear quietly into this world, and do something cleaner than when she did bad things." Ni Xianyan said unusually calmly, as if she was talking about pinching a mosquito and fly to death.

"Don't guess, how can an old lady be as thoughtful as you think?"

"But the older people are not bright-minded, maybe they accidentally ate something unclean to their children?"

"Look at it. At the beginning, I said that I wanted to invite a younger one, but you just refused, now it's okay, right? ”

"Cut! With your virtue, you still want to go to heaven, right? ”

Song Kexian's ability to "grind hard and bubble" women, Ni Xianyan knows everything about it. If there is no Dinghai Shenshen needle in their hearts, the girls may not be able to withstand this man's various "methods", in fact, Ni Xianyan herself is a self-righteous fallen. She must make the story of what happened to her husband the finale, not the overture, of her husband's feelings.

June 9th

In the northeast corner of the city, there is a feng shui treasure land with lakes and mountains, called Ziyuan Villa. It is said to be a mountain villa, but it is actually a five-star hotel focusing on eco-tourism. Because of a certain background, the hotel hosts some large-scale conferences all year round. The complex is divided into two sections, the Housekeeping Department and the Conference Building, which are about 2 kilometers apart. Although it is a five-star rating, due to the age of construction, the interior of the housekeeping department is generally old, and there is not even a central air conditioner. Fortunately, all employees are trained to be courteous and well-behaved.

A taxi stopped at the entrance of the housekeeping department, and the people who got out of it were Jin Hongwei and Ruan Huaibing. Ruan Huaibing is five years older than Jin Hongwei, but he looks a lot younger, perhaps because of his singleness. The two directors walked into the lobby, Jin Hongwei looked around, the 10-meter height design added an unfamiliar cramped feeling to the whole hall, but he had a feeling of returning to his hometown. It's the off-season, and there are very few visitors to stay here, except for the doctors who attend the academic summit. Directly 20 meters away from the revolving door is the hotel's front desk, where two staff members stand respectfully like models, ready to serve customers who come to take care of business. On the left-hand side of the reception desk is the entertainment area, and from that direction you can find the simple restaurant and bar. Follow the walkway on the right-hand side of the front desk to see the elevator, and a few steps further on, you will find the fire escape and storage room.

Jin Hongwei's room number is 334, and Ruan Huaibing's is 335. The two rooms are across the door, so it's easy to move around. Although both rooms are luxurious, the area on Jin Hongwei's side is slightly smaller, and as compensation, the double rooms are both lake-view rooms, and there is a lake and mountains not far from the balcony.

Jin Hongwei opened the glass window and looked out at the pool of lake water. It is next to a fence on one side, which extends to the base of the guest building. In the early years, the vacant land was also home to farmhouse projects, where guests could chop firewood and plant trees. However, due to the poor management of the hotel, this land has been deserted since a few months ago, which is a pity. On the other side of the lake is a row of low slopes, with ridges rising up in the distance. In the middle of summer, the vegetation on the slope is lush and very pleasing to the eye. The water of the nearby lake is not clear, but it is clean, and one or two wild ducks are idly pecking and playing on the surface of the lake, and the leisurely posture seems to declare that they are the masters of the mountains and waters.

June 10th

Considering that he was going to make a theme report today, Jin Hongwei deliberately made his hairstyle into a big back. He is a good old man's character, and this style may be to create aura and self-confidence. Director Jin in the spotlight can't talk eloquently after taking off the script, and he has to glance at the manuscript from time to time. Many things just don't seek merit, but seek no fault. At first, when the manuscript was read, the doctor was a little nervous, and he was smooth as he spoke. When you get stuck, just pretend to cough twice. Although Jin Hongwei is not good at speaking, he is meticulous in his studies. His parents were intellectuals, and he grew up with it, even though he was never close to his elders.

After completing the lackluster special report, the audience burst into applause. Among the clapping people was his colleague Ruan Huaibing, and Director Ruan's speech was scheduled for the next morning. Jin Hongwei returned to his seat and turned on his mobile phone again, he found that someone had called him before, and he also left a message on his social account, for which he was a little curious and a little happy. Director Jin thought for a while, and then sent the address of Ziyuan Villa.

Once people have strong expectations, they are at the mercy of a vague sense of confusion. The clock was still moving step by minute, but the time in Jin Hongwei's mind slowed down unconsciously.