"Xiaodong, what have you been watching me do?" There was a voice next to her, and the young woman in the baseball cap turned her head coldly, her big eyes full of smiles. The long hair brushed gently on the tip of the boy's nose, leaving a faint fragrance of gardenias.

It's still the same as it was ten years ago.

Han Dong's heart fluttered, and in a trance it seemed to be back in the past, back to the intersection where the flow of people was surging, the twelve-year-old girl tightly held the crying eight-year-old child, walked through the crowded intersection, walked through the intricate old alleys, asked several old grandfathers who now seemed to be kind, and finally came to the door of the welfare home, and handed the little child to the director who was anxiously waiting there.

Now ten years have passed, the little boy has grown into a big guy, the roads and alleys he has walked have changed greatly, and the faces of the old grandfathers have gradually blurred, and they don't even remember why they got lost. But the fragrance of gardenia flowers on the tips of the girl's hair is still engraved in the depths of her mind, and the softness and warmth of the palm of her hand are also unforgettable.

"I'm talking to you!" Seeing that he was still stunned, the young woman couldn't help but stretch out her hand and shake it a few times, "What do you think about being so distracted?" ”

"I'm thinking, Sister An, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Han Dong came back to his senses and turned his gaze to the large-screen advertisement behind the bus stop.

"It's called Mr. An, the little guys in the courtyard are all called like this, and the milk voice is so milky, my heart is full of crisp when I hear it!" An Qing unceremoniously rewarded a burst chestnut, and said seriously before he exclaimed, "But, isn't life like this, the more you grow up and stay away from home, the more you become estranged from your friends, and finally you become lonely." ”

"Then Sister An, do you feel lonely?"

"I..." An Qing frowned, put her finger to her lips and thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'm not alone, because of you, the children in the courtyard, my parents, and your brother Hongyuan!" ”

"Brother Hongyuan..."Han Dong muttered, suddenly feeling a little empty in his heart.

As if seeing the sudden depression in his mood, An Qing waved his hand again to divert the topic: "Okay, okay, don't talk about this." What's the matter with you, this morning Dean Wang called and asked me to take you to the hospital to see an ear department, and later he even said that he would go to the psychiatric department again. What's the matter, it's crazy to learn? ”

"No, no, it's the so-called 'high school syndrome', sometimes auditory hallucinations but not serious. To be honest, if it weren't for your hard time, I wouldn't have wanted to go to the hospital! Han Dong hurriedly shook his head, looking indifferent.

As soon as he spoke of auditory hallucinations, he remembered the horrific dreams he had last night and the frightening experiences this morning. Well, in fact, it's not indifferent, I just don't want Sister An to worry about you, and I don't want to waste the money of the welfare home.

He is aware of his own family affairs, and he doesn't have any noble "high school syndrome" or schizophrenia at all, but he can't tell others the real situation. What's more, the courtyard is not rich now.

The orphanage covers an area of about two hectares and has a total of 823 people, including 198 school-age students, who, like Han Dong, became orphans for various reasons and eventually came here. As for daily expenses, most of them come from government grants and social support, and a small part is cashed in from handicrafts made by the elderly in the hospital and garbage picked up by children every day. However, in the past two years, due to the global outbreak of the epidemic and the malicious competition of several major oil-producing countries, the international situation has been turbulent, the economic outlook is not optimistic, the government has tightened its food and clothing, enterprises are struggling, and the funds of welfare institutions have been cut again and again.

"It's good to know, sister, I poured the one, two, three, and three buses, and it took me a full two hours to get here!" An Qing crossed her fingers and counted carefully, her nose wrinkled into a lovely arc.

"But the dean only informed you an hour ago!"

"Okay, okay, actually, my parents went on a business trip early this morning." An Qing shrugged, "I don't dare to sleep alone at night, so I want to come here to stay for two days, didn't I hear from you halfway?" Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've spent the night in the hospital! ”

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"The ears don't look like there's anything wrong with them." In the otolaryngology department of the municipal hospital, the old doctor with white hair put down the electric otoscope in his hand, "But since you have been hit to the head before, it is best to take a CT scan again to check for brain contusions or other problems." Be aware that auditory hallucinations can also come from brain damage. ”

"As for the psychiatric department that this young lady said, I don't think I need to go again. The young man's eyes were clear and energetic, and the meaning of his speech was very clear, not like he was mentally or mentally ill. After thinking about it, he added with a smile.

There were few people at the door of the CT room, and the bench under Han Dong's buttocks was called in before it was hot.

"Get a CT report after 2 p.m." When he came out, the doctor in the white coat poked his head out of the small window, closed the window and left him alone.

"That's the end of it?" Han Dong stood at the entrance of the aisle, a little stunned.

In the past, when I came to the hospital, I had to register and queue up to see a doctor, but it didn't take more than an hour to get a set. And Sister An said on the road just now that after reading the ear department, she will have to go to the psychiatric department to take a look, and it will take longer. But what's going on today, it's only been an hour since the full set was done, and it's only early ten o'clock now!

"So what do we do now?" He frowned and looked bitter, "You don't have to sit here and wait for four hours, do you?" ”

"How could it be, it looks so stupid!" An Qing coldly planted a chestnut on his head again, "Go to KFC and sit down, eat and chat for a while, and wait until the afternoon to get the report and then go home." ”

"But I only have a total of 50 yuan on me..."Han Dong touched his pocket, and then showed an embarrassed look.

"Are you stupid, I'm here and I still want you to spend money?" An Qing curled her fingers for the third time.

After seeing Han Dong dodging far away, she reluctantly changed her greeting gesture to "Okay, okay, I won't hit you this time, come over and we'll go down together." ”

The two went downstairs and followed the instructions on the map on their phones to take a bus across the road to a nearby KFC store.

There were only a few passengers on the bus, mostly sitting in the front half. The two chose the window position in the back row, which is convenient for chatting.

As soon as she sat down, An Qing opened her mouth: "So, how serious are the symptoms of your auditory hallucination?" ”

"Huh?"

"Ah what, aren't you going to take the second model exam this Saturday?" Her eyes widened, "I heard that your head teacher Zhang Baojun is called a 'tyrant', stern and cold, and it's not easy to ask for leave or anything." He was so generous to grant you three days off and let Ermo go directly to school to take the exam that day, it must be because your disease has been getting worse recently, right? ”

"Okay, my sister An is still like a god." Han Dong gave a thumbs up.

An Qing nodded, and was about to listen to the next thing, when he saw him turn his head to look out the window after giving a thumbs up.

"That's it?" She couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes, what do you ask, what do I answer..."

"You're looking for a fight again, aren't you? You know I want to hear something specific! ”

Okay, okay, I still wanted to fool around, but now it seems that there is no way.

Han Dong sighed: "Speaking of which, I didn't have to go home to see a doctor, it's all because the old lady held on." ”

"It's not because your English score is back at the bottom, and the average score of your class is pulled down by more than half a point!" An Qing said angrily.

The old lady in his mouth is also known to him, Mrs. Zhu, who teaches English, is in her sixties and is of mixed Chinese and European descent. The old man had been working abroad in linguistics, and ten years ago he was invited by Lu Liujiang, the then principal of Jiahang Experimental Middle School, to teach with a high salary.

Of course, it is not easy to describe this person, but it is a matter of one sentence to ask her how good her English is - if she claims to be the second in English in the entire Xiyuan City, then no one dares to call her the first.

In the first year of entering Jiahang Experimental Middle School, she made bold remarks in front of all the teachers and students in her entry speech: "In my nearly 30 years of teaching career, I have never let any student's English grades fall behind, and I hope that the next 15 years in Jiahang Experimental Middle School will be the same." ”

The previous decade had done an excellent job, and the class that the old lady had taken over, regardless of their previous English, would always end up in the top three in the grade, slapping those doubters in the face.

Until this year, she met Han Dong.

"Oh, I don't want to hold back, Sister An, you see that I'm okay with mathematics, physics and chemistry, right?"

Han Dong's face was full of helplessness, this topic was more frustrating. Letting him achieve an average score in English is as nonsense as asking passer-by student A to confess to the school flower and successfully hug the beauty. Speaking of which, I was lucky to get the highest score ever in the English test during the high school entrance examination, otherwise how could I have entered the city's top three Jiahang experiments?

When the conversation box opened, the two of them became talkative, talking about each other's thoughts and daily life at the same time. They were so engrossed that they didn't notice the anomaly on their side at all.

On that billboard, the insolent smiles on the two little pale faces faded away.

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"The cause of death was cyanide poisoning, and there should be residues in the coffee. Also, it is impossible to determine the time of death, but it is expected to be between seven and half past eight. Forensic Doctor Gu stood up and pointed to the teacup on the large desk to signal Officer Xu.

"How can you not judge the time, Liu Xinjian has been dead for less than four hours, right?"

"Because of this." Gu Forensic Doctor pointed to the central air conditioner with air conditioning blowing above his head, "The strong wind of 20 degrees Celsius blew directly, causing the deceased's body surface temperature to drop rapidly. In addition, the deceased's tongue was pale and there was blood precipitation between the gums, so it was believed that ice water was poured into it after death, so it was impossible to determine the time of death by body temperature. ”

"It seems that the suspect can only be identified by calling up the surveillance of this time period." Officer Xu nodded, and instead beckoned his subordinates to ask for the video.

Forensic Doctor Gu looked at him, "You don't look so worried. ”

"Of course." Officer Xu nodded, "You know, the more minute the murderer stays at the scene of the crime, the more minute he exposes his danger." Then think about it, why didn't he leave immediately after poisoning the deceased, but went to the extra mile to turn on the air conditioner and even pour ice water on the deceased? ”

"You mean..."Forensic Doctor Gu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right, because as long as the exact time of death is known, the murderer has nothing to hide. So he must be in the surveillance, and he was the only one at that time! ”

"Team Xu, there are other discoveries!" The two were exchanging views when suddenly a shout came from behind them.

Holding a scroll similar to a calligraphy and painting, the little novice approached with surprise on his face and opened it.

"This, this is..."Officer Xu and Forensic Doctor Gu's eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief.

The scroll was a fine plain rice paper, but there were no calligraphy and paintings on the rice paper, only four large blood-colored characters with scribbled handwriting.

The four big words that everyone present is familiar with - Han Dong harms me!

"Why did it appear again?" Forensic Doctor Gu frowned, "It seems that the murderer in this case and the first case is the same person, and there is still a deep hatred between this person and this person named Han Dong." ”

"Maybe it's more than that, we seem to have missed the same thing this morning..."Officer Xu shook his head, his face was so gloomy that he almost oozing water, "I am going to return to the scene of Liu Minhui's rape and murder now, Gu Forensic Doctor, you are with me!" ”