The car stopped directly at the entrance of the inpatient building of a hospital, and Zhou Yimo got out of the car. Some of the reporters gathered here have dispersed, but many are still standing guard downstairs.

Su Hui greeted her, and Zhou Yimo asked,

"Where's your friend?" Su Hui said,

"Over there, he's a cameraman, and when he heard that Mr. Zhou was coming, he went to get tools." Zhou Yimo nodded, the hall was full of people, Su Hui was already calling Cao Xiaowei's mother, so she took the time to go out and buy a cup of coffee.

She barely slept last night, and now she is dizzy, and she must cheer up when she wants to see the family of the deceased.

When Zhou Yimo drank half a cup, Su Hui took her mobile phone and came over,

"Okay, she told us to go to the morgue."

"To the morgue?"

"Yes, she said she was there for our 'interview!' ”

"......" This was something Zhou Yimo didn't expect, she pinched the coffee cup in her hand,

"Contact her to change places!" Su Hui was just about to make a phone call, when her friend Yunjin came over, held the camera and smiled: "Are you scared?" ”

"......" Zhou Yimo was a little speechless.

"It doesn't matter if you're scared or not, you think that the hospital morgue is a place that you can just let in?"

“……”

"Change places, it won't work there!" Zhou Yimo's face was white and heavy, Su Hui could only go a little farther away and then make a call, and a few minutes later she took her mobile phone and came over.

"I asked, but the other party insisted, saying that he had already contacted the hospital, let us go now!"

“……”

"Let's go!" Zhou Yimo casually threw the coffee cup into the trash, Su Hui followed, and Yun Jin chased after him with a heavy camera and asked, "Really go?" Su Hui turned around,

"Nonsense!" Yunjin: "......" now that the newly built hospitals generally do not have morgues, and the bodies of normal deaths will be directly sent to the crematorium for cremation, but the first hospital in S City was built relatively early, and the hospital is equipped with a morgue.

The morgue is in the basement of the medical technology building, and Zhou Yimo and the others first went to the first floor of the medical technology building, and there is an elevator at the bend of the stairs that leads to the underground.

The elevator was already very old, and people could hear the metal plate under their feet when they stood inside, and Su Hui pressed the minus one floor.

Several people didn't speak, and soon the elevator stopped, Zhou Yimo went out first, Su Hui followed, Yun Jin walked at the back, and when he went out, there was a corridor, with lights on, dazzling white light, and for no reason, he felt that the surroundings were gloomy.

Yun Jin even shuddered: "Do you feel a ghost?" Zhou Yimo turned around: "Well, in the morgue, it's normal to have ghosts!" Yun Jin was stunned for a moment,

"What?" ZHOU Yimo,

"......" Yun Jin jumped next to Su Hui and grabbed her arm: "Huihui, you, aren't you afraid?" "Su Hui,

"You're scared, aren't you?" Yun Jin shuddered again, and when he looked up, there was almost no way in front of him, and there was a blue sign on the wall, which was written

"Morgue to the left" in a few big words. Yun Jin almost jumped to his feet: "Mom, it's really a morgue, I won't go!" "Zhou Yimo,

"......" Su Hui twisted over and grabbed Yun Jin's arm: "You are a man, who will go if you don't go?" Yun Jin covered the camera in his hand: "Don't go, don't go, the ghost knows what mess will be captured in the lens!" Zhou Yimet looked back at Yun Jin speechlessly: "You still have the courage to be a reporter?" "Yun Jin,

...... "What's wrong with being afraid of ghosts?" Many people are afraid, and there is no shame. But how is his heart empty? Well, I'm afraid of ghosts.

He really didn't expect Grandma Qin to be so bold, thinking that she would turn around and leave when she heard that the other party was going to meet in the morgue, so he had so much more to say.

Now he really wants to hit this big mouth, why do you want to talk more? The group followed the arrow and turned left, and the first thing they saw was a small room hanging on it

The sign of "xxx funeral home service office", there were some wreaths and paper money at the door, and Yun Jin refused to go forward when he saw life or death.

Su Hui was really contemptuous, patting the flesh on his arm: "It's really such a big head!" "A man in his forties, dressed in navy blue overalls, came out of the office next to the service desk.

"What are you yelling about, I don't know where this is? Don't be careful! This is very effective, as soon as he roared, Yunjin was silent, and he fished out something from his chest and squeezed it in his hand and began to think about it.

"Bodhisattva bless, early to Bliss, Bodhisattva bless, early to Bliss......" Su Hui couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Zhou Yimo walked up to the staff and was about to speak, Yun Jin took out his press card,

"I'm a journalist, may I ask ......?"

"Come with me, they're in there!" It seems that everything has been arranged, the staff carried Zhou Yimo and his party to the morgue, Yun Jin held the camera in one hand and pinched the pendant on his chest in the other hand and read it all the way.

When he arrived at the door of the morgue, half of the iron door was open, and there were bursts of cool air coming out inside, Yun Jin had been shrinking behind Zhou Yimo, and he vaguely heard a cry coming from inside, and the cry was terrible.

The staff sighed: "I've been crying since the morning, so don't go in." ”

"Okay, okay, don't go in!" Yun Jintou nodded like a sieve, and took the lead in following the staff to the side.

There is a small room a few meters away from it, with a wooden door, and there are a lot of cabinets on the wall inside, which are very old, and there are small wooden signs with numbers written on them.

It's also eerie inside, and the lights are very dim. Yun Jin walked to the door and refused to go inside, asking, "What kind of place is this?" The staff replied, "Storage!" Su Hui leaned over again and added: "It's the place where the relics of the dead are stored." Yun Jin jumped away with one foot, and Zhou Yimo followed the staff in.

"Cao Xiaowei's stuff is also here?"

"Yes, it's all here!"

"Can you show us?" The staff opened one of the cabinets, and inside was something sealed in a plastic bag.

"I just sent it over to the police station yesterday afternoon after collecting the certificate." The case has been officially characterized as a car accident, and the cause of the accident was Jiang Fan's drunk driving, so the police can be considered to close the case by going through a process of collecting evidence, and then there is the issue of compensation between the perpetrator and the family of the deceased.

Jiang Fan was injured and unconscious and has not woken up yet, it is still unknown what the follow-up body can recover into, the issue of compensation is taken care of by Qin Qinglin, he was very sad when the accident first happened, Jiang Fan has been in the hospital during the operation, but after his emotions stabilized, he was quite clear.

The first person arranged for the deceased to contact the family of the deceased as soon as possible, paid the medical expenses in full, and paid the transportation, food and accommodation of the family throughout the whole process, with a very sincere attitude.

Promise to bear all the compensation and mental losses of the other party, and then contact the relevant departments of the company to start crisis public relations, and strive to minimize the adverse impact on the company.

This man is affectionate and righteous to the outside room, and the company is also thoughtful, but he is too cold to his wife.

While Zhou Yimo thought that Chen Yueling was not worthless, he felt deeply sorry for her. Next to her, Su Hui had already opened the plastic bag, and inside was a set of bloodstained clothes, shoes, keys, a black canvas wallet, a Xiaomi mobile phone that had become a little outdated, and a work badge with a lanyard, with a photo on the badge, a boy with a small head, thin, and a pair of eyes on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm only 22 years old, and I'm a good young man!" Later, Su Hui couldn't help but sigh. Zhou Yimo glanced back at her expressionlessly, and asked the staff again: "Is it inconvenient for us to take a few photos?" The staff thought for a while and waved their hands: "Shoot it, shoot it, it's pitiful, I heard that the driver who caused the accident seems to be taking drugs, I heard that he is a junior for the big boss, rich and powerful, losing some money is a trivial matter for them, but people are so bad that they are still young, you take some photos and go out to publicize it, and let these lawless rich people learn a little lesson." The staff babbled and cooperated, and probably people would easily feel pity for their own kind.

Zhou Yimo didn't say much, and took all the things in the bag to the table next to him, the clothes and shoes were nothing special, but they were stained with blood, the plasma had dried up, and the whole piece froze on it and emitted a disgusting fishy smell.

Zhou Yimo just pulled out a photo from the bottom of the wallet. The photo is a little yellowed, there are two big and two small on it, the father and mother are standing side by side, the mother is holding a little girl in her hand, and the boy standing next to him is Cao Xiaowei when he was a child.

At this glance, it was a family photo, his father was still there, and Zhou Yimo put the family photo on the gray shirt with blood.

"Come and take pictures!" These words were obviously said to Yun Jin. But he cowered for a long time before he was dragged by Su Hui, holding the camera and fiddling with it for a long time.

"Do you really want to shoot?"

"......" Zhou Yimo glared at him, Yun Jin could only bow his head and touch the pendant on his chest and read two sentences, and then raised the camera.

After a few snaps, Zhou Yimo changed the things on the table to a few more angles.

"Go on!"

The whole process of "......" was carried out silently, the light in the room was very dark, and it was such a gloomy place, but Zhou Yimo was not affected at all, fiddling with the relics of the dead who were frozen and bloody, with a calm expression on his face, Su Hui next to him secretly paid attention to her, and there was a trace of admiration.

After the photo was taken, I waited for a while, and the crying on the other side of the morgue continued, and the staff looked at their watches.

"I'll go take a look." About a few minutes after the staff left, Yun Jin was tinkering with the few photos he had just taken, when he heard two rings of the iron door outside, followed by a low sobbing sound accompanied by footsteps.

"Cao Xiaowei's mother is here." Su Hui went to the corner to find a stool and moved it in front of Zhou Yimo,

"It's a little better here, let her sit here for an interview in a while!"

"......" really regarded himself as a reporter, Zhou Yimo nodded expressionlessly, sat down, since he came, let's take it a time.

Yunjin was also very professional and carried the camera. Sure enough, the staff came in with someone, and in front of them were two women, one of whom was crying and the other was holding him, and the one holding him seemed to be younger.

Su Hui reminded next to her: "I heard that Aunt Cao Xiaowei came with me over there." Obviously, the younger woman should be Cao Xiaowei's aunt, she is also red and swollen, but her condition is much better than the woman next to her, the woman next to her feels that she is about to be unable to stand, her back is slumped, she is wearing a black cotton coat, and her hair is tied up messily behind her.

The information shows that Cao Xiaowei's mother is only 46 this year, but the woman in front of her feels like she is over 60, and half of her hair is gray.

Zhou Yimo walked over,

"Hello!" The woman in front of her suddenly hugged Zhou Yimo's arm, bent her knees, and knelt straight down in front of her.

"Please, you must help us Xiaowei to be the master!"

"......" Zhou Yimo was startled, struggling to retreat, but the woman hugged her legs with both hands.

"Our Xiaowei died unjustly, he is only 22 years old, what should I do if I am left alone? What to do? The woman cried and mourned, and Zhou Yimo pulled her arm and tried to help her up, but her bulky body sank to the ground and refused to move.

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