The night is getting darker and deeper, and the wind is beating on the car window, the window rattling, and the uneasiness before the rainstorm during the thunderstorm brewing period, two police cars, speeding to the hospital in the dark night.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, a rapid mobile phone ringtone, Zhao Yuan suddenly shook, looking at the name in the phone, it was Zheng Ziheng, a sudden ominous premonition surged in his heart, he stared at the screen, and did not dare to answer the call.

Lin Wenxi took the mobile phone, listened, looked at Zhao Yuan blankly, and tears flowed down his eyes. Seeing this, Hongxuan took a few policemen to find the security guards of the hospital and immediately went to block the scene.

Zhao Yuan numbly took the phone, and Zheng Ziheng's desperate voice called out: "He's gone, Ming Jiang, gone... ”

What was waiting for Zhao Yuan was a death notice and a cold body, and a few hours ago, when Zhao Yuan left, he was still holding the hand of the body, and it was still warm and warm.

"He's gone, okay?" Zhao Yuan stared at one of the nurses stupidly, and there were no tears in his eyes.

"Walked quietly and without pain." The nurse looked at the child with pity, for so long she had been sleeping happily and at night, and had been with her father's good son.

"Sometimes, we want you to get a good night's sleep." The nurse added, tearfully leaving.

Lin Wenxi stood beside Zhao Yuan, his expression was already sluggish, when Zhao Ming woke up, he tried his best to hold his hand, he knew that Father Zhao still had a lot of things to say, but he couldn't say it, everything was warm in his hands, and it had not yet dissipated.

Zheng Ziheng had already fainted, several doctors were carrying out temporary rescue not far away, and a cart hurried over to transport Zheng Ziheng to the operating room, everything seemed very chaotic.

The police quickly intervened, isolating the crowd and busily collecting fingerprints and shoe prints, while the forensic doctor kept taking analytical notes.

"The cause of death is unknown, but it must be related to the tube that was removed."

"What is this? The rubber at the nozzle has white spots, like some hard object smashed over... ”

"There are only the footprints of the caretaker at the scene, there is no trace of forced entry at the door, and the deceased did not have any struggle before his death."

"The line is off, why is there no beep alarm?"

"Go and call up the surveillance footage."

A group of people were busy inside, Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan sat side by side, and after a while, Hongxuan came over and gently patted Zhao Yuan's shoulder: "Mourn." ”

"Didn't anyone find out... Lin Wenxi asked.

"There's not a trace of it." Hongxuan sighed and shook his head to dial a number.

It wasn't until Zheng Ziheng stumbled out of the ward that Zhao Yuan got up and helped him sit down, and was taken by the police to make a record.

Zheng Ziheng was in an excellent mental state that night, and he never thought that he would suddenly be confused and unconscious, and when he woke up again, he found that the red tube that connected to Zhao Mingjiang's lifeline was pulled out and was being held tightly in Zhao Mingjiang's hand, and Zhao Mingjiang's face was full of peace, as if he was asleep. In Zheng Ziheng's panic call, a group of nurses and doctors all rushed to push Zhao Ming away for rescue, and announced that the rescue was ineffective and died at about three o'clock in the morning.

"When I'm a little unconscious, it's like... I saw a pair of hands poking in through the door... ”

"What did you do before you fainted?"

"Got a glass of water."

"Where does the water come from?"

。。。

The investigation of the case continues, Zheng Ziheng can no longer cooperate, he seems to have lost his soul, the whole person has become a little demented, and in the face of the police's next questioning, he also answered the question.

Zhao Yuan helped Zheng Ziheng to rest on the bed, and began to deal with his father's funeral with Liu Lanhua, who was also notified to come. The hometown has to deal with matters such as household registration cancellation, and the corresponding relatives need to issue notices, and finally the body will be returned to his hometown to be buried in peace, all of which need to be dealt with by him, Zhao Yuan asked him to go home first. The rest is on your own.

Zhao Yuanqiang supported the broken spirit, signed the opinion on the disposal of the body, accepted many investigations and inquiries by the police, and finally, solemnly signed the notice of consent to the forensic autopsy.

"Everything is fine, Brother Yuan, don't drive me away, I just want to accompany you." Lin Wenxi leaned on Zhao Yuan's shoulder.

Silence.

Zhao Yuan walked to the morgue, he hadn't said goodbye to his father yet.

Zheng Ziheng sat silently at the door of the morgue, looking haggard, his beard had grown a stubble, and in a mess, he saw Lin Wenxi and nodded slightly, which was a greeting.

The door to the morgue opened, and Zheng Ziheng quickly turned around and ran in, sitting under one of the freezers.

"I said that this person is really, not to see him pitiful, and to ask the security guard to blow him away! When he came in, he ran under the cabinet and asked me to open the cabinet, what do you think is the matter with this man? Crazy? It's not an emergency cremation, it's not a police autopsy... The guard's uncle seemed to be so frightened that he couldn't stop nagging.

Zhao Yuan smiled apologetically, took Lin Wenxi's hand, and walked into the cold morgue.

Zhao Yuan silently looked at his father, who was sleeping peacefully, in this life, this man who was connected to his blood, had never slept so quietly. Zhao Yuan remembered that his father had always been busy, for himself and for this incomplete home, he only slept for four or five hours all night, under the desk lamp and the street lamp all night long, and in that insufficient sleep time, he often called his wife's name from time to time: "Xuehua... ”

Zhao Yuan remembered that he once advised his father to take care of his health, but his father said: "Why sleep for a long time before you die, you must sleep long after death." ”

Now, this quiet and peaceful father is finally gone, with endless grievances and resentment, before he was alive, he must still be thinking about his mother, who was unknown in life and death, and he must still be thinking about himself, and the things about Wenxi that he had told him over and over again, he- how could he sleep forever!

The son is not filial! Why is there no escort here, not moving an inch, why do you want to ask for help, to kneel for others! Zhao Yuan knelt down, feeling that the blood in his body had been frozen, and he couldn't feel any joy, anger and sorrow.

Zhao Yuan remembered that in a movie, a famous girl said, and he also asked himself: "Is life always hard, or is it just childhood?" ”

Yes, always.

Join the Mo world, have the money and power, and live in the shadow of the city from now on, and curse this disgusting world! A voice said to Zhao Yuan.

The world is so cruel, why bother to be amorous?

The shadows around him knelt down together, their hands clutched the freezer, and tears fell to the ground in big drops, and his pain was no less than mine. I could feel that his heart was on fire.

Perhaps, he is the last tenderness of my life.