The little ÷ said ◎ Net], the ♂ little ÷ said ◎ Net],

Bai Tongxi heard the meaning of depression in his words, and couldn't help but raise his head to respond to the kiss that just fell: "Mr. Meng, I don't seem to have said anything sad for him, right?" You see, I didn't shed even a tear for him. ”

Meng Peiyuan lowered his head and examined her seriously: her eyes were clear, her eye circles were not flushed, and she really didn't look like she was going to cry.

Seeing this, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his words after that were a little more reluctant: "Xi'er, if you want to go to see him for the last time, I don't have to agree." ”

Bai Tongxi poked at him: "It sounds like it's very reluctant." ”

Meng Peiyuan was generous: "Don't be reluctant, what do I have to fight with the dead?" ”

Liared, just now I asked her to stop thinking about Mo Yuyang.

After Bai Tongxi sighed faintly in his heart, he said, "Since you have no opinion, then I'll go and see him for the last time." ”

When Meng Peiyuan heard that she was really going, his mood couldn't help but become a little sullen again, but what he said was what he said, so he couldn't go back on his word, right?

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and replied: "Okay! ”

Bai Tongxi then asked: "By the way, although Mo Yuyang is dead, he is a prisoner after all, do you say he can hold a funeral?" ”

Meng Peiyuan said: "If it is a family member who applies for him, it should be possible." ”

"That's ......" Bai Tongxi then asked, "Did the eldest brother inform his family?" ”

"Informed." Meng Peiyuan said.

"That's good, he won't be too desolate after death."

Bai Tongxi said, buried his little face in Meng Peiyuan's arms, and rubbed: "Mr. Meng, I'm sleepy, take me back to the room to rest." ”

"Okay."

Meng Peiyuan knew that she just didn't want to talk too much, because often the more she talked, the more memories she would have, which was not something he was happy to see.

After picking up Bai Tongxi, he walked into their bedroom, and then carefully placed her to sleep, and lay down on her side by himself, letting her lean on.

[No matter what he says, it's a person I know, and it's impossible for me to feel nothing at all.] ]

Therefore, Xi'er is still uncomfortable, even if she didn't question or shed tears, her heart is definitely not as calm as it seems.

But what can be done? Could he still erase Mo Yuyang from her memory?

It would be fine if the bad things Mo Yuyang did before were just simple murder for money, but he was burdened with what he thought was a sea of blood and hatred, which led to the misunderstanding being solved, and Mo Yuyang became a complete tragedy. Therefore, it seems that people can no longer define him by "good guy" or "bad guy", if he is a good person, he will not play with Xi'er's feelings, will not cheat Bai Su's marriage, will not poison Bai Jianming, but if he is a bad person, he will not be after learning all the truth

, resolutely choose to commit suicide.

Therefore, at this time, in Xi'er's heart, it is estimated that it is also very contradictory, whether Mo Yuyang is a good person or a bad person, whether he should die or live, it is really difficult to say.

Slowly, he saw Xi'er close her eyes and look like she was asleep.

Yes, it's just what it looks like.

Bai Tong closed his eyes, and couldn't help but think of the scene of the last time he saw Mo Yuyang in the hospital-

At that time, his emaciated face was full of hatred for Bai Jianming and the madness of wanting to destroy it, but he didn't expect that what he destroyed in the end was himself.

[I have always only used Bai Su, not love, because I spent all the little affection I had on your eldest daughter, you must know that when I pursued her at that time, I put in a lot of hard work, so that I couldn't help but get into the play. ]

What Mo Yuyang said to Mu Qiuyu in the hospital has always been used by her as an excuse to provoke their family's feelings, it turns out that he also really liked her?

That's it, it's all over......

Let all the grievances and hatreds related to Mo Yuyang disappear with his death.

At noon the next day.

Mo Nian appeared at the door of the police station.

He was dressed in disheveled clothes, the corners of his mouth were white, and he carried a school bag on his shoulder, and he looked like a poor child who had gone missing and came to the police station to report a crime.

Immediately, the policeman on duty asked, "Little brother, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

"I ......" Mo Nian opened his mouth, and there was a hot pain in his throat.

Since he learned of Mo Yuyang's death yesterday, his tears have not stopped, and he has not eaten or drunk several meals, and his body has already begun to protest.

"What's wrong with you? Don't rush, speak slowly. When the police saw his vicissitudes of life, they couldn't help but say a word of comfort.

"I—I'm here to find my brother!" Mo Nian finally squeezed out a sentence.

"What's your brother's name?" The policeman looked him up and down, wondering if this was the younger brother of a colleague in the bureau.

"My brother's name is Mo Yuyang!"

As soon as Mo Nian's words fell, he saw the policeman on the opposite side stand up suddenly: "You are the younger brother of the deceased?" ”

Mo Nian saw that the other party didn't even hesitate, and the last bit of hope in his heart was quietly shattered.

How he wished it was a prank, but the harsh reality was already in front of him.

Seeing that after he finished asking, the young man in front of him was silent, and the policeman could say somewhat understandably: "Come with me, I'll take you to meet our leader." ”

After Mo Nian let out a muffled "um", he followed the police and walked inside.

Half a minute later, they stood still outside an office, and the policeman turned to Mo Nian and said, "This is it, after you go in later, you can call our leader 'Officer Meng', he knows everything about your brother, you can ask anything you want to ask." ”

Mo Nian squirmed his lower lips and replied in a low voice: "Good ......"

So the police turned around and knocked on the door.

In the next second, I only heard a voice of "please come in" from inside.

After the police unscrewed the doorknob, they pushed the door, revealing Meng Jingheng's figure inside.

Policeman: "Sir, Mo Yuyang's younger brother is here." ”

Meng Jingheng, who was flipping through the files, looked up when he heard the words, and saw a simplely dressed teenager standing behind the policeman, his clean eyes full of sadness and fear.

After Meng Jingheng put the file aside, he beckoned to him, and said softly: "Come, sit in front of me." ”

Hearing this, Mo Nian's legs unconsciously stepped forward, and he obediently sat down on the chair opposite Meng Jingheng.

When they looked at each other, Mo Nian only felt that although the person in front of him was smiling, his majesty was the most terrifying one among the people he had seen, and even the most unsmiling professor in the university was not as good as one-tenth of him.

Meng Jingheng didn't mind the young man looking at him, and still asked with a smile: "Your name is Mo Nian, right?" ”

After Mo Nian nodded, he asked in a tense voice, "Officer Meng!" My brother, did he really commit suicide? ”

To this day, he still doesn't want to believe it.

Meng Jingheng said: "Yes, we don't have to lie to you. ”

Mo Nian's shoulders suddenly collapsed: "Then can I go see him now?" ”

"Absolutely." Meng Jingheng said, and stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to see him." ”

Morgue.

When he saw these three words written on the sign at the door, Mo Nian's eyes couldn't help but show deep sorrow.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a "click" in front of him, and it turned out that Meng Jingheng opened the door of the morgue.

In the next second, a stream of cold air rushed towards him, and Mo Nian subconsciously took a step back.

"What's wrong?" Meng Jingheng, who noticed this scene, turned his head and asked him.

Mo Nian was speechless.

Seeing this, Meng Jingheng said: "Scared? It's okay, I'll go in with you. ”

Mo Nian shook his head fiercely: "No! I just can't believe my brother is really dead......"

Meng Jingheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party was just an adult child after all, so he said inclusively: "If you are not mentally prepared, you might as well come back in two days." ”

After Mo Nian took a deep breath, his eyes were finally no longer so fragile: "No need, sooner or later you have to face it." ”

Saying that, he actually took a step ahead of Meng Jingheng and walked into the air-conditioned morgue.

Meng Jingheng had to say "good" in his heart.

In the past two days, there has been a corpse of Mo Yuyang in the morgue, so Mo Nian has a clear goal, and he saw Mo Yuyang lying on the stage at a glance.

At this time, Mo Yuyang's body was covered with a white cloth, revealing only his face, neck and collarbone.

Mo Nian walked to his side and found that he had Dao finger marks on his face and neck, and couldn't help but ask angrily, "Who got these?!" ”

"Bai Su." Meng Jingheng, who came in later, replied, "Your brother's wife." ”

Mo Nian was stunned for a moment, and shouted bitterly: "My brother is like this, why does she still treat him like this!" ”

Meng Jingheng said: "If your brother hadn't deceived her feelings, presumably she wouldn't have treated him like this." ”

"And what about here?!" Mo Nian suddenly discovered the wound in Mo Yuyang's throat, and couldn't help but ask Meng Jingheng in a panic.

Meng Jingheng glanced at it and said, "This is your brother's own doing." ”

"My brother...... Did he make it himself? Mo Nian looked at the wound in disbelief, thinking that his brother was actually torturing himself like this?!

"Well, your brother killed himself with a needle." Meng Jingheng said truthfully.

"How can there be needles in prison? Shouldn't you keep these things!? Mo Nian shouted angrily. Meng Jingheng had no choice but to tell Mo Nian about Mo Yuyang's high fever before committing suicide, and then the bureau invited doctors and nurses to come over to treat him: "The needle may have been accidentally left by the doctor or nurse at that time, or maybe it was stolen from the medical kit by your brother after he woke up, but it was indeed our negligence."

I'm sorry. ”

Mo Nian choked in his throat, then turned his head to look at his brother's serene face, he never thought that his brother would say goodbye to him in this way, he was really too cruel! He couldn't help but reach out and touch his brother's face, the cold touch made him shiver uncomfortably: "Officer Meng, I want to be alone with my brother for a while, is it okay?" ”