In the morning, the first patches of white rose from the eastern sky, and the salty morning breeze blew the weeping willow branches on the campus, wafting back and forth.

At four o'clock, people who got up early for morning exercise had come to the school playground one after another.

Sun Hongcai has been sleeping badly these days, not only because his wife Wang Hui divorced him, but more importantly, he was worried about whether the picture of the lady in Kong Zhe's hand could be completed before the extension.

In order to win Sun Hongcai's paintings, the exhibitor spent a lot of money this time. Sun Hongcai's ten paintings account for half of the entire exhibition. It can be said that half of the art exhibition belongs to Sun Hongcai.

Prestige, talent and worth are often directly proportional, but there are exceptions.

Sun Hongcai's prestige is not because of his artistic attainments in paintings, but because of his experience of studying abroad. Showing off his might, like a dog relying on human power, even if he spends a few years playing abroad.

Chinese are really strange, when the body is sick, they know the importance of health and understand the value of exercise.

As far as the eye can see, most of the playground is old, weak, sick and disabled. Sun Hongcai jogged three laps around the playground, thinking that he disdained to be in the company of these half-cripples, so he walked in the direction of the studio.

The studio is just south of the playground, just across the road.

As he walked, he thought: Kong Zhe, a child, has a gentle painting style and delicate brushwork, which is not like his usual external performance, wild and uninhibited.

The delicate brushwork makes Kong Zhe's paintings very realistic, just like taking pictures with his mobile phone. It's just that he is a little too delicate, and one of the lady's fingers can be repaired for two days, which is a notoriously rubbing.

Thinking of this, Sun Hongcai shook his head gently. The other graduate students call him too fine, and the fineness here is no longer the fine one with delicate brushwork, hehe, this group of children.

Turning the corner, it is Sun Hongcai's studio, before the person arrives at the door, he takes out the key, this is his habit.

Holding the key in his hand, he looked up and saw the door open, and there was a person lying in the center of the studio, as if it was Kong Zhe, and the light was not turned off.

It is estimated that he drank too much, Kong Zhe loves to drink, he has talked to Kong Zhe a few times, it doesn't matter if young people drink, try to drink less, try to grasp the amount, drunk is not only a mistake, but also may cause adverse effects in the academy. Something happened to me in my name, that's not good.

Sun Hongcai walked to the easel first, wanting to see how the work was going?

Sun Hongcai suddenly became popular, how many times have he told him, the theme of this exhibition is fresh and brisk, not to mention cheerful, at least don't cry with a sad face.

What kind of stuff did he get it? The lady's charm and charm are still there, but they are more melancholy.

Look at the lady's demeanor and expression, like a dumb person who has been fucked by a dog, full of grievances and unable to speak.

Unloaded and redrawn.

Sun Hongcai kicked Kong Zhe's calf and stomach, but there was no response.

It's only been a little bit of a night, and I can't hold it anymore.

"Kong Zhe, Kong Zhe, hurry up and see what you have made the lady look like, just like ...... Ay! ”

Kong Zhe did not move, and Kong Zhe still did not move

"Why did you make such a mess in the studio, my grip was good...... Cigarette butts ...... on the ground".

Sun Hongcai suddenly had a feeling that he was about to collapse.

The studio is like a person, Sun Hongcai doesn't like to be sloppy, and he hates dirty messy even more.

Kong Zhe ignored Sun Hongcai, and Kong Zhe still ignored Sun Hongcai.

Sun Hongcai was a little worried, could it be that he died of overwork? In case he dies of overwork, it will affect his enrollment target for the next year.

Sun Hongcai dialed 120 in a panic, if there was such a mess on the ground, would he have fought with the gangsters, and he had to call 110.

First came 120, the nervous siren, through the salty morning breeze, through the eyes of the morning exercise crowd, to the corners of the entire campus.

The people who were exercising in the morning stopped one after another, greeted the 120 ambulance with suspicious eyes, and even better, simply crossed the road to Sun Hongcai's studio, where they crowded at the door of the studio and whispered.

Two men and one woman got out of the ambulance, one of them was a little older and seemed to be a doctor, and the other two must be nurses.

The male doctor beckoned to the two nurses and turned Kong Zhe's body over into a supine position. Put the stethoscope on Kong Zhe's chest and listen carefully.

Sun Hongcai found a piece of toilet paper in the studio, and kept wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, "Doctor, how is it, I called the police, do you need to protect the scene?" ”

The male doctor glanced at Sun Hongcai with some surprise, "His heartbeat is normal, his breathing is normal, and his vital signs are significant, don't worry." But why is he in a coma? I've been out of the emergency department for almost fifteen years, and this is the first time I've encountered this situation. Xiao Zhang followed Xiao Wang and carried him to the car. ”

"Doctor, this scene ......," Sun Hongcai said as he looked at the male doctor.

"Then carry him to the stretcher first, put him on the ground, and wait for the police to see the scene before lifting him to the car." The male doctor tucked his stethoscope under his green coat.

A police car stopped ten meters away from the entrance of the studio, and two policemen walked down, one fat and one thin.

The slightly chubby policeman, named Liu Rendong, tidied up his police hat and uniform, and coughed softly, "Let it go." ”

The thin policeman, named Li Tao, held a law enforcement instrument and began to shoot the scene, and the people gathered at the door of the studio saw the law enforcement instrument with a red light on and avoided it.

When the law enforcement instrument was pointed at him, Sun Hongcai felt very uncomfortable, as if he was a murderer, he kept wiping his forehead, and the toilet paper in his hand was wet into a paper ball, Sun Hongcai remembered to throw it away, but he couldn't find where the trash can was.

Liu Rendong glanced at the studio a few times, and said to Li Tao, who was holding the law enforcement instrument, "Take a few more photos." ”

Then he smiled at the male doctor, "What is his current state?" ”

"There are no obvious wounds, and all vital signs are intact, just in a coma." The male doctor said.

"Maybe if he has internal injuries, take him to the hospital first, take the necessary measures, this teacher, you come with me." Liu Rendong said.

The ambulance truck carried Kong Zhe away, and the siren sounded farther and farther away. Most of the crowd dispersed.

The two came to the police car, "Tell me what's going on?" ”

"Yesterday I asked him to work overtime, isn't this about to participate in an art exhibition, I'm afraid he won't be able to finish, I called him at eleven o'clock yesterday, and I came to the studio at half past four the next day, but the door was wide open, he was lying on the ground, and the lights were on." Sun Hongcai kept wiping his sweat.

Liu Rendong looked around while listening, "Well, okay, you go with me to the school's security department to check the surveillance." ”

The old man of the doorman in the duty room of the security department was still asleep when he was awakened by their knock.

Liu Rendong asked Li Tao to locate the time at ten o'clock last night.

At ten o'clock, there were many pedestrians on the road in front of the studio. Since the studio is located at the southernmost end of the school, after half past ten, the number of people is quite scarce.

At eleven o'clock, there were hardly any more people on the road. After that, there are only branches of weeping willows fluttering in the wind.

At 2:56 a.m., a white figure slowly descended from the sky to the ground, and the way of landing did not meet the law of free fall movement, but it was very similar to a film and television actor who was hung by Weiya. In the screen is a fresh girl in white, with a delicate and lovely face.

The girl entered the studio, and an hour later, the figure of the girl in white appeared in the center of the screen again, this time rising from the ground and finally disappearing. The scene in the studio is unknown.

Liu Rendong looked at Sun Hongcai and said, "What do you think?" ”

"Ghost!" Sun Hongcai's voice trembled.

The old man in the porter silently returned to the duty room outside and began to pack his things, waiting for Liu Rendong to finish copying the video. The old man's things were also packed.

Sun Hongcai no longer had toilet paper in his hand, so he could only wipe it with the short sleeves of his T-shirt.

Liu Rendong reported the matter to the school's security department, which in turn reported it to the principal, who asked for confidentiality, but ......

The old man resigned the same day.