Mr. Guo's family will arrive the day after tomorrow. Until then, he will not come out of the ICU ward. Now Mr. Guo doesn't need his escort, and when something like this happens, everyone is not in the mood to play.

Just stay in the hotel and everyone gathers in the restaurant.

Professor Chen even cried.

"Alas, what a good young man, how could such a thing come across."

"What are you crying about, Xiao Guo, he is not dead, he is so brave."

"However, what is the use of acting bravely, who cares. It's not that a leg is missing, who cares about the capitalist countries. ”

The young man with the pseudonym Zheng Wuyi arrived at the restaurant, and everyone stopped talking.

Because, when everyone thinks that it is not very appropriate to go out to play, Zheng Wuyi, who keeps shouting Teacher Guo and Teacher Guo on weekdays, went out for a day yesterday.

Looks like I'm going to go out today.

Today's young people have long forgotten the love of the older generation. I don't want to think about who recommended him in the first place so that he could come to the UK with him. This kind of white-eyed wolf, who will dare to get close to him and reuse him in the future.

Zheng Wuyi didn't say much, just silently took the sandwich milk.

After eating, I greeted a few professors and left on my own.

The attitude is unusual, as if nothing has happened.

"What a person?"

"White-eyed wolf."

Zheng Yuanli went to the hospital yesterday to see if Mr. Guo could wake up, and he waited at the door of the ICU all morning. It wasn't until the blue-eyed nurse persuaded him for the third time that he gave up and ate a sandwich and took the subway to London Bridge, the scene of the second crime.

When Zheng Yuanli arrived at the bridge, a breeze was blowing.

Why, even though the temperature in the UK is higher than in my hometown, it seems to be cold?

Why, when Mr. Guo was there before, he didn't feel so cold?

If he had been more capable at that time, perhaps he would not have caused such a good teacher to lose a leg. He's still just as powerless, just as he was three years ago, three years ago, when his father went to Thailand.

He couldn't stop anything.

Thinking so, he grabbed his fingers into his palm. The pain in the palm of the hand can gently cover the pain in the heart.

It's all your own fault. It's because I don't have enough ability to protect the people around me.

He wants to catch the murderer, maybe not for the teacher, but for his own atonement, only in this way can Zheng Yuanli forgive himself.

He came to the London Bridge alone, and the right side of the London Bridge was temporarily closed to traffic, and a barricade was set up. However, pedestrians can still pass through it normally.

People still bustle through here, although some people fill the ground with daisy flowers and white candles to pay tribute to the dead. But other than that, it's business as usual.

The world doesn't change the course of the world because of a bombing, even if it costs a great future scientist his right leg.

People still have to live, and that's understandable.

At this time, Zheng Yuanli saw the black woman who had rescued the child yesterday, wearing sunglasses and placing flowers and candles at the scene of the accident.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses, tears still flowed down the edges of her sunglasses. Who is she sentimental for? For the sake of the dead driver? Self-blame?

After she left, Zheng Yuanli stepped forward to see and saw a card on her flowers.

"An Eastern hero lost his right foot here."

After Zheng Yuanli saw it, he felt a trace of relief in his heart, and most of the chill in his heart was dispelled.

He looked at the back of the black woman slowly leaving, and whispered to her.

"Thank you."

She is also a victim, she was just too panicked yesterday, how many mortals in this world can be like a fortune diviner in the face of life and death. He can't ask others like he asks of himself, and what she said yesterday may have pricked his nerves, but it was just her self-preservation.

She may have a very difficult life in this city. Maybe buying a bouquet of daisies has been carefully calculated for a while. After all, a bouquet of daisies in London costs about ten pounds, which is very expensive, equivalent to the cost of a family meal.

With this in mind, there is no right or wrong in this world, only the nobility and meanness of deeds. Who, on what standpoint, and for what purpose, use this despicable means of terrorism to harm noble heroes.

He deserves a fair trial of the law.

In addition, out of personal feelings, and out of the consideration that he does have enough ability, Zheng Yuanli hopes to rely on himself to find the murderer.

He went further, carefully inspecting the location of the explosion.

It was the head of a shaft for a communication cable.

In other words, the car that was blown up to the sky at that time should have been driven right to the wellhead and was rushed into the sky by the impact of the surge, and then fell. As for the angle of falling, it should be a coincidence.

At this time, the workers have not yet installed a new manhole cover, so they can peek inside from the surface. Zheng Yuanli walked over, and there were only two workers working on maintenance. The bomb did not cause structural damage to the bridge, so there was no need to worry about the risk of collapse.

If the bomb were moved slightly to the center, it could have caused fatal damage to the main part of the bridge. In this way, the damage caused is not only on this scale, but the entire London Bridge has the possibility of collapse.

The yield of the explosion was enough to destroy the main body of the bridge, but why was it not done?

There are three corollaries:

First of all, there was not enough time, the prisoner was not a communication worker, but quietly placed the bomb at the mouth of the communication shaft when no one was paying attention, and this opportunity was very short. And you have to do it around the early hours of the morning, when it's sparsely populated, otherwise it's easy to be caught. If it was really done by a communications worker, then the identity would be too easy to be exposed, and of course, it would not be ruled out that he would disguise himself as a communications worker when committing the crime.

Second, the prisoner may not have enough knowledge of architecture and did not know how to blow up a bridge with limited explosives.

Finally, it is also possible that if the prisoner had enough knowledge and a reasonable arrangement of limited explosives, he would have decided to have compassion and not blow up the bridge and die less.

But the last one is unlikely, because the choice to detonate the bomb during the day must have been to attract attention. The prisoner may have done so for his own pleasure or for a political appeal.

Assuming that the crime of the subway was also committed by this prisoner, then as a serial offender of pleasure, the frequency of his crimes is too high. There is only one purpose for pleasure, and that is to please oneself.

Then it is likely that it is to achieve some kind of political demand.

In the UK, what are the political demands? Violence must be used?

There are quite a few organizations that do this, that is, whoever it is, it has now been preliminarily deduced that they are terrorists rather than pleasure criminals.

Next, let's go to Kings Cross to find out. This will not make sense until the evening.