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There was an exclamation, as if it was coming from outside the sky, and it seemed to be from a strange pedestrian across the street. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a sharp pain in his knees and back, and Zhong Xian felt that the whole world stood still for a moment, and a buzzing sound came from behind the skull.

Police Officer Deng appeared in front of him. Then he left again.

The windows of the Mercedes E200 were lowered.

"You hit someone! ......" Zhong Xian heard Officer Deng's voice mingling with the buzzing in his ears.

"Suddenly...... rushed out ......" someone said with annoyance, and the driver of the Mercedes-Benz E200 got out of the car, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing. Officer Deng said something to him, and the man suddenly changed his smiling face and handed a business card to Officer Deng.

Bell String found himself on his feet again.

The Mercedes-Benz driver and Officer Deng came to him together and said something, but Zhong Xian didn't listen to it at all. The driver handed over a business card, and Zhong Xian glanced at the business card, which read: Wang Chao, general manager of UDI. It turned out that the driver of the Mercedes-Benz E200 was the owner of a company in the nearby Diwang Building. Mercedes drivers were very active in looking for ways to solve the problem, saying to them: "...... Go to the hospital and get it checked! Take my car. ”

Zhong Xian's brain seemed to stop running, passively accepting the arrangement, and he was pulled to the car. The interior of the car is very spacious. The driver discussed with him which hospital to go to while driving, and finally they drove all the way along Shennan Avenue to OCT Hospital. Although it is closer to SZ First People's Hospital, the driver said that there are too many patients there, and OCT Hospital is tall and does not need to queue.

The Mercedes-Benz driver chatted enthusiastically while driving, and most of the time it was just one person talking, probably because he was afraid of getting into trouble, and he was afraid that the bell strings would turn on him like a porcelain. The bell string can see the driver's face through the rearview mirror. Suddenly he remembered his dream, and now he was sitting in the place of the person who had been forgotten in the dream.

The back seat of the Mercedes-Benz E200 seemed to be wider than other cars, Zhong Xian glanced to the side and saw Officer Deng sitting next to him, he was taken aback and found that his mobile phone was in the hands of Officer Deng. He remembered that the phone had been given by a woman. Suddenly, I realized that I was wrong. He bought it in Hong Kong last year and spent HK$7,200.

Memories of the past and the present seemed to be entangled, clear and confusing in his mind. Zhong Xian touched the back of his head, thinking that he might have hit his head.

The car soon arrived at the OCT Hospital, which was surrounded by tall trees in a dense tropical vegetation. There were hardly any people in the halls and corridors of the hospital, and sure enough, as the driver said, no matter which department they went to for examination, there was no need to queue. Zhong Xian followed Officer Deng and the driver, and was taken from room to room by them. Later they sat on chairs in the hallway and waited. Zhong Xian felt that time passed quickly, and it seemed that he had only sat for a few minutes, but the wall watch on the hospital wall showed that half an hour had passed, and he was taken to the doctor's office, and a male doctor in his thirties wearing a white hexagram showed them a chest CT scan.

"Is it all right?" The Mercedes driver repeatedly confirmed with the doctor, "Is it really okay?" Are the bones all right? Let's prescribe some medicine. That's right, two bottles of Wound Colin spray. ”

"He has a wound on his head." The last unit was a young female doctor with long black hair tied into a ponytail and a pair of glasses, and she said to Officer Deng and the driver with a blank face. "Not today's injury."

"Can you see how long?" Officer Deng asked. Suddenly, the bell strings had an illusion. Officer Deng was speaking to a coroner.

"Scalp trauma, at least two months or more." The female doctor said bliantly.

Zhong Xian wanted to go home and go to sleep. "I'm fine." He noticed that there was another abrasion under his right wrist, and the pain was terrible, and he carefully hid it with the cuff of his shirt, not wanting to toss any further.

"It's best to stay in the hospital to see if there is brain vibration***** the doctor said.

"There's no need for that!" Zhong Xian stood up.

19

A typhoon is coming. When they left the hospital, the whole world was in chaos by the wind. The wind carried the raindrops in all directions.

Officer Deng was carrying a large plastic bag containing medicines taken from the hospital pharmacy, all paid by the driver, of course. Officer Deng's hand kept holding Zhong Xian's hand all the way. It's like leading a blind man. "I'm fine." Zhong Xian wanted to ask Police Officer Deng to leave him alone. But he couldn't think of any reason to persuade him to leave.

They went downstairs to Bell Sstring's apartment, took the elevator to the top floor, and finally stood together in front of his apartment. Zhong Xian stared at the combination lock on the door in a daze for a few moments.

Officer Deng reminded him. "Is it a birthday or other anniversary?"

“818……”

"What?"

"The last three numbers."

"What about the front?"

While Zhong Xian was thinking hard, Officer Deng tried repeatedly on the PINpad. The third time it turned out to be right. “009。” He said. "Do you still think you're okay?"

Zhong Xian said, "I've been forgetting things lately. ”

There was a whirring wind in the room. As soon as the door opened, the wind in the hall seemed to blow them away, the infrared sensor light in the entrance turned on, Zhong Xian walked directly to the sofa and sat down, he saw Officer Deng put the plastic bag in his hand on the floor, looked around in the living room to find the direction of the wind blowing in, and then ran to the balcony to close the window.

The wind in the room was gone.

Zhong Xian's heart was not at ease, and this was the first time that a police officer had come to his house.

Officer Deng walked back to the entrance and carried the plastic bag to the sofa, "If you feel like throwing up at night, I'll go and check the concussion tomorrow." He said. Then he pointed to the pill boxes in the bag and told Zhong Xian how to take them one by one. Zhong Xian didn't respond, not intending to listen at all.

Officer Deng pulled up the trouser tube of Zhong Xian's right leg, held a bottle of trauma spray in his other hand, and repeated the doctor's instructions again.

"I'll do it myself." Zhong Xian reached out to grab the bottle of wound spray, but it was empty.

Officer Deng stared at him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Zhong Xian looked at his hand in a daze. Officer Deng noticed the wound on his wrist at this time, took his hand and looked at it for a while, and then took out gauze and alcohol from the treasure chest-like bag.

"I'll stay tonight." Officer Deng said. "You can't do it alone."

Zhong Xian was stunned: "Am I seriously injured?"

"I can't check it, but you're not in the right state. It's all about helping me ......."

"It's not...... I didn't help. Zhong Xian said. I asked a friend to come and spend the night with me. Don't waste your time. ”

"You'd better talk less. Let's rest. Officer Deng patted him on the shoulder, his tone non-negotiable. Zhong Xian's memory suddenly jumped, this image was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember when or where it happened.

Zhong Xian involuntarily touched his stomach, and suddenly found that he had fallen on the sofa. The right wrist has been bandaged with gauze.

"Take a break. I'm going to buy dinner. Officer Deng stood up from his side.

After Officer Deng left, Zhong Xian found his mobile phone on the sofa. He dialed the phone and called Dake.

"Come to me right away."

"What?" Dake on the other end of the phone was confused.

Zhong Xian briefly told him what had happened.

"The cop is at your house?" Dake spoke quickly and seemed flustered. "Why is it so bizarre? Are you really not hurt?"

"I'm fine. I have a number. ”

"You mean you deliberately bumped into a car? Why do you do that? Are you sure you're sanity? You're stammering right now. Hey, have you drunk too much?"

"Less nonsense. Hurry up, the police will only leave when you come. ”

Dake squeaked for a while and said, "That policeman is really in your house?......"

"How are you?" Zhong Xian said, "You're afraid to see the police, don't you dare to come?" Regardless of whether I live or die?"

"How do you say that? I really can't leave right now. That way, I have a way to get that cop out right away. You can rest assured. ”

ended the call with Dake. Zhong Xian's heart was like a ball of cotton.

Picked up the phone again, thought for a moment, and sent a WeChat message to European Airlines: [Your purple jacket is in the dustbin on the right side of the second floor. ]

Then he put down his phone and waited.

Sure enough, the phone rang five minutes later. The bell string answers.

"Mr. Zhong ......" European Airlines' voice was small and hesitant. Can you listen to me?"

"What happened to Xiao Zhu?" Zhong Xian asked straight to the point.

"I don't know. It's a long story. I don't know how he disappeared......"

"Xiao Zhu mentioned the Bao'an project to me before he left. So you worked with him?"

"I don't have that ability." European Airlines said aggrievedly, "Xiao Zhu and I are useless together." I just used his business card and wanted to make a little money. I can't say a word or two, let's meet and talk. ”

"When was the last time you saw Xiao Zhu?"

European Airlines was anxious: "I told you the truth. You have to trust me. That police ...... today. Did you see me?"

"I see you." Zhong Xian said.

"I saw you hit the car......" said Europa said.

"Otherwise, how can I cover you?"

"I knew you were going to help me." European Airlines said excitedly. "Xiao Zhu didn't take his business card case when he left his job, he threw it in a drawer, and I put it away. Recently, I happened to have a small opportunity to make a little money, and I didn't want to use my own name...... It's really just that. You have to trust me. ”

"If that's all it takes, just tell the police that it's okay, what to run?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell." European Airlines said distressedly. "Thank you for helping me ......"

Zhong Xian said indifferently: "We are even." ”

"What do you mean?"

"You know about me, and I know yours."

Hanging up the phone, Zhong Xian felt much better and wanted to get up from the couch to take a shower.

Suddenly, he fell, and as he lay on his back on his ivory floor, Officer Deng and a woman opened the door.