Whoop –

A match was polished, burned for a few seconds, extinguished, and the world sank back into dead darkness.

Whoop –

The stubborn match was polished again and extinguished again.

Boom - Boom – Boom –

Matches were polished one after another, swirling on the white operating table, above the white sheets, and silently wandering between the white walls, faintly illuminating the ECG developer, blood pressure monitor, earpiece, scalpel, oxygen cylinder, ...... All kinds of cold medical equipment.

The unyielding match is like an unyielding life clinging to a little bit of brilliance, ghostly shooting a faint heat into the darkness.

My limbs could not move, but my consciousness was still entangled in them, just like a human soul that would not leave its long-dwelling shell.

I guess I'm probably dead, lying in the hospital morgue or in the operating room after an emergency failure, waiting for the black-and-white judge to tell me that my miserable life is over, and then I'll see the bull-headed horse chain my soul to the fire-blazing skeleton cart and drive towards the Naho Bridge and disappear behind the black-rumbling gates of hell.

Perhaps, from now on, I will have to wander in another dimension. There is no longer a terrible loneliness waiting for me there. I will no longer be an orphan who is loved by no one, I can fight my father and mother like everyone else, and I don't have to hold back in anything.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and the sound buzzed between the walls, as if three or five men were hurrying down a long corridor.

Is the black and white judge coming?

I asked myself this in my mind.

I don't care about life or death, although I still have a nostalgia for the world, full of anger and curiosity about my miserable and bizarre background.

Footsteps are getting closer.

The door was pushed open.

I could feel a white light pierce the darkness like a glittering dagger, making the dead room suddenly light up.

The whirling matches in the air suddenly disappeared.

Someone walked up.

"Are all these people dead? Dean Fan. "One man said. He was apparently asking a man with the surname Fan next to him. The sound is sonorous, metallic, and familiar. I guess I must have seen this man somewhere. I've never been to hell, so how can anyone I know?

"I haven't had time to check yet, I'm not sure yet." The man known as Dean Fan replied. His voice was hoarse, tired, sluggish, as if he had spoken too much, and his voice had deteriorated a little, so that the quality of his voice was impure, like a ball of cotton in his throat. This Dean Fan is obviously an old man.

"Why are they all in the morgue?" The man who spoke first said a little strangely. His voice swirled in my head. I suddenly remembered that this voice belonged to Guo Zhenchao, the criminal policeman of Panlong City. In other words, I am still on the territory of Panlong City. It seems that the situation is not too bad, I am still alive.

"There are too many injured, the corridors are full, and there is no time to divide the beds."

"Dad, how many people are admitted to your hospital?" Another gentle voice interjected, a young woman, apparently speaking to Dr. Fan.

"158 people," Dr. Fan said, "all the passengers on the plane were with us. After all, we are only a district-level hospital, and we have greatly exceeded capacity. ”

"Hold on," Mr. Guo said. "The Civil Aviation Administration has contacted the Provincial Department of Health and organized a rescue team composed of experts from provincial and municipal tertiary hospitals to rush here."

"We have poor surgical equipment and not enough operating tables."

Another very neutral voice interjected, a little official, but also slightly accusatory. "If the operating table is not enough, just do it in the corridor."

"Mayor Yuan, we don't have enough manpower, there are only three surgeons who can go to the operating table. I called all my daughters to help. Dr. Fan said helplessly. Obviously, the official person is the mayor of this city, surnamed Yuan.

"It's not a problem either, the rescue team solved it as soon as they arrived." Mayor Yuan said, "You have to save more people for me now." ”

"Please rest assured. We have worked in accordance with the principle of 'treating serious injuries first, minor injuries later'. ”

"Captain Guo," Mayor Yuan obviously said to Guo Zhenchao, "has the cause of the plane accident been found?" ”

The sound of two heels touching together sounded on the ground, as if Guo Zhenchao stood upright, and then his voice: "Report to Mayor Ma, it has been ascertained through the airline that this accident was caused by high-altitude thunderstorm." ”

"Tell me quietly, this is the hospital, not your police station." Mayor Yuan reproached in a whisper.

I felt a sleeve brushing against my face.

My eyes were stretched open by two white-gloved fingers, revealing bloodshot white eyes and astigmatized black pupils. As soon as he let go, my eyelids snapped shut again.

My closed lips and teeth were stretched open by two pieces of metal and closed.

Then a cold, round object reached under the white sheet, pressed against my chest, paused for a few seconds, and then pulled away.

"This young man's heart is beating a little fast, but he's alive." Dr. Fan said.

"Check how many people survived this flight?" Mayor Yuan said.

"Xuanxuan, you report the inventory to Mayor Yuan." Dr. Fan was clearly speaking to the young woman.

"146 people." The young woman next to her blurted out.

"You mean 12 dead?" Mayor Yuan said inquiringly.

"Six people were confirmed dead, three elderly people, one young man, one baby, and one pregnant woman with massive hemorrhage. Five more people were seriously injured and in danger of dying at any time, and the remaining one person had not been found and could only be provisionally missing, so only 146 survivors could be announced. The young woman said.

"Does this young man count?" Mayor Ma's voice sounded just above my head. I could feel a foul smell of smoke in his mouth.

"Counting him, 147 people survived." The young woman said.

Mayor Yuan's breath moved away from my face. "Are you also a doctor?"

"Ah, I work in the city psychiatric hospital." The young woman replied.

"A helpful psychiatrist." Mayor Yuan said with certainty, "I thank you on behalf of these wounded. ”

"Psychologists are also doctors, and it is also their duty to treat diseases and save people." The young woman named Fan Xuanxuan said with some embarrassment.

"Hey-" Mayor Yuan sighed, "Fortunately, the plane made a successful forced landing, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." Airlines don't know what to eat, how can they fly in strong thunder and lightning weather? Let's go, Dean Fan, let's take a look at the other wards. ”

"Okay." Dean Fan replied, "Xuanxuan, you stay here to confirm the injuries of the other passengers." The latter sentence was clearly addressed to his daughter.

"Am I alone?" Xuan Xuan said with some concern, she obviously didn't want to stay alone in this kind of place.

"Let's stay here too." Guo Zhenchao said.

The footsteps of Mayor Yuan and Dean Fan walked farther and farther down the corridor.

"You're a doctor, are you still afraid of this?" Yin Wenbin said.

"This is a morgue, what girl is not afraid?" From Xuan Xuan's voice, you could feel that she was pouting dissatisfiedly.

Guo Zhenchao's voice came from the upper right side of my head: "Ahhhhhh Finally found it,"

"He's on the flight." A new voice interjected, it was Yin Wenbin, the criminal policeman who made a note for me.

"Why, he's the criminal you're looking for?" Fan Xuanxuan asked curiously.

"Yesterday we found a deceased man in the woods of the Panlong City ruins, and we suspect that this young man is related to the deceased." Guo Zhenchao explained, "Later, I found out that this young man was a neuropath, so I arranged for Lin Xiaowan, a security officer at the Panlong City Ruins Museum, to escort him back to Hebei. Now even Lin Xiaowan is missing. ”

"Back to Hebei? Is he from Hebei? The young woman asked curiously.

"That's not it, he just works at the Hebei Ancient Painting Publishing House. According to his ID card, he is an authentic Hubei native, from Enshi Lichuan. Recorder Yin Wenbin replied.

"What did you just say his name was?" Fan Xuanxuan asked.

"Left Flame." Guo Zhenchao replied.

"Ah, it's the Zuo Yan who writes novels. I've read quite a few of his works, and it's full of loneliness and despair.

"Yes. Then you can be careful. We found out that he was a psychopath, and maybe he would take you to the ditch. ”

"No, it won't." Xuanxuan's voice left my bed and headed somewhere else.

Rattle - The sound of gears snapping at the head of the bed. My upper body slowly stood up with the bed, the sheet wrapped around me, and I was carried to a stretcher, and someone was holding a bandage to wrap me around the stretcher.

Xuan Xuan's compassionate voice came from the depths of the morgue: "These people are indeed dead. I'm afraid I'm going to have to contact their families to claim it. Then she was surprised and said, "What are you doing?" "This was certainly not said to the deceased, but to the two policemen who were bandaging me.

"We suspect that this person is related to the crash of this flight, and we want to isolate him for treatment." Guo Zhenchao said.

"Didn't the airline announce that the flight accident was caused by strong lightning?" Xuan Xuan walked this way. "Besides, he's in a deep coma now, he's had a severe concussion, and I don't know if he'll ever come back to life."

"Miss Xuanxuan, you don't have to worry about this matter, leave it to our police to deal with." The rope still grabbed the time to wrap me around the stretcher. "Maybe we can find some evidence that the crash is related to this mentally ill person interfering with the flight."

"Then you have to wait, and you have to notify the nurse in the hospital to make a record of the patient's whereabouts, so that you can explain it to his family in the future." Xuan Xuan had already walked over to the stretcher.

"Don't get in the way of our case." The rope in Guo Zhenchao's hand was getting faster and faster, as if he was afraid that I would suddenly break free and run away.

"How can you do that?" Xuanxuan said anxiously and annoyedly, "If the patient's family comes to him, my father will be unlucky." "The rope is no longer wrapped around me, as if it has been grabbed by Xuan Xuan.

"No family members will come looking for him." Guo Zhenchao said.

"How could it not be?"

"He's an orphan."

"Then he still has a unit."

"He's been fired."

I wanted to speak, but my lips just snorted weakly, unable to make the slightest sound.

"What kind of broken unit fires its own staff at this time?" Xuan Xuan said angrily.

"They learned that he had a mental illness and decided to fire him." Guo Zhenchao said.

I didn't expect that Editor-in-Chief Li's concern for me was all superficial, and now he kicked me away as soon as something happened. However, no matter what, I guess I'm injured at work. If I can get better, I'll have to ask this hypocrite for an explanation.

"Are you afraid he'll run away?" Xuan Xuan said quickly.

"yes. This person is also related to a murder in Panlong City, we used to want to let it go, but now the plane crashed again. It seems that the people and things he comes into contact with are dangerous, and there must be something strange in this. We can't let him run. Now we're going to take him back for fingerprinting. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep up with the peak. Moreover, he is also a witness to the crash and can assist us in writing an investigation report. ”

"In the name of a doctor, I warn you that your practice is very harmful to the patient and even creates an irreparable situation. You can't do that. "Xuan Xuan began to be righteous, perhaps out of the morality of a doctor, perhaps to protect her father, or perhaps because she had read my books and had a good opinion of me—for whatever reason, I am grateful to him at this moment. I don't want to be isolated by these two police officers who insist that I am mentally ill. For some reason, I had an inexplicable fear of these two policemen, fearing that they had other intentions for me.

"An irreparable situation? What do you mean? Yin Wenbin said.

"Your actions may result in the death of the wounded." Xuan Xuan insisted on her point of view, "Then you are deliberately murdering." ”

"Intentional murder?!" Guo Zhenchao's voice became a little shrill above my body. "Oh yo - Miss Xuan Xuan, do you know the law? We are the police. "I felt half of the rope fall on me. Obviously, Guo Zhenchao had thrown away the rope and stood up.

"Didn't you say he was mentally ill?" Xuan Xuan said tactfully, "I can provide a convenient way to send him to our psychiatric hospital for treatment, so that the patient is protected, and you can also go there to guard." ”

At the head of the bed, where I had just been lying, there was a loud sound, a string of crisp music sounded, and a quick, soft footstep sounded in the hallway, and the footsteps stopped at the door of the morgue.

"Who pressed the pager, please?" A girl spoke quickly.

"Li Qian, do a transfer registration operation for this patient named Zuo Yan and transfer him to the Municipal Psychiatric Hospital." Xuan Xuan's voice said to the door.

"Is this man still alive? Miss Fan. The girl named Li Qian obviously knew Fan Xuanxuan and knew that she was Dean Fan's daughter.

"Hmm."

"Okay."

The girl walked hastily down the hallway.

The two police officers are still arguing with their arguments. Xuan Xuan thought that she wanted to ensure the patient's life.

Li Qian's soft footsteps walked into the room, and there was a loud noise in the air, which was the sound of paper shaking. "Here you go, Miss, transfer to the hospital for surgery."

"Does the patient still have one item on the register?" Xuan Xuan asked.

"Yes, an old backpack."

"Get it for me."

"I'll call the nurse to help you get the patient to the 120 ambulance."

"That's good."

The sound of wheels rubbing against the water-mill floor was heard in the hallway, and a little closer could be discerned as the soft footsteps of several people, who were supposed to be nurses pushing the moving bed towards this side. The voices flowed smoothly into the morgue and stopped beside me.

I heard the voices of the nurses and ladies panting.

I was lifted up and placed on the moving bed, and my body began to move parallel in the fragile air, the grunt of wheels echoing through the hallway.

"Let's go, two cops." Xuan Xuan's voice came from behind him.

"Hey, what the hell!" Guo Zhenchao sneered, "Miss Xuanxuan, you shouldn't be a doctor, you should change your career." ”

"Go to the lawyer." His partner Yin Wenbin added a sentence next to him.

The wheels continued to glide down the hallway.

Like a prostrated feather, I glided gently through the air.

I thought of the fact that I had been ruthlessly fired, and that I had been inexplicably framed as a psychopath by two bastard cops, and my heart was full of anger and I wanted to curse loudly, but it was difficult to even move a finger.

I remembered a truth: a person who has no parents, brothers and sisters, is really pitiful, once something happens, he can only be at the mercy of others. I remembered a very classic passage I once read: Since I was a child, I have learned a lot of truths, but I still find that I live a tragic life.

I know that in the future, these two policemen will not let me go.

Do they want to rob me of that weird old painting, too?

Thankfully, now my backpack will definitely be handed over to Fan Xuanxuan.

I want to speak, and ask her not to hand it over to those two bandit-like policemen.

I had to inform the young lady of my wishes, but I didn't even have the strength to speak. I think I'll have to figure it out.

My body was carried into the air on a stretcher and placed on a cold, hard metal platform.

"Here's his backpack." Li Qian's voice sounded at her feet.

"Put it here." Fan Xuanxuan's voice sounded 50 centimeters above my head. She sat on a stool next to me.

"Miss Xuanxuan, oh, I should call you Doctor Fan," Guo Zhenchao's voice came from outside the carriage, "We will send someone to you tomorrow to guard it." You're going to bother to keep an eye on him tonight. ”

"Do you think it's possible for him to run away like this?" Xuan Xuan muttered in a low voice after speaking: "What kind of policeman, I don't have any sympathy at all." ”

"Give me his backpack and keep it with him." Guo Zhenchao said.

"Is there any murder weapon in there?" Xuan Xuan said. I heard the zipper of my backpack unzipped, followed by her muttering: "A broken tablet, a camera, a truncated pen, an electromagnet, a charger...... Oops, what is this, ah, yo, it's a broken toothpaste. You see, there is no murder weapon in it, it is all daily necessities. ”

"Not true. There should be one more thing. This is Yin Wenbin's voice.

"Oh, there's a mezzanine in there, do you still want to see it?" Xuan Xuan said.

The zipper of the mezzanine creaked.

Then came Xuan Xuan's mocking voice: "ID card, editing card, game card, and money...... 375 pieces of 2 cents. Ouch, comrade policeman, there is no murder weapon in this. ”

"Show me." Guo Zhenchao said. The floor of the carriage clanged, and the whole car shook. He jumped into the carriage. The canvas is kneaded by hand and deformed to produce a distinctive sound. "Where's the bamboo tube? What about the old painting? His voice was full of surprise and loss.

By the way, what about my ancient paintings?

My backpack slammed into the metal floor of the compartment with a thud. It was thrown to the ground in annoyance.

The back door of the carriage slammed shut.

The horn on the roof of the car sounded.

I felt the wheels spinning beneath me, and my body rushed forward, like surfing in a glacier, and the cold was overwhelming. I was bleeding a lot because of a cut on the back of my head that was nearly 10 centimeters long, and even though it was dog days, my body still felt cold.

The wheels hit the stones on the road and jumped, and my mind went crazy - oh my god I'm a poor bastard again - what bastard stole my painting - I should have sold it -

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