The Li family was blocked by the police on the other side of the corridor, some scolded Zhang Shu, and some scolded Zhou Ping, and some threw themselves on the old man's body and cried.

Li Haiming stood aside like an outsider, like those who watched the excitement. The only difference was that his face was glazed, and his eyes didn't fall on their group. Didn't look at his wife, didn't look at his dead father, didn't look at his relatives.

Zhou Ping sighed and found the hospital security guard who was helping to maintain order on the side.

He was unfamiliar with the city and could only contact the local psychiatric hospital through the hospital.

It happened to be in the hospital, and there were police officers next to it, so it was convenient to find a special psychiatric hospital.

Zhang Shu was taken away.

Even Li Haiming was taken away.

The middle-aged man of the Li family signed it, as Li Haiming's younger brother and Li Haiming's normal family member, signed to agree to his admission to the hospital.

Zhou Ping traveled all day, and he drank water at noon. At eight o'clock in the evening, he finally returned to the hotel.

He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. The events of this day are still in his brain. Especially Zhang Shu's two voices, lingering. The twenty minutes at Zhang Shu's house seemed to be a long time, and he could remember every detail, even the chill and fear in his heart at that time. After that, on the contrary, it was a quick flash, and it quickly passed through my mind.

Zhou Ping was in a daze.

The young man looked at him for a moment and didn't care too much. He folded the quilt lightly and placed it on his chair. After that, he took something out of his luggage, raised his hand, unfolded it, and spread it on the bed. It was a disposable sheet. After making the bed, he put a disposable quilt cover on the quilt and took out a disposable pillowcase.

After making his bed, the young man took out another bag of disposable tools from his suitcase, and asked Zhou Ping as he had done a few days ago: "Do you want it?" ”

Zhou Ping shook his head, and he had no strength to complain.

"Are you washing up now?"

Zhou Ping shook his head again.

"Then I'll wash up first." The young man said, and went into the bathroom.

Zhou Ping listened to the sound of the door closing, and suddenly thought that the young man was also named Li Yunlai, and his name was exactly the same as his cousin's.

Lai, is not a common surname. The name Li Yun is not common.

It just so happened that his cousin had this name, and so did his new colleague who was on a business trip with him.

He had never noticed this in the past. On the one hand, he is not familiar with his cousin's name, and on the other hand, he is not familiar with the youth.

He suddenly remembered the mourning hall.

A small offering table contains an urn and a posthumous photo, as well as Li Yun's spiritual seat. The name was engraved on the board.

Maybe not a plank......

The material looks very cheap.

The urn is exquisite.

Zhou Ping thought wildly, and his eyes fell on the carpet in front of his toes.

He saw a burgundy hair.

His eyes squinted, and his gaze fell on the cuffs.

The burgundy hair is still there.

It's been a day and a night, and that hair is still there.

Zhou Ping remembered Zhang Shu's messy hair.

The woman who didn't know who it was in the Li family pulled out a lot of Zhang Shu's hair. There was hair in the hospital corridors. And on top of that white cloth......

The blue-gray face of the dead man......

Black-and-white posthumous photo......

Zhou Ping felt a little nervous in his heart.

He remembered that he should call his mother. This is the most tangled thing he has been doing this day. My cousin died suddenly, my aunt went crazy, my uncle was abnormal, it was just trouble. He felt tired, but he didn't feel sad for them. He felt sad and sad when he thought of his mother. And his grandmother and grandfather. My grandmother and grandfather never spoke ill of my aunt. They miss her very much, and they remember their grandson and son-in-law who they have never met a few times. How sad must they be......

Zhou Ping's heart was blocked, he dusted off the hair on his cuffs, kicked off his shoes directly, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed hard.

Tomorrow. Call my mom again tomorrow. No, call Dad first. You can't tell your mother about it directly. To make her somewhat mentally prepared, there must be someone around her who can persuade her.

Click.

The bathroom door was opened and closed again. Li Yun changed into pajamas and came out. He hung up his shirt and trousers before lying down on the bed.

He lay flat on the bed. I don't know what material the disposable bedding he used was, it was white and clean, but it always made a fine grinding sound.

After a few days, Zhou Ping has become accustomed to this kind of sound.

Li Yun turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ping.

"I turned off the lights?" He asked.

Zhou Ping nodded.

Li Yun reached out and pressed the switch on the bedside table, and the room light was turned off.

Zhou Ping rolled over, rolled up the quilt on his body, and closed his eyes.

He wasn't asleep.

My body is so tired, but I still can't sleep.

Probably because of the trousers and shirt. He didn't even take off his belt.

He heard the grinding sound of the bed next door, as if Li Yun was breathing normally, his chest heaving, and the duvet cover and sheets made a noise because of the friction.

However, the voice was much louder than the previous two days.

Li Yun probably didn't sleep either.

Zhou Ping simply sat up, took off his belt, and wanted to change his clothes.

He fumbled in the dark for a long time, and when he couldn't find his pajamas, he reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm yellow dim light illuminated the single bed on Zhou Ping's side, and also slightly illuminated half of Li Yun's space.

Zhou Ping saw that Li Yun was lying down, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Li Yun suddenly opened his eyes, startling Zhou Ping.

"I'm sorry, I'll change my clothes......" Zhou Ping thought that he had woken up the other party by turning on the light.

Li Yun didn't respond. He sat up and looked at his pillow.

On the snow-white pillowcase, there is a black hair.

Li Yun pinched the hair, frowned, and pulled it out.

The hair is long, mostly tucked under the pillowcase, with only a small section poked out.

Li Yun pulled out his hair completely, raised his hand high, and looked at it for a while.

Zhou Ping was stunned when he saw this scene.

He knew about Li Yun's turtle hair, but he didn't expect his turtle hair to reach this level.

Princess Pea?

Can you feel a hair under the pillowcase?

Li Yun put his hair aside and reached out to unwrap the pillowcase.

"You want to call room service?" Zhou Ping asked tentatively.

Although they are consumers, the waiter at the hotel will probably wipe the toilet with their towel when they call room service for a hair in the middle of the night. Li Yun didn't have to worry about this, he brought his own towel. Zhou Ping was miserable.

Li Yun ignored it and carefully examined the pillow.

With that serious appearance, Zhou Ping looked infected.

"Any questions?" Zhou Ping asked cautiously.

"I checked before and didn't see this hair." Li Yun replied.

"Probably inside the pillow...... I pressed the cotton inside, and it was squeezed out again. ”

Zhou Ping has no habit of cleanliness, but when he says this kind of thing, he feels a little disgusted.

Li Yun didn't show any expression on his face.

He put the pillowcase back on and threw the hair in the trash.

Zhou Ping saw that he was going to continue sleeping, so he went to the suitcase barefoot, "I'll change my pajamas." ”

He found his pajamas, changed them, and when he turned around, he saw Li Yun lying flat and closing his eyes.

Zhou Ping also lay down on the bed and covered the quilt.

He was about to turn off the light when he heard the sound of squirming on Li Yun's bed.