After saying goodbye to Huang Yang, they came to the second junior high school teacher's office, but they didn't see Qin Nanzhu, and after inquiring around, no one knew where she went.

Both of them felt faintly uneasy in their hearts, how could they find out the clues, and the person concerned disappeared. However, a teacher in the office provided Qin Nanzhu's phone number, and Liu Mengwei tried to dial it, but it was quickly connected.

Qin Nanzhu was calm and calm on the phone, and he couldn't hear anything abnormal. She said that she suddenly felt a little unwell just now, took half a day off, and went home to rest.

Qin Nanzhu's voice sounded really weak: "I'm sorry, officer." I'm really not feeling well today, I've just taken medicine, and now I'm sleepy. Do you think that's good? When I'm better tomorrow, I'll go straight to your police station for questioning. ”

She has already said this, and Wen Qiao and Liu Mengwei have no choice. Besides, the little evidence they have in their hands may not be able to find the Guyu bird that has been hiding all this time. Now, she can only wait for her to arrive at the administrative detachment tomorrow, and then improvise.

The next day, Qin Nanzhu really came to the criminal investigation detachment as promised.

Ling Feng was still a little surprised when he saw her: "Teacher Qin, why are you here, is something wrong?" ”

Qin Nanzhu was obviously even more surprised than Ling Feng: "Didn't you agree yesterday to let me come today?" ”

She smiled softly, like a harmless little white rabbit.

"Really?" Ling Feng was a little confused, "Why didn't I know?" Who called you? ”

Qin Nanzhu thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't see anyone yesterday, we said it on the phone. Because I suddenly felt unwell yesterday, I took a leave of absence to go home early. ”

"You can't be getting a scam call, are you?" Ling Feng looked at her suspiciously.

Qin Nanzhu was also stunned, and then smiled again: "No, Officer Ling is really joking." I just came from school, and my colleagues in the office said that the police did come to me yesterday, and they gave me my phone number, and I heard that it was a tall, thin, handsome police officer here. ”

Ling Feng also understood most of it when he heard it, and said to Ma Xiaochao who was not far away: "Go to the basement floor and call that tall and handsome police officer." ”

Ma Xiaochao was stunned for three seconds: "Huh? Captain, who are you talking about? ”

Ling Feng only thought he was pretending to be stupid and joking, and glanced at him angrily: "Who else?" ”

But Ma Xiaochao continued to be stunned, and asked tentatively: "Captain...... You won't ...... You're talking about yourself, right? ”

Ling Feng didn't expect him to really misunderstand himself, and said angrily and funny, "What did you say? ”

"Aren't you the tallest and most handsome police officer we have here?" Ma Xiaochao still looked at him with his innocent and bright eyes.

Looking at Ma Xiaochao's serious expression, Ling Feng finally understood what he meant just now, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "You kid! I'm asking you to go to the forensic office and call Director Wen! ”

Qin Nanzhu listened on the side, and also smiled from ear to ear, and finally stopped laughing, and said with emotion: "The atmosphere here is really good." ”

Ling Feng also showed a bright smile that had been rare in the past few days: "We are all comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, and we are people who can hand over our backs. ”

"Sounds really enviable." Qin Nanzhu said sincerely.

Not long after, Wen Qiao also walked over from outside the door, he saw Qin Nanzhu, and just nodded at her slightly.

Without waiting for him to speak, Ling Feng took the lead in asking, "Teacher Qin said that a policeman went to look for her yesterday, is it you?" ”

Wen Qiao said lightly: "Liu Mengwei and I found something." ”

"She went too?" Ling Feng didn't expect the two of them to investigate the case together.

At this time, Qin Nanzhu also interjected: "It's the lady who called me yesterday, right?" What the hell are you looking for me? ”

Wen Qiao suddenly glanced at her seriously, and that deep gaze made her heart tighten.

Several documents on the table bear the erosion of time, and a memory that has been sealed in the dust for twenty years is now pulled out raw, the wound is bloody, and the chest is empty.

"Did you write the words on this insurance policy?" Wen Qiao asked straight to the point.

Qin Nanzhu picked up the piece of paper and looked at it for a long time before putting it down, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were full of surprise and incredulity. Wen Qiao was ready to listen to her answer, but Ling Feng still looked like he was out of the situation, he didn't know what Wen Qiao and Liu Mengwei had found yesterday, and now was not the time to ask, so he could only listen to the two of them finish talking first.

"Where did you get this from?"

"Did you write it?" Wen Qiao didn't answer, but asked the question again.

"Yes!" Wen Qiao was ready to take out the poem and compare it in front of her, but she didn't expect Qin Nanzhu to admit it directly: "I didn't expect that the difference between the words I wrote when I was a child and now is quite big, I don't think there is any change when I write day after day, and when I look at it after a long time, it has changed so much!" ”

"When was it written?"

"Hmm...... I guess it was when I was in junior high school. She tilted her head, pondered, and gave a vague answer.

"Why are you writing this?" Wen Qiao suddenly felt that this inquiry had gone too far.

"Of course I wouldn't write this kind of thing myself," Qin Nanzhu raised his head with a sincere look in his eyes: "This should be someone else asked me to write it for him." ”

"Who is it?" Wen Qiao felt that he was infinitely close to the truth.

"Teacher Huang."

"Which Teacher Huang?"

"It's the current director of our school, Mr. Huang Yanghuang, who was my physics teacher at Yingde Middle School at the time."

Speaking of this, Qin Nanzhu's eyes were foggy, and he seemed to have fallen into a beautiful youth again: "After a big circle, I returned to my alma mater and became colleagues with the teachers who taught me before, as if this was my home." ”

……

314 Medical Research Institute.

Liu Mengwei and Qiu Yuchuan stood outside the door of ward 17, and there were two people in the room, one was a girl like flowers, and the other was an old man like withered grass.

The girl's eyes, which had been closed, finally opened, and the clear, unsullied eyes looked at the old man, gradually becoming moist and full of tears.

"In 20 years, I have never seen my jasmine in a dream. Why do you say that? People say that I think about it every day and dream at night, why do I miss her every day, but she refuses to even see me in a dream? The old man took her hand, and his voice was earnest and sad.

"Red jasmine, green; Yellow pines and cypresses, bare, chicks with broken wings, white horses with broken hooves. The girl hummed softly in his ear.

A line of tears finally rolled down the old man's wrinkled face: "Those few nights, you sang this song for me, I finally dreamed of my Jasmine, thank you for bringing her to my dreams." ”

"Sing it for me again, I'm afraid I'll never hear you sing again."

The girl didn't move, just stared at the void in a daze.

"Please, let me see her again, let me see my daughter again!" The old man pleaded bitterly.

The girl shuddered, and a moment of brilliance suddenly flashed on her face, as if she had returned from another time and space.

"Daddy......"

"What?" When the old man heard these two words, his body trembled violently, and he asked in disbelief.

"Flower God Niangniang......"

The goddess of flowers said...... She got it. ”

The last jasmine petal fell from the delicate branch, without a trace, silently, but with the weight of thunder.

The miserable aura exploded like a firework enthusiastically and decisively, filling the entire room in an instant, seeping out little by little through the crack in the door, and quietly climbing up Liu Mengwei's body - she was leaving. This remnant soul drained the last of her energy and completed her unfinished mission that night, as a flower goddess's handmaiden.

At this moment, Qiu Yuchuan approached her with bad intentions, and his voice was light and elegant, cold and treacherous: "He's dying." ”

"How do you know?" Liu Mengwei didn't show surprise, just glanced at him flatly.

"Number 17 said." In contrast to her coldness, Qiu Yuchuan was extremely excited.

"Do you feel it too?" Qiu Yuchuan seemed to challenge her nerves all the time: "When a person is about to die, do you hear the sound made when the strings on his body are broken one by one?" What a beautiful song of death! ”

"If I die, will you be sad for me?" Liu Mengwei suddenly asked faintly.

"No, it won't."

"Yes." She wasn't surprised.

"I'm not going to let you die." Qiu Yuchuan laughed wickedly.

"Oh." Liu Mengwei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes flowed, like a goddess who was detached from the dust, and like a queen who looked down on the world: "Since this is the case, then let me mourn for you." ”