At noon the next day, they carried a section of bacon to the western-style building area and knocked on the door of Building 4.

The person who opened the door was Su Linhao's sister-in-law.

Her eyes were red and swollen, she had obviously just cried, she was in a depressed mood, and she opened the door without asking who it was.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is Lin Hao there?" After Wen Qizhou briefly introduced himself, he raised his hand slightly carrying bacon: "I'll send him something." ”

"Lin Hao's ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

The sister-in-law choked up and couldn't speak.

Su Linhao's eldest brother Su Heng came over at this time, and when he saw that the person standing outside the door was Wen Qizhou, he invited them into the house to sit.

He was quite familiar with Wen Qizhou, and he had heard Su Linhao talk about him coming to the city, so it was not strange to see him.

"Lin Hao had an accident last night." Su Heng probably didn't close his eyes all night, his face was extremely ugly, and there was sadness in his eyes.

When he came home from work last night, he suddenly heard the news of Su Linhao's accident, and hurriedly rushed to Linshan Lake with the person who reported the news.

But when he stepped on the painting boat, Su Linhao, who had fallen to the ground, had lost his life characteristics and could no longer be saved.

He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes: "The doctor suspects that he died suddenly from excessive drinking." ”

In the absence of external injuries, the deceased needed further dissection to find out the cause of death, so it can only be said that it is doubtful.

But as soon as they didn't make a feud with anyone, and secondly, they didn't find out the problem with the drink, so they decided that Su Linhao's death was an accident.

"Ugh." Wen Qizhou sighed heavily.

He put the bacon on the table, patted Su Heng's shoulder and told him to mourn: "Where is Lin Hao now?" I want to see him. ”

"Backyard." He ordered someone to erect a shed in the backyard in the early hours of the morning, and also rushed to make a coffin.

Su Linhao was lying in the coffin at the moment.

He was wearing an ironed shirt and trousers, his hands folded on his abdomen in a regular manner, and his eyes were closed peacefully.

Glancing at his paler face than ordinary people, Wen Qizhou faintly retracted his gaze, comforted Su Mu, who was sitting next to him and wept silently, and burned a few stacks of yellow and white paper they found.

"Brother Heng, how long will he be buried?"

"Three days later."

"Then I'll come over and help then." As a "good brother", Wen Qizhou naturally can't just take a look.

He made an appointment with Su Heng and took Chi Yue out of the grief-filled environment, and the regret in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

When gradually closing the distance between him and the western-style building, Chi Yue gently tugged on his sleeve twice: "How many cephalosporins did you give him?" ”

"Five."

"Can a blood test be found?"

"I can't." He was reading a medical book recently: "Although cephalosporin has an effect on the number of white blood cells, it is impossible to detect that he took cephalosporin before his death through blood tests." ”

Chi Yue was taught.

I have to say that his trick is really high, even if the pestle is under the noses of the Su family, it will not arouse their suspicion.

If it could have been silent in the past life......

It doesn't seem to work, she was too poor in her previous life, and she had to break one cephalosporin in half to eat, so she was willing to give five to others.

She pulled back her distant thoughts, no longer imagining the established facts, and took his hand and walked slowly in the direction she had come.

*

Su Linhao was buried on a hillside somewhere in Linyun Mountain, Wen Qizhou, who helped dig the soil to cover the coffin, looked at the mountain bag that erected the wooden monument, and the accumulated hatred also dissipated with the wind.

He said goodbye to the Su family, returned to the hotel to meet Chi Yue, and dragged the inflated rubber boat down the mountain together.

"Brother Wen!" Coincidentally, when I met Xu Qian, a young man who was going down the mountain with a friend: "Do you want to go down the mountain too?" ”

"Hmm." He and Chi Yue haven't been out for a long time, mainly because they want to see the situation under the mountain.

"Shall we have a companion then?"

"Okay."

More people are safer.

Wen Qizhou put the rubber boat on the water, helped Chi Yue to get on the boat, and each took a paddle to row in the direction of the city.

Xu Qian, who was lagging behind, caught up with them.

"Brother Wen, I know where there are supplies!" He dug through the hand-drawn road map: "Just follow me." ”

Without them asking, he told him that the road map had been drawn by his parents, who had worked in Lincheng for many years.

It does look detailed.

Wen Qizhou and Chi Yue did not refuse.

They rowed their rubber boats to follow Xu Qian, their eyes wandering over the buildings they passed along the way.

After six days of hailstorms, the older buildings were smashed to pieces, and the water around them was littered with shards of glass and damaged tiles on the walls.

The office buildings with glass curtain walls and LED screens are full of cobwebs hit by hail at a glance.

Occasionally, broken glass falls.

Looking at the splash of falling glass, the two ships silently moved away from the office building to avoid unwarranted disasters.

After rowing for nearly three kilometers, Xu Qian pointed to a building with a strip brick façade and told them to stop by the window.

They put away their oars, stepped over the bow of the boat into the smashed window, and dragged the two rubber boats into the house.

"Let's go up to the tenth floor first." Xu Qian told them that there were two private restaurants on the 10th and 13th floors: "My dad came here yesterday to look for it, and he said that there was still a lot of rice and noodles left in the restaurant. ”

Dad Xu couldn't take them all yesterday, so he handed over this "arduous" task to him.

"No wonder." No wonder he's so sure.

They walked up the stairs to the tenth floor to the storage room of the first private restaurant, where they took a look at the materials stacked inside.

There is not much to say.

The rice and noodles add up to nearly 100 catties, and the seasonings and dry goods are also scattered there, and nothing else.

The situation on the thirteenth floor is similar, but it is indeed more than enough to meet the needs of a family for a short time.

When Xu Qian proposed to divide the materials equally, Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou did not agree, and the former said: "Since it is something that your uncle left for you, it is enough for us to ask for twenty catties of rice noodles." ”

They don't want to take advantage of him stupidly, but if they don't want a pound of rice and noodles, it is contrary to the current environment.

Only meaningful.

"That won't do! Brother Wen also helped me. ”

"What did he help you?"

"Give me an umbrella when it rains." Xu Qian pointed to his forehead and said seriously: "If it weren't for Brother Wen helping me, I would definitely have more than one bag on my head." ”

Wen Qizhou: "......"

He didn't call for a gang at all.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, arguing with Xu Qian would have delayed their ability to find shelter, and he would have pushed people away.

"It's just a small thing." Wen Qizhou insisted on not sharing more supplies, and picked up the bag of rice and noodles: "There are enough for the two of us to eat." ”

Xu Qian could only give up.

They carried the supplies back to the sixth floor, stacked them on the dinghy, and pushed them to the surface with a gentle movement.

"Do you still want to go?"

"Nope." Chi Yue explained that he did not continue to look for supplies on the grounds that he had made an appointment with someone else to eat together at noon.

They came down to see the water level.

As I saw before, there were traces of flooding on the eighth floor, indicating that the water line had dropped to the height of two stories.

By the end of January, it should be able to subside completely.

(End of chapter)