Criminal investigation crime night stealth

Time passed minute by minute, and Lu Yao, who was silent, finally moved.

She moved her rotten fingers, slowly began to stretch her body, and brushed the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears.

She reached out and licked her dry lips. She had been sitting here for a day and a night.

She seems to be unwilling to come out of the immersed world.

Until an old woman walked in front, her eyes were fixed on the old woman, as if something had fallen in her heart, she did not respond for a long time.

Is that the teacher's wife?
It's only been a day, why is her hair gray again?
It was just one day and one night, she seemed to be ten years older.

"How long do you plan to sit here?" The teacher's wife's voice was very low, and she was holding back some emotions in her hoarseness. She seemed to be suppressing her emotions, "I indulged you to sit here for a day and a night, tell me now, you What did you come up with?"

What is she thinking?

She didn't think about anything, just stayed here, quietly guarding the teacher's body.

Although she didn't say anything, she didn't know why, but she always had a feeling in her heart that the teacher wanted her to stay here, and the teacher wanted to see her.

Lu Yao withdrew his gaze, then looked at the door of the morgue, the old man sitting at the door smiled at her, "Girl, hurry back, you sit here and guard, this is stealing my job!"

She just...

I just want to be with the teacher again.

"If he sees you becoming so decadent, he will definitely not admit that you are his student!" The teacher's wife had a serious and indifferent expression on her face.

Lu Yao looked at her in astonishment, and retorted subconsciously, "I didn't want to sit here all the time, it's just that there are some things I can't figure out. I think the teacher is here, he can remind..."

Lu Yao's words stopped abruptly, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

She forgot again that the teacher couldn't help her anymore. At this moment, he was lying in the morgue, a cold corpse.

The light in the morgue was pale, and the air-conditioning sprayed from the room gradually eroded her ankles, as if someone was gently touching her, reminding her that no matter how clear-headed she was, you must always keep calm.

She seemed to hear a voice, slowly whispering in her ear, "From now on, your teacher's wife will leave it to you."

She suddenly realized, enlightened.

He looked at the teacher's wife with scorching eyes, at the white hair that had grown overnight on her head, and the faint tears and wrinkles on her face.

She wished she could slap herself twice.

How did the relationship that was clear before came to me, but it became more and more unclear.

You can remember the dead and feel sorry for the dead, but you should not ignore the living.

Wouldn't the living be in pain?

No.

The living suffer more than the dead.

In old age, there is nothing better than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. What is even more sad is that Professor Sun has no children in his life and has a stubborn temper, which leads to not many relatives getting close.

Now she died unexpectedly, leaving only my teacher and wife alone.

He raised Lu Yao as his own child, as long as he was not blind, he could see his thoughts.

But now, Lu Yao has almost reached the point of giving up on herself. She can sit at the door of the morgue for days and nights without saying a word, without eating or drinking.

When the teacher heard the news, regardless of her own body, she struggled and ran to this cold place, trying to wake her up.

But Lu Yao, she always looks like this, like a pool of stagnant water, quietly looking ahead, her soul seems to follow Professor Sun.

Seeing her appearance, the teacher gritted her teeth, stood in front of her with an ugly face, held her head in her hands, and forced her to look at her, "Yaoyao, look at me, look up at me!"

Lu Yao didn't respond.

She didn't clear her mind for a while, and the teacher's wife didn't know that she had figured it out.

The teacher let her go, and then pointed to the closed door and said: "Don't act like this for me to see, you will only make me feel that I am not a qualified wife, you are alone with him Students who are not related by blood can do this for him, but what about me?"

The teacher's wife's voice gradually approached despair, and she roared: "I have been in the same bed with her for decades, and I am in more pain than you when this accident happens, but I know that I have nothing but him, I have to live, even if I want to fall, I have to take care of his affairs before I can fall."

Lu Yao finally made a move. She slowly raised her head, her eyes flickered with a strange light, and she stared intently at the teacher's wife.

She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but the words kept swirling in her throat, and she still couldn't say a word.

"I've said so much, do you still want to continue like this?" The teacher's wife put her hand on her shoulder suddenly, "Yaoyao, wake up, you are not only your teacher, don't you even want me?" ?"

Lu Yao's mind went blank after being shocked by the teacher's wife's words.

what is she doing?
What has she been doing these days?
She allowed herself to be immersed in the news of her teacher's death, ignoring that General Su was still undergoing surgery, and even more ignoring the helpless teacher's wife.

If the teacher knew, she would definitely not let her go.

Ah……

If he could really crawl out of that cold box and scold her, or even slap her a few times, she would accept it with a smile.

"Your teacher and I have no children. For so many years, I have treated you as my own child. Both your teacher and I don't want to see you look so depressed. I can't persuade you. If you want to continue like this, Then do your wife a favor."

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Teacher's wife, tell me."

"Help me bury my ashes with your teacher, I..."

"Master!" Lu Yao interrupted her in time, "Don't talk nonsense!"

She knew she was wrong, but she didn't have time to say it.

If she continues to maintain the status quo, the teacher's wife's body will be worn down sooner or later.

Instead of restlessly remembering the dead, it is better to do something more meaningful.

Use all your strength to find the murderer and bring him to justice.

Thinking of this, her gaze gradually became firmer, and she held her teacher's hand with her backhand, "Mister, I'm sorry."

In the past few days, this was the only time she spoke with emotion, which made people feel that she was not a cold machine.

The teacher's wife was moved to tears, patted her hand, and said hello three or four times.

"People have joys and sorrows, and people must learn to look forward." This sentence was said by the teacher's wife, and it seemed to be the last piece of advice given to her by the teacher.

Lu Yao increased the strength in her hands, and her feet were a little numb after doing evil for a long time. She turned around and limped out with her teacher's wife.

Lu Yao, Lu Yao, from now on, remember the fact that you are never alone.

What you have to do now is try your best to find the murderer.

Take good care of my wife, you are not the only one who is sad in this incident.