star hunter

This office is not too big, and the decoration is quite ordinary, and it can even be described as simple. Only the solemn emblem of two entwined ouroboros on the wall reveals the identity of the owner here.

"The corpse found in the villa in the south of the city was confirmed to be Zhu Ci's. After the autopsy, it was found that there were cyanide residues in the body of the deceased. The preliminary judgment was that he committed suicide by taking poison." Su Xian handed out a stack of documents while reporting, "here It contains the autopsy report, some photos taken at the scene, and some secret files about the 'Tree of Life' project found in her house. Please have a look."

The man behind the desk has a straight figure and sits upright like a clock. He is over the age, his face is obviously engraved with the traces of the years, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, two lines are engraved on both sides of the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his tight lips are getting tighter. Exuding an air of calmness and prestige.

He motioned his subordinate to put the document bag on the corner of the table, and then glanced over, and immediately noticed the slightly strenuous bending of the other party.

"Is the injury still not healed?" It may be due to excessive tobacco intake, his voice is deep and hoarse, which makes a caring greeting reveal a heavy meaning.

Su Xian, who was still suffering from pain in his lower back, smiled lightly: "It's almost done, there are still some sequelae."

"It's not a good habit to be brave." His boss leaned back, with his back straight against the back of the chair, "You have worked hard during this time, since the investigation of the dismemberment case has been completed, I will grant you a few days off, take a good rest Stay in the hospital and come back when you recover."

After he finished speaking, he took the information from the corner of the table, opened the seal, and did not lift his head: "Is there anything else?"

This was a tactful order to chase away guests. Although the usual politeness in communication could not be heard from his tone, making it more obvious to express the original intention, Su Xian naturally would not understand, but he did not move.

Enduring the discomfort in his waist, he stood taller and taller. He didn't say a word, just stood like that, which made the other party's stern expression loose all the time, and there was a little helplessness between his brows: "I have something to ask ?”

Su Xian gave a low "hmm", and looked at him again, and the latter re-entered the process of browsing the files, and his voice was also faint: "I know what you want to ask, but what can you do if you know the answer?" .”

Su Xian was startled, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but he heard him say: "Okay, if you insist on getting to the bottom of it, I'll tell you—yes, our Governance Bureau was indeed a participant in the 'Tree of Life', Even the first batch of volunteers were almost all members of the Management Bureau. In addition, we also provided a lot of support for the implementation of the plan, with manpower and material resources. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The secret that Su Xian thought would take a lot of effort or even be impossible to find out was so easily laid out in front of him by the top leader of the Management Bureau. He had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

"I know this history is very disturbing, even unacceptable." The director of the Management Bureau put down the paper in his hand, and the lines on the side of his nose twitched imperceptibly, "But no matter how dirty and ugly, it It’s there, we can’t erase it, and we can’t go around it.”

He paused, and then continued: "In your opinion, those participants are probably hot-blooded fools and unreasonable lunatics. To a certain extent, they are indeed so. Paradoxically, the first batch of people, They really put their hearts into that plan with the hope of saving their homeland...Of course, it sounds ridiculous now, but they really think so. Because I am the witness .”

Su Xian's tightly pursed lips opened and closed slightly: "It's just a witness, didn't you participate?"

His question can be said to be quite disrespectful, but the offended boss did not get angry, but sternly denied: "I have never participated in it."

"why?"

This question became more and more daring. Fortunately, the top leader of the Management Bureau did not mean to argue with him, but just looked at him blankly for a moment, and then gave him the answer: "I already had a lover at that time, and I couldn't help it." Accept that kind of task. And the leader of the bureau at the time didn't force me."

Su Xian refused to let go: "But you didn't stop it."

His boss was still not angry, just looked at him amusedly: "How should I stop it? If it were you, could you stop it?"

Su Xian was stunned.

"More than 20 years ago, everyone was groping for the way to get everyone out of the sea of ​​suffering in their own way. Some people used the wrong method, even the wrong way was outrageous, but you can't deny their original intention. Besides, this is a It is a difficult task, even now, we have not achieved our goal, haven’t we? In such a long process, you must allow mistakes to happen.” The director’s elbow rested on the table, Pressing his fingers between his brows, his indifferent brows finally revealed a trace of fatigue, "Besides, most of the participants in that incident back then are no longer alive. Like you, they fought day and night for this city until The end of life. And that's how you and I end."

He raised his eyes and looked directly into Su Xian's eyes: "They have sins and merits. They should be cast aside, but they also deserve to be respected."

Su Xian closed his eyes weakly: "What do you want to express? Don't blame the past?"

"Then what do you want to blame? Drag the corpse out of the grave and flog the corpse?" The director of the Management Bureau said coldly, "Or let the Management Bureau be disbanded, and everyone will break up and wait for death together?"

For Su Xian, those sacrificed seniors have always been objects of admiration. He never thought that the backside of these outstanding heroic spirits might be sinners; and the administration that made him willing to sacrifice his life was once An accomplice to evil.

The double shocks were intertwined, almost making him unable to breathe.

No matter how many battles he has experienced, he is only fighting against the walking corpses and enemies with ulterior motives. The struggle with them may be dangerous, but it will never be so complicated.

Besides, what is an enemy?Are different positions the enemy?Those of the same camp must be companions?

His lower back injury appears to be coming back.

His expression made the director couldn't help sighing, then he got up and put his hand on Su Xian's shoulder: "I understand your mood, and I'll give you a few days to take a good rest. If you can't make it this far Dao Kan, if you want to leave, I will never stop you."

Su Xian avoided his eyes, nodded absently, and didn't know if he listened. The director wanted to say something, but he took the initiative to say: "By the way, I want to ask you one more thing."

He raised his eyebrows: "You say."

"In the Administration Bureau, has there ever been a supernatural person who can break through the space?" He asked the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for many days. His boss showed a rare surprise, and finally nodded. Give him an affirmative answer: "Yes. But that person died more than ten years ago."

"How did you die?"

"Sacrifice in the line of duty."

"understood."

He asked so nonchalantly, but the other party answered him without hesitation. Su Xian was not a person who didn't know what to do. He bowed sloppily to the leader, then turned and left.

The director watched his back disappearing into the corner of the corridor, his tight mouth gradually relaxed, and finally a wry smile appeared: Yu Wan, you still taught this child to be too kind.

He lowered his head and continued to read the materials, but the door that Su Xian forgot to close closed automatically without wind.

He took out a photo, it was a woman lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, probably because she was in too much pain before her death, her facial features were a little distorted, and her expression was a little grim.When the photo was taken, the person had been dead for a while, and bright red corpse spots had appeared on the surface of the skin.

Typical symptoms of cyanide poisoning.

Of course he knew this woman, even quite acquainted.It was because of this that he couldn't believe her death.

Zhu Ci, she died so easily?Or suicide?

But no matter how skeptical he may be, Corpse Spot doesn't lie.

"You tried your best to send that child out, and after more than 20 years, you took it back... What do you want to do?"

But Zhu Ci is dead, and this question may never be answered.

>>>

When Su Xian returned to Jishi Hospital, it happened to be sunset.

The long winter has finally passed, the snow has melted, revealing not a complete barrenness, the trees have sprouted new shoots, the blades of grass have pierced through the obstacles, and pointed out from the soil, looking around, there are stars adorned in the ashes A little bit of greenery.

It's not pleasing to the eye, but it won't add insult to injury and make people feel worse.

Su Xian came all the way in a daze, with negative thoughts popping up one after another like bubbles in his head. When his eyes touched this scene, the bubble maker in his brain finally stopped for a while.

The orange-red sunset glow on the sky is as beautiful as a brocade, and the pale golden afterglow is warm and warm on the body. The peach tree not far away bursts into jade-pink buds, and a few dark new swallows poke out from the mud nest under the eaves Head, chattering non-stop at him.

In the early spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies, Su Xian can't help but think of a person.

I don't know how he is. When he left this morning, he was still groggy.

His pace quickened unknowingly, Zhong Yuncong's trauma was no longer a serious problem, but he still didn't wake up, probably because his mental strength was exhausted too much and his vitality was damaged.

He was worried about Zhong Yuncong, so he naturally had no extra thoughts to continue to be decadent and confused. He strode to the door of the familiar ward, and was about to open the door to enter, but a familiar voice came from inside unexpectedly.

"I've been lying in bed for seven days. If I lie down again, I'm really going to be paralyzed! While I can still run and jump, please let me go out and breathe."

"No!" A slightly immature young voice refused mercilessly, "Doctor Zhang said that you need to rest, which means that you lie on the bed obediently and don't even think about going anywhere!"

Then there was his wailing: "Am I recovering from illness, or am I going to jail?"

Su Xian couldn't help laughing, and then he heard the sound of the door opening.

I don't know what's going on, I was worried before, but now I feel timid after hearing his lively voice.

Although Su Xian was reluctant to admit it psychologically, his body was very honest - his feet had already started to retract.

The sound of the door lock turning was like a death talisman. He gasped, and when he was about to speed up his retreat, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming out of the door out of the corner of his eye.

It turned out to be Feng Xiaoshan.

Su Xian, who had made a false alarm, immediately recovered his usual calm aura, as if nothing had happened.

In fact, Babyface really didn't notice the strangeness in him before. He had always been in awe of the famous sheriff, but he didn't expect to meet him as soon as he went out, which made him tremble all over.

"By the way, you don't want to..." Su Xian was about to say hello in advance and ask Feng Xiaoshan to keep his whereabouts a secret, but the boy tremblingly did a standard student ceremony - chest out, belly in, heels heavily They kicked on the ground, moved closer together, and shouted vigorously: "Hello, Chief Su!"

This sound is like a bell, very penetrating, only the deaf can't hear it.

Su Xian raised his forehead.

Sure enough, it was too late to sneak away again, the door of the ward creaked open, and Zhong Yuncong's head popped out, smiling at him brightly: "Where are you going, Chief Su?"

This reminded Su Xian of the glow that he had bathed in just now, and the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to still remain on his body, which also cast a layer of soft light on his eyes: "If I don't go anywhere, I just look at you."