beloved does not come back

The three of them pressed their backs against the wall and hid in the darkness around the corner.

He Sheng mouthed "Zhang Feng", pointed to the light ahead, and indicated that Zhang Feng was inside.

Jiang Tianxiao listened attentively, and sure enough, he heard Zhang Feng's voice. Unlike the kindness and politeness when talking to them, Zhang Feng's voice was very sharp:

"You call, you call again?"

After he finished speaking, Jiang Tianxiao heard a muffled "boom".

Afterwards, the voice of "woo woo" became louder, and Jiang Tianxiao was stunned——

Listen carefully, how does it sound like a human voice?

That painful moan coming from the chest...

"A debt collector!" Zhang Feng cursed viciously.

Then Zhang Feng stepped out of the small grid with one leg.

He Sheng and Yu Lang looked at each other, then rushed forward——

In the sweltering summer night, Jiang Tianxiao's hands and feet were cold.

If it wasn't for Yu Lang, He Sheng, Han Tao standing beside him, and Zhang Feng tied to the ground, he couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real.

Looking in from the cubicle, there is actually a small room inside—no, how can it be called a room—it looks like a pigsty in the countryside.

There was filth all over the floor, and a boy about seventeen or eighteen was huddled in a corner.

He was extremely thin, with sickly sunken eye sockets, and his legs were drawn together like straws on his chest.

Around his neck was a chain.

The other end of the chain was nailed to the wall.

Get a little closer, and you can smell a pungent stench.

"Illegal imprisonment." He Sheng knelt down and looked at Zhang Feng who was wide-eyed: "Do you know how many years the sentence will be?"

Zhang Feng's mouth was gagged and he couldn't speak.

"Stop talking nonsense," Yu Lang said, "Call the police."

Zhang Feng suddenly twisted desperately, like a half-cooked prawn, making the last struggle.

He Sheng pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

"Don't call the police," Zhang Feng said in a trembling voice, "I say, I say everything."

He Sheng: "Who is this?"

"……my son."

"Fresh," He Sheng glanced at the small grid, "Who would treat their son like this?"

"He takes drugs," Zhang Feng paused for a few seconds, and suddenly two lines of tears flowed from his eyes: "What can I do! He takes drugs! He wiped out the house! I have no other choice!"

Jiang Tianxiao was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at the locked boy, he was so thin - the deep eye sockets did seem strangely morbid.

"You can send him to a drug rehabilitation center." Yu Lang said.

"I can't quit!" Zhang Feng roared: "I've been in it twice! I've been addicted to it within a month since I came out!"

"So you tortured him like this?" He Sheng said coldly, "If you treat him like this, is it better than him taking drugs?"

Zhang Feng didn't speak anymore, and fell on the ground with his head weeping.

"Did Zhang Cheng give you the money he earned by stealing from the construction site?" Yu Lang asked.

Zhang Feng trembled and didn't speak.

"Now we know that Zhang Cheng stole it," Yu Lang said slowly: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, we can always find out—but, Zhang Cheng is no longer here, you must make him carry a behind-the-scenes infamy?"

"Give it to me!" Zhang Feng raised his head abruptly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes...he gave me some of the money he made."

"What are you doing with the money?"

"...He," Zhang Feng glanced at his son, "he asked for money to buy white powder... After I locked him up, his mind was not clear, and I wanted to buy him medicine..."

Yu Lang continued to ask: "How did Zhang Cheng kill Liu Xiaopan?"

"He didn't kill!!!" Zhang Feng suddenly became excited: "He didn't kill people! I think he killed people! If he kills someone, he won't die himself!"

"So..." Yu Lang paused, "Zhang Cheng originally wanted to kill Liu Xiaopan, because he was afraid that Liu Xiaopan would wash his hands and sell him—but he didn't succeed in the end, did he? "

"..."

"is not it?"

"Yes," Zhang Feng murmured, "I bought the rat poison for him. Before he could come back to pick it up, it was... gone."

"So you came back after going around this circle?" He Sheng slumped on the chair with Erlang's legs crossed: "I rely on..."

Jiang Tianxiao was also a little frustrated, they put in so much effort, but the result only confirmed the initial speculation: Zhang Cheng was not the murderer.

"Change your thinking," Yu Lang frowned slightly: "Since it's not Zhang Cheng...how is that Qiu Guowei?"

"He," He Sheng sat up, "he was taken to Nanning by his family for treatment."

Yu Lang nodded: "Let's go to Nanning, Jiang Tianxiao is going to buy train tickets, the sooner the better."

Jiang Tianxiao: "..."

"what happened?"

"I..." Jiang Tianxiao stammered, "I have no money..."

Yu Lang said "oh", and took out his mobile phone: "I was going to transfer money to you before, but I forgot - transferred to your Alipay."

Jiang Tianxiao responded in a low voice.

It's so embarrassing.It's almost like deliberately controlling Yu Lang for money.

But I really have no money...

Buy the train ticket and pack your luggage.

Han Tao stared at Yu Lang, and said after a few seconds, "Yu Lang."

"how?"

"Xiaopan's... Sha," Han Tao clenched his fists as if uttering the word with great difficulty, and asked, "Is there...human consciousness?"

Yu Lang simply replied: "Not yet."

"...Will there be in the future?"

"That Sha was hurt too badly by me, and it will take some time to recover. Moreover, although this kind of thing is relatively advanced among ghosts," Yu Lang said with a complicated expression, "It's hard to say how much it can remember before it was alive. .”

"Okay, I... Got it," Han Tao lowered his eyes: "Thank you, really, thank you."

Yu Lang shook his head and said nothing.

At this moment, Jiang Tianxiao suddenly felt a little puzzled. Since the Sha probably has no human consciousness—or can't remember what happened before it was alive, then, is everything they have worked so hard to do really meaningful?

In other words, from Han Tao's point of view, Liu Xiaopan's family didn't care about this matter. As an outsider, why should he be so persistent?

Even if the real cause of Liu Xiaopan's death can be found out, Liu Xiaopan will never come back.

He can't come back.

The setting sun outside the window was hazy, as if soaked in a layer of steam.Jiang Tianxiao silently looked at the thin Han Tao, and suddenly felt sad.

Miss one step, miss step by step, everything is irreversible.

When they arrived in Nanning, Yu Lang took Jiang Tianxiao to buy fruit milk to see Qiu Guowei, while He Sheng and Han Tao were waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

"Teacher Yu," Jiang Tianxiao was a little worried: "Will the two of us be kicked out like this?"

"Ok?"

"Just... Qiu Guowei doesn't know us."

Yu Lang gave Jiang Tianxiao a sideways glance, and only uttered three words: "I'll give the money."

Jiang Tianxiao: "..."

Take the elevator to the twelfth floor of the inpatient department, Department of Neurology.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were people coming and going in the inpatient department building. Some family members helped patients for a walk, and more doctors or nurses walked by quickly. The white figure dangled in front of Jiang Tianxiao's eyes.

The empty space at the corner is crowded with family members who sleep on the floor to accompany the bed. The better ones can support a simple bed, and more people sleep on the floor, with mats and mattresses piled up together.

Jiang Tianxiao couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Why are there so many people..."

Yu Lang also sighed softly: "This is how big hospitals are now."

They turned twice and stopped in front of Ward 1217.

"You don't need to say anything for a while, just put the things down, you know?" Yu Lang told Jiang Tianxiao.

"okay."

Yu Lang knocked twice on the door of the ward, then unscrewed the door and walked in.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the ward, and the six beds were facing each other in threes and threes, and the patients were lying or sitting on the beds.

Yu Lang went straight to the hospital bed by the window.

Lying on the bed was a man in a hospital gown, with a bald head and gauze wrapped around his head, playing with his mobile phone.Jiang Tianxiao knew that this was Qiu Guowei.

"Hello," Yu Lang put down the milk and fruit with a smile, "Is it Xiaoqiu?"

"Huh?" Qiu Guowei put down his phone: "...Who are you?"

"I'm a lawyer from Huakang Construction Company," Yu Lang said, pulling out a business card from his jacket pocket as if by magic: "My name is Yu Lang."

"Lawyer?" Qiu Guowei frowned, "What's wrong?"

"That's right. Our company is going to make accident files. Can you tell me the details of what happened? A while ago I was afraid of disturbing your recovery, so I haven't come here."

"What filing?" Qiu Guowei looked at Yu Lang vigilantly, "Why didn't anyone contact me before?"

"Didn't you worry about disturbing your recovery before?" Yu Lang smiled softly, "I'm also here on behalf of the company. Mr. Kang has specifically asked me to compensate you with some treatment expenses."

When he heard about the treatment fee, Qiu Guowei's face became more friendly: "Then, what else do you need to ask... Didn't the Public Security Bureau come to ask before?"

"Just add a few details," Yu Lang sat down beside the hospital bed, "I'll just ask a few questions."

Qiu Guowei nodded blankly: "Oh... yes, yes, you can ask,"

"Well," Yu Lang looked around the ward: "Who will take care of you during this time?"

"My sister came from my hometown."

"That's inconvenient," Yu Lang sighed, "Does your sister go to work?"

"I came to work and asked for leave," Qiu Guowei's eyes flashed, "This matter... who would have thought that this would happen... My buddies—hey."

"My condolences," Yu Lang lowered his brows, his expression a bit dignified: "Such a big accident happened, it's really... well, they are all such young lads."

Qiu Guowei sighed.

"Speaking of this," Yu Lang said softly, "Didn't the power go out that day? How did you go to the construction site?"

Just as Qiu Guowei was about to open his mouth to speak, he raised his eyes: "Brother."

A man who looked about 50 years old walked into the room, carrying two kettles in his hand. He put one of them on the bedside of the next hospital bed, walked over and asked, "This is it?"

"Huakang's lawyer," Qiu Guowei said, "come to ask something."

Yu Lang stood up and stretched out his right hand to the man: "How are you, big brother, let's ask a few words, the company needs to make a file—by the way, send some medical expenses to Xiaoqiu."

The man hurriedly shook hands with Yu Lang: "Oh, good - you sit down, you sit down."

After walking out of the hospital, Yu Lang turned his head to look at Jiang Tianxiao: "Qiu Guowei is exactly the same as what was said in the record. It seems that this trip is useless?"

His eyes fell softly on Jiang Tianxiao's face, with obvious cunning.

"That man..." Jiang Tianxiao was very uncomfortable when Yu Lang looked at him: "He didn't put down the thermos from entering the room to shaking hands with you, is he too nervous?"

"Boy," Yu Lang smiled, "Isn't this pretty cool?"

(Cunning Yu Lang begs for starfish)