what's in the depths

The smell of disinfectant was very strong.

Zhu Yuhan hates the smell of disinfectant very much. This smell always reminds people of hospitals and death.

On the day of his father's death, it was raining heavily outside, and the ambulance was busy grabbing a parking space with the patient's family members. He saw his father fall off the stretcher with his eyes wide open and gasping for breath.

There was still arguing over there, and my father was carried onto a stretcher by several shabby male doctors and nurses, one of whom was covered with a white cloth.

It was the same that day, the choking disinfectant, the dazzling whiteness, and the mournful crying.

When his father was carried into the operating room, he sat outside in a daze.

The torrential downpour broke the bird's nest under the eaves.

A few fledgling chicks opened their mouths and screamed in despair, and beside them was a sick and dead mother bird.

Outside the ward opposite, a middle-aged woman who looked extremely sad stood there, thin and bony, with a bent waist and gray temples.

She barely managed a smile and told the patient in the same room that her son was very promising and had won the gold medal in the children's group of the Provincial Chess Competition. She also said that her son will undergo heart bypass surgery tomorrow, and the doctor said the success rate of the operation is very high. High, as high as 97%. After the operation is completed and more rest is done, my son can return to the chess world.

Zhu Yuhan looked at the woman for a while, then turned his head away.

Heart bypass is an operation with a high safety rate, but this so-called percentage is only a relatively systematic figure.

For patients, the success rate of the operation is only 100% or zero.

The doctor said the same to my father before the operation, saying that the success rate of the operation is very high.

But unfortunately, the father ended up being that "Zero".

Later, he also heard that the young genius in the chess world had also turned into "Zero".

Because the knight fell, the opponent hit his queen directly.

The final defeat.

There seems to be a slight noise in the top of the head.

Zhu Yuhan barely opened his sour eyes, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Chu Rong's face was magnified several times and appeared in front of his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Chu Rong asked with a smile, as gentle and warm as before.

Zhu Yuhan licked his chapped lips and barely sat up.

Chu Rong quickly put the pillow on his back, and then brought a cup of hot water.

Everything is done in order.

The brain was dizzy for a while, and the smell of disinfectant made Zhu Yuhan want to vomit.

"Last night, I received a call from someone, saying that you are in the hospital, let me come and see you." Chu Rong took an apple from the bedside, and skillfully took the knife to peel it with his slender fingers.

"Why did I go to the hospital?" Zhu Yuhan rubbed his temples in pain, trying to recall what happened before he went to the hospital.

Chu Rong shrugged, threw a whole piece of apple peel into the trash can, then carefully cut the apple into several pieces, put it on a plate and handed it over.

"I don't know, the doctor just said that you fainted temporarily due to excessive fright."

"Excessively frightened?"

Chu Rong nodded.

"You came last night?" Zhu Yuhan turned around and looked at Chu Rong's dark circles, feeling guilty.

"Since you're awake, I'll go back to the research institute first, with a lot of work on my hands."

Zhu Yuhan nodded, watching Chu Rong get up and wipe his hands with a wet towel, then put on his coat and tidy up his tie.

The moment he was about to leave the house, Zhu Yuhan suddenly realized a very important point while recalling his words:

"You said someone called you and said I was in the hospital. Who called?"

Chu Rong stood at the door, his head almost touching the top of the door frame.

Many times, Zhu Yuhan feels that Chu Rong should not be a forensic doctor, but should stand on the runway, maybe it is already popular now.

"I don't know, there is no number for the note, and the voice is relatively unfamiliar."

"Male and female."

"male."

Zhu Yuhan sighed, stopped bothering Chu Rong, and obediently let him go.

He heard Chu Rong greet the doctor here outside the door. From the conversation between the two, it seemed that they were classmates in graduate school.

"How is your father-in-law's health recently? I'll pay a visit when I have time."

Then came Chu Rong's slightly hollow voice:

"Thank you for your concern. The visit will be avoided. They have passed away for many years."

The doctor was like a duck being choked, and his voice stopped abruptly.

It took a long time before he smiled awkwardly: "We have time to eat together, and I still have work, so I'll get busy first."

Zhu Yuhan was listening intently with his ears upright when he saw a doctor with a face darker than Bao Gong come in from outside the ward, opened the notebook in his hand, and took out a pen from his breast pocket:

"How do you feel now?"

"It's better, just a little dizzy."

The doctor scribbled down two notes in the notebook, and put the pen in his pocket:

"Judging from the X-ray, there is nothing wrong with the inside of the brain, except for a little skin trauma. Go back and eat cephalosporin, and be careful not to touch the water and get infected."

Zhu Yuhan touched a small bag on the back of his head, said "oh" and began to put on his clothes.

"Where do you pay the fee?"

"Doctor Chu has given it to you, you can leave the hospital directly." The doctor seemed too lazy to waste his words with him, and after leaving this sentence, he strode out like burning his butt.

As soon as he got out of the hospital, he habitually took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and fumbled for the lighter in his pocket while looking at the information records on his mobile phone.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the lighter.

Looking up, a woman with ponytails was standing in the corner smoking a cigarette.

The woman's height is a height that is difficult for ordinary men to control.

Zhu Yuhan walked over and patted the woman on the shoulder: "Sister, borrow a fire."

The woman with the ponytail slowly turned her head.

A familiar breath came over him.

A woman with braids in the same front and back was facing him with a cigarette in her hand.

Zhu Yuhan thought for the second time, where did she smoke.

Then, rolling his eyes, the back of his head was facing the ground, and he fell straight down.

"Bless the team, wish the team! Don't be too busy to get dizzy!"

The woman rushed forward to support Zhu Yuhan.

Then, she stretched out her hand, grabbed the long braid on her face, and forcibly tore it off.

Zhu Yuhan looked over with his eyes wide open, shut down for a few seconds, then took out a folding baton from his trouser belt, threw it away, and hit the man with the stick.

"You! You! Are you pretending to be a ghost?"

While hiding from the baton, Tong Si took off the hood on the back of his head, and smiled shamelessly:

"I wish the team, misunderstanding, big misunderstanding."

Zhu Yuhan picked up the two piles of false headgear with a baton, took a look in front of him, and then threw it on the ground in disgust.

"Was it you last night, pretending to be a ghost on Daxue Road?"

Tong Si chuckled cheaply, and stretched out his hand to smooth the hair that was marked by the headgear:

"I pretended to be a ghost for a reason."

Zhu Yuhan rolled his eyes, picked up the two hoods from the ground, and said to Tong Si: "No matter what the reason is, I confiscated your murder tools."

"Don't." Tong Si hurried over and said, "I don't think about it. Recently, the braided female ghost incident on Daxue Road has intensified. I dressed up as a braided male ghost to lure her out."

Zhu Yuhan looked at Tong Si with a chilling expression, as if looking at a scumbag who sold his soul for money:

"I suddenly can't understand, is the female ghost stupid or your brain is flooded."

"It doesn't matter who has a bad mind, I'll go there tonight, you and Xiao Ran will continue to investigate the big star's case, leave me alone." Tong Si said, putting on the hood again.

Touching the little boy who was still in shock, Zhu Yuhan limped back to the police station.

Zhou Xiaoran has recently become obsessed with Qing palace dramas. Apart from frantically binge-watching dramas, he also searched for some pictures from the Qing Dynasty on the Internet.

When she saw the eunuch helping the young Emperor Puyi mount, she finally couldn't help but let out a sigh from the soul:

"Wow! Just like this eunuch, I'm not bragging about you, I'll beat ten of them one by one."

Zhu Yuhan closed her computer angrily: "What do you want to fight? What Gong Dou wants is brains, not brute force. He reads messy things during working hours. No wonder his intelligence has not been able to keep up."

"Damn it, Team Zhu, even if you are frightened and sick, you can't dictate to us. Now is the rest time!"

"I...what is a shou..."

Zhou Xiaoran raised his head and looked over in puzzlement:

"Didn't you say that you were fainted by the braided ghost last night? The police spread the word."

Zhu Yuhan froze for a moment, scratched his head irritably, and muttered that "man with a long tongue" entered the office angrily.

Not long after sitting down, I received an email from Chu Rong.

As soon as the file was opened, the photo of the deceased Xiao Ya came into view impressively, and the corresponding body analysis was done next to it.

First: According to the statement of the assistant of the deceased, the time of death of the deceased was between [-]:[-] p.m.

Second: The deceased died of mechanical suffocation, and there was a strangle mark on the neck from bottom to top. It is preliminarily estimated that the deceased was strangled to death from behind while sitting, because there were friction marks on the right ankle of the deceased , according to the comparison of friction marks, the deceased was strangled to death in front of the dressing table in the lounge.

Third: There was no stomach content in the stomach pouch of the deceased, indicating that she had not eaten within two hours before her death.

Fourth: A coin was hidden at the bottom of the deceased's tongue.

The first few entries are all non-obvious reports, and the last one... is it a coin again?

Cai Zhijie from Qiuyun Mountain, four female corpses from Longfu Garden, and the popular queen Bandy all died in strange ways, and a one-yuan coin with a special meaning was found in their bodies.

Could it be that the deaths of these people actually came from the same murderer, and the murderer killed Cai Zhijie just to imitate, so that the police would not notice him. Before imitating the murderer.

And what is the meaning of a one-yuan coin?

In the afternoon, unexpectedly, no one in the police station could have imagined that this kind of person who had nothing to do with him in this life would come to the police station to discuss with them.