The Taming of the Ruffian Hero

The night was getting darker and darker, gusts of wind were blowing against the car windows, the car windows were rustling, the thunder was brewing and the restlessness before the rainstorm, two police cars galloped to the hospital in the dark night.

As soon as he arrived downstairs, the mobile phone rang in a hurry, and Zhao Yuan trembled all over his body. Looking at the name on the phone, it was Zheng Ziheng, and a sudden sense of foreboding surged in his heart. He stared at the screen, not daring to Take this call.

Lin Wenxi took the phone, listened, and looked at Zhao Yuan blankly, tears streaming down his face.Seeing this, Hongxuan took a few policemen to find the security of the hospital, and immediately went to seal off the scene.

Zhao Yuan took the phone numbly, and Zheng Ziheng called in a desperate voice: "He's gone, General Ming, gone..."

What was waiting for Zhao Yuan was a death notice and the cold body. When Zhao Yuan left a few hours ago, he was still holding the hand of the body. It was still warm there.

"He's gone, okay?" Zhao Yuan stared at one of the nurses with no tears in his eyes.

"Walk very quietly, without pain." The nurse looked at the child with pity. For so long, Hao Erlang had been with his father all the time.

"Sometimes, we hope you can sleep well." The nurse added, and left with tears in her eyes.

Lin Wenxi stood beside Zhao Yuan with a dull expression. When Zhao Mingjiang woke up, he held his hand with all his strength. He knew that Father Zhao still had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it. The warmth in his hands has not yet dissipated.

Zheng Ziheng had already passed out, and several doctors were carrying out emergency rescue not far away. A cart hurried over and transported Zheng Ziheng to the operating room. Everything seemed very chaotic.

The police quickly intervened, isolated the crowd, and were busy collecting fingerprints and shoe prints, while the forensic doctor was constantly analyzing and taking notes.

"The cause of death is unknown, but it should be related to the tube that was pulled out."

"What is this? There are white spots on the piece of rubber at the mouth of the nozzle, as if some hard object hit it..."

"There are only the footprints of the caretaker at the scene, there is no sign of forced entry on the door, and the deceased did not struggle during his lifetime."

"The line is down, why is there no buzzer alarm?"

"Go adjust the surveillance video." A group of people were busy inside, Lin Wenxi and Zhao Yuan sat side by side, and after a while, Hong Xuan came over and patted Zhao Yuan's shoulder lightly: "My condolences."

"Did anyone find out..." Lin Wenxi asked.

"There is no trace at all." Hong Xuan sighed, shook his head and dialed a number.

It wasn't until Zheng Ziheng stumbled out of the ward that Zhao Yuan got up and helped him to sit down, and they were taken together by the police for questioning and recording.

Zheng Ziheng knew that he was in a very good state of mind that night. He never thought that he would suddenly lose consciousness and lose consciousness. When he woke up again, he found that the lifeline connected to General Zhao Ming had been pulled out. hands, and Zhao Mingjiang's face was full of serenity, as if he had fallen asleep.During Zheng Ziheng's terrified call, all the nurses and doctors rushed over and pushed General Zhao Ming away for rescue. At around [-]:[-] in the morning, he was declared dead.

"When I was a little unconscious, it seemed...as if I saw a pair of hands coming in from the door..."

"What did you do before you fainted?"

"Drink a glass of water."

"Where does the water come from?"

……

As the investigation of the case continued, Zheng Ziheng could no longer cooperate. He seemed to have lost his soul, and became a little demented. Facing the police's subsequent inquiries, he also answered irrelevant questions.

Zhao Yuan helped Zheng Ziheng to rest on the bed, and together with Liu Lanhua, who was also notified, began to deal with his father's funeral.His hometown has to deal with matters such as registration cancellation, and the corresponding relatives need to issue notices. In the end, the body will be returned to his hometown for burial. He needs to deal with all this, so Zhao Yuan asked him to go home first.All the rest, can only depend on oneself.

With a broken spirit, Zhao Yuanqiang signed the opinions on the disposal of the remains, and accepted multiple investigations and inquiries from the police. Finally, he solemnly signed the notice of agreeing to the forensic autopsy.

"Everything is fine, Brother Yuan, don't drive me away, I just want to be with you." Lin Wenxi leaned on Zhao Yuan's shoulder.

silent.

Zhao Yuan walked towards the morgue, but he hadn't said goodbye to his father properly.

Zheng Ziheng sat silently at the door of the mortuary, looking haggard, with a stubble of beard growing out, he saw Lin Wenxi, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

The door of the morgue opened, Zheng Ziheng quickly turned and ran in, and sat under one of the freezers.

"I said this man is real, not because he is pitiful, I asked the security guard to drive him away! When he came in, he ran under the cabinet and guarded him, and asked me to open the cabinet. What do you think is going on with this man? Is he crazy? It's not that there's an urgent need for cremation, and it's not that the police want an autopsy..." The guard uncle seemed to be frightened, and kept nagging.

Zhao Yuan smiled apologetically, took Lin Wenxi's hand, and walked into the cold mortuary.

Zhao Yuan silently looked at his father who was sleeping peacefully. In this life, this man who is connected with his blood has never slept so peacefully.Zhao Yuan remembered that his father was busy all the time, for himself and for this incomplete home, he only slept for four or five hours all night long, under desk lamps and street lamps all night long, and the insufficient sleep time Here, he often called his wife's name from time to time: "Snow Flower..."

Zhao Yuan remembers once persuading his father to take care of his health, but his father said: "Why sleep for a long time when you are alive, you must sleep forever after death."

Now, this quiet and peaceful father is finally gone, with endless grievances and resentment. Before he was alive, he must still be thinking about his mother whose life and death are unknown. What he told about Wenxi, he—how could he be able to sleep forever!

Unfilial son!Why is there no escort here, not moving an inch, why is it necessary to ask for help, to kneel down to others!Zhao Yuan knelt down, feeling that the blood in his body had been frozen, and he could no longer feel any joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

Zhao Yuan remembered that in a movie, what a famous girl said, he also asked himself: "Is life always hard, or is it just like childhood?"

Yes, always.

Join Mo Shi, rich and powerful, live in the shadow of the city from now on, curse this disgustingly prosperous world!A voice said to Zhao Yuan.

The world is so cruel, why bother to be passionate?

The shadow beside him knelt down together, clutching the freezer tightly with his hands, tears fell on the ground in big drops, his pain was no less than mine.I can feel that his heart is burning.

Perhaps, he is the last tenderness in my life.