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Advanced gastric cancer.

Ying Shen was completely stunned upon hearing this, and asked in disbelief, "What?"

The doctor is used to seeing all kinds of scenes of life and death, so he immediately understands, "Do you know each other?"

"...It is."

Doctor: "Then you should take care of the two roles of policeman and friend. It's okay to ask questions, but don't let the patient's emotions fluctuate too much. There is not much time left."

After a pause, Ying Shen wanted to say something, but felt his throat was blocked by something, so he could only nod his head.

The doctor didn't leave, but went back to the ward. When he told He Xijun the result of the examination, he was very calm, without any expression of surprise, as if he knew it a long time ago.Too,

It's already late, no matter how you ignore your physical condition, you will notice it and go to the hospital for a detailed examination.

Even Liao Jianing's cousin's reaction was more like a terminal cancer patient who just heard a bad news, shocked, sad, unbelievable, dumb as hell, unable to pronounce a single word.

"You should also know that there is not much time left. Do you need us to notify your family?"

He Xijun shook his head, "No, they all know."

He is more concerned about - "When can I be discharged from the hospital? I give up treatment."

The doctor frowned, stared at his expression for a long time, and then whispered: "It will be fine the day after tomorrow."

After the doctor left, the crew-haired man who had been staring at him suddenly said, "I won't pity you because of this. Even if you are going to die, the crime you committed will not disappear."

He Xijun lowered his eyes and looked ahead vaguely.He was wearing a loose hospital gown, with many scars on his body, his face was weak and sickly pale, the back of his hand was pierced with needles, and the blue blood vessels were very obvious.

"I cannot deny that my father was a murderer, but I am not."

A very soft voice, slowly, floating in the air, without any weight, but inexplicably feeling that it is pressing on the heart, as heavy as a thousand catties.

"I didn't kill your sister."

He raised his head and stared straight into the eyes of his former friend, his eyes were calm, without any concealment.

The straightforward and strong gaze actually made the other party a little unbearable, and he unconsciously moved his eyes away.He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.Stop quibbling?Still, I believe you?

In the end, he couldn't say a word, so he stretched out his hand and slammed the curtain, separating the two hospital beds, like the border between Chu River and Han, which couldn't be more clear.

Almost instantly, the light in He Xijun's eyes dimmed, and it was pitch black.

Then, he looked up at Ying Shen as if nothing had happened, raised his lips and smiled brightly like stars, "Dr. Ying, I made you laugh. Are you also in charge of this case?"

You should nod deeply, and then be silent.

Inside the heavy curtain, no one made a sound. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital, the cries of children getting injections not far away, the conversation between doctors and patients, all kinds of voices intertwined and formed a chaotic ensemble, which made people breathless Come.

He Xijun smiled: "Didn't you come to ask me something? If you don't make a sound, how do I know what you are talking about, and I don't know how to read minds."

After an unnatural smile, Ying Shen finally spoke, but what he asked was not related to the case.

"You didn't tell your family, they don't know about your illness."

He Xijun's smile froze, and after a long while, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "There is nothing to say. Maybe this is my retribution." There is a murderer father, and it was his original sin.He should live a life that would be worse than death in order to atone for his sin.

Moreover, what other family members can he inform?Father was shot.Since the mother knew that her husband was a murderer five years ago, she often felt nauseous and nauseated, and her mood was extremely unstable. Consciously disgusted and disgusted, it is difficult to accept.

Ying Shen said softly, "Where's Xu Ling?"

Xu Ling was his girlfriend in college, and the two had a very good relationship.

He Xijun squeezed the infusion tube, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "She is already with another man, and she will get married soon. She has a happy life of her own, so why bother her."

Ying Shen: "There must be someone to accompany you."

He Xijun smiled lightly, "I'm not alone, don't I still have you?"

Ying was taken aback, then nodded flatly, "Well, there's me."

Then, he clenched his hand.

He Xijun deliberately made the atmosphere of the topic less heavy, and said lightly: "There is another Hollywood blockbuster recently, and I really want to see it. When you are free, do you want to go together?"

Ying Shen: "Okay." Wang

"Actually, to be honest, what's the point of living so long? I'm old and wrinkled, ugly, and in poor health. I want to go out for a trip. If I move too much, I twist my waist, break a bone or something. .It's too unrestrained to live, I'd rather die." He Xijun shrugged his shoulders, his expression indifferent.

"Well, so you should do everything you want to do while you are young, and don't leave any regrets." Ying Shen nodded again.

He Xijun was helpless, "If you want me to say whatever you want, won't I be sick? As for accommodating me like that. But of course, I don't lose if you are willing to accommodate me, haha."

He laughed, but the corners of the mouths of the people standing by the bed did not bend, and his dry laugh echoed in the air, which was very embarrassing.

"Ahem, what do you have to ask?" He Xijun put on a serious look.

Ying Shen didn't beat around the bush, and said bluntly: "You said that you went to a nearby Internet cafe to play games when the victim died. There was no surveillance, so there was no way to testify. But the clerk at the milk tea shop opposite the scene said that he saw you. , do you have any explanation?"

He Xijun didn't even want to deny it: "He must have misread it, who made me look like a public face."

Ying Shen looked at him silently, with a clear expression of disbelief.

"The clerk saw that you were sitting facing the front desk. You couldn't see the victim very well from that angle, but the seat opposite you was an excellent viewing seat. We analyzed that the suspect paid great attention to enjoying the process of committing a crime, and he would never miss this opportunity." One scene. I know you know the prisoner, and you want to hide it for him, but now all the evidence points to you, it was arranged by him, and he wants you to take the blame."

He Xijun opened his mouth and said dryly, "I just went to the Internet cafe..."

Shen Wenqin said suddenly: "Liao Jianing is dead."

He Xijun was stunned, with a dazed expression, and his out-of-focus eyes were somewhat hollow.

Ying Shen: "From the very beginning, he wanted to put the blame on you. He even knew that you were going to die. He didn't care about anything. He wouldn't try his best to prove his innocence. Everything was convenient for him. Do you know? Every victim When the victims were placed in public by the murderer, they were alive, but they were comatose and unable to move due to drugs, and the murderer just wanted to watch them die and enjoy the process."

"Did Liao Jianing die because of me?" He Xijun asked.king

Ying Shen said calmly, "The murderer killed her, and it has nothing to do with you."

He Xijun smiled wryly: "What you said just now doesn't sound like it has nothing to do with me...Are you sure that the person I met is a suspect?"

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"According to the profile, that person is very suspicious."

He Xijun stroked the infusion tube and said in a low voice, "Zou Yuanyang, my psychiatrist."

He lowered his head and didn't see Ying Shen's widening eyes. Shocked, he took a breath almost subconsciously.Another familiar person, this feeling is very uncomfortable.

Although Shen Wenqin had never met this doctor, he had heard his name and knew that he was a psychiatrist hired by the provincial department. Many police officers had consulted with him.He subconsciously looked at Ying Shen with worried eyes.

He took Ying Shen's arm and led him to the corridor of the hospital.They stood against the wall, where there were fewer people and it was quiet.

Shen Wenqin called Zhao Zhuorui and the others to check Zou Yuanyang's information, especially not to let go of some shady ones, such as properties that were not in the records.Although they were a little surprised when they heard this, they still didn't ask any more questions and immediately checked.

Ying should lean his back against the wall, his back arched tiredly, bent into a curve, and the broken hair on his forehead hangs down, covering some of his eyebrows and eyes, making him look listless and lifeless.

Shen Wenqin looked at it for a while, then threw the phone into his pocket, walked up to him, and stood against the wall like him.Instead of straightening your body and supporting yourself with your center of gravity, you put all your weight on the wall.

"In a bad mood?" he asked softly.

Ying shook his head deeply, "It's okay."

It's just that I just learned that a friend died not long ago, and my psychiatrist is still a serial murder suspect.

"At least He Xijun is not a murderer. He is not like his father, which is a good thing. Let's put it bluntly." Shen Wenqin said slowly.

He would rather die than be a murderer.But why can't it be a normal person in good health?

Shen Wenqin put his hands down, trying to support the wall, but accidentally touched a piece of ice cold.He looked down and found that it was the back of Ying Shen's hand.

He looked down for a while and said, "Want a hot drink? I invite you."

Then, without waiting for Ying Shen to nod, he walked towards the nearby vending machine.Looking around through the glass, he said, "No vanilla milkshake." Of course there wasn't any.

"Would you like strawberry milk?" he asked.

Ying Shen was helpless, really afraid that he would buy it if he said it later, so he immediately said, "No."

"It's strange, it's all sweet." Shen Wenqin said, and then pointed his finger, "Then the original soy milk."

He strode over and stuffed the warm milk into Ying Shen's hand, with an unrestrained smile on the corner of his mouth, "Drink the milk."

So, the two tall men were leaning against the wall, drinking milk and discussing the case.That picture, no matter how you look at it, is a bit weird.

"We don't have direct substantive evidence, so we can't apply for a search warrant."

"Besides, he is still a half-eating public servant."

But if you don't investigate it, you won't be reconciled.If the criminal is not caught for a day, he will continue to commit crimes, harming more innocent people, and breaking their lives.Without a search warrant, even if he broke into a private house, the evidence obtained is also open to question.

With a series of grunting sounds, the center of the milk carton quickly sank.Shen Wenqin flattened it coolly, threw it with his hand, and threw it into the trash can with precision.

"If you don't get discovered, it doesn't count."

Shen Wenqin turned his head, looked at him with a smile, and solemnly suggested sneaking into Zou Yuanyang's house to look for evidence.

"...!"

Ying Shen's eyes widened, almost spitting up milk in fright.