The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

When Qu Linggong heard the man's words, his dark eyes froze, and his heart felt restless.

The blue veins on his arm bulged, and he pushed the man against the wall fiercely. With a cold light in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and threatened: "If Zhang Jun has something to do, I will definitely let you be buried with him!"

The man sneered, and looked at Qu Linggong casually through the lens with his cloudy and yellow eyes, noncommittal.

Qu Linggong let go of the man, picked up the black-covered photo album on the table, bent down again, and solemnly picked up the passport photo of Zhang Junruo, who was upright and handsome, which fell on the floor with a certain sense of ceremony, and cherished it Place it carefully in your coat pocket closest to your heart.

With eagle-like sharp eyes, wrapped in deep-seated resentment and a strong sense of threat, he stared at the man while stepping out of the dark and cramped rental house.

He has never felt that time is so urgent, every passing minute, even every second is extremely heavy.

Qu Linggong came out of the man's residence, which was a dark and damp place like a slippery reptile cave in the ground. It was already pitch black outside the building. In the middle of the summer night, a cool breeze gently blew his black hair.

Qu Linggong took a few deep breaths of the fresh outdoor air, and the cool air rushed into his lungs, and his mind, which was shrouded in anger and disgust, suddenly cleared up a lot.

He stabilized his mind and started to act immediately.First call Yin Zi and a few reliable friends, and arrange capable personnel to be stationed downstairs at Sun Hengcai's house to closely monitor Sun Hengcai's whereabouts and monitor him in all directions.

No matter what happened to him, where he went, what he did, even if it was just a small thing like taking out the garbage, as soon as he left home, he must be notified as soon as possible.

Qu Linggong knew that Sun Hengcai was right. The materials in his hand allowed the police to identify him as a criminal suspect, detain him, and begin formal interrogation immediately.

However, as long as Sun Hengcai's psychological quality and sophistication skills can withstand the long-term interrogation by the police, the police will still release him after the interrogation is over, although it is possible to conduct multiple interrogations in a short period of time to eliminate criminal suspicion People's psychological endurance, but Zhang Junruo, who doesn't know where he is in his family, can't wait for the psychological warfare for so long.

Qu Linggong frowned deeply, and repeatedly weighed how to do this game. After all, in front of Sun Hengcai, a scum with a good face and excellent psychological quality, he cared chaotically and seemed too young.

He understood the method of police interrogation, and planned to hand over Sun Hengcai to professionals for the time being. If it still failed, he would use any means to force this scumbag to speak.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Qu Linggong submitted the evidence obtained at Sun Hengcai's house to the police on duty who were in charge of the matter. After the police saw these two things, they were very shocked. Like Qu Linggong, they believed even more in Sun Hengcai and Zhang Junruo directly related to the disappearance.

Although it was late at night, the fog was gradually rising, and the city of S was completely covered by the dark night, but the police still put the safety of the missing boy as the top priority, and dispatched police forces overnight, and brought Sun Hengcai, who was suspected of a major crime, back to the police station for the second time.

After Qu Linggong left, Sun Heng did not take any action, as if he had expected him to do so.He was still wearing the crisp and suave smoky gray suit, and the folds pulled out by Qu Linggong had been completely smoothed out, making it look perfectly intact.

When he calmly walked past Qu Linggong who was stationed at the police station, he glanced at him indifferently, with a leisurely smile on his lips.

The police handed Sun Hengcai over to professional interrogators, who conducted 24-hour interrogation overnight.

The first interrogation of a criminal suspect after criminal detention can be said to be a psychological warfare.Professional interrogators have received professional training and have rich experience and knowledge of criminal psychology. They are very good at breaking through the suspect's psychological defenses, using methods such as persuasion and pressure to get the suspect to reveal the details of the case and the specific location of the missing person.

Qu Linggong handed over the hope of Nirvana to the police during the most important golden time. In front of this 52-year-old sanctimonious old fox, he was still young and anxious, but this was only the first step, and he had other plans.

If the police's interrogation of Sun Hengcai fails, according to the police case-handling procedure just learned, the suspect will be acquitted first, and a second interrogation will be started in a very short period of time. Attack the psychological defense line.

If the police's highly experienced professional interrogators were unable to learn of Zhang Junruo's whereabouts from Sun Hengcai's mouth, Qu Linggong planned to take this scumbag away within a short period of time after the first release.

He will never let go of any chance to rescue his baby, even if the hope is slim, he will even give up his life and acting career, and use the cruelest lynching on Sun Hengcai. Zhang Junruo's whereabouts.As long as he can save his baby, he can become anything.

During the time when the police interrogated Sun Hengcai, the time passed by every minute and every second. Qu Linggong was like an ant on a hot pot. Zhang Junruo's disappearance related clues.

It was still daylight, and Qu Linggong, who hadn't slept all night, felt even more awake. The sense of uneasiness was too strong. Every minute and every second seemed like a year in a sea of ​​flames. Seeing the night pass by in a hurry, His thoughts began to get out of his control, imagining some tragic scenes like a wild one.

Time is like a big net, tightening him inch by inch, unable to bear the feeling of suffocation, Qu Linggong wandered aimlessly to Xingyi Middle School like a wandering soul.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the campus was still quiet. The golden red sun had just risen. It was Meng Xia's early morning, and the air was still cool and refreshing.

There was no news from the police, Qu Linggong was thinking about Zhang Junruo in his head, every scene in the quiet campus seemed to have the thin and tall back of that handsome and innocent boy.

He felt a little dazed, and always felt that the boy would appear in these common school scenes in a second.Maybe you will sweat profusely on the basketball court, maybe you will read quietly in a corner of the classroom by the window, maybe stand silently by the neem tree and look up at the sky, or pass yourself by with a smile on your face.

But the other self was extremely sober and calm, clearly aware that with every minute and every second that passed, the boy would only get further and further away from him.

Qu Linggong wandered around alone like a wandering soul in the quiet and deserted campus. The fear that slowly rose in his heart, as time approached, invaded him inch by inch. He felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he was about to be killed The feeling is dead.

Gripped by the unbearable fear of seeing the love of his life die inch by inch in front of him again, the bright light in Qu Linggong's eyes began to slacken, he didn't know where he had gone, and suddenly collapsed and knelt down. On the ground, hug your head deeply with your arms.

That kind of pain, the huge fear, heartache and disillusionment were too piercing. He began to sink into deep self-blame and resented himself. His baby didn't know what pain he was suffering, and he wasn't even sure whether he was still here or not. The world is gone, and there's nothing he can do about it.

Hearing the man's tone, Sun Hengcai obviously knew him, but he knew nothing about the past, and couldn't remember where he had intersected with this scum.

He should have lived with his mother when he was a child. If Zhang Jun became an orphan, it should be after he lost his memory. Where did he meet this scum named Sun Hengcai?

Qu Linggong blamed himself deeply. If he hadn't lost his memory, he should have realized the threat of this man early in the morning, and started to plan ahead early in the morning to eradicate this danger.Find a way to take good care of his baby so that he won't suffer such a turbulent adversity.

Qu Linggong buried his head in his arms, repeatedly tormented by guilt and the eroding despair in his heart.

A gust of summer breeze blows, bringing with it a cool and fresh fragrance of flowers and plants. The leaves of the trees rustle above the head, and the fragrance penetrates into the nose, inexplicably arousing some kind of secret and deep nostalgia hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Some blurred images flashed across his mind unexpectedly, Qu Linggong tightly closed his eyes, trying hard to capture the flash of inspiration in his mind.

The background is a piece of greenery, with lavender flowers blooming on the branches. From a distance, it looks like a light lavender cloud. Someone pulls me through the path between flowers and trees. It's all about some kind of familiar floral fragrance that is nostalgic.

In the deep and hazy river of consciousness, he turned his head to the side and saw a thin figure running past him and running to the front.The man stood in the middle of the road, the golden sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves, and sprinkled obliquely behind him, the outline of the man became blurred in the light spots, a pair of eyes as calm as a lake, silently watching him .

Qu Linggong frowned, his fingers sank deep into his thick black hair, thinking desperately.

where is that?

Jojo, you want to tell me, are you there?

Qu Linggong desperately tried to catch the flashing clue in the blurry flashes in his mind, but the picture flashed in a flash, and it was already out of reach.

The young man slowly opened his deep and painful eyes, with despair and desolation in his heart. He raised his head, saw the scene in front of him clearly, and found that he was kneeling beside the neem tree in the backyard of the teaching building. There were lilac flowers on the tree, With the cool morning breeze, slowly swaying in the wind, it is sending him a faint fragrance.

The clear fragrance seems to be imprinted with some kind of memory, and it melts into the nose one by one, arousing the inexplicable throbbing in the heart, like a good friend from the past, reunited after a long absence, and can't wait to talk to him about homely chatter, urging the young man Think of the dusty and charming time.

Qu Linggong frowned, he knew there was something deep in his heart that was being drawn by this familiar fragrance, but he couldn't remember it, he never paid attention to the trees and flowers around him, and had no impression of them.

Qu Linggong subconsciously shifted his gaze to the bottom of the tree, and saw the gnarled roots of the neem tree, some of which pierced the soil and exposed.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a beautiful and sad image suddenly flashed back. In the previous life, he saw Zhang Junruo standing under this tree here, burying something devoutly.

The boy stood still in the wind, his open light blue skirt swaying gently in the wind, he lowered his beautiful eyes, a drop of crystal clear tears quickly ran across his face, and was drowned in the wind.

That picture came into my heart so vividly, Qu Linggong seriously recalled that this incident happened in the first semester of the second year of high school, Zhang Junruo had just transferred to another school, and after the midterm exam, he kicked Zhang Junruo, and then there was a "cyber violence incident" ", at that time he had already fallen in love with Zhang Junruo, and had been secretly watching him.

If past life and present life are a coherent thread, then what Zhang Junruo buried under the neem tree is still quietly buried under the soil.

It seems that somewhere, there is something leading him to explore, Qu Linggong has a strong intuition, as long as he can find the things that the boy buried here with his own hands, he will be able to find clues to the boy's disappearance, and he can talk to the one he loves so much. The teenagers meet again.

Qu Linggong knelt devoutly at the place where Zhang Junruo stopped in his memory, and used his knuckle fingers to dig out a piece of soil near the root of the tree. After digging for a while, his fingertips touched something hard.

That thing was not the chocolate candy he had guessed, Qu Linggong had an intuition that he was about to face some distant and dusty past.

With both hands, he took out the thing reverently from the soil, and gently brushed off the dust on it, revealing the smooth and shiny material and the perfect and delicate shape.

After several years of grinding and washing, the thing is still intact and bright as new, which shows the boy's cherishment of it and the pain and despair when he buried it with his own hands.

Quietly lying in Qu Linggong's hands is a bright blue and silver-white gunpla with beautiful and mighty silver wings behind it, the whole body is wrapped in perfect armor, and there are detachable weapons on its arms. .Over the years, it still looks majestic and extraordinary.

Qu Ling looked at the small model, his dark pupils trembled slightly, and a memory suddenly floated back to his mind from the sky.

He was running alone on a path full of neem trees, the night was low, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of neem trees. He felt a little anxious in his heart, and always felt that someone was following him behind him.

Then, memory loss, the next scene, in a dark room full of old desks and chairs, he squatted in front of a thin boy, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tear stains on the boy's face, and stroked the boy's soft hair, Said: "Xiao Xun, don't cry, I will protect you from now on..."

After speaking, he put his most treasured treasure, his Gundam Patronus, in the boy's arms solemnly, and said seriously: "I will give this to you in the future. With him, you will not be afraid. I am not here When the time comes, it will protect you for me..."

The young man knelt under the neem tree, tightly embraced the small Gunpla with his arms, and lowered his head deeply, his slightly long hair blocked his beautiful and evil eyes.

His perfectly shaped diamond-shaped lips moved slightly, making a slight airy sound that could only be heard when he approached. He called "Xiao Xun" in a low voice over and over again in his mouth.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the first group of students who are accustomed to getting up early welcomed the quiet campus. When they were wearing school uniforms and passing through the teaching building, they accidentally saw a tall boy with a handsome profile sitting on his knees in the backyard. Under the neem tree, he held something precious in his arms.

The young man hung his head and remained motionless. His slightly long black bangs blocked his handsome face. People only saw a few crystal clear teardrops on his slightly thin chin, flashing in the faint morning light. With a little shimmer.

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