On One Hundred Ways of Breaking the Bends

Wang Dui shook his head after hearing this, "No! If I pass out, try opening my mouth and stuffing a tablet under my tongue. It's very difficult, almost impossible."

"Is it possible that Wang Bhutan was in a semi-comatose state at the time, and he trusted this person or chose to trust this person. He took out the medicine from his jacket pocket and gave it to the murderer, who helped him put the medicine and put the bottle back. "

Qiu Feng always hit the nail on the head like this.

"If this person had given the medicine by mistake, he would call the police or ask for help. But he didn't. It seems that this person subconsciously wants Wang Bhutan to die." Wang Dui continued along his train of thought.

"We don't know exactly what happened, so let's find them both now. Tell them the news and see the reaction."

"Okay, that's the only way to do it."

After Qiu Feng returned to the room, he closed the door gently with his hands back, and when he looked up, he saw Lan Yu sleeping on the table.The thin back made Qiu Feng couldn't help but want to hug her, but he couldn't.Lan Yu didn't sleep well at first, but when she heard the sound of the door opening, she slowly sat up.Turning around and seeing Qiu Feng, he showed him a gentle smile.Like Angel, her smile has an indescribable charm.Qiu Feng couldn't help but replied to her, his heart melted, and his face was no longer tense.But fortunately, he still remembered the purpose of his coming.

He walked over and sat down, with a solemn expression retreating from Lan Yu's smile.She gradually relaxed her expression, but tears welled up and looked at him straight in her eyes.Qiu Feng was frightened by her look, and felt guilty, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, coughed dryly for a long time and said: "Sister Lan, I'm sorry for that..."

"Okay, I understand, shh! Don't talk, let me be quiet..."

Tears meandered down her tired cheeks, words were not needed at the moment.

Qiu Feng took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, then sat down again, watching Lan Yu and crying for a long time.Gradually she stopped crying and wiped away her tears with a tissue.Looking up at Qiu Feng's eyes made Qiu Feng afraid to look directly.Maybe it's because I've been in this circle for a long time, right and wrong, sad and sad, I don't see it so clearly. At the same time, Qiu Feng is also grateful that he still maintains the original mood when facing emotions, whether it is moved or aggressive, but fortunately, he is still alive. There is no numbness, even if it is buried deep in the heart and does not often show others.

Seeing that she stopped crying, Qiu Feng asked her again what happened just now, "Where did you go after you came out of the room?"

"I came out of the study, went upstairs to the balcony, cried for a while, and then went downstairs. I helped him a lot in the past few months, and thought of him everywhere, but he only felt that everything was the same as it was three years ago. But friends are no longer friends , Family members are not family members, he knows it all, but he just doesn't want to admit it."

"It's true that the gap is huge, and it's understandable that he couldn't accept it for a while. Can I ask more, what is your relationship with Wang Bhutan?"

Lan Yu smiled, as if the sunshine in the morning of spring was dazzling but did not hurt the eyes, she replied softly: "Although it is not important anymore, but since you asked, there is nothing to say... um... the above is not enough, Can this be explained?"

Lan Yu looked into Qiu Feng's eyes, tears seemed to fall anytime.

Qiu Feng nodded seriously, "Okay, I understand."

After Wang Dui returned to the room, Zhang Dayou was lying on the sofa to rest. Seeing Wang Dui coming in, he quickly straightened his upper body and looked out to make sure there were no reporters following him. He fell back again.Wang Dui frowned, went to the table, picked up the notebook on the table and slammed it on the table, Zhang Da right sat up, sat upright, rubbing his hands back and forth on his thighs Looking at Wang Dui's expression, he asked softly and timidly: "Same, comrade, what's going on outside?"

Wang Dui snorted and pulled his chair back to sit down, and snorted coldly: "Wang Bhutan, let's go!"

"Ah? What?! How come?!"

Zhang Dayou panicked all of a sudden, he fidgeted and pointed to himself and then to the room next to him, hesitant to speak but could not say anything.

Wang Dui stared at him, tapped the table with a water-based pen, and said: "You were the last one to come out, and you said that he was already ill when you came out, and you were the first to find him after he fell to the ground. How about it, do you have anything to say?!"

Zhang Dayou licked his lips and murmured for a long time, "I, let me think about it. No, I knew he was sick at the time, but I didn't expect it to be so serious, and he would bring medicine with him. Later, I went back because I was worried Go back, but I really didn't expect it to be so serious. Comrade, I really made a mistake, you have to believe me!"

"Then did you see that he took medicine when you went out for the first time?"

"It doesn't seem like he did. He kept calling Bai Kou on his stomach, and that's why I couldn't get angry enough to go out."

Team Wang was puzzled, could it be that Wang Bhutan really committed suicide? !

Time flies, and when Dui Wang came out of the house again, it was already daylight, and the people downstairs had basically gone back, leaving only a few helpers.Qiu Feng leaned against the railing of the door with his arms folded and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The sunlight in the morning light shone gently on his side face, perhaps after a night of hard work.Qiu Feng looked a little tired, his edges and corners were no longer so sharp, and he was much more easy-going.Only now did he vaguely show the outline of a boy in his early twenties.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Qiu Feng opened his eyes, and the sharp indifference of the past was like sunlight floating in the air, and instantly returned to his eyes. Seeing Wang Dui's expression, he knew there was no result.He straightened up and stretched, patted the railing next to him, Wang Dui glanced at him and walked over.

Qiu Feng changed his posture and continued to lean on the railing and asked, "How is it? Did he say it?"

Dui Wang rubbed his dry eyeballs and sighed, "Hey, he said that Wang Bhutan had already shown signs of illness when he came out for the first time, but at that time, Wang Bhutan called Bai Kou's name. He I didn't care about him because I was small-minded. I went out to the bedroom and looked through Bai Kou's things for a long time. I was afraid that something might happen to Wang Bhutan, so I went back, and then you went up. If what he said was true, didn't Wang Bhutan commit suicide? ! This is too aggrieved! But it makes sense."

Qiu Feng stared at the floor and nodded.

"It is true that he was a high-spirited painter before he went to prison. His wife and friends were still there. His wife lost her reputation overnight and became a prisoner. His only hope for the past three years was to avenge his wife. Now the revenge is I reported it, but my father went in, and finally got free, and my friends are gone. If it was me, I might not be as strong as him."

Wang Dui smiled and sighed, "You said that his painting is left as a posthumous work."

Qiu Feng looked at Lan Yu's room and said silently:

"Forget it, but what's the point of painting without people, but fortunately, there are still people who will remember him, and it's a thought to keep the painting."

Wang Dui followed his gaze. The door of the room was shrouded in light in the spring. He nodded with a smile. It's been a tiring night."

Qiu Feng stared at the door silently without saying a word. After a while, seeing that he didn't respond, Dui Wang turned around and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"