The invulnerability of fast wear

The body theft case made headlines the next day. Among the five people involved, one was shot dead and the other two were arrested. The driver and his respondent were at large. The special case team acted quickly, and the mortuary administrator who bravely rescued his colleagues that night He became the biggest target of the media digging and breaking news, and also became the first eyewitness in this incident.

When Wu Xie woke up, he thought he had suddenly changed to another world.

The clean and tidy single ward is equipped with fruit flower baskets tied with various ribbons. After eliminating the strong smell of potions in the room, it is full of floral and fruity aromas. It is a bit strange, but not annoying.

His head seemed to be fixed by something. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, he caught a glimpse of the infusion tube on his wrist.

The transparent liquid fell into the buffer drop by drop, and the afternoon light shone in, forming a slender elliptical aperture, which stretched from the bed to the floor, shining white.

It's very quiet here, it should be at the end of the corridor.

There are still humming noises echoing in my ears, and it is not so easy to concentrate... With such symptoms, the concussion is gone.

But yes, after all, someone hit the back of the head with a stick - fortunately, I didn't forget anything important, last night... Wait, what day is it now?

The sound of utensils colliding came from outside the door, and the nurse who came in showed a surprised expression:

"Finally woke up..."

Seemingly aware that the patient might not be able to answer, she quickly walked to the bedside with the dressing change tray, leaned over and asked:

"Is there any discomfort? Are you dizzy or want to vomit?"

Wu Xie wanted to shake his head, but his head was probably fixed by plaster, so he could only stretch out his arm that was not hanging on the water, and waved his hand slightly.

The nurse smiled and rang the bell to call the doctor.

The moment they looked at each other, the man saw a large area of ​​burns on his face that was not covered by her pupils.

...Almost forgot about this.

Moving his dry throat, the man made a strange request in a hoarse voice:

"Can I get...a mask?"

"Ah?" The nurse was a little puzzled, and then smiled, "It's okay, your face is just burnt, and you won't scare us."

"No."

The man raised his brows tightly, and seemed to be very puzzled about why he made this request. However, he did not change his mind:

"I'm not afraid to scare you...Forget it, just give me a mask...I don't feel comfortable without that."

Although I don't quite understand what the patient is thinking, but this request is not too much. The nurse agreed, and the man asked again:

"Have the police been here?"

"I came here when the case happened, and I should come later." The nurse said, "After all, I have to come to you to take notes—but you are really good, you rushed in and rescued the colleagues in the maintenance department by yourself. , I was at the scene at the time, and my legs still feel weak when I think about it now...Ordinary people really don’t have the courage like you.”

The man seemed to be taken aback when he heard the words, and he pursed his lips and smiled in embarrassment, the lower half of his scalded skin was pulled by this smile, and some shriveled fine lines appeared.

If it wasn't for the large burn area and the eye-catching healed part, this person's true face... would be a handsome guy with good looks.

The dressing nurse thought so.

Wu Xie didn't care what other people thought. Knowing that the police would come again, he felt a little relieved.

...Fortunately, I did not miss the plot of the rock lawsuit.

Ok?

Petition?

Speaking of the hero's name...why does it sound so familiar, he seems to have heard it somewhere.

Could it be that he had read the script too many times, so he knew the name by heart?However, speaking of this... he finally remembered why he insisted on wearing a mask.

I don't know why, when he thought of meeting Yan Xun in his current form, he felt an inexplicable sense of tension in his heart. This feeling was so strong that he subconsciously felt that he needed a mask to cover him.

Somewhat strange.

Obviously, when he was pushed out to be a hostage before, he didn't have this kind of thought.

Wait, what does the rock look like? !

Wu Xie clearly remembered that he had met the male lead himself, when the other party shouted at the three corpse thieves with a megaphone - but now the memory of the male lead's appearance in his mind was a complete mess!

...Hey, he must have forgotten something important.

The man collapsed on the hospital bed with no desire to survive, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

The nurse changing the dressing:? ? ?

The patient suddenly became depressed. Is it because she changed the medicine too hard?

……

When Yan Xun and his group came, the dean was accompanying the leader in the ward to visit the legendary administrator who bravely rescued the hostages——Wu Xie.

Wearing a mask, the man sat on the bed holding flowers silently, and declined the photo request from the surrounding media.

Although he was just an ordinary mortuary administrator, he spoke with a majesty that could not be rejected. No one forced him for a while, so the camera and microphone all greeted the leader's face. After the mighty crowd left , the man slowly leaned over to put the flowers on the bedside table, and sighed leisurely.

Needle drop could be heard in the room, which was completely different from the bustle a few minutes ago.

Wu Xie is very used to this kind of situation. It was the same when he was doing medical research in the last world. If there are results, the upper management of the base will definitely pull him to do a sharing session. After the sharing session, he must take a few intimate group photos to show Support - the upper class also needs heat, the more positive and impactful the heat, the better.

Whether it is saving lives or achieving important results in medical research, for those people, it is essentially the same.

And he has long been tired of being a supporting vase.

The wind blows open the thin curtains, and in the empty world behind the crowds, two police officers in uniform walk in.

Walking in front was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, followed by a tall and thin young man with narrow eyes.

After entering, the young man took the lead to glance at the half-open window, but he didn't know what he found, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

The ends of his eyes were slightly raised, his brows glanced, and he had a sense of alienation, the corners of his lips were slightly tensed, and he looked like a person who didn't like to talk much.

The moment Wu Xie saw the young policeman, his heart was suddenly tightened by something, and he was a little out of breath. The voice was extremely abnormal, and the two people who just came in frightened him and patted him on the back.

Wu Xie coughed violently for a long while. When the air circulated again, he lowered his head and waved his hands. The mask was already soaked. He tightly gripped the mask on his face. He looked at the two people who came in with some vigilance, and asked hoarsely:

"who are you?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce." The middle-aged man took out his police officer's ID and gave him a glance, "I'm Liao Ke, the criminal policeman of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and I'm the team leader of this corpse theft case. This is my colleague Yan Li ——You slammed him on the car door that day, and he was covered in blood, so you shouldn't face him now."

The young policeman withdrew his gaze and exchanged glances with the person sitting on the hospital bed.

"Cough, I don't have a face."

Coughing in embarrassment, the man obviously still had an impression of this, and the two nodded to each other as a greeting.

"We don't have any special purpose here today. We just want to chat with you about the situation that night. The more detailed the chat, the better... Don't be nervous, just say what you have, okay?" Liao Ke said with a gentle expression.

The man who was still holding the mask tightly didn't talk much. He sat upright and leaned forward slightly, as if he was ready to answer questions at any time.

Liao Ke then dragged the chair and sat down. As the recorder, Yan Xun took out his notepad, looked around and found that there was no place to sit, so he sat down along the edge of the bed. Caught the man's crossed legs under the quilt.

Wu Xie tensed his leg muscles instantly, but turned his head away pretending not to know, his eyes were looking at the half-open window, chasing the undulating tulle.

Fuck... this feeling, why is it a bit weird...

"Name."

"Wu Xie."

"Profession."

"The mortuary administrator."

"Can you describe in detail what happened that night?" Liao Ke asked, "If possible, try to report the time."

"At about ten o'clock that night, the 0478 cabinet broke down. I rang the bell and called the colleagues in the maintenance department. Because I was afraid of spoilage, I moved the body of the 0478 cabinet to the freezer next to it. Only halfway through the movement did I find that the machine reported an error. "The man looked calm and recalled the story of the night in an orderly manner. "I called the maintenance department, but no one answered. I think they may already be on the way, so I will wait for them on the first floor...because there will be no one in the morgue at night. Someone came, so I smoked a cigarette in the hall by the way."

"Excuse me." Liao Ke opened his own notebook and asked, "Did you transport the corpse in cabinet 0478 to cabinet 0479?"

"Yes."

"But according to the investigation, there is still a corpse in 0478." Liao Ke raised his head and asked, "Why?"

"In the afternoon, there was a problem with the 0478 cabinet." The man lowered his eyes helplessly, "The position of the freezer is tight these days. There is no way. After the freezer is repaired, we can only refrigerate the two corpses together first. Only the 0478 cabinet is like this, and the corpses in the other three groups of freezers are also crowded together."

"Then, you only moved one of them." Liao Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why don't you take out the other one by the way, so you won't be afraid that the freezer will really break down and the corpse will rot?"

"So I went upstairs to wait for my colleagues in the maintenance department, and I still wanted to check if there was anything wrong with the freezer."

"Since you think so, why did you call the maintenance department?" Liao Ke asked, "If the call is connected, are you going to tell them not to come?"

"No, how should I put it?" The man's eyes were bent, and he seemed to find the statement a little funny, "After the machine reported an error, my first reaction was to call the colleagues in the maintenance department and ask them not to use it, mainly because I was afraid It was a waste of a trip, but after hanging up the phone, I thought it would be good for them to come and have a look, so I went up to the first floor and waited for them——Officer Liao, you have to allow others to have a mental journey."

Although Liao Ke expressed his approval, he obviously had doubts about the matter of exchanging corpses. Yan Li did not speak from the beginning to the end, but at this moment he raised a question:

"Were you smoking?"

Wu Xie glanced at the young man and nodded slightly.

"A whole stick?" the other party asked.

"No, half." The man said, "I saw a doctor pushing a trundle bed to take the elevator to the second floor... Few people go to the mortuary at this point. I was afraid that something might happen to him, so I took the safe Go down the passage."

"On the second floor, what did you see through?" Liao Ke asked.

"Elevator display." Wu Xie said, "The place where I stand is facing the elevator."

"You went upstairs from the safe passage."

"Yeah." Wu Xie said, "It's closer that way."

He was holding the mask covering his face from beginning to end. Liao Ke felt that this behavior was very strange, so he casually suggested:

"Take off the mask, we can't see your expression now."

The man who had had an orderly conversation before gripped the mask more tightly, and even stretched out a hand to block the place that might be exposed, and quickly refused:

"No."

This reaction caught Liao Ke's attention, and the action recorded by the rock lawsuit also stopped. The man used silence as his last stubbornness, and finally said sullenly:

"It's okay to take it off, but he has to go out first."

Yan Xun looked at the man's gaze, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

But under the hint of his boss, he still lowered his head and packed up his notebook, stood up from the bed, opened the door silently and walked out, leaning against the wall and waiting.

He took out the chocolate candy wrapped in tin foil and tasted one, the sweet taste of candy beads rolled on the tip of his tongue, he thought about the face under the mask of the man, the dependence of the man who swooped in, and the obscurity of the man The line of sight, the mood fluctuated accordingly, and finally fell into a cool trough, and did not move.

The minute hand of the dial makes a full circle.

It seems like a century has passed.

Liao Ke finally strode out. He put the notebook back in his arms and said:

"Great progress has been made, but some issues have not been clarified...you come back tomorrow and have a chat with him."

"Isn't the captain coming tomorrow?"

"He is very defensive, and he doesn't seem to want to tell me about some things." Liao Ke looked carefully at the young man in front of him, "But maybe it's okay with you."

Yan Xun showed an inexplicable expression, but Liao Ke patted him on the shoulder earnestly:

"Trust Lao Liao's intuition."

"Captain..." The young man hesitated, "What's under his mask?"

Liao Ke snorted and said heartily:

"You still care about this, his face seems to have been scalded, he should be afraid of scaring you - don't ask about it tomorrow, it's his private matter after all... I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll go back to the bureau later record."

The young man nodded and watched his boss leave.

Looking back at the closed ward, he squeezed the notepad in his hand, and finally couldn't help turning around and taking a few steps, reaching out to unscrew the doorknob.

The man sank into the raised pillow, and the mask had already been replaced with a new one. Seeing him push the door open, he couldn't help but cast a questioning look.

Yan Yan pursed his somewhat dry lips, and asked this sentence for some reason:

"I'll come over tomorrow, do you have anything to eat?"

The man didn't seem to expect such benefits, he was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he stammered and said:

"Chicken...chicken legs?"

"it is good."

Yan Xun responded, and isolated himself from that quiet world.

...something is really wrong.

He obviously wanted to discuss tomorrow's work arrangements with the other party, but inexplicably asked about food.

It also looks so unprofessional!

Yan · Facial paralysis criminal policeman · Litigation students are full of mania in their hearts. First, they are worried that they will leave a too casual and unreliable image for the other party. Then they think about where there are better chicken legs nearby. Finally, they start to worry about the difference in taste, the patient's physique and whether they are healthy. You can eat greasy food, etc.

Liao Ke, who came back from washing his hands, saw the other party sticking at the door of the witness, thinking that the young man was thinking about how to take down this key witness, so he couldn't help hugging the young man's shoulders in comfort, and asked him to call the people in the team to go out and have a rub .

"By the way, be careful when you go to and from the hospital." Liao Ke lowered his voice and ordered, "This case is not easy. From the time of the accident to the present, someone has been watching this place. I will send someone to guard it tonight... lest we Witnesses have been wiped out."

Yan Yuan's heart tightened, he pursed his lips and nodded.

The pointer is one frame at a time, from night to day, gradually climbing to the golden dusk.

The aroma of the marinated chicken legs and the fruit basket is mixed together, and the rounded pears on the teacup are slightly shiny.

Gently tapping the pen tip on the paper, the young policeman began to ask:

"Name."

"Wu Xie."

"Profession."

"The mortuary administrator."

The man wore gauze all over his head, his obsidian-like eyes were full of sunshine, and his original voice was filtered out by the white mask, which was a bit dull.

"Wu Xie." The young man looked at him quietly, "Can you...take off the mask?"

The man wearing the mask didn't speak, and the room was so quiet that there was only the rustling of the wind blowing through the plastic bags.

Dusk made everything hazy.