when you stare into the abyss

"If you feel uncomfortable, just close your eyes and rest for a while." Wan Tong stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the bag. Nie Zhiyan pressed her shoulder that was about to move. Seeing that she was obedient, he let go and rummaged through the keys in the bag next to her.Then he took out another stick of glucose and exited the carriage.Like the nurse in charge of the injection in the clinic, when the key was lifted and dropped, the front edge of the glass drug tube shattered.The cross-section was neat and there was no gap, but she was still worried. She poured the glucose into a mineral water bottle with no liquid in it, and finally sent it to the squinting Wan Tong's mouth.

From the beginning of the memory, there was no memory of being drunk. At this time, it was probably just the wind blowing, and the feeling of alcohol was on her head, so her temples and the back of her head ached. She gulped and drank the water.

When the car started again, she had to withdraw her gaze from Nie Zhiyan, closed her eyes and said nothing, her eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

I finally agree with what Nie Zhilan said earlier, the aftertaste of this drink is really strong, it's so uncomfortable...

Raise your hands and rub the temples on both sides, trying to relieve the pain.

Why does it hurt more and more...

She murmured, "Aunt Yan, I have a headache." Her body fell to the right uncontrollably, and the next second, her heavy head was caught by something.

A soft voice rang in my ear: "Go to sleep."

Consciousness gradually faded away, I just felt as if my head was resting on a soft place, on both sides of my temples, pressing with just the right force, after that, I didn't remember anything.

On the first floor of the parking lot in the compound, Nie Zhilan carried Wan Tong on her back, walking with ease: "Tong Tong is still the same as when he was a child, he likes to cling to you."

"Huh?" Nie Zhiyan protected the sleeping man's back with her right hand, thought about it as if something happened, and then answered her in a low voice, "Maybe?"

At the beginning of July, Hu Zu'an returned to the Forensic Medicine Department to take charge of the overall situation. The chief of the department borrowed for such a long time, so he naturally got some benefits.So in mid-July, Nie Zhiyan, who was a little more relaxed, was sent to the province to study at public expense, in the name of further study, for a period of one month.

This is a pain for Wan Tong, originally the two had few opportunities to meet each other, so they could only rely on the network to communicate.Working during the day and staying up until night, when she was tidied up and lying on the bed, she would click on her profile picture on the top of WeChat, chat with her about interesting things that happened in the team, and say good night to each other before going to bed.

Over time, Nie Zhiyan would also take the initiative to mention a few words about what she learned that day.

What anthropometry, Bedillon method, judgment of drowning, mechanical asphyxiation and so on.

Wan Tong didn't understand the professional knowledge, but he could simply echo a few words. By mid-August, every night, the two of them could chat for at least half an hour through WeChat.

On the night before returning to Binnan, the meeting lasted until midnight, Nie Zhiyan tactfully declined the invitation to have a dinner with the Forensic Department of the Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps, drove the navigation, and walked back to the place where he was staying.

The luggage has been slowly being placed for the past two days. After taking a shower, put the last two books in, fully pull the suitcase, stand up, push it to the open space behind the door, and wait for Nie Zhilan to pick her up the next morning.

The woman let go of her hair tied up after washing her face, lay down on the bed, opened WeChat habitually, and scrolled down. There was no small red dot in the upper right corner of the familiar profile picture.She glanced at the time at the top, 10:57, and then clicked into the dialog box between the two, 7:01 in the morning, with the word "morning" and a screenshot of the weather forecast.

Inexplicably, she began to panic, and the frequency of her slender fingers jumped much faster than usual.

"are you home yet?"

Ten minutes passed, but there was no reply. Nie Zhiyan unconsciously pursed her thin lips tighter and tighter. She clicked on the address book at the bottom, found the word Wan Xiaotong, and eagerly dialed it.

No one heard……

Called Nie Zhilan, but still no one answered...

She finally thought of Zhao Guoying. After the number was dialed, the call was connected in time two seconds later.

"Hello, Xiaoyan." Just as Zhao Yingying hung up the phone with the leader of the anti-drug detachment, she was a little surprised to see the name lit up on the screen. The two sisters usually contact her through Nie Zhilan.

"Sister Ying." Nie Zhiyan greeted her in a low voice, suddenly she didn't know how to speak, and after two seconds of deliberation, she asked softly, "Sister, are they on duty tonight?"

"Xiaolan? There was a conflict on Wanli Lane, some people were injured, and the patrolling police were not strong enough. They passed by a few people."

The woman involuntarily added: "Did Tongtong go too?"

"That's for sure. This child likes to move forward, and Xiaolan is willing to take her with her." Zhao Yingying's voice rose, and she, who was a little sleepy at first, suddenly beamed with joy.

"Yes, but Tongtong is much more stable than when he first joined the job."

"It's better for you to teach well. If she doesn't listen to me, she will listen to your two sisters."

Nie Zhiyan responded modestly: "Sister taught well, I didn't help Tongtong much."

"What you say doesn't count. When she goes home, she mentions you more than Xiao Lando."

"Really?" Nie Zhiyan didn't ask, she just thought about what Zhao Yingying said just now, she was a little curious, what did she mention about herself?

Knowledge of anatomy?

"Are you back?" The sound of closing the door came out of the microphone, and the woman's fluttering thoughts were pulled back in an instant.

"Well, it's exhausting, those young people are too worried."

"Listen to Xiaoyan, she calls others Xiaonian." Zhao Yingying winked at Wan Tong.

The person changing shoes at the entrance suddenly stuttered: "Mom, are you talking to Aunt Yan?" She took out her mobile phone, and 13 minutes ago, a missed call belonged to Nie Zhiyan.

She used to leave her full name in her address book, and even the person sitting on the sofa wrote "Zhao Guoying".

Nie Zhiyan seldom took the initiative to call her. The first time was the night Xia Zhiyun was in danger two months ago, but she didn't receive it. This is the second time, and she still didn't receive it.

Now that the other party returned home safely, Nie Zhiyan exchanged pleasantries with them, and then suggested that Wan Tong should rest early, and Zhao Guoying hung up the phone.

The person in front of him rushed over in the next second: "Mom, you are so kind."

"Hey? You've already used the honorifics." Zhao Yingying pushed away Wan Tong, whose face was still stained with blood, in disgust, "Xiaoyan called you first but didn't get through, that's why you called me?"

"It seems to be." She sat directly on the ground, and asked in a questioning tone, "What does this mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. Maybe she called Xiaolan first, and she called you when she couldn't find anyone." Before the victory of the revolution, all sugar-coated bullets need to be resisted. Thinking of what Nie Zhilan said casually in the afternoon, Zhao Guoying smiled meaningfully, " Tomorrow Saturday, do you want to pick up your Aunt Yan?"

"Huh? Of course I want to go."

"Tell Aunt Lan myself."

Wan Tong fell into an excited mood, leaned forward, and touched Zhao Yingying's cheek lightly with his lips like in childhood: "Thank you, mom."

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Early the next morning, Wan Tong was still dreaming when he was woken up by the rapid alarm.Aunt Lan said the departure was at 7:6, she tuned to 50:7, and rang the doorbell of the next room at 18:[-].

Nie Zhilan was preparing to heat up the milk, so she warmed up a bottle for her.

"Very positive, miss you, Aunt Yan?" The person eating bread at the dining table asked casually.

"Hmm!" As if feeling wrong, he added, "If Aunt Lan goes on a business trip for a month, I will miss you too."

"Slick tongue, fortunately it's a girl, if it's a boy, it will definitely deceive many little sisters."

Wan Tong quickly retorted: "No, I'm very specific."

Nie Zhilan's rare gossip: "Is there anyone you like?"

"Ah?" Wan Tong was stunned by this sudden question, and timidly replied: "Yes." Compared with Zhao Guoying, she dared not let Nie Zhilan know about her own feelings for Aunt Yan.

"Then take it seriously and keep your eyes open. My sister should check it out for you, and she can bring us acquaintances if you have the opportunity in the future."

Wan Tong's back was dripping with sweat, and he said guiltily, "I, oh."

"Let's go, drink milk on the way. It's almost time for lunch every time we go there. There is a new private restaurant next to the city bureau. The food is not bad. I'll make a reservation and ask my sister to come with me at noon."

"Old Zhao has an appointment at noon." Wan Tong followed Nie Zhilan's footsteps and entered the elevator.

"Then I'll make an appointment with a friend."

"Who? Do I know him?"

"Xiao Bei from the Procuratorate, you often come to the bureau to do business, you should have met." Since drinking and eating hot pot together that night, Nie Zhilan and Xiao Bei would meet up for blackouts whenever they had time.After going back and forth, the two gradually became acquainted, and Xiao Bei would often share delicious food with her, and this private kitchen dish at noon was recommended by her.

"The one named Aunt Lan Rabbit? What should I call her? Aunt Xiao? Is she older or younger than you?" A series of questions popped out of Wan Tong's mouth.

Nie Zhilan took it for granted: "In 89, you can just call her by her name, or Xiao Jian."

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Nie Zhilan drove steadily, and even Wan Tong, who usually wouldn't sleep in the car, stumbled over in a daze. When she opened her eyes, Nie Zhiyan was already standing outside the car window with her suitcase in her hand.

"Aunt Yan." She called out sleepily, and got out of the car to help the woman put her things in the trunk.

"You sit in the front, and sleep for a while before you wake up." Nie Zhiyan suggested that the co-pilot could be put down and sleep more comfortably, but before he could finish speaking, the people beside him had already stuffed into the back seat.

The woman understood instantly, smiled knowingly, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, and said in a grateful tone: "I really didn't have a good rest last night."

An hour later, the vehicle entered the boundary of Binnan, the scenery outside the window was pleasant, and soothing light music was playing inside the window.Nie Zhiyan was wearing a blindfold and was not asleep. She closed her eyes and rested her mind. Wan Tong was holding the phone in the back seat, flipping through the news boredly.

The car stopped without warning.

"Tongtong, get out of the car and have a look." Nie Zhilan put on the handbrake and opened the door.

Wan Tong poked her head out of the window first, and saw a bus parked in the emergency lane, with more than [-] passengers standing close together, she quickly straightened up and got off the bus.

"I called 110 for more than ten minutes, but the police haven't arrived yet." One of the passengers complained.

"I went to report to the police, and it took half an hour for the police to come slowly."

"That's right, the work efficiency is really low." More and more voices echoed.

"This is a high-speed road, and there is no way to go to the village or back to the store. The police also need time."

Nie Zhilan squeezed into the crowd, she had sharp eyes and recognized the driver at a glance: "We are passing policemen, what happened?"

The driver looked at Wan Tong, who was following behind, and the police officer's ID card she took out, and pressed the door with the key, and the two followed him into the bus. There was a person lying in the aisle in the middle of the bus with a pale face.

"Here is a woman who was foaming at the mouth 10 minutes ago, scratching herself like crazy, tearing at the passenger on her right, and was completely breathless 10 minutes ago."

Nie Zhilan leaned down to check the other person's breath, and the fine pinholes in the socket of the person's elbow were clearly visible. She subconsciously shouted to the person behind her: "Tongtong, don't let Aunt Yan get in the car."

"Oh." Wan Tong agreed without asking why, and just turned around to meet Nie Zhiyan's gaze.

Fear seems to be struggling...

The author has something to say: chatting for half an hour is definitely not too much for us, but for them, especially those who talk less, it is considered a breakthrough.

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