After the object of crush dies and comes back to life

When Xiong Zhiyong heard it, he realized that he was not called out because he committed a crime, but someone really came to him.

But he felt uneasy because of this, who could it be?Naturally, it couldn't be the old mother who was insane and sick in bed. She didn't have any friends outside, and no one was close enough to visit him. As for the distant relatives and neighbors, I had never seen him.As soon as they heard that he was locked up, the group of people hid far away before it was too late.

After thinking about it, he couldn't guess who would come to find him specially.Could it be that the Qi family came here specially to see if he was doing well in prison?

Walking through the dark corridor, the prison guard was unwilling to reveal too much to him, and walked ahead without saying a word.

They passed many large and small cells on both sides, and a prisoner recognized him, teasing him eccentrically, and was scolded by the prison guard again, and retracted his head angrily.

After walking for about 5 minutes, they walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. At the end of the long passage, a mottled and old iron door stood in front of Xiong Zhiyong.

He knew that this large iron gate connected the prison with the outside world, and every prisoner who was released after serving his sentence, or meeting relatives and friends who came to visit the prison, had to pass through this long corridor and walk out of this huge gate.

The prison guard led him to stop in front of the door, and talked to the guards on duty on both sides. After getting permission, the prison guard slowly pushed the door open, accompanied by a heavy creaking sound, bright and clean The floor met his eyes.

The window of the meeting hall was bright and clean. Xiong Zhiyong saw many prison visitors sitting on stools in front of the glass window, holding white phones in their hands, and staring at the people on the other side of the glass, with happy or sad expressions.

The jailer escorted him to an interview room and said to him before opening the door: "Old rules, 15 minutes."

"I know, I know." Xiong Zhiyong nodded repeatedly, and pushed open the door of the meeting room with complicated emotions.

Although the possibility is very small, he still expects that the person on the other side of the glass will be his mother whom he has not seen for a long time.

But he was quickly disappointed.

Through the glass, Xiong Zhiyong could clearly see a girl in a red and white school uniform sitting there upright. She looked young, with a black mask on her pale face and calm eyes. Seeing him coming in was nothing more than He raised his eyelids, as if he had been waiting for a while.

But he just glanced at the other person, and a familiar shudder emerged from the soles of his feet, making his back feel cold and his scalp numb.

The young girl's demeanor and clothing were very similar to the girl he killed by driving that day.

But this is impossible!The girl was clearly dead, and she was still alive and dead under his wheels. He confirmed it countless times at that time, and no one knew better than him.

Xiong Zhiyong quickly forced himself to calm down, walked up slowly, pulled out the plastic chair and sat down at the table.

If he remembers correctly, this is the second time. The girl came here once before to find out the truth of the case, but he pretended to be crazy and fooled her.

This time she came again, didn't she give up?Xiong Zhiyong thought to himself, it seems that this time he has to play dumb again.

Qi Yuan raised his eyelids and looked at Xiong Zhiyong expressionlessly.

This middle-aged man is hunched over his shoulders, his eyes are dull, his face is purple, thin, with a few red marks and bruises that have not faded on his cheeks, his hair is messy like weeds, his skin is dry and cracked, and he looks careless look like.

"It's been a month." She said calmly, "How do you think about it?"

Xiong Zhiyong: "What did you say?"

"Can you tell me the name of the real murderer?" Qi Yuan asked.

Xiong Zhiyong pretended to be irritable: "I've said it all, there is no real or fake murder at all, it's just that I was not careful while driving, and the accident happened!"

Qi Yuan looked at him and said patiently: "It seems that you are not doing well in there."

Xiong Zhiyong was startled: "What?"

The calm gaze of the girl in front of him scanned his whole body mechanically and mechanically like a probe, and finally stopped on his stiff and chapped lips.

"You have wounds on your face, both new and old." Qi Yuan leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, "It should have been beaten a few days ago, but the wound hasn't healed yet, and you were beaten again today. "

"Your lips are chapped, you rarely drink water, your hair is dry and thin, and you look like you stayed up all night. But why do you need to stay up all night in prison?" Her index finger tapped the handle of the seat lightly, "Because you lost sleep yesterday, And often suffer from insomnia, right?"

There was a sudden coolness behind Xiong Zhiyong, his eyes widened unconsciously and his pupils constricted.

Seeing his reaction, Qi Yuan smiled, and said, "Your prison uniform is badly worn from the front to the back, as are the knees on your trousers. How did those people treat you? Push you against the wall and force you to Kneeling? The bruises around your eyes seem serious..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiong Zhiyong stood up from the chair, his lips trembling, his face and neck turned liver-colored, "It's nothing!"

Qi Yuan leaned forward slightly, and the moment he met his eyes, his eyes suddenly became sharp like a knife, piercing his hypocrisy fiercely: "What I said is true or false, you know it in your heart!"

Xiong Zhiyong was silent for a while, and he was a little scared by her.

"How did the Qi family promise you before? They probably failed to keep it?" Qi Yuan said coldly, "Don't you understand? You are just a pawn they discarded when they run out, and your mother has long been reduced In order to hold you back."

Xiong Zhiyong: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

Qi Yuan said coldly: "I already know who the real culprit is. I just want you to testify for me and restore the whole truth of the case."

"You know?" Xiong Zhiyong suddenly smiled, "little sister, your imagination is really too rich, you come to me again and again, do you want to be a detective? Do you really think that your ability to judge cases is better than Are the police excellent?"

He was changing the subject, his eyes unconsciously glanced down, he felt guilty.

Qi Yuan: "I don't want to be a detective, I just want to die and understand."

Xiong Zhiyong laughed loudly: "You are young, what is there to die for? You haven't experienced a more difficult life yet!"

"I really don't realize it." Qi Yuan stared at him expressionlessly, "It's all thanks to you."

Xiong Zhiyong frowned: "What do you mean? This joke is not funny at all."

Qi Yuan changed the subject and looked at the dark circles around his eyes: "You suffer from insomnia every day, let me guess what you are thinking about every night?"

"Do you sometimes dream of the girl you killed?"

"You took a living life on your back for the first time, so you have nightmares every night, dreaming that she came to ask for your life."

"You don't dare to sleep at all, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling...Everyone around you is asleep, only you keep your eyes open, and you can sleep through the night."

"Are you shaking? Scared?"

Her tone was eerily strange, bit by bit evoking his dream.Xiong Zhiyong's breathing became more and more rapid, and he seemed to see the young girl who died under the wheel appearing in front of his eyes over and over again.

The temperature was very hot, the blood was flowing on the asphalt road, and it was dried up in the sun, like scarlet flowers, the soft limbs were hit by a huge force, twisted and deformed, her heartbeat weakened, and her eyes lost their luster...

She kept her eyes open until she died, looking at him motionless.

Xiong Zhiyong yelled, bounced away from the glass window like a conditioned reflex, and stared at Qi Yuan in horror.

The girl in front of her smiled slightly: "You're scared."

"You lunatic!" Xiong Zhiyong pulled his hair, his expression crazy, "How can you let me go? I don't know anything!"

Qi Yuan said softly, "I only want the truth."

"Crazy! I don't know the truth at all!"

He has begun to speak incoherently.

Qi Yuan glanced at the phone time and smiled: "The time is almost up, so let's stop here this time."

She stood up, pushed the chair back, dusted off the dust on her body, and looked relaxed: "I forgot to tell you, your mother misses you very much recently."

Xiong Zhiyong's expression changed drastically, and he rushed to the window, clenched his fists and knocked on the glass: "What did you do to my mother?"

"She is fine, eating well and sleeping well." Qi Yuan said lightly, "She is much better now than under Qi Miao's hands."

Xiong Zhiyong gritted his teeth with blue veins on his forehead: "If you dare to hurt my mother, I will not let you go!"

Qi Yuan sneered: "I won't do such a cheap trick. But whether she lives well or not depends entirely on you."

She turned and left without looking back, leaving a sentence: "I will come again."

Xiong Zhiyong stuck to the glass and slid down uncontrollably, with a desperate expression.

He was taken back to cell number by prison guards and spent a week of mental breakdown.

A week later, sure enough, someone came to see him again.

He told the prison guard many times that he didn't want to see the guest again, but the prison guard didn't know how many favors he had received from the other party, so he couldn't help but escort him into the interview room.

Xiong Zhiyong walked into the room helplessly, but on the other side of the glass was not a pale girl wearing a mask, but another girl with a pretty face.

She wore a peaked cap on top of her head, covering her eyes and only showing her beautiful chin.

"Who are you?" he asked cautiously.

Lu Xin gave him a cold look and turned on the phone without speaking.

Three seconds later, his mother Li Shu's voice came from the phone.

"Aunt Li, how are you doing recently?"

"Very good, very good, but Ah Zhi, when will Ah Zhi come back?"

"Oh, your son is making a lot of money outside, and he will be back soon!"

"Hehe, you are right! He is the most obedient and sensible, how could he not come back to see me?"

"Ms. Li, why don't you eat?"

"Woooo, I dreamed about Ah Zhi, I dreamed that Ah Zhi was captured!"

"How could it be? It must be a nightmare. Come on, come on, eat something quickly. Only in good health can we wait for your son to come back."

"Wooooooooow, have you seen my Azhi?"

"No." The tone was perfunctory.

"Why hasn't he come back yet? I've been waiting so hard for him..."

"Azhi! I saw Azhi! He's there! (sound of running)"

"Ms. Li! Where are you going!"

"Is that you, Zhi? Woohoo, mom misses you so much..."

"Auntie, you have identified the wrong person..."

"Ah? You're not Ah Zhi... Boom! (Sound of heavy objects falling)"

"Hurry up and call the doctor! The patient in Room 3, Li Shu, has fainted!"

"When Ah Zhi was young, his family was poor and there were no toys. I made him a doll with needles and threads. He loved it. When he grew up, he thought that the dolls were played by girls, so he threw them away. ...Later I saved up money to buy him a toy car, and he said that he had grown up and stopped playing with these..."

"who are you?"

"I'm Doctor Zhao, Auntie."

"Who is Doctor Zhao?"

"Her condition has worsened, her memory has declined, and she has begun to be unable to recognize people around her."

"This... is also a life of suffering."

"She wakes up in the middle of the night and cries every day, saying that she wants to see her son. Where can I find her son, alas!"

"When will her son come back?"

"I don't know, where did your son go? My mother ran away after being so seriously ill? Why don't you come back and pay your respects?"

"Azhi... woo...Azhi..."

For a full 15 minutes, Lu Xin didn't say a word, and the phone recording was playing the whole time.

She saw Xiong Zhiyong on the other side of the glass. He was shocked at the beginning and then gradually collapsed in despair. He lay on the ground and cried like a child.

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