critical

An unknown number, the caller ID address is local.

Yan Ji cheered up and answered the phone: "Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, are you Yan Ji?"

"Yes."

"We are the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we want to ask you for some information."

"Oh, yes, you can do it now." Yan Ji nodded his thanks to the bald man, then turned and walked downstairs, "Yes, the City People's Hospital."

The bald man stared at Yan Ji, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, he let out a sigh of relief with his shoulders collapsed.He closed the anti-theft door and walked to the bedroom, raised his hand and knocked lightly, and the old wooden door slowly opened.

The bedroom was empty, with not a single piece of the floor left, and the gray cement lining the cracked white wall, as if it had been abandoned for more than ten years.

The bald man leaned against the door frame and looked inside carefully.

Yan Deng stood by the window, his face paler than the moonlight, and the cuffs of his white shirt were intricate and delicate, stained with dark red blood, like a castle noble in a horror story.

The bald man hurriedly lowered his head, fearing that he did not intend to offend, the other party rushed over and bit his throat.With this thought, he shivered suddenly: "It's the female driver who can hit people, I don't know how to find it."

After the bald man finished speaking, he quickly added: "She didn't recognize me. Do you want me to find someone to keep an eye on her?"

"Need not."

The bald man's heart skipped a beat: It's really impossible for only one person to come up!Because I am familiar with this place?No, let me be a target in the open, and then others act in secret!The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, and he was convinced that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him eeriely.

Yan Deng looked out the window.

After a while, Yan Ji's figure appeared.

Yan Deng looked at it calmly, his eyes were dark and black, reflecting a few inches of starlight, faintly reflecting the raging madness.

......

Yan Ji walked out of the corridor, thinking while walking.

Do you want to call mom?But it's too late now, and my mother must have gone to bed.Besides, my mother doesn't have much pension, and she's not the type to ask Uncle Zhou for money, so she probably doesn't have much savings.

Yan Ji stood in the night holding his mobile phone tightly, unable to think of where to borrow money.

Fortunately, during the years of growing up in poverty, there were too many times when there was a shortage of money, so that although he didn't end up with any countermeasures, Yan Ji was very experienced in adjusting his mentality.

She rubbed her brows and rubbed her face: "It's really impossible to sell the house, it's really impossible to sell the house." Zhao Yunhe used to say this whenever something went wrong, but it was just lip service.

Yan Ji collected his mood, opened the car door and rushed to the hospital.

In the early hours of the morning, the parking lot of the hospital was finally quiet, and the sweltering heat revealed the gloom that belonged only to the hospital.

"Snapped."

Zhao Xiaobing spread his palms, and the dead mosquitoes exploded into a pool of blood.Seeing the familiar white car approaching, Zhao Xiaobing wiped his hands and ran over.

Yan Ji turned off the engine and got out of the car: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Xiaobing had a strange expression on his face: "The operation was successful, but he didn't wake up and was admitted to the ICU."

Yan Ji's face darkened, and he walked quickly towards the courtyard.Zhao Xiaobing followed behind her, lowering his voice: "The note is here."

Yan Ji nodded: "They contacted me and said they wanted to know something and asked me to bring the memory card of the driving recorder with me."

Seeing that Yan Ji didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, Zhao Xiaobing hurriedly said: "It's the criminal police team, the criminal police team! It's not a big deal, they can't send the police to the hospital in the middle of the night. Besides, did you call the police?"

Yan Ji was stunned: "On the way to send the teacher to the hospital, I received a call from the Qiwushan Police Station. I said I had sent the injured to the hospital, and they hung up."

Zhao Xiaobing scratched his hair irritably: "Yes, the police station. Yan Ji...you know what my dad does. Let me tell you, the criminal investigation team will intervene, if it's not involved in gangsters or drugs, it's dead."

Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Zhao Xiaobing.

The two old classmates stood in the empty parking lot, relatively speechless for a moment.

Zhao Xiaobing comforted Yan Ji dryly: "This is a good thing. The criminal police team is here, and the hospital will save people even if you don't pay. Don't be afraid. You are innocent anyway. You are purely helping others. It is the money you posted earlier. ..."

Yan Ji had so many thoughts in his mind that he couldn't listen to what Zhao Xiaobing said.She squeezed the memory card in her hand, nodded slightly to Zhao Xiaobing: "I'll go and have a look first."

Zhao Xiaobing hurriedly said, "I'll take you in...well, I'll clean the car."

Yan Ji nodded and left quickly.

Zhao Xiaobing was alone in the empty parking lot.He bent down and took out a wet towel from the bucket, and squatted by the car door to wipe the blood.After soaking in water, the dry blood spread, like a hideous painting.

Zhao Xiaobing was stunned, remembering that when filling out the volunteer application, there were rumors that Yan Ji was going to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, and several boys secretly discussed going to that city as well.

"Tick."

A drop of rain hit Zhao Xiaobing's nose.

Zhao Xiaobing watched himself working hard for more than half an hour, cleaning the shiny car door, and couldn't help scolding his mother.He got up and threw the towel into the bucket, and habitually reached into his trouser pocket.

Halfway through his hand, Zhao Xiaobing remembered that he had quit smoking for half a year.

At that time, his father had not had an accident, and there was always an endless supply of cigarettes, which were stolen from the family, owed by the commissary, and respected by the younger brothers.

The more he smoked, the farther and farther Yan Ji was, and he had never seen him since he was an old classmate in junior high school.

Also, she is busy, always busy.

"School is something I try to find time for."

Zhao Xiaobing heard footsteps and turned to see Yan Ji coming from the rain.

He suddenly remembered a poem.

He doesn't like reading, and what he learns has long been returned to the teacher.But in the early reading class that year, Yan Ji stood in front of the podium and read the poem with a smile, he always remembered--

In the shade lay a volume of poetry,

A bottle of fine wine, a little dry food,

With you singing beside me in this wilderness,

The wilderness is heaven.

Zhao Xiaobing lowered his head and smiled, feeling a little sentimental today.In the current situation at home, which girl is willing to follow her?Isn't that harmful to others?

Yan Ji noticed something unusual.In many cases, she has a sensitivity and delicateness that amazes herself, and she can inadvertently penetrate other people's emotions.

Yan Ji stopped and stood not far or near, his tone was gentle and sincere but his words were as formal as possible: "Zhao Xiaobing, it's raining, go back to rest early. Thank you for your hard work today."

Zhao Xiaobing said anxiously: "Aren't you going back? You're in the ICU, there are police, you're useless in the hospital. Let's go, go back and get a good sleep, tomorrow you'll have a more fucked up life."

As soon as the words were finished, the wind suddenly picked up, and the rain splashed down, hitting the car with a crackling sound.

Zhao Xiaobing opened the car door: "Let's go! I'll take you back."

However, Yan Ji opened the door of the driver's cab and took out his backpack: "No, go back quickly."

Zhao Xiaobing's lips twitched, but in the end he didn't persuade him any more.He pretended to be smart and wiped his face: "Okay, brother is gone, you go in quickly, don't be reluctant to pay, borrow a bed."

Yan Ji nodded, turned around and walked towards the inpatient building.

The rain did not bring the slightest coolness, but made the sweltering midnight even more noisy.

The ICU floor is exceptionally quiet.Yan Ji didn't go inside, but found a chair beside the nurse's desk and sat down.She sighed and stared blankly ahead, her eyes lost focus and had nowhere to go.

Tired, but not sleepy at all.

Yan Ji's thoughts spread, and he remembered the two pieces of evidence he handed over to the police.In addition to the driving recorder, there is also the teacher's short wallet.In the wallet was an airport bus ticket worth ten yuan, an electricity bill card, an ID card, and some change.

The teacher went to the airport, why did you get off the bus halfway?How did you get hurt?

The teacher's home and workplace are both in the provincial capital, so how can there be a local electricity bill card?And the bald-headed tenant who lived in that house obviously didn't know the teacher.

The house that the teacher rented before?Impossible, with the personality of a teacher, even if you bring the electricity bill to the United States, you will send it back for $[-].

Picked up?

Yan Ji shook his head slightly, subconsciously rejecting his conjecture.We can only wait for the results of the police investigation.Although there are many doubts, with the current investigation methods, the truth must be found out soon.

Speaking of which, the photo on the teacher's ID card does not look like her, she is not wearing those heavy glasses, causing her eyes to narrow slightly, and she looks a little dazed.

Fortunately, the column of the name is clearly written - Zhang Gongyu.

Thinking of the teacher in the ID photo, Yan Ji couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

In the four years of college, I have attended countless large classes, and I have never met a professor with a more academic temperament than the teacher.What a pity...not being able to really become her student.

Sudden guilt welled up in his heart, Yan Ji sighed in his heart, and secretly rejoiced.Fortunately, I accidentally drove onto that remote path, otherwise, no one would pass by that remote corner in the wilderness.

The taxi also came by coincidence. If the young lady hadn't stepped forward to check, if I had honestly waited in the car for 120, I would have delayed the best rescue time in all likelihood.

Thanks to these coincidences.

What a coincidence...the coincidence is a bit...strange.

The fact that the teacher was there was strange in itself.

I drove that road because of...that voice?

Yan Ji was startled suddenly, thinking of the cry for help that seemed far away but near.She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't be sure whether the voice was real or whether she was hallucinating.

And why did that taxi drive there?They also heard the cry for help when they took the passengers to detour.If you can meet again, I have a chance to ask.

Yan Ji pinched the bridge of his nose, and took out a sketchbook and a pen from his bag.

The tip of the pen quickly slid across the paper, and there was a "rustling" sound of painting in the quiet car.Time passed by every minute and every second, and the scene next to the cornfield was reproduced on the paper.

Yan Ji looked at his own painting and was startled.Cars, cornfields, country lanes, everything is normal.However, the base station iron tower that should have been used as the background has been enlarged several times, standing in the middle of the sketch in an extremely discordant posture.

What's even weirder is that there is a blank space in the shape of "Bu" on the iron tower in the painting, as if it was deducted after the painting was finished.

Yan Ji raised his hand, and the pen tip retracted the moment it touched the paper.She frowned and thought hard, but she couldn't remember the structure of this part of the iron tower, as if the iron tower she saw was originally empty.

iron tower...

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