slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Xiacai asked cautiously, "How is your body?"

Su Yuelan hurried forward to meet her, and took the things: "If you say you, come, come, what else do you bring, are you polite?"

"Old Chen asked me to bring him a fruit basket. Teacher Song carefully picked out the fruits one by one to ensure they are fresh. If you insist on me bringing them, you can give Ying Cheng a taste."

She responded repeatedly and went out to wash the fruit.Huang Zhiyuan approached him again and asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"

Ying Cheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, his limbs were still stiff, and he was extraordinarily thin after being in a coma for half a year, like a door panel, so thin that it seemed to be ventilated, and the paleness in his eyebrows and eyes had not completely receded, which made him smile even when he laughed. With the usual dandyism in the past, there was a bit of unfamiliar elegance: "Remember, Yellow Bureau."

"Do you know that I am the Yellow Bureau or not the Deputy Huang? I have only been the director of this bureau for a short time."

"Xie Lin sorted it out for me, and I remembered it all. You were the chief of the bureau in August after Bureau Chen was injured last year."

Xie Lin stood by and watched: "The doctor said that it's not amnesia, it's memory disorder. In fact, he remembers everything, but he can't match the number. I told him all the people and things in the bureau these days. It's slowly sorting itself out."

Huang Zhiyuan poked his head out from behind again: "Then what about me, boss, do you remember me?"

Ying Cheng glanced back and forth at him carefully, and said firmly, "Qin Yile."

He immediately jumped up anxiously: "No! What Qin Yile, I'm Gu Yuzhe! Your right-hand man, your most beloved Gu Zai!"

Xie Lin glanced at Ying Cheng, leaned against the window and smiled softly: "I'm kidding you, the first thing I think of is you, are you satisfied?"

A light flickered in Gu Yuzhe's eyes, and he smiled honestly and energetically.

After laughing enough, Huang Zhiyuan straightened his face: "Then what happened the day you fell from the building, do you still remember?"

Ying Cheng shook his head: "I can't remember anything about Jiang Huan. The doctor said that the human brain is like a piece of white paper, and memories are just dots on this paper, densely packed and colorful. The more important the memory, The larger the proportion, once the piece of paper is damaged, the most likely to be lost is the larger proportion. So the more important people and important things, the easier it is to be forgotten."

"But... didn't you just say that this is not amnesia? I can't even remember this, is it amnesia?"

"It's a case of memory confusion. Actually, I remember, and this memory does exist in my mind, but I don't know where this memory is now."

"You really can't remember anything?"

He shook his head: "Xie Lin told me something about Jiang Huan, saying that he blocked the knife for me, but I really can't remember it at all. The doctor said that I need situational therapy now, and use fantasy in my mind to complete others. The narrative can promote my faster memory recovery, so I often imagine that someone will block the knife for me, but I always...

After thinking about it, I became Jing Yu, using Jing Yu's appearance to fill in Jiang Huan's blank, which caused my imagination and memory to be confused now, and the fiction and reality almost made me depressed. "

As he spoke, he moved his neck slightly, his face was tired and sad, but Huang Zhiyuan's expression changed, and he asked again suddenly: "What about the fire in the well house? I don't remember it either?"

"My memory hasn't been sorted out yet. It's a mess. I just remember that I was chatting with someone. I forgot what that person looked like, and I don't remember what we talked about. I just remember that it was thick The smoke was billowing, I kept running outside, and then I was pushed down the stairs, there were a lot of balloons, and I fell down with the balloons in my arms, probably because the balloons cushioned me, so I saved my life."

Xie Lin complained again: "What are you talking about, you kid is really lucky. Those balloons are netted with nets, and they are stacked together to buffer you for the first time. There is also a wooden stage underneath. It buffered you for the second time, and when you really fell to the ground, more than half of your strength was relieved. Otherwise, even Hua Tuo and Bian Que would not be able to save you if they held hands with you for consultation."

He laughed: "Why don't we say that good people don't live long and cause trouble for thousands of years?"

Huang Zhiyuan squinted his eyes suddenly: "Who was pushed down?"

"I don't think about it, I just know that someone pushed me. Maybe... a member of a cult organization, or maybe I just misremembered. After all, I am in a state of mental illness. By the way, I heard that ...Jiang disappeared after I fell into a coma? It’s been so long, is there any news?”

Huang Zhiyuan shook his head.They never gave up searching. They turned upside down the river bank before Jiang Huan disappeared, but they didn't even find anyone. Aihua's power has been secretly sorted out, but...

This person seems to have evaporated from the world. I don't know where he came from, and where he went now. He is like a firework, which exploded brilliantly with a pop, and then disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a short and stunning scene. A flash of memory.

But now, Jiang didn't even have the slightest memory of it.

—— Ying Cheng remembered everything, but couldn't remember him.

Although he has no memory of this person at all, it does not prevent him from understanding the importance of Jiang Huan to himself from the various narratives of the people around him. He bowed his head: "He... Could something have happened a long time ago?"

Su Yuelan had washed the fruit and just walked to the door when she heard such a sentence, she paused and didn't dare to enter the door, only hearing Gu Yuzhe's quick talk and lack of understanding, she subconsciously said: "No, don't worry, Uncle Cao is staring at the unknown male corpse , if something happened, Uncle Cao would have informed us long ago."

Xie Lin immediately gave him an elbow, and he realized that it was too late to shut up, the expression on Yingcheng's face quickly collapsed, the newly shaved hair was a bit long, casting a light smile on his face shadow.

He thought, as long as he could see Jiang Huan in person, maybe...

I can remember everything.

64. Eyes

Yingcheng had a lot of sequelae from this sleep, the eight-pack abs he was proud of was so thin that only a shriveled piece remained, and it took him a long time to straighten out and accept that he would be rounded off after the New Year. The cruel fact that he was going to run three times, the severe degeneration of his limbs made him like a child, he had to learn to walk, hold a pen and hold chopsticks from the beginning, and even the buttons had to be practiced several times before they could be fastened.

Relying on the fact that he was not able to move his hands and feet when he woke up in the first day of junior high school, Su Yuelan took revenge for all the fears these days, including but not limited to buying him a baby bib, using children's practice chopsticks for him, and buying him old age People special lacquered wooden crutches and so on.

However, Ying Cheng, who was full of confusion at that time, didn't have the brain power to deal with these ruthless teasing from his mother, and he didn't know that his mother's many crimes were too numerous to record, and the most ruthless one was taking pictures. It was too late to criticize the mother for taking pleasure in cheating her son.

He spent the entire cold spring in the warm and cozy ward in the capital. At the beginning of April, Xu Fan made time to come to the capital to accompany him to appreciate crabapples.

Although the crabapple flower is just right, it is far less attractive to two big men wrapped in unknown spheres than the supper street next to the park. Freedom to play.

But at that time, who would know what kind of two passionate and passionate hearts were under these two sick and weak bodies.

Another month later, at the beginning of May, Yingcheng's weight had returned to the figure before he fell from the building. Although the eight-pack abs hadn't been practiced yet, at least all the indicators of the body were normal. After getting in trouble, he finally embarked on the road back to Lancheng.

Lancheng is in the south, and the temperature is much higher than that of the capital in the north. However, Lancheng has always had a huge temperature difference between day and night, and the four seasons cycle in one day. When the sun goes away, these bright and loving places, Immediately, it was invaded and occupied by frost, and when the night wind blew, it pierced people like knives, and the pain was like gouging flesh and scraping bones.

Jiang also stumbled, aimless, letting his body's instincts bring him back to the unfinished building in the west of the city that was about to be demolished.

He is still wearing the thin white shirt, and no one knows how he has survived a harsh winter with it, so that the terrible frostbite has made his fingers swollen into ten crimson and cracked radishes, and it is almost summer Still no signs of healing.

A part of the arm was exposed from the torn sleeve, and there was a new brand of cigarette butts, and it was clearly visible that the strangle marks on the bones had turned purple-black.

Days of captivity and torture made him sink into hallucinations. He was covered in blood and scars, his lips were torn on both sides, his eye sockets were swollen, and his cloudy pupils were bloodshot. A thin layer of deep red scab formed.

He went up to the fourth floor, the walls had been demolished, and the wind was blowing from all sides. The desire to survive made him find a pile of gravel to shelter from the strong wind. He breathed out a mouthful of white mist when he opened his mouth, shivering with cold, hugging him. Tighten his knees and hit the stump backwards again and again.

"Boom-boom-boom", one sound after another, the sharp steel bars cut through his flesh, and the blood flowed down the pillar. The severe pain made him sober for a short time, and he still muttered over and over again ——

"Acheng".

Then he touched his pocket and found two toffees, which he was invited to eat at KTV that day.

Later, he was reluctant to eat any more, and carried it on his body like a talisman. Even though he had endured so many beatings and tortures, he never took it out. It was too cold today, so he only ate one, just one.

frostbitten fingers are stiff