God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

"Tick tock, tick tock—" The liquid medicine fell from the infusion tube, causing circles of ripples in the vial.

The condition of the hospital in the town is really limited, the decoration style is still in the 80s, the walls are painted with green paint, there are pits and holes, and there is a sense of simplicity and oldness everywhere.

On the hospital bed, the thin quilt is even difficult to outline. The thin body of the person below, his breathing is so weak that he can hardly hear him, and because of a big hole in the back of his head, he can only lie on his side. The slender fingers are also slightly swollen now.

Yao Jingrong sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, as if he was in deep thought.

The door rang, and a little nurse came in from the outside, looked at the infusion situation, wrote something in the notebook, and tucked the quilt for the patient thoughtfully.

Seeing that since entering this room, Yao Jingrong, the little nurse kindly reminded: "You have been guarding here for two days, and you haven't looked at it? You can eat something." Things, do you want to bring you a dinner, or else? If this continues, you will not be able to bear it."

Yao Jingrong remained motionless, like an ice sculpture, but didn't raise his head or respond to the nurse's kind inquiries.

The nurse stopped wasting words with him, turned on the night light next to the hospital bed, and walked out gently.

It has been two full days since Wen Xichun returned to the ground from Heishui Village. Wen Xichun just slept like this for two days. The doctor said that his condition is not serious, but it is not optimistic. The back of his head is already fragile, so what? After being stabbed by a hoe, fortunately, he didn't hurt his vitals, but because he wasted too much time when he was delivered, he fell into a coma. How long it will take to wake up depends on the patient. own will.

Alan has been taken to the local police station for interrogation. According to news from Huang Jiu, the interrogation process was very difficult. She didn't reply to the police's question, but kept mumbling and repeating something. Three-faced god".

After investigation, the police confirmed that Alan's grandmother was indeed killed by Alan, and found the murder weapon and an old book full of strange words from her home, and the book contained what she said in her mouth. ? "Three-faced God".

As for what the three-faced god is, I can't find any records about this kind of god on the Internet.

After what seemed like a century, Yao Jingrong finally raised his head.

He slowly stretched out two hands, and gently held Wen Xichun's. His fingertips were rubbing against the heart of his hand.

"I said a long time ago that kindness will bring you trouble, but you just don't listen." He chuckled, "That's why you're lying on the bed like this now, and the police station is still there ? You must be very anxious to interrogate Alan, but you can't go to the scene to interrogate yourself in a hurry."

Yao Jingrong gently raised Wen Xichun's hand, and her pale lips gently kissed his knuckles piously and tenderly.

"Wake up quickly? After waking up, we'll go back to Huiyuan together. We can rest as long as we want."

The people on the hospital bed were silent, and they didn't know if they had heard these heartfelt words, but they didn't give any reaction.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyelashes were like a black-tailed butterfly resting at the corner of his eyes, fluttering its wings slightly.

"Do you remember the first? sentence you said when we two met for the first time."

"You were still young at the time. Although you were scared when you first saw me, you didn't dare to raise your head, but you said, 'Are you the only one?'" Speaking of this, Yao Jingrong's There was a faint smile on his lips.

"You may have forgotten that you used to rely on me so much. Even if I wasn't around, you would cook two dinners and finish the other one quietly. At that time, you still had some meat and your stomach was soft ?, but now? Why are you so thin? "

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden knock on the door in a hurry.

The touching emotions that Yao Jingrong brewed came to an abrupt end.

He clenched his fists secretly, and said coldly, "Go in."

The door opened, and a furry head poked outside, then slipped in tiptoeing like a thief.

"Section Chief Yao, go to sleep for a while, and I'll watch over you." Tong Si moved a chair and sat next to him. He hadn't had any good eyesight all this time. He also perfectly maintained his personality at this time. .

Yao Jingrong watching? Don’t even bother to watch? He said, “Just talk about it.”

Tong Si shrugged secretly, took the file bag and handed it over: "This? It was found in the home of the suspect Qi Lan? The information about the books recorded by the Three-faced God."

Yao Jingrong looked at the document bag from the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

"One of them, I don't know if it is considered important information, is that this so-called "three-faced god" is actually an "four-faced god" with four faces, and is an "incarnation" of evil spirits, but in this story, among them A face god was removed from the priesthood because he fell into the secular world and fell in love with human beings, and he can only be reinstated after he kills the person he loves."

Tong Si said, intentionally or unintentionally, quietly glanced at the man beside him, his gaze shifted from his face to the hand he was holding Wen Dui's little hand tightly.

Tong Si was crying in his heart, why were all his previous captains gay?Why?

"Don't take the stories that human beings make up by themselves, don't take them seriously." Yao Jingrong finally responded mercifully to him.

However, the wording of this sentence is a bit strange. "Human beings" make up their own imaginations. Why do they speak in such a tone as if he is overlooking all living beings and knows everything? God.Tong Si pursed his lips, and turned his gaze to the text team who are still in a coma.

"How is Team Wen's situation? The doctor said when he will wake up."

"Do you have anything else to do? Come out if you have nothing to do? Go." Yao Jingrong's tone was full of impatience.

Tong Si pursed his lips, and simply sat down on Wen Xichun's bed: "Section Chief Yao, the Wen team belongs to all of us? I'm also worried? He, I'll come to watch the night tonight."

The word vigil sounds a bit like a vigil, Yao Jingrong stood up suddenly, lifted Tong Si by his collar and dragged him outside.

"Section Chief Yao! It's not right for you to do this! You can't make the mistake of personal heroism!" Tong Si firmly grasped the edge of the bed, his upper body rolling around on Wen Xichun's lap.

Yao Jingrong looked at the wobbly little bed under Wen Xichun's body which was wobbled by Tong Si, and quickly let go of his grip, with unconcealable anger in his eyes: "Get down, get out."

Tong Si grabbed the bed and shivered: "Section Chief Yao..."

"You pressed my IV tube."

Yao Jingrong was furious: "When will I press your infusion tube..."

No, this? Voice, no!

He immediately looked over to the hospital bed. On his pale face, a pair of apricot-like eyes fluttered slightly, his expression weak and powerless.

"Team Wen! You're awake!" Tong Si jumped out of bed and rushed towards his beloved Team Wen.

It's just that the hand didn't touch their Wen team, but the body suddenly hung in the air, and before they could react, they were thrown out violently.

"Wen, Wen Xichun, you're awake." Yao Jingrong's fingertips trembled slightly, and he walked quickly to his bedside, looking at his pale face.

Wen Xichun moved his hands slowly, thinking it was funny.At some point, Yao Jingrong stuttered.

"You guys have been arguing all the time, I really... can't sleep." Wen Xichun shook his head, and felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

He couldn't help frowning, and even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Yao Jingrong looked at him, then slowly sat down beside his bed, turned his head slightly, and looked at Tong Si with a decisive gaze, the subtext was obvious.

Tong Si sighed lightly, and he was quite conscious. It was probably the first time he had eyesight. He pushed open the door and walked out, not forgetting to close the door thoughtfully.

Wen Xichun felt thirsty, glanced at the glass on the bedside table, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to get it.

"Want to drink water?" Yao Jingrong hurriedly took the cup and handed it over.

Wen Xichun tried to lean his lips against the edge of the cup, but found it inconvenient, so he had to help the bed with both hands to slowly rise up.

Yao Jingrong also hurriedly helped him up. With that movement, Wen Xichun instantly thought of the little eunuch beside the emperor.

He reluctantly took a sip of water, looked at the infusion bottle hanging above, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely, "How long have I been lying down..."

"Two days, you can still lie down for another two days."

"What's going on with Alan..."

Yao Jingrong just wanted to say that the interrogation is still underway, but then he thought, if he knew that the police station still couldn't find any clues, he changed the subject and said, "It's all done."

Wen Xichun frowned in pain: "What did you say?"

"Because the family in Heishui Village made their fortunes by relying on metaphysics, many people came here because of their reputation, disturbing their leisure time. They moved here from the south and hid themselves underground to avoid being disturbed by the world. Several developers wanted to demolish it, so Alan hoped to summon the so-called three-faced evil god and curse those people to die without burial.

"It's about Huiyuan? Those dead people have something to do with it..."

"Yes, including you and me, it's all related. Alan's grandma specially went out to the mountain to find a geomantic treasure according to the Nine Gates of Yin Dun, and selected nine people as blood sacrifices for summoning the three-faced god according to their birthdays. The Nine Dao Talismans represent these nine people, but among them, these nine people also include herself."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes: "So Alan killed her grandma."

"Well, not only that, but the witch spirit among them brainwashed the rest of them, destroying their spiritual will, so those people also voluntarily inscribed spells and became blood sacrifices, but He Yan was different. , She was bought by money? I hope that with money, my sister can live a good life in the future."

"Who is the witch spirit..."

"That's the one who started reporting the crime? That girl met the one who was carrying the head on Leigonggou Mountain? The one."

"Whose head is it?..."

See? Wen Xichun asked more and more vigorously. Yao Jingrong was afraid that he had just woken up and hadn't recovered, so he suddenly said: "When you get better, go to the police station to look up the information yourself. I'm not yours? Subordinate, I have no obligation." Tell you how much it is."

Wen Xichun barely propped his head up and stared at him.

From this point of view, when a person encounters unfavorable things, his will is too easily destroyed. Think about the philanthropist at Songyue Girls' High School, and look at these few volunteers Wen Xichun was in a daze for someone who knew his own life in such a tragic way.

I always feel that this scene is familiar.

"I still want to ask." Yao Jingrong raised his head, and Wen Xichun's frail figure was in his eyes, "Why did you block that blow for me at that time?"

Wen Xichun's eyes were empty, and he seemed to be careless? He said: "Thinking like that? I just did it. There is no reason."

"Would it be the same if it were someone else?"

"Ah."

Yao Jingrong pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth: "So I'm not special? That one, right?"

Wen Xichun couldn't figure out what Yao Jingrong was thinking more and more. He just woke up, his head was still a little dazed, and his heart was a little irritated. He turned around and was about to scold this ignorant person— —

But? Suddenly found out.

His eyes were very red, and his pupils were covered with a layer of water vapor, but he was still smiling.

The words that came to his mouth were swallowed abruptly, Wen Xichun turned his head away, looked at his hand with the infusion needle stuck in it, and said nothing.

"Then you rest first, I'll call a doctor for you." Yao Jingrong stood up and helped Wen Xichun tuck the quilt.

"You really like me?"

Just as soon as he stepped on the door, he heard such a sentence from behind.

He turned his head slowly and saw Wen Xichun leaning on the head of the bed, the hospital gown was stained orange by the dim light.

"Hmm." After thinking about it, there was only such a simple "hmm".

Wen Xichun clenched his hands tightly, his head was empty, and he didn't know what to think.

"Then... when did it start?"

Yao Jingrong smiled, her eyes were full of loneliness: "Maybe it was very early, or maybe it was a certain moment."

Wen Xichun lowered his head and seemed to think for a long time before slowly saying:

"Thank you for your kindness, but I think it might... We are not suitable, you are a man? I am also, and I am in an important position, so I cannot be gossiped by others."

Yao Jingrong was slightly taken aback.

"Understood, you can rest." Leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and walked out of the ward.

****

Wen Xichun stood beside the bed with a thick bandage wrapped around his head, beside him was Tong Si who was busy helping to pack his luggage.

He took a look behind Tong Si's empty body, thought for a while, and then asked softly, "Why didn't Section Chief Yao come?"

"Oh, he's waiting below. Why do you care so much, Team Wen? He, the one who helped you pack up? But it's me!"

After staying in the hospital for half a month, although the wound has not healed yet, after receiving the order from the hospital that "you can leave the hospital", Wen Xichun, who could not lie down for a long time, immediately asked to return to Huiyuan General Administration.

Downstairs in the hospital, there are a lot of familiar faces. They rushed over and hugged Wen Xichun one by one: "Boss! I miss you so much!"

Wen Xichun calmly pushed away these warm little faces, and looked at someone who cared very much without a trace of sight.

But did not see his figure.

"Where's Section Chief Yao?" Wen Xichun asked in a low voice.

Tong Si leaned in front of him and lowered his voice as much as possible: "Why do you keep asking Section Chief Yao today? He went back yesterday and said that he had some work to deal with. You...have a fight?"

Thinking of Yao Jingrong's lonely figure, Wen Xichun raised his hand and rubbed Tong Si's head: "What's the matter with him? I'm not a three-year-old kid, but I'm just curious because I haven't seen anyone else." That's all."

"Team Wen." After hearing these words, Tong Si's expression suddenly changed, and he was extremely serious, "Do you know that curiosity is the beginning of a relationship."

"Then, do you know, how much? The mouth is the deduction of all the bonuses? It's a hint." Wen Xichun smiled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly watery.

A group of pedestrians got into the car and marched towards Huiyuan City.

In the car, Wen Xichun was always thinking about his work, so he extended his hand to Tong Si: "Show me Qi Lan's interrogation transcript."

Tong Si took out his tablet: "I really admire you, Team Wen. You never forget your work at this moment. Do you want to work hard like this?"

Wen Xichun opened the tablet and looked at Qi Lan's interrogation records.

Sure enough, just as Yao Jingrong said, the source of everything is the land that the developer wanted to demolish. In order to defend his homeland, Alan killed his mother-in-law to summon the so-called three-faced evil god, and chose nine blood sacrifices For her use?.

As for the head of the witch spirit, I didn't say who it was, I only knew it was a man, but the truth can only be known after finding this witch spirit.

Wen Xichun saw that his head hurt a little, he turned off the tablet and returned it to Tong Si, rubbing the center of his brows wearily.

The scene of flying past outside the window gradually moved away from Heishui Village.

"Speaking of which, how did you find this place?" Wen Xichun asked casually.

"Hmm...it's the message from Chief Yao. He's been sharing the route with us all the way."

Wen Xichun smiled, sure enough, this person is really afraid of death?

But even though he was so afraid of death, he knew what he might face after entering the seventh floor, but he followed him without hesitation.

Wen Xichun suddenly thought of this point, and moved his fingers.

There was a strange feeling in my heart.

"Either way, once a person's last line of psychological defense is defeated, all the secrets will cease to be secrets." Tong Si suddenly said such a sentence of unknown meaning next to him. ?talk.

"What do you mean?" Wen Xichun squinted at him.

"What could it be? Isn't it that Qi Lan." Tong Si opened the window, and the breeze came through the gap, lifting their hair.

"I heard that it was very difficult to interrogate in the early stage, and they didn't take hard and soft. They all wanted to lure a confession, but this time? The girl's mouth seemed to be welded to death. She couldn't open her mouth after being beaten to death. I don't know what the police station is using ? What is the solution? After half a month of hard work, the girl finally made a full move last night."

With a "snap", a certain string in the body suddenly broke.

Wen Xichun slowly opened his eyes wide, and slowly looked towards Tong Si: "You mean, she only recruited last night..."

"Yeah, I've never seen such a difficult trial, let me tell you..."

Tong Si was still rambling on and on, but Wen Xichun didn't even listen to a single word.

Qi Lan just recruited last night? Then Yao Jingrong... how did he know... about the Three-faced evil god? Everything...