misplaced survival

Jiang Xiyan's mind sank, and he was silent for a long time.

As far as he can remember, his parents are rarely at home because of work, but when he was a child, he brought home the certificate, and his parents would be very happy. Although they are still very busy, they still take time to go home to accompany him He and the family have a meal together.

Later, gradually, he got back the certificate, and all he got was praise.

He wondered if his parents could pay attention to him again as long as he got better grades.

Since then, his only goal is to climb up and get better grades.

Interest, hobbies, happiness, these words are very strange to him.

Jiang Xiyan's face was expressionless, and he nodded with a smile, "I see, thank you Dad."

After he finished speaking, he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car.

Jiang Yi waved goodbye to his son and told him, "Call me when the presentation is over, and Dad will pick you up."

"Thank you Dad." Jiang Xiyan thanked again, turned and walked into the school.

Hearing his son's thanks, Jiang Yi always felt uncomfortable. He looked at his son's receding back, sighed with regret, and suddenly remembered that this strange discomfort came from his son's alienation.

They have always been proud that their son is very sensible and don't need them to worry about it.He also naturally felt that his son should be so sensible, so he always focused on his work and rarely communicated with his son.

But his understanding of his son lags far behind his son's growth. The so-called sensibility is nothing but the city defense established early, and even their parents are blocked.

The hot summer sun is scorching, and the moisture in the air seems to be evaporated, making passers-by hot and suffocating.

Jiang Xiyan walked into the school quickly, and didn't slow down until the tree shade covered his head.

He looked towards the noise not far away, and saw that the police officers were still busy investigating the scene by the side of the playground under the sun.

The students were very curious about the murder case, but no one dared to get close to it. Seeing Jiang Xiyan approaching, there was even more discussion.

Jiang Xiyan's eyes were clean and clear, especially clear in the scorching heat. He walked peacefully among the crowd, as if he could isolate the hustle and bustle around him and preserve the square inch of the world around him.

The class bell rang on time, and Yang Zhao ran wildly with his schoolbag on his shoulders. When he ran to the door, he suddenly remembered that he was no longer a senior in high school. Why was he nervous?

As soon as he entered the school gate, he saw many people pointing fingers at Jiang Xiyan, so he immediately ran forward with a frown, and gave them a fierce look, "You are not the ones being hunted down, of course you can make sarcastic remarks, but you better be careful. Who knows if the murderer will target other people, when the time comes..."

Seeing Yang Zhao's eyes looking at him, the crowd that was still noisy just now suddenly fell silent, and dispersed one after another to go to his class.

Yang Zhao stepped forward quickly and called out to the person in front, "Jiang Xiyan!"

Seeing Jiang Xiyan stop, Yang Zhao jumped in front of him with a smile, "Science No. [-], it's exactly what I thought! Guess how much I took?"

He knew that Jiang Xiyan was not a joker, so he said something on his own, looking at him expectantly, hoping to get a guess.

"One book." Jiang Xiyan said indifferently.

Yang Zhao pursed his lips, somewhat lacking in interest, "It's boring, you can guess it right away."

Jiang Xiyan smiled, "You are not bad at all, after a whole year of catching up in the third year of high school, it is not surprising that you can get this result."

But Yang Zhao is very clear about how he got his grades. He changed from his previous idleness, stood upright in front of Jiang Xiyan, bowed deeply, and said sincerely: "Thank you! If it wasn't for you, I guess I don’t even have the courage to take the college entrance examination.”

Jiang Xiyan didn't think so, "You wrote the words, and you answered the questions. I just helped a little, and the main thing is you."

"Don't be humble." Yang Zhao pulled the shoulder bag that was about to slide down, and looked at Jiang Xiyan curiously, "I have always admired doctors since I was a child. I didn't dare to think about it before, but now that the score is out, I Want to try it. How about you?"

"no idea."

Seeing Jiang Xiyan shaking his head, Yang Zhao wondered, "You don't have to worry about the score, why don't you have any ideas?"

Jiang Xiyan looked at Yang Zhao with a little envy in his eyes. This was the first time he asked Yang Zhao a question, "How...how did you find your goal?"

Yang Zhao tilted his head, "When you ask me that, my mind is also empty. However, when I watched the doctor rescue my grandma who had almost had a stroke, I felt that they were like gods. Since then, I have been I want to be a doctor, I want to be like them, and try my best to save people!"

Hearing this, a sentence echoed in Jiang Xiyan's mind unconsciously, it was that person who dragged him back from the abyss.

"We'll protect you, always."

He tried to ask Captain Huang about the police uncle who called him that night, but got no results.But what he was sure of was that he would always remember this gratitude.

"Ache! Ache!"

Song Zhou sneezed twice, rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and continued to look at the files on his phone.

Lin Yue glanced worriedly, and asked: "Captain, you don't have a cold! You haven't rested since the flood discharge, why don't I go with Tao Zi today, you go back and rest!"

"I'm fine, it's just a sudden itchy nose." Song Zhou also wondered, he has always been in good health and hasn't been sick for many years, he probably just didn't get used to the smell of the stove fire in the village.

They drove a little further and entered Changping Village.

The content of the dossier of the suitcase throwing corpse case ten years ago seems incomplete now, and there are still many things that need to be added.If they want to re-investigate these cases, they still need to visit the site.

Tao Yiran suddenly squeezed up from the back seat, and said with a smile, "Captain! Maybe someone misses you!"

"Probably the murderer." Song Zhou shook his head with a smile, and continued to look at the information about Gao Zhiqiang in the phone.

When he came to Changping Village this time, in addition to investigating the three deceased from Changping Village in the suitcase dumping case, he also wanted to investigate Gao Zhiqiang, who was also from Changping Village and died very close in time.

Gao Zhiqiang's autopsy report showed that there were multiple fighting injuries on his body surface. The deceased's scalp had bleeding spots left when he was torn apart during his lifetime. The left and right temporal tops and occipital parts had obvious fracture characteristics, and the central area of ​​the injury extended to the surrounding areas. Reflexively extended fracture lines were not interconnected, and the site of severe brain contusion coincided with the focal point of the skull fracture.

To put it simply, Gao Zhiqiang's death was caused by blunt violence, and the murderer hit the deceased more than three times.

Gao Zhiqiang's case happened between the third and fourth cases of dumping corpses in suitcases, because the murderer's modus operandi in the case of dumping corpses in suitcases was gradually simplified, which was obviously different from Gao Zhiqiang's case.

In addition, there was no leather suitcase from the beginning to the end of the Gao Zhiqiang case, so the police did not join the case when they were investigating.

Maybe he was suspicious, he always felt that these cases were not as simple as they imagined.