reverse trapping

The lights in the interrogation room were still dim.

Shen Jinzhi's fingertips were on the edge of the chair, and the flesh under the nails was pressed red and white.

"Thinking of it this way, your life seems to be pretty big." He said with a smile, "But it seems useless."

He folded his hands and leaned back, but there was nothing left: "You have become boring, and you have no reaction at all. Is it because the side effects of the treatment that year have continued to this day?"

Shen Jinzhi's teeth grinded slightly, but he still didn't speak after all.

He picked up the pen and paper on the table and pressed them on the paper one by one.

He pushed the paper with key words written on it to Police Officer Fang, and every part of the paper that was cut by the flow of his pen tore Shen Jinzhi's seemingly calm skin, trying to reveal the depression inside.

After 10 minutes, the two walked out of the interrogation room.

Shen Jinzhi took out his glasses and put them on, and said in a low voice, "He has been using words to stimulate the victim. Fortunately, I was the one who went in."

Officer Fang squeezed the note that Shen Jinzhi handed over before: "I didn't expect you to be so calm. Before you handed me the note, I was already planning to take you away."

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes: "Any redundant words and deeds may interfere with the police, and then affect the investigation of the next case, I understand."

Officer Fang licked his lips.

Shen Jinzhi continued: "The meaningless venting of emotions cannot change the result. What I need to do is something that can change the result."

There was an outrageous calmness in the words.

Officer Fang didn't know what to say, he just twisted the note in his hand and said, "Your reminder is very useful, thank you."

Shen Jinzhi nodded lightly amid the sound of scraping the note: "That's good."

He didn't speak any more, and walked out along the empty corridor.

The night suppressed the last trace of color in the dusk, and a drop of tear overflowed from the damp mask and remained in the lonely corridor.

Shen Jinzhi walked out of the police station and stopped a car casually: "Master, the former site of the Beichi Mental Disease Hospital."

"what?"

The driver glanced back at the messy man and said nothing more.

Shen Jinzhi never took off his mask, and two layers of thick cloth were tightly pressed outside his mouth and nose, increasing his suffocation.

The street scene outside the window roared past, not a single inch of light would stay in the carriage for a second longer.

The prosperous scene gradually passed away, and the vehicles became more and more remote.

The quieter it was outside, the more he felt the pain in his heart.

The vehicle was parked in front of the original site of the hospital.

Shen Jinzhi got out of the car slowly, and looked at the empty building that was burned to the bone.

It stayed like this for three years, recording the pain of countless people in those years.

A gust of north wind blew by, and the cold air seemed to carry a smoky breath.

Shen Jinzhi wanted to move forward, but his steps seemed to be fixed on the barren ground, unable to move an inch.

In the empty space, Shen Jinzhi's cell phone vibrated untimely.

He didn't want to answer the phone at first, but remembered that he asked Cheng Muze to wake him up before leaving, so he took out his phone again.

Looking at the phone number on the screen, Shen Jinzhi hesitated for a moment, then clicked to answer.

"Hello, this is the Second People's Hospital of Beichi City. We found your phone number in the emergency contact column of Mr. Cheng Muze. There was a fire in the hotel where Mr. Cheng stayed. He is currently receiving treatment in our hospital and has not yet recovered. Is it convenient for you to come here?"

Shen Jinzhi's breathing stagnated, and a huge gap split open in the camouflage he was barely holding on to.

He lost all his composure, crashed and ran towards the side of the road, recklessly blocking cars on the sparsely trafficked road.

A taxi stopped on the side of the road, and he immediately went to meet it.

"How can you stop the car like this? Almost hit you." The driver waved his hand, "I'm rushing to take over the shift, so I won't hold anyone back."

Shen Jinzhi stopped him in a panic: "Beichi Second People's Hospital, I'll pay three times the fare, no, ten times, my wife is in danger, please."

The driver gritted his teeth: "OK, OK, come up."

In the quiet carriage, the sound of pinching knuckles creaked.

The driver couldn't bear it and said: "Oh, don't worry, it makes me worry. It will definitely be fine, and I won't charge you double the fare. Take it easy."

Outside the window, the indicated road sign flashed past, leaving the words "Chichun Road" in Shen Jinzhi's sight for a short time.

Afterwards, Shen Jin went numb and asked the driver dully, "Master, what's the name of this road?"

The driver answered confusedly: "Chi Chunlu, what's wrong?"

Shen Jinzhi looked away dully, completely forgetting to reply.

Time opened a long period of suffering.

After arriving at the gate, Shen Jinzhi left the fare and went in without looking back.

After rushing to the emergency department, Shen Jinzhi met Cheng Muze under the guidance of the nurse.

"Asha."

He yelled tremblingly at the end, but the person lying on the bed didn't give him any response.

The doctor said to him: "Don't worry too much, the examination has been done, and he should be sleeping."

The man standing beside the doctor quickly echoed, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

The man bowed: "I'm a hotel worker. The resident next to Mr. Cheng's room smoked on the bed and left halfway, which caused the fire. The fire was brought under control in time, and only a small amount of smoke entered Mr. Cheng's room."

Shen Jinzhi didn't speak, but just stared at Cheng Muze who was lying on the bed motionlessly.

Looking at the wrinkles between his brows, Shen Jinzhi stretched out his hand to reach over.

Before his fingertips touched the opponent's skin, Cheng Mu suddenly opened his eyes.

Cheng Mu suddenly stood up from the bed, and looked around in horror, especially the hand closest to him.

Shen Jinzhi hurriedly withdrew his hand and pulled off the mask.

"Asha, it's me."

The last piece of the memory puzzle was inserted into the puzzle, and finally made up for the missing three years.

The pain of that year is vivid in my mind, and it has penetrated into my bones inch by inch.

Cheng Mu was breathing unsteadily, and his eyes gradually focused.

Under Shen Jinzhi's gentle gaze, the uncertainty in his eyes gradually faded away.

Cheng Mu raised his hand slowly, and Shen Jinzhi immediately leaned over.

Cheng Mu caressed the strangle marks left by the mask on his face: "How did you do it?"

The voice choked by the smoke was slightly hoarse, and every syllable rolled over Shen Jinzhi's sore heart.

"It will be all right soon."

Cheng Mu leaned forward, kissed the red mark, and read Shen Jinzhi's words.

"Well, it'll be all right soon."

He swallowed his throat: "Jin Zhi... I don't want to stay in the hospital, I hate the smell of disinfectant here."

"it is good."

"I want to go back to Jinsong." Cheng Mu continued, "The air in Beichi is not fresh, I don't like it anymore."

"Okay," Shen Jinzhi replied again, "Then I'll take you home, to our home."

Shen Jinzhi got up, took out a business card from his inner pocket, and handed it to the person in charge of the hotel: "Please send his luggage, please contact me for any follow-up matters."

He ignored the man's reaction, returned to Cheng Muze's side, and asked in a low voice, "Axia, can I hug you?"

Cheng Mu nodded.

Shen Jinzhi picked him up horizontally, passed through all kinds of gazes, and led his A-Xia on the way home.

They caught the return flight.

Along the way, Cheng Mu leaned on Shen Jinzhi's shoulder, drowsy.

As soon as he got home, he pointed to his room and said to Shen Jinzhi: "I'm a little tired, can I go to rest first?"

Shen Jinzhi only replied "OK".

The night is long and painful.

Cheng Mu forced himself to sleep again and again, but kept waking up in the fear of the past.

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

He got up and opened the curtains to see the moonlight tonight.

Bright and clear, so pure that it appears only in paintings.

The view brought him some peace, but it was a pity that the angle of the room was not good enough to accommodate too much moonlight.

Cheng Mu walked out of the room, wanting to watch the moon in the living room.

Before the door was closed, he found another figure in the living room.

Shen Jinzhi was leaning on the coffee table and sitting on the floor, the moonlight poured on him, drawing a cold outline.

The living room is mixed with a strong smell of alcohol, mixing and entangled with the moonlight wantonly.

Cheng Mu froze and approached step by step, and a dozen wine bottles, large and small, came into his sight.

Dim light passed through the crooked glass wine bottle, casting sharp shadows on the floor.

Shen Jinzhi's face was blushing even in the dark, and his neat clothes and hair were messed up.

Cheng Mu squatted down, just about to open his mouth to call him, but accidentally found a box placed beside him.

A box he had never seen before.

Cheng Mu picked up the iron box against the light, and the train tickets and plane tickets full of them came into his eyes.

He panickedly grabbed a stack of tickets, and countless words of "Beichi City" at the destination were branded on his heart.

A box full of tickets, either direct or transfer, each trip is from Jinsong to Beichi.

Never miss a holiday.

Cheng Mu fell down beside Shen Jinzhi.

Only now did he finally understand the meaning of the words Shen Jinzhi sent him the day he found out that Shen Jinzhi was the consultant.

"In order to find you, I moved into the eyes of a bird, and often stared at the passing wind."

Shen Jinzhi was not only waiting for him, but also never stopped looking for him.

Cheng Mu's eyes moved down and settled on the paper that Shen Jinzhi was holding.

He carefully opened Shen Jinzhi's fingers and took out a crumpled air ticket.

Cheng Muze's heart skipped a beat as he silently read the time on the ticket.

September [-]th was the day when the hospital fire broke out three years ago.

On that day, Shen Jinzhi actually came to Beichi to look for him...

There were traces of wet handwriting on the front of the ticket. Cheng Mu turned the ticket and looked at the dry handwriting written on the back.

The names of some streets in Beichi are written on it, which should be the traces left to record the search for the route.

And the last line of these characters contains the name of a certain street.

Chichun Road.

The former site of Beichi Mental Disease Hospital.

Cheng Mu's mind went blank.

Beside him, Shen Jinzhi twitched his knuckles lightly.

He opened his eyes dejectedly, and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

His lips moved, but he couldn't say a word, only the tears that flowed silently spoke of remorse silently.

On the day Cheng Mu almost lost his life, he obviously went to Beichi, walked that road, and even saw the deadly thick smoke from a distance.

But he failed to get there and rescue his suffering A-Xia.

Tears trickled down to the floor, every drop leaking through his shattered toughness.

"Asha."

His voice trembled: "I'm useless."