Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

flower of evil in the shadows

The internet still didn't work, but Chen Tao tried it, and the 200 yuan just received from the bank card can be withdrawn.

He hurried to the train station and bought a standing ticket home with cash.

The ID card was no problem this time.

Chen Tao scolded his mother in his heart, while squatting in the waiting area to wait.

For a long time, he seemed to be possessed by a demon... Someone must be messing with him behind.

If he didn't have money, he wouldn't go back.

I heard that there is a very spiritual temple in city y. When I get money from my mother when I go back, he will go there and worship.

The train arrived at the station quickly, and Chen Tao squeezed up along with the crowd, and found an open space to stand firm in the compartment filled with the smell of cigarettes and urine.

At the same time, the hospital.

One of Chen Tao's parents was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a mobile phone and worrying.

One sat beside him silently, peeling an apple and a fruit knife in his hand.

The two elderly people are both old, with gray temples. Zhou Xiuhua, who is also Chen Tao's mother, is on the hospital bed. Due to chemotherapy, her hair has fallen out in pieces, making her look even older.

To save money, they live in multi-person wards with curtains drawn on both sides.

This thing is only separated by sight, not sound.

Therefore, the two spoke in a very low voice.

Zhou Xiuhua sighed first, watched her husband cut an apple into small pieces, handed it to him with a toothpick like a townsman, and still smiled: "Look at your leisure..."

She wanted to give her husband a smile.

But this heart is full of bitterness and sorrow, this smile is fleeting, and soon fades away, becoming nondescript:

"You said this kid, Taozi, is he really going to surrender himself?"

"I don't know." Chen Yuping's tone was light, his yellow and black face was like a piece of hard ground.

"I heard people say this morning," Zhou Xiuhua paused, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "You said Taozi was dead, but you didn't go to the police station to ask? He just gave me the money..."

"There's nothing to ask, just treat him as dead."

"You old man..."

Zhou Xiuhua is helpless, she knows that her husband resents her son in his heart, but why doesn't she actually resent her?

But that was their only son after all...

"I have to be ignorant. You said that Taozi doesn't work, so where does he get so much money?" Tens of thousands!

"You don't care where he comes from. If there is a problem, comrade police will come to you. If there is no problem, you can use it."

Chen Yuping lowered his head and said, bent over and picked up the apple peel that fell on the ground with his fingers, and threw it into the trash can.

Before Chen Yuping fell ill and was hospitalized, it was precisely when Chen Tao committed the crime.

This kid came to the hospital to see his old mother once, and left without saying goodbye that night.

These days, the white-eyed wolf has never called back a single call, let alone transfer some money to them...

The old couple is getting old, and there is only one child, Chen Tao, and all their life savings have been spent on him.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Zhou Xiuhua fell ill and almost had no money for hospitalization.

If it weren't for the tens of thousands of yuan that he called this morning, Zhou Xiuhua would have been discharged from the hospital and died.

It was also because of the tens of thousands of dollars that she still had hopes for Chen Tao.

But Chen Yuping was completely disappointed in this son.They have raised him for so many years, how can they only spend tens of thousands of dollars?

And that text message.

——In addition to transferring money, Chen Tao also sent a text message to Zhou Xiuhua's cell phone.

He said that he had figured it out and was going to surrender himself.

He also said, let the old couple take the money and treat their illnesses well.

After that, Chen Tao seemed to have completely disappeared. No matter how Zhou Xiuhua called or texted him, he would not answer or reply.

Zhou Xiuhua wanted to say something more.

Sensing the much quieter surroundings, Chen Yuping stood up: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Watching her husband walk out of the cubicle, Zhou Xiuhua shook her head and sighed, and ate the apple with a toothpick.

After coming back to accompany her for a while, Chen Yuping left.

The two of them don't have much savings, even if they have the money transferred by Chen Tao for emergency, they can't just sit and eat.

For his wife, Chen Yuping found a job as a porter in a supermarket, earning some money a day.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Chen woke up.

Accompanied by Xing Zhouyang, he went to the bathroom first.

After leaving the cubicle, Xing Zhouyang stood guard at the door, Yan Chen was still dizzy, and let him help her back to the ward.

The gun was taken away by Xing Zhouyang in the previous dispute, and he is now a patient with no power to restrain the chicken.

Yan Chen shrank back on the bed, her voice hoarse: "Where is my mobile phone?"

Xing Zhouyang looked at him and said nothing, of course he took the phone away - no one knows whether Yan Chen can hack technology, this is just in case.

Yan Chen suddenly turned cold.

But he didn't say anything, just lay down with his eyes closed and pulled the quilt over his head.

Xing Zhouyang: "..."

Is this a prank?No, Yan Chen should not have such emotions.

So he is, simply used to it?

Xing Zhouyang's cell phone belonging to Yan Chen that was in his pocket turned on, but he didn't notice it at all.

He stared at Yan Chen, waiting quietly.

Seeing that Yan Chen was really lying flat, she completely covered herself in the quilt, and lay down for a long time without making a sound.

Xing Zhouyang reached out and pulled his quilt away.

The young man didn't know if he fell asleep or passed out again, his breathing was steady.

But soon, he opened his eyes.

After a moment of confusion, his eyes moved from the ceiling to Xing Zhouyang: "Are you sick?"

His eyes seemed to say: Did I provoke you when I was sleeping?Let your cheap hand pick me up.

Xing Zhouyang: "..."

Xing Zhouyang: "Sleeping with the quilt covering the top of the head may lead to suffocation due to lack of oxygen."

"It has nothing to do with you." Yan Chen tried to pull back the quilt.

But he was injured, and his hand was still being transfused, let alone snatching it back, the corner of the quilt was pinched in his hand, and he couldn't even move it.

"Don't be self-willed, Yan Chen." Xing Zhouyang suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Why did you cut yourself?"

"It was you who cut me." Yan Chen retracted his hand naturally, looked up and saw Xing Zhouyang shook his head, and said with a full face:

"No, I won't hurt you."

Yan Chen's expression was calm: "A criminal policeman, how credible do you think it is to say such a thing to a murderer?"

Xing Zhouyang fell silent.

Yan Chen is right, they are on opposite sides, not to mention that Yan Yao who is the link in the middle has passed away.

If, if he could have collected all the information earlier, or if he had explained his plan to Yan Chen in advance, maybe he would not have come to this point...

But this is difficult, because "trust" has never been established between them.

Xing Zhouyang's heart was shrouded in endless sorrow: "I'm sorry."

He has already contacted Sun Yidan, and the people sent by the other party will rush over soon.

He believed that Yan Chen was well aware of this.

"I've asked someone to help me find a lawyer. I'll take you to the psychology department later and ask a doctor to issue a certificate..."

"I don't need it." Yan Chen interrupted him.

Before that, he had conveyed a word to Xing Zhouyang countless times, explicitly or implicitly: leave me alone.

"You and my sister are not married yet."

"She's dead."

"There is no relationship between us."

But Xing Zhouyang is like a donkey, stupid and stubborn, like this: "Don't be kidding, Yan Chen."

His expression could even be called serious: "Yes, Ayao has passed away, but it doesn't mean that the relationship between us has also dissipated."

"I haven't forgotten her yet."

Seeing that Yan Chen was silent, Xing Zhouyang continued: "Responsibility, obligation, love... legal relationship is the result of clearly acknowledging these things, not proof...emotion and memory are the proof. Yan Chen, you understand my mean?"

Xing Zhouyang believes that his relationship with Yan Yao has reached that point.

Therefore, he should have the same responsibility and obligation as Yan Yao, who is his elder sister, to love Yan Chen.

Of course, Xing Zhouyang believed that even Yan Yao would not allow Yan Chen to challenge the bottom line of the law.

It's just that Yan Yao can control Yan Chen.

But he can't.

Xing Zhouyang smiled wryly, he didn't know how Yan Yao usually communicated with Yan Chen.

But he knew that his attempt to communicate clearly had no effect.

Sure enough, Yan Chen looked at him calmly and indifferently: "I don't understand."

You don't need to understand either.

He is a patient.Xing Zhouyang wiped his face, and patiently followed the instructions:

"Just like you and A Yao, if she beats you, scolds you, and treats you like an enemy, will you still call her sister and listen to her?"

Yan Chen: "What do you want to say?"

Xing Zhouyang: "You see, without positive emotions and memories, the relationship between people, even with legal proof, is as fragile as a piece of paper."

"Assuming that Ayao is not related to you by blood, but she treats you the same as before... Do you think she is not your sister?"

Yan Chen: "..."

Xing Zhouyang was a little relieved: "You can't, right?"

Xing Zhouyang continued his efforts: "So, in essence, I and A Yao, A Yao and you are the same. It is emotion and memory that connect us, not a legal relationship."

"Even if A Yao dies, I will still be your brother-in-law."

"Uh..." Yan Chen didn't know how to answer.

He felt that Xing Zhouyang was secretly changing the concept, but he felt that it seemed reasonable.

After a while, Yan Chen could hold back a sentence: "We are different."

"We are the same." Xing Zhouyang repeated.

He accepts as soon as he sees it: "I have a friend who opened a private nursing home. The environment there is very good. You need to make an appointment in advance to get in and out, and you need to get the consent of the person to meet...Even if it is us, we can't bother us often."

"We", of course, represent the police.

Xing Zhouyang: "I will apply to the team and try to let you go there to recuperate. Are you willing?"

Yan Chen looked at him silently.

Before starting to act, Yan Chen had already envisioned his own ending.

Apathy syndrome alone is not enough to make him acquitted and exonerated.

For his violent murder, the legal ruling should be to initiate compulsory medical procedures.

He will be sent to a psychiatric hospital specializing in the treatment of vicious and violent criminals for compulsory medical treatment, so as not to continue to endanger society.

Only mental patients who are completely unable to control themselves, or who do not realize that their actions are breaking the law, will not be punished by the law. ①

It is not easy for Xing Zhouyang to send him to a nursing home instead of a specialized mental hospital.

He is using his career and future as a guarantee for him.

Yan Chen lowered his eyes: "Okay."

Xing Zhouyang breathed a sigh of relief, and for a moment he couldn't believe that Yan Chen agreed so quickly.

After all, no matter how good the environment is in a sanatorium, it is not exoneration, but another form of imprisonment in disguise... Many criminals will not admit their guilt, let alone accept the sanctions imposed by the law.

Once there, Yan Chen may only be able to look at the small piece of sky above the nursing home until the never-ending day of recovery arrives.

This point, Xing Zhouyang cannot change.

The two sat quietly, Yan Chen held up the water glass and let the silence spread in the ward.

After a while, Xing Zhouyang received a call and welcomed several colleagues.

They want to interrogate Yan Chen.

In criminal cases, the interrogation must be conducted at least three times to ensure the stability and consistency of the confession.

However, when there is only one criminal suspect and it is basically determined to be him, the number of times can be adjusted appropriately.

Yan Chen has no way to leave the hospital for the time being, and several police officers came to make the first record.

Of course, their real purpose was mainly to observe Yan Chen, to see if he himself had voluntarily surrendered himself as Xing Zhouyang said.

Xing Zhouyang made a point beforehand, and Yan Chen was extremely cooperative.

This was spotted by several guards.

He spoke very slowly, I don't know if it was out of habit or because his body was in a weak state, he couldn't speak a few words, so he had to stop to drink some water.

If it weren't for his clear and well-organized speech and detailed description of the crime process, they would all mistakenly think that he was deliberately delaying time.

The interrogation lasted for more than an hour, and Yan Chen's voice became increasingly hoarse and weak. During the process, he briefly fell into a light coma several times, and several police officers were a little embarrassed.

After all, they are all colleagues of Xing Zhouyang, and they know what happened before and after, and they have some sympathy for the young criminal in front of them.

This kind of sympathy is natural, as long as it does not affect their work or their fair judgment, no one will criticize them.

After the interrogation, several police officers nodded towards Xing Zhouyang.

Except for the two members who stayed behind as guards, everyone else had to leave first.

Xing Zhouyang got up to see them off.

Before Yan Chen is reviewed by the procuratorate and tried by the court, unless Yan Chen is brought back to police custody, the two guards will follow him every step of the way.

As for the conviction and sentencing, the shortest wait is another one and a half months. ②

Back in the ward, Yan Chen was drinking water from a cup.

Xing Zhouyang looked at him rather strangely: In just one afternoon, Yan Chen drank at least 1.5 liters of water...③

Isn't he uncomfortable?

Being watched by Xing Zhouyang like this, Yan Chen put down the water glass without changing his face, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Without a computer, Xing Zhouyang took his mobile phone away, and his ability on the Internet was completely restricted.

I can only hope for the kind nurse.

——Once he heard Yan Chen's voice, his mobile phone, which was taken away by Xing Zhouyang and put in his pocket, would automatically run according to the command and send a text message to the nurse.

It is also because of this that Yan Chen has been speaking very slowly since he woke up, fearing that the instructions will not be clear, or that there will be a difference in the speed of speech before and after.

"Where's my mobile phone?" Said: I'm in the hospital.

"I shot and killed Lu Hongjie." Said: The police came to the hospital.

"Oh, goodbye." Means: Police leave.

"Can you go out?" Said: The police have left-behind personnel, and the sleeping pills need to be increased.

"I'm going to the bathroom." For literal translation, the text message sent to the nurse would be: I'm going to the bathroom now, let your brother come out when he hears someone say "I'm hungry".

No matter what the "connection code" of the public restroom is set to, there is a risk of being unintentionally revealed by others.

But "I'm hungry" definitely won't.

With the help of Xing Zhouyang, Yan Chen walked slowly to the bathroom.

The smell of disinfectant here is heavier than other places, and there is almost no peculiar smell. There are not too many people, but not too few.

Like Yan Chen, it is not an exception that needs a escort to hold a bottle.

Walking into the bathroom, turning sideways to avoid contact with passers-by, Yan Chen stopped in a natural manner, turned back and said to Xing Zhou: "I'm hungry."

Xing Zhouyang: "I'll order takeaway for you later."

While the two were talking, the door of the adjacent bathroom was opened, and the person who came out coughed and gave them a strange look.

— who would stop suddenly in the bathroom and say "I'm hungry"?

Yan Chen didn't seem to notice the other person's eyes, and went straight to the door that this person walked out of, and closed the door.

The hospital is equipped with a smart flush toilet, and it is not easy to hide things in the toilet lid.

But there aren't many things he needs: syringes, sleeping pills.

Yan Chen carefully removed the hanging paper bag from the hook behind the door, took out the contents, and threw the paper into the toilet.

The winter thing is thick, and when he walked out of the bathroom, Xing Zhouyang didn't find anything wrong.

In the evening, after dinner, Yan Chen took the opportunity to put the sleeping pills into the kettle.

According to the nurse's calculations, this would only allow the two guards and Xing Zhouyang to sleep earlier and more deeply, without causing excessive damage to their bodies.

And he himself - ran to the toilet three times in the afternoon, and no one would find it strange that he didn't want to drink water in a short time.

time flies.

Ten p.m.

After Yan Chen woke up from a short sleep, Xing Zhouyang and the two guards were already lying beside his bed and the accompanying bed, sleeping peacefully.

Yan Chen got up quietly, took out her mobile phone from Xing Zhouyang's pocket, and checked whether everything was going smoothly——

In the morning, the two computers left at Xing Zhouyang's home successfully allowed Chen Tao to buy a ticket and go home through the exchange of phone data and voice synthesis.

In the afternoon, Chen Tao and the police arrived at the hospital one after another, and had a big fight with his father during dinner time.

The latter believed the computer and later pretended to be Chen Tao, and sent the past text message: Even if he surrendered himself, he would have to spend many years in prison, so Chen Tao regretted it.

Chen Tao's father was driven away by this unfilial son, while Chen Tao himself stayed with his mother, Zhou Xiuhua, to "accompany" him.

——After all, he had nowhere to go, so he acted like a good boy to curry favor with Zhou Xiuhua, and he could find a way to get money from her.

Yan Chen controlled the computer remotely with a blank expression, turned off the alarm in the ward, put away the phone, opened the door and left.

The hospital at night is still noisy.

The light from the incandescent lamps was more deserted than in the daytime, Yan Chen pushed open the door of the multi-person ward.

On bed No. 4, he saw a man lying soundly asleep beside his old mother's bed.

The man's fingers were smoky and yellow, which was proof of years of smoking. Besides, his age and clothes matched him.

The old man on the hospital bed is still awake.

The old man was lying on a high pillow and seemed to have cervical spondylosis, but he still looked down at Chen Tao with his head down.

Her old hand fell on Chen Tao's hair, stroking the greasy black hair on top of his head from time to time.

She looked at her child kindly, with love and hatred in her eyes.

Watching this scene, Yan Chen paused slightly.

But the old man spotted him first: "Young man, what are you doing standing here?"

When eating at night, Chen Tao felt bored, so he opened the curtain beside her bed and did not put it back.

So Zhou Xiuhua was not surprised that Yan Chen was looking at him, but he had never seen him before, so he was a little curious.

Yan Chen was silent for a moment, then casually pointed to the bed next to her. There was an old man lying there. When he came, the other person just happened to be helped to the toilet: "I'm going to see grandpa."

Zhou Xiuhua then nodded, suddenly realized: "It's so late, it's not easy for you young people..."

"Come on, young man, sit down." She waved to Yan Chen, took an orange from the bedside, and handed it to Yan Chen.

Yan Chen took the orange and heard her say, "My son bought this for me."

Yan Chen recalled what he heard when he was at Xing Zhouyang's house and urgently collected data: "Before he left, he said that he was going to buy me oranges to eat. I waited and waited, but I couldn't wait for him. My life is miserable." ah……"

With a smile on Zhou Xiuhua's face, Yan Chen lowered his head and put a piece of orange into his mouth, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face: "It's delicious, very sweet, thank you."

Zhou Xiuhua laughed even more happily.

In all fairness, the young man's tone was more perfunctory than when her son coaxed her, but she just felt that the young man was quite...how do you say it in young people's terms?cute?

Zhou Xiuhua shook his head, and chatted softly with Yan Chen.

The old man in the next bed came back, Yan Chen didn't say anything, and she didn't seem to notice.

Chatting and chatting, the old man's voice gradually lowered, Yan Chen looked up and saw that she was asleep.

"I'm sorry." Yan Chen murmured softly, lowered his head, stood up, took out the syringe from his pocket, and pushed it into Chen Tao's body.

After a while, one person walked out slowly from the multi-person ward, walked all the way to the hospital lobby, and walked out of the building.

The taxi stopped at the door, the driver picked up his passenger, and heard the thin young man whisper, "Go to the cemetery."

"Okay, put on your seat belt."

The night wind blew through the shadows under the hospital building, and the car left the shadows, drove into the illumination of the street lights, and drove into the light.

In the multi-person ward, the old man turned over silently, pulled up the quilt, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and blocked the sobs in his throat.

The author says:

① The data comes from the Internet;

②Internet inquiry: The fastest sentence for homicide cases is two to three months, depending on the actual circumstances of the case.The public security investigation stage generally takes one month at the fastest; the procuratorate’s review and prosecution stage generally takes half a month at the fastest; the court trial stage generally takes one month at the fastest.

(This is the first time I know, it feels a bit slow...)

③The kettle is 2 liters to 3.7 liters, the author can drink a pot in one afternoon, 1.5 liters should not be an exaggeration... _(:з"∠)_;

④ If the air injection exceeds 20ml, it is extremely easy to die, which is not explained in the article.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!