Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi ran far away, and only borrowed a phone from a small newspaper kiosk selling magazines, and called an ambulance.

After struggling to explain the location of the Tongzilou, Chi Xiaochi, who had already exhausted his physical strength, gathered up the little bit of strength he had and ran to where he came from.

Many years later, he still remembers the part of the road he ran.

In summer, the asphalt road exudes a strong smell of coal tar, which becomes even more unbearable when it is scalded by the hot air, and it is mixed with the bloody smell from the sand in the throat.

This breath enveloped Chi Xiaochi's 14-year-old July.

Later, whenever he thought of this day, this smell swirled around him like the wind.

Along the way, he stopped two or three motorcycles, but he was wearing a small vest and shorts, and he could tell at a glance that he had no money on him. The few cars that stopped asked him if he had any money.

When they heard that it was a major event related to human life, they ran faster.

It's all small businesses, and if you delay for one day, you will lose one day's money.

Everyone calculated clearly.

When Chi Xiaochi ran back downstairs, Lou Ying and Zhu Shoucheng were gone. There were fresh wheel marks on the ground, a pool of dark red blood, and a few blood-stained stones.

He ran to the hospital.

There is only one small hospital in the urban-rural fringe, so Chi Xiaochi has only one destination.

Chi Xiaochi rushed into the crude emergency building.

He asked the nurse at the consulting office: "Which operating room is the patient just brought in?"

The nurse raised her head: "Four patients were admitted in just half an hour. Which one are you talking about?"

"Lou Ying."

"Don't mention the names. None of the four have registered in detail yet."

As she spoke, the nurse spread out the incompletely registered critical condition record book, and pushed her glasses: "Two drivers, one had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and the other fell from upstairs. Which one do you ask?"

Chi Xiaochi: "It fell from upstairs."

"Who are you?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "I am his younger brother."

"biological?"

Chi Xiaochi lied: "My own."

"That's okay." The old nurse put down the register and looked at him from above the glasses, "... so your parents still have something to think about."

Chi Xiaochi looked at the nurse, feeling numb in his heart.

He seemed to understand what the nurse said, but he didn't understand it.

"Turn right at the end of the second floor. Hurry up." The nurse said, "It will be sent to the morgue in a few minutes later."

Nurses have been in the hospital for a long time, and they are used to seeing death, and they are also used to seeing the reactions of family members when they learn of the death of their loved ones, especially for children of this age, who are nothing more than weak legs, crying, or anger.

But Chi Xiaochi's reaction was quite different from anything she had ever seen.

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the trundle bed pushed out from the emergency room, and blocked the bed directly in the not-so-spacious corridor.

He asked the doctor, "Where are you taking my brother?"

The doctor was more tactful: "The weather is too hot, his body needs to find a place to rest first, and then take your brother home when your parents come, okay?"

Chi Xiaochi said stubbornly: "His hands are still moving, where are you taking him?"

The doctor couldn't laugh or cry: "Young man, you read it wrong. The ground is uneven, and the trundle bed is rolling on it, so it's inevitable that it's a bit bumpy."

Chi Xiaochi grabbed the trundle bed and tried his best to prove to the doctor that what he saw was true: "Uncle, listen to me, my brother is really moving... We won't go to the morgue, we won't go."

The doctor sighed: "Please forgive me."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Why should I mourn, he is still alive."

The doctor said: "Young man, if you stop here, it will affect our normal work."

Chi Xiaochi didn't dare to let go, for fear that if he let go, Lou Ying would be pushed to that place by them.

He grabbed the corner of the bed and shouted to the silent people on the bed: "Brother Lou...Brother Lou, wake up. Tell them, we won't go to the morgue..."

In small local hospitals, even sedatives are out of stock.

Chi Xiaochi remained fully awake just like that, but was forcibly separated from the bed by two strong security guards.

When the sound of the rolling wheels sounded again, the body covered with white sheets began to shake again.

Chi Xiaochi was pressed against the wall and watched from afar as the car turned a corner in the corridor and disappeared.

He thought, it's only two floors, how could it be.

He felt that this was impossible, and that maybe he had stopped the wrong car and recognized the wrong person, after all, he only saw half of the hand exposed under the sheet.

So he followed up with the morgue as a family member after lying that he had calmed down.

The confirmed result is that he really knows Lou Ying well.

He has seen that hand holding a pen, holding a game console, holding a bowl, holding chopsticks, and holding a screwdriver, and he has also seen the way that hand is peacefully flattened after falling asleep.

like now.

He fell into a long dream.

Holding that hand, Chi Xiaochi slowly sat down along the edge of the bed on the cold concrete floor.

The person guarding the corpse was an old man. He watched from a distance, shook his head, and turned his back immediately.

Chi Xiaochi noticed that Lou Ying's fingertips were very cold, and the tips of his nails were turning a strange green color, so he held his hands in his palm and breathed lightly.

Chi Xiaochi began to feel cold when the perennial cold air from the mortuary reached him.

He felt pain in his body, but he couldn't tell where it hurt.

Chi Xiaochi let go of Lou Ying's hand, and tightened his shoulders with both hands, tightening them inwardly.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and there were intermittent painful moans between his teeth.

Hearing the noise, the old man was a little worried, and walked over, speaking in a strong Shaanxi accent: "Baby, what are you doing?"

Chi Xiaochi slurred his speech, "...it hurts."

"Then grandpa took you to see a doctor?"

"Don't see a doctor." Chi Xiaochi buried his face in his arms and took a deep breath, "Grandpa, I want to make a phone call."

"Okay, okay, call your parents. Let you, a doll, see this matter..."

Chi Xiaochi raised his eyes: "No, I want to call the police."

However, just as he walked out of the mortuary with the help of the old man, two police officers from the police station, a man and a woman, came towards him. The man was about 40 years old, and the woman was young and capable, with short hair reaching her ears.

The male policeman sized him up and saw some clues from his pale face: "Is your name Chi Xiaochi?"

Chi Xiaochi also stared at him, dumbfounded, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

He said, "I have something to talk to you about."

"We also have something to ask you about." The female policeman asked him, "How old are you?"

Chi Xiaochi said dryly: "14."

"Hey, I really can't see it, you are so fast, I thought you were sixteen or seventeen." The male policeman glanced at his partner approvingly, and then said, "Then we have to go through the procedure. How about it, you first Give your parents a call and tell them to wait here. When your father or mother comes, we will ask you something..."

"I have something to report." Chi Xiaochi interrupted him, "It's Zhu Shoucheng. Zhu Shoucheng hurt Brother Lou, he made Lou fall down...he even treated me—"

To his surprise, the attitudes of the two policemen were very calm: "We know about this matter. We are also here to investigate."

"Investigate what?"

"It was reported by Zhu Shoucheng, a resident of No. 17 on the second floor of No. 207 Anding Road." The male policeman said, "It is related to a burglary case, and other information cannot be disclosed. Let's discuss it in detail after your parents come."

Chi Xiaochi thought that when he lifted the quilt and saw Brother Lou's face, it was the darkest moment in his life.

He still underestimated the fucking degree of life.

After sending Lou Ying to the hospital, Zhu Shoucheng called the police on the hospital phone, saying that a thief had broken into his house.

The thief was called Lou Ying, and the one who assisted in the theft was called Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi came to his home to do homework and do homework, but because he stayed up late last night to write lesson plans, he was so sleepy that he went back to his bedroom to sleep, planning to explain to him after Chi Xiaochi finished a whole set of test questions.

He was awakened by rustling voices outside.

He said that at first he thought that Chi Xiaochi was talking to himself, but after listening with sharp ears for a while, he realized something was wrong.

... There was another person in the living room of his house.

Zhu Shoucheng said that he got out of bed, walked to the door, and bumped into Lou Ying who was about to enter the bedroom.

Lou Ying felt guilty and turned around and ran away. After being caught by him from behind, he actually scuffled with him, smashed Clivia, and knocked several pieces of furniture in the house. Chi Xiaochi also rushed up to fight him. After being pushed away by him , even messing around, ran out and yelled fire.

During the scuffle, Lou Ying wanted to escape through the window, but Zhu Shouben wanted to stop him, but whoever wanted to push him made him fall from the building.

After Chi Xiaochi heard this, he immediately stepped on the table in the interrogation room, almost kicking the table over: "Fart him!!"

Chi Ma on the side clicked her tongue and slapped him on the head: "Keep your mouth clean! How do I usually teach you?!"

After finishing speaking, she bowed respectfully to the two police officers who were in charge of the questioning: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this kid has a bad temper, and he was so rough with us at home, and he's used to it."

Chi Xiaochi was so angry that his eyes turned black, and his chest stagnated with depression. He felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his throat: "No!! No!!! Why do you only listen to his one-sided words? What about the other neighbors? Our building The sound insulation is poor, so someone can hear something, right?!"

The short-haired female police officer is called Zi Yu. Seeing that Chi Xiaochi was too emotional, she deliberately softened her voice: "The only ones who stayed in the tube building during that time period were an old man with deaf ears, a hangover man, and two Children in elementary school. The first two people didn’t hear any movement at all. Those two children can’t remember clearly. They have different explanations for the timeline of what happened. I don’t know, the testimony cannot be accepted.”

As he spoke, Ziyu leaned forward slightly, and comforted him with a gentle tone: "Don't get excited. Zhu Shoucheng's statement belongs to him. Now I want to hear your description of this matter."

Chi Xiaochi's face was pale.

His mouth was filled with the smell of man's hair oil for no reason, and his nose was filled with the fermented stench of food and saliva.

Chi Xiaochi clasped his hands under the table unconsciously, and said softly, "He... wants to do that to me."

Ziyu didn't understand for a while: "What will he do to you?"

Chi Xiaochi gritted his teeth, and opened his secret wound with a knife: "...He, Zhu Shoucheng, wants to invade me."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room froze.

Chi Ma's eyes widened, and she pinched his leg under the table: "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?"

After exchanging a look of astonishment with the middle-aged policeman Dai, Ziyu said, "Can you tell us the details?"

Chi Xiaochi narrated his experience word by word. When he talked about being pushed down on the bed, he shook violently and felt nauseated, as if an invisible big hand was pulling out his stomach.

After listening to his narration, Zi Yu attached great importance to it, and immediately decided to take him to the hospital for an examination.

Chi's mother, however, has been sitting by the side, looking at Chi Xiaochi with weird eyes.

After the injury test, it was already dark.

Ziyu drove, sent Chi Xiaochi and Chi Ma back to Tongzilou, and told Chi Xiaochi to rest well, don't think about it, and don't run around, they will investigate as soon as possible.

Chi Xiaochi listened without saying a word, staring straight out of the car window.

Zhu Shoucheng stood in a suit and leather shoes at the door of Lou Ying's house, holding a huge fruit basket in his hand.

From the pocket of his jacket, a corner of a thick red envelope was exposed.

He was talking to Aunt Lou Ying who was sobbing with a sad face.

As if aware of the sight behind him, he turned his head and saw Chi Xiaochi in the police car.

Zhu Shoucheng felt a little guilty, quickly turned his eyes away, and said something to Aunt Lou Ying, and Aunt Lou gave way to let him into Lou's house.

Chi Xiaochi wanted to kill someone.

At this moment, he really wanted Zhu Shoucheng to be like Brother Lou, lying cold and lonely in the morgue.

After Chi Ma and Zi Yu said goodbye, their faces quickly turned pale, and they pulled Chi Xiaochi and dragged him upstairs.

There was a cold pot and a cold stove at home, and Chi's father was sitting at the table, looking not in a good mood.

He asked, "I've heard a little bit of it. What's going on?"

Just as Chi Xiaochi was about to speak, Chi's mother reprimanded him: "What's the matter? Isn't he a good son for you?! He's grown up so big, he can't learn anything else, he's just learning to make trouble!"

She turned to Chi Xiaochi: "Didn't I tell you to avoid dealing with Lou downstairs? He studies well, but his conduct is not good. Take a look, how is it now? Has it come true?"

Chi Xiaochi defended fiercely: "Brother Lou is not!!"

"Oh, he's not. Then why did he run to someone else's house in broad daylight? He still has his money in his pocket?"

There was a tear in Chi Xiaochi's voice: "Brother Lou is here to save me..."

"You just talk nonsense." Chi's mother turned to Chi's father, "Do you know, your good son, said that Mr. Zhu touched him and touched him... Listen, is it absurd, huh? You What kind of sweet potato do you think you are? Mr. Zhu is a man, a big old man, what is he trying to do to you? A joke."

... Chi Xiaochi didn't want to talk anymore.

Even if he opened his mouth, he felt tired.

The parents would not admit that their decision to send Chi Xiaochi to Mr. Zhu's house for tutoring was wrong, so it must be Chi Xiaochi who was wrong.

In this case, there is nothing more to say.

He wanted to go out to get some air, but was stopped by Chi's mother, who said that he didn't want to go anywhere tonight, so he explained everything clearly at home.

Chi Xiaochi pursed his lips and laughed silently twice.

He made the bed on the ground, fell straight down, pulled the quilt over his head, and said nothing more.

No way, Chi Ma and Pa Chi also turned off the lights early in order to fight against the rumors that had spread throughout the building.

Chi Xiaochi didn't feel sleepy, in the suffocating quilt, he opened his eyes and listened to the conversation between the couple on the bed.

Pa Chi said: "Why did he die? He died near our house. Even if we want to move in the future, the housing price will also fall accordingly. Who are we to reason with?"

"Follow whoever you want, but don't make us bad luck anyway." Chi Ma said angrily, "Your son just gave the house keys to outsiders. Now it's over, we have to eat melons with Lou's family."

"It's not impossible. But speaking of it, it's really thanks to the Lou family boy who lost his life." Papa Chi said, "Death is the most important thing, and peace is the most important thing. Teacher Zhu will not care about Xiaochi's affairs with us. "

Chi Xiaochi bit the quilt tightly with his mouth open.

It wasn't until he had a little bit of strength to loosen his teeth that he realized that his mouth was full of bloody smell.

……

Ziyu stayed downstairs the entire time, observing the surroundings, and confirmed that there was no trace of surveillance coverage in this area.

It wasn't until Zhu Shoucheng left the Lou's house that she got out of the car and stopped Zhu Shoucheng: "Mr. Zhu, can we talk again?"

Zhu Shoucheng's expression was unnatural for a moment, but he soon returned to a refreshing smile: "It's so late. Go to the police station?"

"Just two or three sentences, just talk in the car."

After closing the car door, Zi Yu turned her head: "Can I ask some questions?"

Zhu Shoucheng in the passenger seat: "Well, tell me."

Zi Yu: "You said that it was Lou Ying who used Chi Xiaochi's house key to enter Chi Xiaochi's house, and then broke into your house to steal?"

Zhu Shoucheng: "That's right."

"And Chi Xiaochi is the internal response?"

"This is just a guess. Because he doesn't seem surprised by Lou Ying's existence."

Ziyu looked into Zhu Shoucheng's eyes: "Do you think that since Lou Ying has Xiaochi's internal response, why didn't he just go through the door, but chose to go through the window?"

Zhu Shoucheng didn't even blink his eyes: "The door of my house is old, and the sound when opening and closing the door is very harsh."

Ziyu thought: "Do you think Xiaochi let Lou Ying go through the window because he was afraid of waking you up?"

"Maybe."

"Then he and Lou Ying's theft plan this time must have been planned in advance. But how can Xiaochi be sure that you will fall asleep when carrying out the plan?"

"I don't know about that." Zhu Shoucheng shrugged, "They stick together all day long, so there is no special way of communication if they don't keep together."

Throughout the questioning, Ziyu was paying attention to the changes in Zhu Shoucheng's expression.

But to her disappointment, she found nothing.

Although Zhu Shoucheng was a little nervous and anxious, the level was still within the normal range, and there was no special abnormality.

She asked the last question: "Do you have any other comments on Lou Ying?"

"This child is not bad at studies, and he is very spiritual, but his conduct is just..." Zhu Shoucheng shook his head regretfully, "It's not that I'm speaking ill of the deceased, you can inquire about it. Who doesn't know about the Lou family upstairs and downstairs?" The child always has endless money, can always get all kinds of second-hand goods, and can buy all kinds of good things for Chi Xiaochi. As for the source of his money, alas, maybe only God knows."

……

In July, Chi Xiaochi started his war without gunpowder.

Every day he went to the police station and sat there, waiting for an explanation.

Chi's mother still has to go to work, so how can she spend time with him all day long? Therefore, Lao Dai, who is in charge of this matter, moved in flexibly and packaged the "inquiry" as "heart-to-heart talk", so that the Chi family's parents would not have to be asked every day. Followed every time.

Old Dai didn't trust Chi Xiaochi very much.

Every time he had a "heart-to-heart talk", he would ask the same question: "Can you tell me all the details of what happened that day again."

Therefore, Chi Xiaochi had to tear open the scar again and again, showing the bloody wound to others.

But when the same thing is said upside down, it is inevitable that the taste will be skewed.

Lao Dai took several transcripts and compared them back and forth: "The timing of Lou Ying entering the window...you didn't say that last time."

Chi Xiaochi clutched his forehead, his heart was so tired that he was weak: "What did I say last time?"

Lao Dai closed the cap of his pen, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said perfunctorily, "Think for yourself."

Chi Xiaochi stopped talking.

In the past few days, Chi Xiaochi's words have decreased drastically.

Because he discovered that more words are more wrong.

Old Dai also felt bored, closed the notebook and told him to wait here.

As soon as he left, Chi Xiaochi silently followed with his bag on one shoulder.

When Lao Dai returned to the office, Chi Xiaochi also sat down on the plastic bench at the door of the office silently, wanting to hear some useful news.

A young policeman asked inside: "That kid is here again? How is it? Are you okay?"

"He's fine." Old Dai flicked the injury report loudly with his index finger, "All the red wounds on his body were caused by himself, and there are some bruises on his wrists and waist, which are obviously marks of scuffling and pushing. It also matches Zhu Shoucheng's confession, and he has never been tied up, nor has he been violated, not even a semen spot."

Speaking of this, Lao Dai snorted: "...It seems to be true."

Chi Xiaochi leaned his head against the cold tiles to cool down his hot head.

He thought, if he knew it earlier, it would be better if Zhu Shoucheng succeeded at that time.

"Children at this age can tell a lie without typing a draft." Old Dai said, "That's how my son behaves. I know it too well."

Zi Yu: "He may not be lying. I always think this thing is weird."

"Little comrade, do you 'think'? If you say this, you are not afraid of being laughed at by others? We have to look at the evidence, the evidence."

A few statements in old Dai Yangyang's hands: "Here, open your eyes. There are inconsistencies, details are wrong, and you tell me he didn't lie?"

He took another puff of cigarette: "Also, did you see his feet?"

Zi Yu: "... What happened to his feet?"

Chi Xiaochi outside the door also looked down at his feet.

Old Dai said, "On his ankle, there is a big black tweed. Good guy, it is said that the parents are responsible for the body, hair and skin. Which serious child would make himself fancy?"

The tattoo on the inside of the ankle was as cold as a snake, climbing all the way up his trousers.

Chi Xiaochi stood still and stopped looking.

Ziyu didn't answer Lao Dai's words, and took a look through the documents by herself: "I suggest to identify the fingerprints on the coins in Lou Ying's pocket."

Old Dai lit a cigarette: "Oh, that money, I paid it back."

Zi Yu: "...What? Pay it back?"

Old Dai: "It's Mr. Zhu's money, and there is a small note for him to buy things in it. Of course, it has to be returned to him."

"No..." Zi Yu said, "This is evidence, how can you just casually—"

Lao Dai stretched out his hand to disperse the smoke in front of his eyes: "Little Zi, you are still too young and don't understand the world. That money is not a small amount, it is hundreds of dollars. If we confiscate it as evidence, someone will definitely say that we are ignorant of ordinary people." Qian, when the time comes, we won’t even be able to say anything. Also, what did you just say? Fingerprint testing? Don’t be ridiculous, how can we have such a condition? The Xiaopo police station in Xiaopo’s place only has two or three of our kittens. I'm so busy every day that I can't finish my work, and I still have to do fingerprints? It's not troublesome enough. Besides, the Lou's family has decided to cremate the child early, so let's not worry about it—"

Snapped.

A moment after the sound of something falling to the ground, there was a sudden continuous sound of running outside.

Ziyu sensed something was wrong, poked her head out of the office, and saw Chi Xiaochi's black schoolbag fell on the ground, and the desperate figure of the young man disappeared at the end of the corridor in a flash.

"... Koike?"