Play Nice

Chapter 333 333: Bow three times and get out (one more)
41:[-] p.m.

Director Qi, the attending doctor of Shang Yude, went to the Vip ward with the examination report.

"Mr. Shang, the result is out."

46:[-] p.m.

After Zhou Xian answered the phone, he turned around and told He Wanlin, "The result is out."

"Successful matching?"

Zhou Xian nodded.

He Wanlin walked back and forth in the room: "Shang Lingling hates Shang Yude so much, so he shouldn't donate."

Zhou Xian wondered: "Since you don't donate, why do you have to do a matching test?"

"I don't understand what medicine she sells in her gourd. She clearly wants to fix the business, otherwise she won't get me out of the sanatorium." He Wanlin was a little restless, "No, I can't let her break mine. Good thing."

The next day, at [-]:[-] in the morning, a student from Hwaseong No. [-] Middle School jumped off the roof of the library.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the body was transported from the autopsy center to Huaxing Funeral Home.

At a quarter past three, Shang Lingling rushed to the funeral home.

She changed her clothes and walked to the body restoration room. Before opening the door, Curator Zuo said to her: "Be mentally prepared."

The remains were appalling.

Because the weather is too hot, the decay rate is very fast, and the ground is full of blood and water mixed with preservatives.

Sister Zhou shook her head again and again and sighed, "It's a pity for such a good age."

The deceased only ended his life during the school's morning exercises in front of the teachers and students of the school.

It was difficult to repair, but the mother of the deceased begged for the restoration of the remains.

There is a knock on the door outside the repair room.

"Lingling," it was Zuo Xiaoyun, she didn't go in, she spread the word outside, "Someone is looking for you outside."

"I'm busy."

Zuo Xiaoyun brought Shang Lingling's original words to a dazed man.

The dumbfounded man passed on the words to He Wanlin again.

"She's not available."

He Wanlin didn't get out of the car: "You go again, be sure to call her out and say I have something important to tell her."

The dumbfounded man was He Wanlin's driver, surnamed Sun.

Mr. Sun had no choice but to go again, find Zuo Xiaoyun at the information desk again, and ask where the business leader is.

Zuo Xiaoyun said she was in the restoration room.

Mr. Sun wandered around the funeral home for a while before he found the right place. The crying in the corridor made people panic. There was a sign prohibiting entry on the door of the body restoration room, but no one was guarding it. Lock the door, and when Mr. Sun pushed the door in, no one stopped him.

There is another room inside the room, which is separated by a curtain.

Sister Zhou just came out and saw Mr. Sun.

"Family?"

Mr. Sun smelled a very strong smell, which was so unpleasant that he didn't dare to breathe: "I'll find a business leader."

Sister Zhou opened the curtain: "Lingling, I'm looking for you."

The curtain was only opened for a few seconds, and Mr. Sun just saw a broken arm with vague flesh and blood. At that moment, his whole body was frozen.

Shang Lingling came out of the inner room, wearing protective clothing and rubber gloves, and there was blood on the gloves.

"who are you?"

The impact was too great, and Mr. Sun's pupils were shaking: "He, Ms. He asked me to come."

Lao Feng went out to get something, he probably forgot to close the door.

The business leader pulled the curtain up: "Do you know what this place is? Just dare to rush in."

Before coming in, Mr. Sun had only a literal understanding of body restoration, and now his legs are shaking.

Shang Lingling rarely loses his temper at the funeral home: "Don't get out yet."

Mr. Sun closed his mouth wide open in shock, dragged his unruly legs, and moved out of the door with difficulty.

"Hold on."

As soon as Mr. Sun touched the doorknob, his limbs froze.

Behind him, the girl's voice was nice, but in the current environment, there was a suffocating coldness: "It is disrespectful to offend the deceased, bow three times before going out."

A funeral home is a creepy place to think about.

Mr. Sun turned around stiffly, and bowed three times in fear.

He returned to the parking lot with his legs limp.

Seeing him coming back alone, He Wanlin was unhappy: "Where's the business leader?"

Mr. Sun hasn't slowed down yet.

"Dumb?"

Mr. Sun wiped his cold sweat, his voice trembling: "I'm repairing the body."

*****
The remains were repaired for a long time from day to night.

The mother of the deceased had long ago dried up her tears and sat blankly on the floor of the corridor with a schoolbag in her arms.

The school staff came back after dinner.

They could still swallow their food, and the mother who was sitting on the ground looked up, her eyes dull and empty: "You killed him."

The person in charge of the school was afraid that the bad remarks would affect the reputation of the school, and immediately retorted: "Ms. Jiang, we can understand your mood, but Wang Yuezhou jumped off the roof by himself, and all our teachers and students are below. I saw it all, and no one pushed him."

As soon as the autopsy results came out, the school issued a statement.

"You pushed." The mother of the deceased stood up against the wall. She only had one hand, and pointed her fingers at the few people in front of her. "You, you, and you, you all pushed."

"Ms. Jiang, please speak-"

"Because he smelled fishy, ​​you let him sit in the back alone, because he didn't study well, you let him review in front of the whole school, because the make-up fee was paid two days late, you talked to him, because He has no father, only a disabled mother who sells fish for a living, and you let his classmates point at him and laugh at him coldly."

She took out a diary from her son's schoolbag, opened it, and stroked the writing on it: "Every one of you is a murderer, and so am I..."

The school officials were all silent.

Sister Zhou came out of the body restoration room, walked to the mother of the deceased, bowed, and handed a piece of paper full of blood to her with both hands.

Only one sentence was written on the paper: "Mom, I'm sorry."

It was what the deceased held tightly in his hand before he jumped off the building. His mother, holding the piece of paper, sat on the ground crying hoarsely.

*****
At nine o'clock, Jing Zhao came to the funeral home to pick up the business leader. He waited for nearly half an hour before she came out.

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　　Two after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)