when the moon whispers

Chapter 380 Accomplice-Fall (Part )

Six accomplices in the case
Fifty-five Fall Injury (Part 2)
At 4:30 in the morning, Tu Siyao vaguely heard a rapid banging sound.

The sound was distant and near, and it was hard to hear clearly. Tu Siyao seemed to be trapped in an extremely narrow glass cover. There was a fire in his throat, and a layer of water mist seemed to evaporate in the glass cover between his breaths. , The body was wet and sticky, as if it were filled with lead. After struggling for a long time, he could barely move in a stiff manner.

The mobile phone that had been on the charger for who knows how long started vibrating for a new round of incoming calls. Tu Siyao shivered violently when the metal edge of the phone burned him. It was like he was fished out of water. He was panting frantically as if he was suffocating and suffocating. He was so anxious that a sharp whistle came out of his throat. After a while, he shook off the fog in front of his eyes. He turned over and sat up from the restrained sofa with a splitting headache, and responded hoarsely to the person outside the door who was still kicking and shouting.

"... Fu Yang?" Tu Siyao stood up unsteadily and went to open the door. He moved his wrist, which was numb and cold from pressure, and picked up his phone and glanced at the layers of messages and missed calls piled above the lock screen. , then turned back in surprise to check the darkness outside the window, stumbled through the dim desk lamp, unscrewed the door lock, and saw a face that was blushing and thick-necked with anxiety.

"You... why are you here at this time? It's only four o'clock in the morning -" Tu Siyao was stunned for a moment, then he picked up his phone and checked the narrow date under the lock screen clock, "I... …sleep all day and night?”

"It's been almost a day and two nights, sister! I thought you died at home - what did you do? Why does the house feel a little smelly?"

Fu Yang breathed a heavy sigh of relief as if he had also escaped death. He bent down and moved the express delivery piled at Tu Siyao's door into the entrance hall. He walked straight past the living room to open the window for ventilation, turned around and found the light switch on the ceiling of the living room, and then focused his attention. Seeing clearly the bloody and dry marks on Tu Siyao's cheeks, arms and knees of his pajamas, his brows suddenly tightened: "...you...what's the matter with this injury?"

Tu Siyao didn't say a word. He lowered his head and stared at the couriers piled at his feet like a ghost. As soon as he clenched his fist tightly, Fu Yang took it in his hand and held it. She also raised her hand to touch her forehead. Test whether it is hot or not.

"Are you having a fever? What's going on? Yesterday - ah, no, it was the day before yesterday. Didn't you say you were going to find the editor named Chai? This...couldn't it be that she beat you? Isn't that right? Are you willing to reconcile with them and not file a lawsuit? Why are you still like this...I was scared to death when the police called me - you even sent me a message during the day asking me to ask for leave, but it turned out that I went to the market at midnight last night. The police called me! I thought something big had happened. This scared me... I came here with the leave note. I'll ask for leave for you today. I don't know why the police came. ——”

Tu Siyao almost didn't hear Fu Yang's sighing question. She sat back on the sofa and looked out the window in a daze. She saw a dark shadow passing in the direction of the street lamp downstairs, and stood up suddenly. Fu Yang quickly pulled out an iodophor cotton swab and tapped it on her face. Fu Yang pushed her away and yelled hoarsely. His whole body tensed up for a few seconds before he shivered and came to his senses. He hung up his wrists in vain. Fu Yang, whose face was filled with inexplicable worry, helped him up, "Yes...I'm sorry, Fu Yang..."

"There's something really wrong with you." Fu Yang waved his hand, and didn't bother to come forward to help her disinfect and apply ointment. He just dragged the step stool in the corner of Fu Yang's narrow rental house and sat next to the express box in the entrance and gestured. Tu Siyao casually helped her tear it up, "...Did that Chai push you? It looks like your injury was picked up from falling to the ground."

"No...no." Tu Siyao held the sterile cotton swab and hugged his knees. He lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time. "I didn't wait for anyone, and I couldn't contact Editor Chai on the phone. It was quite late when I came back... I don't know whether it was digging pipes or building roads outside her community. There were many potholes. I didn't pay attention and fell there... I came back and cleaned up until midnight. There was a garbage station on that road, and I threw away all the clothes I couldn't wash. Now... I just fell asleep in a daze... When I sent you this message, I thought it was a dream... I really didn’t—"

"It's okay, the police are looking for you everywhere?! Aren't you still awake? I told you several times that the police are looking for you! The phone calls have been coming to me. I was afraid that something happened, so I came here early. I'm looking for you, huh—" Fu Yang was made distressed and angry by her submissive look. He punched the express carton in frustration, but unexpectedly the thin carton was smashed, and the back of his hand was wrapped in the box. The simple and scattered utility knife made a cut, and blood dripped on the floor. "Why did you buy so many paper knives? You are professional and don't have model work-"

Fu Yang didn't take it seriously at first. He looked up at Tu Siyuan and was stunned for a moment, then his eyes filled with panic. He took the tissue she handed over and pressed the wound. He frowned and thought for a while before turning to look at the person next to him. Stacking cartons, he suddenly pushed away Tu Siyao's wrist that was tugging at her cuffs, awkwardly picked up the newly opened blade and quickly slashed the rest of the express packaging.

Various types of utility knives and boxed blades were thrown to the floor by Fu Yang. She picked up the remaining two large and light cardboard boxes, looked into the box with squinted eyes, held her breath, and picked up the contents. I tied a small wreath with paper and turned around to ask: "How long has this kind of express delivery been going on?"

Tu Siyao subconsciously avoided the wreath and took two steps back. She stumbled over the step stool that Fu Yang had dragged out and fell heavily to the ground. She grabbed her hair in collapse, choked and muttered a few times, and tears fell instantly: "... ...About a few days after I posted a message pointing out that Song Zhiwen plagiarized... I really wanted to go to Chai Qing to solve the problem, but I never expected that-"

As she was speaking, the door panel that had been closed a few minutes ago "squeaked" and was blown open by the draft in the corridor.

Fu Yang was frightened by the sudden sharp rustling sound.

She turned around when she was distracted, half-leaning her body to grab the door handle. She had just muttered, "Why haven't you reported it to the landlord for repairs because the door easily pops open if it's not locked?" The hand that was shaking the handcuffs clenched the edge of the door. There was a slight pause in the movement of opening the door. Most likely, he suddenly remembered to knock on the door panel twice with his other hand, then gathered strength and pressed hard. The ground stirred up a gust of wind.

Fu Yang was dumbfounded for a moment, and waited until the police officer's ID card was handed to him and forced him to take two steps back before he looked at the two faces that were crowding in front of the door. He blinked and said in shock: "It's you who called - check The police officer in the case of Yan Sisi falling from a building?”

"We've met in the gym." Jiang Mo nodded briefly, and said hello to Fu Yang. His eyes fell on the razor blades and paper tyings all over the entrance to the entrance, and he frowned and hid his eyes slightly. Behind Fu Yang, the timid Tu Siyao pressed down the handcuffs that Xiao Letian had been holding on to for a long time.

"Tu Siyao. Change your clothes and come back with us to chat."

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"It's cold after the rain, soft and fragrant before the wind, and spring is in the pear blossoms."