sin drinker

Chapter 23 The last piece of the puzzle (1)
you are you and i am me

There are two men in Wu Hui's room. The other is an attempted robbery and intentional homicide. He is from the Northeast, with a bald head, his neck is thicker than his face, and he looks like a steel tower when he stands up.He is the invisible leader in the whole cell, with black hands and aggressive fighting spirit, but he dare not touch Wu Hui.

No one dared to touch Wu Hui.

Even though he was not tall, and weighed less than a hundred catties, he was so thin that he wobbled, but instinctively made the people in the cell keep him at arm's length—there was a dead look on his face.That's the face of those who want to die, and the people here, no matter what the reason for coming in, the biggest goal is to get out alive.It is interesting to oppress a person who wants to live, no matter how you oppress him, he still wants to live, but if you oppress a person who wants to die, he is likely to drag you to be buried with him.

With such spiritual hints, Wu Hui could do almost anything within the allowed range.He didn't exercise, and he wasn't picky about eating and drinking. He sat on the edge of the bed alone after the breeze time every day, didn't speak, and didn't look at anyone. When the lights were turned off, he lay down quietly and turned a deaf ear to the curses of other prisoners.People from the Northeast thought that he slept soundly every day, until one day he woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. He turned his head and met his eyes suddenly. The dark pupils were like two large and round deep wells, without any light, straight Facing people, it seems to be concentrating on something, but it seems that it is not looking at anything.

He was so frightened that he almost peed on himself, fell down two steps cursing, put the water on and went back to sleep, but he didn't do anything to him the next day.Instead, the prison guard came to him once and asked him if he didn't sleep well at night. He pulled the corners of his mouth, and Quan Cheng smiled and said, "I'm fine."

That's the end of the matter.

Wu Hui himself knew that it wasn't that he couldn't sleep well, it was that he couldn't sleep.Since when?Maybe it was the reporter surnamed Zheng who approached him to start.Every time he came back from seeing him, he would have dreams about the past, not the kind of specious, but very clear dreams, like a projector installed in his mind, playing automatically according to chapters, even a look, a expression vividly.Those pictures were not scary, but he didn't want to see them at all. The more beautiful the memories, the more pain he had.It is said that when a person is about to die, the scenes of his life will be played before his eyes.

Wu Hui thought, this is simply a second execution.He guessed that he was not far from death, and of course he didn't mind being closer.

There was a faint fragrance of plants in the air, Zheng Ke kicked the stones under his feet, the person he wanted to meet was right in front of him, but he seemed unable to ask anything.It was the third child who spoke first: "Are you okay?"

Zheng Que said, "I'm fine, how about you? Where's your...brother?"

The third child's eyes dimmed all of a sudden, and he didn't speak for a long time. Zheng really knew that he was sad, and for some reason, his heart also became depressed.His eyes rolled wildly, wanting to say something to break the suffocation, but finally his eyes brushed against the side of the other person's face, and he was stung by something, and his voice was really surprised: "Did you get your ears pierced?"

The steel studs on the third child's earlobes reflected the streetlights and suddenly lit up. "Yeah." He smiled lightly, then fell silent again.

Zheng Zhen didn't know whether he should talk about the incident where he ran into the third girlfriend and blackmailed Xu Ting, but when talking about Xu Ting, he must also talk about the third brother and his brother. For a dead person, Zheng Zhen didn't want to say anything embarrassing. , although he did resent him from the bottom of his heart.If he hadn't done that to Xu Ting, each of them would be fine now.However, how could he say such words to the third child?
Zheng Que asked, "Have you not been to school for a long time?"

"I won't study here anymore." The third child sighed. "Too many things have happened, and the family is worried. Maybe I will go abroad after a while."

go abroad.Zheng Que's heart was clenched tightly.He thought the parting was already very sad, but he didn't expect that the other party would be farther away.

"It's not that I won't come back, there will always be a chance to see you again." The third child put out his cigarette butt, as if he remembered something, turned and ran towards the door: "Wait here for me, I have something for you."

He brought a bulging schoolbag, and Zheng Zhen unzipped it blankly. Inside was a stack of notes, a stack of original CDs, and a Walkman. "What is this for?"

"It's nothing, I won't need it in the future, just...you have to take care of yourself. Reading more books is not a bad thing."

Zheng Que's eyes turned hot: "I don't want these."

"Why?" The third child didn't expect him to refuse so simply: "Then what do you want?"

Zheng Que bit his lips and stared at the third child until his eyeballs became sore: "I want that." He aimed at the third child's earring.

The third child was taken aback for a moment, and laughed out loud: "You brat...you don't even have pierced ears, so what do you want?"

Zheng did not speak, if he could only be willful once in his life, it would be this time.He didn't have pierced ears, he would have them, Zheng looked up and down, took off the school badge pinned to the skirt, broke off the spike, and spread it on the palm of his hand.

His stubbornness was written all over his face, the third child looked at him, his eyes became gentle, and he said, "Come here." He reached out and took off his earrings, took the school badge, and tried it on the tip of his fingers : "Go back and rub some alcohol, don't get any inflammation."

Zheng Que nodded, his breathing became short of breath, the third child glanced back and forth, and asked, "To the left or to the right?"

Zheng Que raised his eyes, the third child's pierced ear was on the left, and he said, "Right."

The third child's fingers brushed Zheng Que's temples, cheeks, and finally pressed against his earlobe, a cool tingling pain was hidden in his fingertips.The cold and hard metal tore through the flesh, and Zheng Zhen grabbed his sleeve, with a little tear in his eyes: he didn't know whether he was for the pain or the parting, or both.The sharp thorn was withdrawn and replaced by a duller pain. It was the earring, a thin and shining point, like a low-hanging star in a summer night.The metal ear pads stuck to the swollen wound from behind, which made Zheng Ke tremble.Zheng Que's heart wavered, and he heard the third child say softly, "It's bleeding."

He doesn't care at all.

There was a mess of cups and plates on the long table in the living room.Although they brought Zheng Yuan who came uninvited, the girl's family didn't seem to mind, and they greeted him at the table after being stunned for two seconds.She introduced herself as Hanque, because her mother's name is Yang Ji, and her father's name is Han Jingzhi, which means Hanzhiquejing.It sounds like a quiet family, but in fact they love to laugh and play each other. The dinner came to a lively end. Wang Shiqi was already familiar enough to exchange glasses with the girl and his father. Even Zheng Yuan had two drinks. Cups, delicious food and friendly hustle and bustle, the warm smell of wine slowly rises from the belly, this feeling has not been felt for many years.After drinking for three rounds and watching the special report on the actress's husband-killing case on the evening news, the topic finally shifted from the TV screen to Wang Shiqi's work.

"Oh, what kind of case is this kind of case? Xiao Wang is a policeman. He has seen murder and arson far worse than this!" Mr. Sun slapped Wang Shiqi on the back: "I heard that you are also running a university. What about the case? What’s the matter? Have you done any meritorious service?”

"It's okay, okay." Wang Shiqi rubbed the back of his head and smirked: "This case is quite complicated now, ah, speaking of it, it has something to do with Auntie's work."

"Oh? Really?" Yang Ji stopped cleaning the table: "I'm a teacher, how can I get involved with you?"

"That's right." Wang Shiqi smiled and winked at Zheng Yuan: "There is a client in our case, about 12 years ago, who should be a student in No. 23 Middle School. She dropped out of high school. She is a rebellious girl. That kind, the name is Du Qiangwei, do you have any impression?"

"Hiss... this one really doesn't seem to be..." Yang Ji shook his gray curly hair: "I still remember the students I taught, but I really don't know about other classes." Seeing Wang Shiqi's face was a little bit Lost, Yang Ji suddenly added another sentence: "But... there is something I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"I was watching TV some time ago. The news swept over it. It said that it was the one where two people died in Qualcomm Plaza..."

Zheng Yuan's drunkenness subsided all of a sudden, and he looked at Wang Shiqi, who also sat up straight.

"When I saw that girl at the time, I always felt very familiar. She looked like a student I had taken. At that time, I liked her very much. She was sweet-mouthed and would come to trouble..." Yang Ji narrowed his eyes, his face was full of smiles. Can't figure it out.

Han Que reached out and patted her mother: "It's said that you read it wrong, and the names are different." She turned around and smiled apologetically at Wang Shiqi: "My mother loves to talk nonsense, so I even searched for it on the Internet. For the information, people don’t read the 23rd middle school at all.”

Zheng Yuan couldn't help but interjected: "The information may not be all correct. Aunt Yang, that person, are you talking about Xu Ziqian?" Han Que didn't speak any more, and stared at Zheng Yuan thoughtfully. With a straight voice, she laughed and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes! It's just her, hey, don't tell me, it's really a bit similar, they just say they don't look like... I still have photos, you wait, I'll bring them over for you to comment on .”

Zheng Yuan stared at Yang Ji's trotting back, his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably.

An hour after the lights were turned off, there was a steady snoring sound from the number room.Wu Hui sat up and didn't intend to wait any longer.

He seems to have never been able to control his own destiny in his life.When he was studying, no one told him that in the future, everyone would not become the protagonist in the novel, make contributions and be famous in history.When they grow up, they are all mortals like ants, pushed forward by the torrent of life, day after day, no matter how beautiful the vision is, it cannot match the dry and heavy reality.

"Wu Hui! Why are you still standing there stupidly! Go back quickly!" The prison guard knocked on the railing loudly, and he lifted his feet to move, thinking to himself: My name is not Wu Hui.Wu Hui is just a name on a fake ID card bought for 200 yuan. He has lived with this name for a long time, but he has never liked it.

Wu Hui, I misunderstood.His whole life, to put it bluntly, was just a misunderstanding.The only person who penetrated this layer of misunderstanding was the reporter. He knew that this person was different. Maybe it was his unexpected softness, maybe it was his unreserved confession, or maybe it was just the first time we met. A bit of the everyday and embarrassed look of an ordinary father.He approached him, not condescendingly, not contemptuously, but really approached him.If it weren't for his last bit of obsession, he even wanted to let him touch the deepest.This reporter was much smarter than the policemen who only single-mindedly confronted him about his confessions, and he defeated him with only one question: why?Why did you come to this step for him?
That reason, is a too long, too long story.He didn't want to repeat it, he was tired.

He can't choose the beginning of the story, but at least he can choose his own ending.

The third child is going back.

"My family doesn't allow me to stay outside for too long." He said apologetically, "I went out with my girlfriend a few days ago, and I was scolded."

"It's okay, I should go back to the dormitory." Zheng Que waved his hand at him. He wanted to put the schoolbag back into the hand of the third child, but he didn't expect the thing to be too heavy. The zipper fell down and opened his mouth wide. They slipped down one after another, even though he was scrambling to catch them, he still lost two books.The third child picked it up, patted the ashes, and handed it back. It was Zheng Que's notes on the subjects he was going to study next year.Zheng Que's eyes fell on the cover, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Huh?"

"What's the matter?" The third child leaned over to look, and found that he was staring at his own name. "Ah... have you never asked me what my name is?"

no.I didn't ask for the first time, but after I got familiar with it, I was more embarrassed to ask each time.Zheng Que touched the three characters with his fingers: "Your brother is called Tongxin, what's your name..."

The third child turned his head and pointed behind his back: "Do you smell the fragrance?"

Zheng Que sniffled, and nodded inwardly if he didn't understand.

"That's the gardenia tree planted in my house. My mother likes gardenias. When I got married, I planted a tree with my father. After that, there were me and my brother. She said that when she named it, she used my name." A poem my father copied to her."

This old photo album has a festive red cover, the gold-plated welcoming pine and the big characters "Celebrating the 23th anniversary of the founding of No. 35 Middle School" have been mottled, and you can touch it with gold powder.Yang Jibai's chubby fingers flipped through the inner pages of the plastic envelope: "Here, look, I was only in my thirties back then, how young, time is not forgiving... Now these children are probably also parents. .”

"Mom, hurry up, don't reminisce about the past here, no one is waiting eagerly." Han Que brought hot tea, and thoughtfully turned his hand to Zheng Yuan: "Be careful it's hot."

Zheng Yuan nodded his thanks, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the teacup for Wang Shiqi was casually placed on the coffee table. Wang Shiqi was a little exaggeratedly dissatisfied: "Why isn't my cup hot?" He hit it on the shoulder.

This kid has finally learned how to flirt.

At this time, Yang Ji finally found the photo.

"This girl left before graduating. She said she was going abroad. Hey, she's a good girl. She even came here to treat me to dinner, saying that she wanted to thank me for taking care of me." Yang Ji handed the photo to the two of them: "But She did have some troubles at that time, at such a young age, it was difficult for her..."

Zheng Yuan's and Wang Shiqi's eyes focused on the photo at the same time. It was taken in a restaurant, probably with a point-and-shoot camera, and the yellowish tones were slightly blurred.On the screen, Yang Ji is much thinner than now, wearing an old-fashioned three-piece suit, holding a cup, smiling as cheerfully as ever.Beside her stood a shoulder-high girl with a small round face, long straight hair, and an innocent expression.Those eyes looking directly at the camera made Zheng Yuan's breathing quicken, he controlled the shaking of his hands, and turned to the back of the photo.

There, a sentence was written in Juanxiu's pen.

"Teacher Yang Ji remembers, student Xu Ting, 2004." Zheng Yuan read that sentence lightly.

Wu Hui closed his eyes in the dark, holding something tightly in his hand, the section of which had been sharpened on the rough concrete floor.

It was the last, he thought, since it was the last, there was no need to be Wu Hui anymore.

He silently recited a poem and put the tip against the carotid artery.

The third child's croon floated in the air together with the scent of flowers.

Yuan Jiashu, what a nice name, but unfortunately the first time I heard it, it was already a farewell.

Zheng Que's blood spattered on the filthy wall.

dangerous girl

In front of Wang Shiqi was a wall of black and red.

A crude bunk bed, the second bed board partially blocks the splash.There was a lot of blood on the inside of the bed 60 cm higher than the pavement, the tip of the blood was upward, and the recipient was about 80 cm away from the wound. The clothes were neat and the shoes were neatly arranged, and there were no obvious signs of struggle.

Wang Shiqi looked down at the corpse. It was Wu Hui, his eyes half-opened, soaked in his own blood, and he had stopped breathing.

"According to the confession and the scene, it is undoubtedly a suicide. The estimated time of death is around ten o'clock in the evening. The cause of death is excessive blood loss caused by the rupture of the carotid artery, but this tool..." Xu Ye held up the evidence bag to Wang Shiqi in embarrassment Look, Wang Shiqi frowned: "Chopsticks?"

"The tableware in Room No. [-] is strictly controlled. I asked. The only chance for him to get in touch with the outside world these days is when he meets Reporter Zheng. The prison guards also confirmed that they did eat a meal. …the takeaway that Reporter Zheng brought in.”

The soles of Wang Shiqi's feet went numb.

Punishment is of course decided. The ten-year unsolved case was a good one. It was solved and made meritorious service. Now it is good. The suspect committed suicide directly, even if he was afraid of crime, but he arranged the meeting alone, and the suicide tool was obtained from his friend under the nose ... This is unclear enough for Wang Shiqi to drink a pot.What's more, there is Zheng Yuan involved in it.Thinking of this, Wang Shiqi's fists ached. Of course, he believed that he was unintentional. Who hasn't had a moment to look away?But...but if not...

He thought of his smiling face when he was at Han Que's house just now, the slightly drunken blush dyed his cheeks, and earlier, when he looked up at him, his eyes shimmered.He absolutely could not believe that he would lie to him.

In the dark night, Wang Shiqi's car cut through the sleeping road like a silver-gray lightning bolt.

Zheng Yuan's face was reflected pale by the computer screen.

(End of this chapter)