Silent Reading

Dong Xiaoqing, a young girl, didn't know where she was so vigorous, and pulled a fiercely, and actually pulled the murderer / arm from Zhou Huaixin again.

She had red eyes, described it upside down, waving a blood-stained knife, resembling a personal Yasha, and turned towards the stunned crowd.

The people who were crowded together screamed compared to the match. Except for some warriors who were hiding in the corner and shot dead, most people didn't want to lose their lives because of a little work. They shoved and fled for a while. There were all the people scrambling, perfectly forming a human-physical barrier, blocking the Zhou's overwhelmed bodyguards.

Luo Wenzhou's adrenaline soared and almost sprayed out from the top of his head. If he didn't want to, he chased his legs and ran for more than ten meters. His consciousness of a slow beat followed Scud's legs, and he thought of Fei Du, and turned his head.

However, beyond Luo Wenzhou's expectations, Fei Du was neither dizzy nor vomiting. He just stood a bit stiffly beside Zhou Huaixin, and his eyes without glasses were a little scattered, but he was still sober. He turned his face to Luo Wenzhou. Eye lithography avoided the surrounding blood stains, Yu Guang glanced at Luo Wenzhou, and calmly waved at him.

For a moment, Fei Du's dizziness did not seem to be very serious.

Luo Wenzhou felt a bit wrong, but at this time it was too late to think about it. Seeing that Dong Xiaoqing had passed through the crowd, he was about to run out of Heng'ai Hospital. Luo Wenzhou roughly estimated her route, rubbing the corner to bypass the crowd, and stepped onto the roadside flower bed. , Fei Yan chased after the wall.

From Dong Xiaoqing's attack on the knife to his escape, everything was too fast.

Fei Du's head hummed, Zhou Huaixin's blood on his abdomen spread like a sledgehammer, and slammed his chest fiercely, causing his three souls and seven souls to shake in a thin body together.

Although dizziness and blood are inconvenient, the chance of seeing blood in daily life is indeed not very much. Occasionally, a small mouth is broken, and the nausea will pass after a while.

Fei Du didn't know how long he hadn't faced such a scene. His ears roared, his limbs were almost out of control, his fingertips were convulsed lightly, and his whole bones and muscles were tightened in an instant. This kept him upright, seemingly sober, but in fact his consciousness was vague.

Fei Du clenched his fist fiercely, his joints rattled fiercely, and he kept his eyes shut, striding toward Zhou Huaijin in the irregular beat of his heart.

Zhou Huaijin was held down by a leg in an overturned wheelchair, and he knelt on the ground in a loss. At the next moment, he was lifted by the collar.

"He probably hurts the internal organs, and the abdominal bleeding is very dangerous," Fei Du said to him in a cold and hasty tone, "Do you want his life? If necessary, immediately call the best emergency staff in your hospital. Mr. Zhou, I know you're fine, stand up! "

Zhou Huaijin stood a moment before he stood still, staring at Feidu in horror for two seconds, then woke up as if dreaming and grabbed the phone.

Zhou Huaixin was like a miserable fish, instinctively tossing on the ground, surrounded by a circle of people, no one dared to move him rashly, the more blood swelled. Fei Du listened to Zhou Huaijin's incoherent call, and watched him throw his cell phone at Zhou Huaixin, babbling with nonsense such as "looking at brother" and "all right". Fei Du raised his eyelashes soaked in cold sweat and met Zhou Huaixin's eyes.

Zhou Huaixin's eyes are getting darker, and his eyes are more and more out of focus. In Fei Du's eyes, he is undergoing a strange change-becoming a bunch of strange organic waste products.

He clearly felt that his entire body was divided into two, half felt dizzy due to Zhou Huaixin's bleeding wounds, and the other half looked like an outlier, somehow looking at Zhou Huaixin's eyes. He couldn't associate this dying man with Zhou Huaixin he knew, confused by the anxiety and pain of others, and he instinctively tried to blend in, searching in vain for the theoretical empathy that normal people should have.

However, searching for intestines and scraping belly is nothing.

"Everyone is afraid of death, but what they are afraid of is actually unknown. Death itself is not painful or even pleasant. You should have experienced it yourself."

"Have you noticed the eyes of those dying animals? That's the look that found the truth-the truth is, 'live' is an illusion created by the nervous system itself, a false self-awareness."

"Human consciousness is like flowing water, changing all the time, and death is its last flow. Unless you can understand or control the whole process of a certain consciousness change, this life does not belong to you, something that does not belong to you, and changes every time It ’s all deviating from your cognition, and dying every moment. The only thing that remains is the skin capsule made up of a group of carbohydrates. Do you have feelings for this skin, like anthropomorphic pork on a plate? Paranoia. "

The thick **** smell rushed into Fei Du's nasal cavity, and Fei's internal organs boiled. Fei Du's sweat rushed out of Heng'ai Hospital with sweat, and began to rescue around Zhou Huaixin. A gust of wind lifted people away, Fei Du followed the emergency room all the way, finally unbearable, took Zhou Huaijin alone, turned and rushed to the bathroom.

Dong Xiaoqing, the murderous murderer with all eyes, was covered with blood, his hair band was broken, and the large and wavy curly hair was scattered behind him, and the infinite hair was flying up and down in the wind, sometimes tangling On the startling weapon in her hand.

"Dong Xiaoqing!" Luo Wenzhou was fighting for a long leg, and the distance between him and Dong Xiaoqing was shortening. Seeing that she had rushed to the road, Luo Wenzhou yelled at her, "Stop, do you really think you can run! "

Dong Xiaoqing may have been exhausted, and her feet slowed down. After listening to this sentence, she suddenly stopped and turned to Luo Wenzhou, raising his knife at him.

Luo Wenzhou was not afraid that she waved the knife to chop. In his opinion, the ten Xiao Dongqing holding the knife was nothing terrible, but he was totally puzzled about the girl's motive for fear that she committed suicide in an unstable mental state. Quickly stopped a few steps away.

"Calm." Luo Wenzhou pressed down with both hands, trying to look at Dong Xiaoqing with a calm and firm eye, trying to stabilize her, and compiled a nonsense at the scene, "Listen to me, girl, the person you just ran into was not dead. The consequences are not serious. Don't be afraid. It's okay. "

Dong Xiaoqing was still in a state of stress, but at this time it was probably a bit of an aftertaste. Her knife-holding hand had been choking, I wonder if she was scared, or she regretted that she didn't give Zhou Huaixin a knife.

"I'm a policeman," Luo Wenzhou said in a deep voice, holding out his credentials from a distance, and holding it up, "what can you tell me?"

Dong Xiaoqing stepped back, and finally fell on Luo Wenzhou's gaze. After a moment, her blood-stained face, her mania and distortion gradually subsided, and only the deep-seated grief came to an end. Dong Xiaoqing's eye circles were red from the outside of her eyelids, and she was like a dumb person. The world couldn't hear her voice, and occasionally encountered inquiries, but she didn't know where to start.

Luo Wenzhou carefully tried to take a step closer: "Relax, don't you keep holding the knife, don't you sink? How dangerous."

"I ..." With his voice, Dong Xiaoqing subconsciously lowered the tip of the knife slightly, and said upside down, "My dad ..."

Luo Wenzhou held the knife in her hand, carefully calculated that she could take her with a single blow, and while approaching Dong Xiaoqing calmly, she continued to say, "Your dad is injustice, we all know that we will definitely return in the future. He is innocent. "

Unexpectedly, listening to this sentence, Dong Xiaoqing's tears "brushed" and fell down: "My father ... my father is not wrong."

Luo Wenzhou said for a moment: "What did you say?"

"He's also one of those people, they ..."

Dong Xiaoqing just said this, and suddenly there was a strong wind sweeping, a sudden car turned sharply without any warning, and turned sharply. When it hit the Dong Xiaoqing squarely, Luo Wenzhou could not react at all, Dong Xiaoqing had rubbed him to fly After going out, the voice didn't even have time to come out of my throat.

The debris of the front windshield seemed to be raindrops rolled up by the wind, spraying Luo Wenzhou with his head covering his face, and the troubled car accelerated without any hesitation, stepped on the accelerator with one foot, and came straight to Luo Wenzhou. Luo Wenzhou I had probably used the power of the flood, but he was still hung up by the rear-view mirror on the side of the car. The rear-view mirror broke on the spot. Regardless of the severe pain, he instinctively tightened his muscles to protect his head and went away from the road. The side of the road rolled out.

The assailant really had great experience, knowing that if he delays for one second, he would be one point more dangerous. He didn't waste time turning and chasing. He bumped into Luo Wenzhou by the way and saw that he couldn't hit him and gave up decisively.

The road at the back door of Heng'ai Hospital is a bit desolate. At this time, it is not the rush hour, and the road is empty. The heart-broken car is standing on the smashed front gear and whistling away without a trace!

Half of Luo Wenzhou's body was scratched and numb, and it took a while to struggle to get up. Until then, other talents successively reacted and rushed forward. As he rushed towards Dong Xiaoqing, he contacted the city bureau office: "Nanshan Road at the back door of Heng'ai Hospital, white **** car, license plate Yan cxxxxx, wanted all over the city ... No, the province, the whole country, even if he went to the Pacific Ocean, he also gave I'll drag it back! "

Dong Xiaoqing's head has been deformed, and a shoe flew directly across the road. The bare hands and feet were covered with dust, the flesh was blurred, and she could not die anymore.

"Fucking bastards." Luo Wenzhou couldn't help but say a swear word, his brow bone was itchy, he wiped it with one hand, and wiped his blood with one hand-it turned out to have been cut by a splash of glass.

Luo Wenzhou breathed a few breaths violently: "What happened to Tao Ran and Xiao Haiyang, did you arrive at Dong Xiaoqing's house?"

Lang Qiao first executed his order without any doubt, and only then would he have the opportunity to speak: "I was about to report to you. Mr. Tao just called and said that Dong Xiaoqing had no one at home and was still caught in a fire ... Boss, this is all What's going on? And why do you want this car? "

Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes fiercely.

Only then was Dong Xiaoqing, who was wounded by the knife scared, and the people who had been fleeing were gathered together again, afraid to approach, only whispering on both sides of the road.

Dong Xiaoqing fell in broad daylight.

The girl had a bad-tempered temper and was stubborn. On the one hand, she claimed that she was well prepared to compensate the victim, and on the other hand, resolutely defended her father's reputation all the time.

So why did she take the risk and why assassinate Zhou Huaijin?

Why contact Xiao Haiyang in advance?

What does she want to do? What does she want to give Xiao Haiyang?

And the phrase "he is also one of those people" at the end of her life ...

Who are those people?

Who is so bold and daring to kill and set fire in front of the police?

For a moment, Luo Wenzhou was out of breath.

At this point, Fei Du in Heng'ai Hospital had almost spit out his internal organs, and his hands were shaking when he rinsed his mouth.

Fei Du uneasily unbuttoned the two shirts, poured cold water on his face, and grabbed the wet hair behind his head, and then stuffed two pieces of peppermint into his mouth, until the peppermint was sweetened, he Finally the strength of walking upright. Fei Du indifferently scanned his blue-eyed self in his glasses, and inserted / into his trembling fingers.

Zhou Huaijin stooped down, sitting on a bench in the hospital, the blood-stained hands nervously mixed together, and the tendons on the neck were all exposed outside. Suddenly, a wet wipe came down from the sky, Zhou Huaijin looked up blankly, and saw Fei Du walked to him, but did not look at him, but just looked at the lamp in the operating room.

"Wipe it," Fei Du said first. "Zhou probably is not familiar with me, but I play with Huai Xin occasionally."

Zhou Huaijin reluctantly raised up to deal with him: "I know, Mr. Fei, Jiu Yang ..."

"I waited for you for a long time," Fei Du interrupted him. "Zhou Huaixin did not leave his brother in three words. Every time I mentioned Mr. Zhou, he seemed to have not been weaned. He could hear a cocoon."

Zhou Huaijin took a deep breath, hands clasped tightly together.

At this time, several medical staff did not know anything, and hurriedly rushed past them. This motion shocked Zhou Huaijin. He stood up with a shock and looked towards the operating room for a long time. He couldn't sit still. Then, I walked on without stopping. His gentleness, usually worn as a mask on his face, disappeared, his hair was disheveled, his hands were involuntarily folded, as if he was asking for an unknown **** to show his mercy, and mumbled to comfort himself: "It's all right, all right ... sure It's okay. "

"So long a knife, one in and one out, it's unlikely that nothing will happen." Fei Du mercilessly interrupted him again, "Zhou Zong, although it is a life and death, but he is for you."

Zhou Huaijin collapsed his shoulders weakly: "I know, I just ..."

"I'm not talking about him blocking your sword," Fei Dueluo said aggressively, "Zhou, you know what I mean, I mean the cause and effect of the whole thing-you believe that anyone who deceives the world will have retribution. Is it true that cheating and deceiving may be bad luck? "

Zhou Huaijin shuddered.

Fei Du: "Would you like to start with how to plan for kidnapping yourself?"

The next few bodyguards in black approached calmly, nervously around Fei Du.

Fei Du's pale mouth with a ridiculous smile on his own, completely ignored these parallel imports-if they were useful, Zhou Huaixin would not be alive in the rescue room.

After a while, Zhou Huaijin waved his hand and said quietly, "You're right."

"Let's go, go out," Zhou Huaijin told the bodyguards, "let me talk to Mr. Fei."

Fei Du went to the vending machine, bought two bottles of water, and handed them to Zhou Huaijin.

"It's the person I'm looking for." Zhou Huaijin drank half a bottle, took a deep breath, and said without touching the village or the shop, "I also chose Hengda as the trustee."

"Aren't you afraid the police will be late, will they drown you in the river?"

"Someone was watching, and they would save me if there was something wrong. We were looking for locals who are familiar with the path, and it was not easy to be caught by the police-even if it doesn't matter, I prove that they are enthusiastic passersby. "

This is indeed very convenient.

Fei Du nodded: "You haven't been in China all year round. You may not be so familiar with the terrain. The two kidnappers were contacted by Hu Zhenyu? Why did you choose Baisha District?"

"I am the planner and decision maker. Others just follow my instructions and don't have to involve others." Zhou Huaijin paused, and reluctantly nodded. "Choose Baisha District, the way out from the airport is smooth, the second way It was the locals who were looking for help, and none of us had any obvious involvement with Baisha and it was not easy to be suspected. "

Fei Du: "People who help?"

"I just helped a friend before with my hand." Zhou Huaijin shook his head. "It has nothing to do with this."

"I ... when I suddenly heard the news of his death that day, I realized that this was an opportunity." Zhou Huaijin said dumbly, "I am in the group, just a glorious mascot. Zhou Junmao covered his hands with one hand. Zheng Kaifeng, this dog leg, can't speak to me. "

Fei Du: "I think Mr. Zhou is better than Yang Bo at least from his identity and seniority."

"Identity?" Zhou Huaijin smiled bitterly. "What is my identity? I'm just a shame."