What's in the depths II

Chapter 45 The Sense of Ritual

Outside the ICU ward, there were occasional doctors coming and going, and every time the doctor went in to make rounds, Yun Qian followed him, and then was carried out.

Yunqian sat down on the bench by the door, but his eyes were still firmly glued to the door of the ward. He stood up sensitively at the slightest movement, looking ready to go.

When the forensic doctor Ann woke up, what should I say, "I'm sorry" or "Thank you".

In fact, I never thought that it would be An Yan who followed me all the way in a taxi, let alone that he would stand up to protect me at the moment of the explosion. If I were myself, would I be able to do it?

Because of my impulsiveness, I ruined other people's houses and caused An Yan to suffer this foreign crime. It is really not a pity for me to die [-] times.

There is really no way to repay the grace of saving lives.

Looking in through the glass on the door, you can only see the unclear outline wrapped by the thin quilt. An Yan is lying there with an oxygen tube inserted in his nose, quietly motionless, only the faint floating on the heart rate monitor makes people feel Think he's alive.

I didn't feel it before, so it turned out that he was so thin, even covered with a quilt, he looked a little thin, as if he was vulnerable to a single blow.

Yunqian sincerely prayed to the bright moon outside the window like a naive primary school student.

If An Yan can get through the danger smoothly, then he is willing to not eat meat for the rest of his life.

Except for sea travel.

Except for running on land.

Except for those flying in the sky.

moon:? ? ?

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"You hid it quite deep, kid. I almost let you get over it." Yu Yuan twisted his neck and made an unpleasant "click".

Song Zan was handcuffed and did not say a word.

"Don't pretend to be dumb, the evidence is solid now, I see what else you can come up with." Yu Yuan threw the folder in his hand on the table.

"At about 16:[-] p.m. on No. [-] last month, some people pointed out that you appeared in the abandoned park in front of Lu Yuanyuan's house. Lu Yuanyuan and her son Zhao Ting were also present at the time. Tell me, when did you Keep an eye on the two of them."

Song Zan looked up at Yu Yuan with stern eyes.

"There's also the formalin we found in your home. Tell me, what do you buy the formalin for? Drink it as water?!" Yu Yuan lost his patience, and his voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Lu Yuanyuan is blind in both eyes. She has been bullied and humiliated since she was a child, and her life after marriage is not satisfactory. It's not easy for her. It's better for you to just..."

"That's why I want to help her out." Song Zan suddenly interrupted Yu Yuan's chatter.

He was smiling, but there were tears in his eyes.

Yu Yuan was stunned. Facing Song Zan's answer, he couldn't find the right words to fight back.

"Others always say that as long as you are alive, there will be hope, but the most absolute thing in this world is that there is absolutely no absolute thing. For her, if she is alive, will the future be better? No, it will only get better. The struggle is getting deeper." Song Zan took a deep breath, smiled wryly and shook his head, "However, she is free now."

"You say you're free when you're free? You're a god? No? It's not that you just stop talking nonsense." Yu Yuan said in a nasty voice.

"Let me ask you again, you set the bomb up, right?"

Song Zan didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced.

"Tell me, can't you escape the plan to pull a back?"

"Officer, when shooting, will the muzzle be equipped with a silencer?" Inexplicably, Song Zan didn't answer Yu Yuan's question, but said this sentence without beginning or end.

"If you pretend or not, you will die." Yu Yuan sneered.

"I know, so I never planned to escape from the beginning." Song Zan smiled, "I can only say that the unlucky policeman in your team was completely accidental, who made him be so nosy, I never thought of hurting him If you can escape, run away, if you can't escape, it's his life."

As he spoke, Song Zan chuckled lightly: "Alright, although the methods are different, at least the results are similar."

"That's all right, all right, why don't you tell me the tongue twister? If you have the strength, you might as well save your confession." Yu Yuan patted the recorder on the side, signaling him not to write this sentence.

"I ask you, whose human skin belongs to it." Yu Yuan's tone softened a little, otherwise he would have felt quite suspected of extorting a confession.

"my mother."

When Song Zan said this, Yu Yuan just casually picked up the water glass on the side and just took a sip, when he heard this answer, he couldn't hold back and spit it all out.

The little police officer who unfortunately won the lottery next to him wiped the water off his face expressionlessly, and continued to tap the keyboard with his hands.

Yu Yuan wiped the water stains on his chin, and looked at Song Zan in disbelief: "You said, that's your mother...your mother's skin?"

Song Zan looked at Yu Yuan with that kind of almost confused eyes, and after a while, he murmured softly: "Yes..."

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The afterglow of the setting sun elongated people's shadows obliquely, and in the dilapidated small park, the breeze rolled up the yellow sand.

On the open space in the park, a few children were running around chasing a dirty football. They didn't understand the rules, and they didn't know the rules. They simply thought that whoever grabbed the ball would win.

On the painted wooden bench at the side, a thin woman sat there quietly. She was wearing a beige long skirt and a goose yellow silk scarf that her son helped to match. With a slight smile, he stroked the blind man's walking stick beside him with one hand.

"Xiaobao, shall we go home?" the woman asked softly.

"I want to play for a while, mother, can you sit down for a while~" Facing the cute son's cute acting like a baby, the woman finally lost her battle.

Beside the bench stood a tall man with a light-colored windbreaker and a stern face, standing there like a statue, motionless.

A short man came running from a distance, panting heavily, the flesh on his face was piled up in all directions, his eyes were fierce, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

I saw him yelling at the woman running towards him, and the little boy who was playing football suddenly stopped moving, staring blankly at the short man.

The incident seemed to happen in an instant, and before anyone present could react, the slap came down without warning.

The short man grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her off the bench and pressed her to the ground. After punching and kicking her, he dragged her up from the ground and asked her why she didn't go back to cook and wasted outside again. , I met some wild man.

The words are filthy. The filth is unbearable to the ear.

Immediately afterwards, the short man turned to the little boy on the side, pulling his ear and insisting that he tell who the adulterer of the woman was.

The child was too frightened to move, not even to shed tears.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be dyed blood red by the sunset, slowly floating in the sky.

The man who had been standing quietly at the side just watched silently, with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, his whole body was also glowing red under the glow of the sunset.

This scene is too familiar.

For a long time, this has been my own nightmare. Even though 15 years have passed, I still wake up from my dream countless times because of it.

In my memory, my mother is a well-known beauty in a radius of a hundred miles, gentle, virtuous, understanding, holding Jin Huaiyu, as if all the compliments in this world were born for her.

She is a full-time housewife, and her daily job is to cook, clean up the house, and take care of herself and her father.

As for my father, a leading cardiologist in a large hospital, he is serious and stern. He always frowns, and after a long time, a deep groove appears between his eyebrows.

No matter how tired, my mother never complained.

But there's one thing that's stuck in my mind.

In the early 1990s, the doctor’s salary was not high. Although anyone who came to propose a marriage could break the door of her house, the mother was also impressed by the father’s talent in the end. The banquet in the hometown was regarded as a wedding and married in a hurry.

Until later, the social status of doctors increased, and the wages of public institutions increased, but my father never thought of organizing a wedding for my mother.

He didn't think it was necessary.

In fact, my mother didn't think about making a fuss. What she wanted was really simple, a wedding and a wedding dress.

My father was always very busy. As his popularity increased greatly, more patients came here and he took over more operations. The highest record was seven operations a day, and he fainted and fell to the ground after he came out of the operating room.

He is a doctor, and he knows that for patients, there should be no slack, because a small mistake may lead to the failure of the operation and the death of the patient on the operating table.

So he has to be tense all the time.

The pressure of external public opinion and high-intensity work made him start to become strange.

From the gentle phrase "What dinner did my wife prepare today" after get off work every day to the cold "Where did you go today, why did I see you on XX Road".

Even a little unreasonable.

The string that had been tense all the time... broke off inadvertently.

He would pull himself, his eyes bloodshot, looking very tired and ask "are you really my son".

He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't understand what his father meant by saying this.

Before his father could give him a satisfactory answer, he would slap him across the face, cursing angrily, "Whose bastard are you?"

I was very scared, but I didn't dare to refute, and I couldn't cry, because no matter which way I got it, my father beat me even more violently.

At the beginning, the mother would comfort herself, "Dad is tired from work, under great pressure, and in a bad mood. We must understand him."

Until she was dragged home from the supermarket by her father tearing her long hair, kicking her and sternly questioning her about her relationship with the sales manager of the supermarket.

This home seemed to have become a hell on earth visible to the naked eye. Every day, I and my mother were struggling in the abyss, but the more we struggled, the deeper we sank.

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"When I was in elementary school, I was doing unit conversion. I didn't know how to calculate a square meter. I asked my father carefully, and my father listed a very professional formula for me to calculate, but I still didn't understand. I couldn't calculate it, so he pinched it. Holding my neck, I suspect that I am a bastard born to another man because my mother cheated on me, because he is very smart and I am too stupid."

Song Zan let out a long sigh, looked up, and saw the dazzling chandelier on the ceiling of the interrogation room.

"Yes, he is very knowledgeable, no matter how many years he will not forget those complicated formulas, he is also very professional in teaching, he tried his best to explain to me what is a square meter, but he will not take me to see See what a square meter is."

Song Zan laughed at himself, but with a smile, tears flowed down silently.

"Some parents, in the name of education, are actually venting their pressure, because they want to show their best side in front of outsiders in the workplace. I know this is very tiring, so they except their wives Children, don’t dare to hit others.”

"And when we grow up, we realize that sometimes all kinds of things don't go our way, and we also want to use violence to solve them, and violence is addictive."

"I made such a small mistake, why did you hit me so hard, why did you have to be so ferocious, it seems that I hurt him, I committed some heinous crime, but in fact, I just don't know how to count a square It's just rice."

"It was only later that I realized that it wasn't me who hurt him, it was him who was hurt elsewhere, and he could only vent it on me and my mother, because we are the only ones who won't resist."

"My mother just asked cautiously if she could take time to take a family portrait together, but she was suspected and abused by my father. She just wanted to wear a wedding dress and a family portrait. Is it difficult?"

Yu Yuan looked at him with mixed emotions in his heart.

"At first I thought that my father killed my mother and skinned her because he loved her and wanted to keep her forever, but then I realized that it was just for her to obscure the victim's information and avoid being investigated by the police. come out."

"But later, after the incident was revealed, he gave up struggling and chose to commit suicide."

"And now, I am exactly like him. When I know there is no way out, I think death is the only way to escape."

So, just like that, Song Zan helped Lu Yuanyuan escape, helped her youngest son escape, and also helped himself escape.

He put his mother's holster on Lu Yuanyuan, hoping to give his mother a wedding, and he also wanted to give Lu Yuanyuan a wedding, because they are all the same, they are good women, this is their most important ceremony——

That bomb was Song Zan's death gift to himself. He believed that the one who was going to die had to be vigorous, so that he would not be in vain after suffering so much in the world.

After more than five hours of interrogation, Song Zan did everything without saying a word.

He first went to Zhao Jian's auto parts store, dialed Zhao Jian's mobile phone according to the number left on the door, and tricked Zhao Jian out with the excuse that "there are too many accessories piled up at the door and the city management asked to clean them up" and subdued him. After that, he was tied to the car and waited.

Waiting for the woman who, even though she was ruthlessly hurt by her husband, still has to worry about why her husband hasn't come back for so long.

He buried the bodies of Zhao Jian and Zhao Ting in the back mountain, and only Lu Yuanyuan was left. He wanted to make up for Zhao Jian for the ceremony that he owed her all the time, and put on her the clothes that his mother had walked around the door of the bridal dress shop for a long time and looked at enviously. The wedding dress she wore, and by the way, made up for a wedding for her father and mother.

Not a perfect combination, neither human nor ghost like a monster.

But they will probably be satisfied.

But Lu Yuanyuan exhausted her last strength and escaped from Song Zan's house enduring the severe pain and groping after Song Zan went out. Really, it was as if her whole body was burned by a fire. She knew that she would not live long, but she still had to leave , I want to touch my precious son's little face for the last time.

She didn't know where she was, she just walked forward aimlessly in a daze.

However, it hurt too much, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold on anymore, so I fell down.

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Three days later, An Yan finally woke up. The doctor told him that the wound was not infected and he was recovering well. He could be transferred to the general ward when he regained consciousness.

Yunqian, who had been guarding the door of the ward for the past three days without eating or drinking, hugged the doctor and thanked the doctor loudly when he heard that An Yan had woken up, before falling down headfirst.

When he woke up again, he saw the glucose infusion above his head.

There seemed to be subtle noises around, like the rustling of paper being blown by the wind.

Yunqian got up sickly from the bed, and when he turned his head, he saw that Qingjun figure, who was in the hospital bed next to him, lowering his head and seriously writing something on the paper.

A fair face, an elegant swan-like neck, a delicate collarbone exposed in the baggy hospital gown, and a sharp chin that won't pile up flesh even if you lower your head to write.

"An, An forensic doctor?" Yun Qian said cautiously, her voice was very soft, for fear of disturbing this fragile and fragile ceramic beauty.

An Yan raised his head, his face was still as pale as paper, but his pale lips slightly evoked a smile: "You're awake."

"An forensic doctor, how are you doing now, is your back still hurting?"

"Fortunately, I took painkillers." An Yan lowered his head and smiled, "Although it's useless."

"Are there any other injuries?"

"Thank you, no."

"Then can I go there?"

"what."

Before An Yan could react, the fuzzy kid who had passed out from hunger pulled out the needle, jumped off the hospital bed, ran to his bedside and climbed up in three steps.

He knelt in front of him, looking pious, wiping his hands nervously on the hospital gown.

"Can I bury my head in your arms?" Yun Qian looked at An Yan expectantly with his round eyes open.

"No." An Yan refused him without thinking.

Even so, Yun Qian thought about it seriously for a long time after An Yan pressed himself under him to stop the huge fire behind him.

If Su Wenyu or Zhao Qin had suffered such a disaster, would he use his body to block it?

Naturally not.

What about An Yan?

The answer is obvious.

So, can I think affectionately that An Yan is actually interesting to me.

After all, not everyone dares to gamble with their lives.

As a matter of course, Yunqian directly filtered out An Yan's "no" and rubbed his head forward, afraid to touch the wound on his back, so he didn't dare to hug him, so he had to support the bed with both hands, leaning over in a strange posture In the past, he kissed his chest that was not generous but gave people a sense of security with the side face.

An Yan didn't push him away either, what's more, he was really weak now, he didn't have much strength, so he could only let him go.

"Sorry……"

But it seemed to be slightly different from what he had imagined. He didn't rub his oily face that hadn't been washed for several days against his chest, but just leaned against his arms like this, motionless, and then said in a low voice One sentence.

"Because I destroyed someone's house and hurt you on the spur of the moment. I really know that I was wrong. Whether it is losing money or making corresponding compensations for all parties involved, I will admit it, including you, can you let me take care of you? Until you get better."

An Yan chuckled: "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much."

Her tone was gentle, but she never reached out to hug him back.

As he himself said, impulsiveness is a big taboo, so don't act rashly before you think it through.

And I didn't respond to his feelings for a long time, but I also hoped that he would spend enough time to think about it clearly, and figured it out, whether it was really like it or just a momentary impulse.

The door of the ward slammed twice, almost reflexively, Yunqian pushed An Yan away, jumped out of bed, rolled back to his own bed, put on the quilt and lay down, as quiet as a chicken, as if he was crying and confessing affectionately just now Not like him.

An Yan was almost pushed to the head of the bed by him, but fortunately he moved quickly and grabbed the edge of the bed in time to rescue his already scarred back.

"Please come in." An Yan called softly.

The door opened, and a pair of long legs perfectly wrapped in tailored suit pants stepped in, followed by a tall body that would give people a sense of oppression.

"Group leader Wen? Why are you here?" Yunqian greeted him embarrassingly, but the meaning of "he is not welcome" was a little hard to hide.

Wen Qi didn't even look at An Yan, who was sitting on the hospital bed beside him, and went straight to Yunqian's hospital bed, and put a large bunch of purple calla lilies in his hand into the glass bottle on Yunqian's bedside table.

"Come and see you." Wen Qi smiled softly.

"Ah? Didn't you say that you are now assisting in the investigation of the case in Linshi?"

"Yeah, but because I was too worried about you, I rushed back early. Let me see where it hurts."

Yunqian quickly squeezed the quilt tightly, and looked at him with horror on his face: "I'm fine, just a little skin trauma, which is not worth mentioning. It's thanks to An Forensic Doctor who blocked it for me. Why don't you go and comfort him, his injury is comparable to I'm more serious."

The moment these words were blurted out, the smile on Wen Qie's face disappeared instantly.

But out of face, he turned around and asked An Yan how he was in a stylized manner.

An Yan nodded: "It's nothing serious now."

"Okay, pay attention to recuperating." Greeting mechanically, a few simple words sounded as perfunctory as possible.