The end of the day [unlimited flow]

Chapter 20 Corpse

"But..." Lin asked the classmate to look around again, wondering, "Where did the old monk go? I didn't see him in the room when I went to call people for breakfast..."

When someone mentioned his roommate, Lao Li said, "I didn't see him when I woke up."

At this time, the big man came down from the upstairs with his wooden slippers, and said: "The monk you mentioned, I saw him go into the forest this morning, hasn't he come back yet?"

"Into the woods?" Lin Rang wondered, "Why did he go into the woods? Could it be that he also wants to help brother Zhu Liang find medicine?"

Fang Zhiyou shook his head, "He didn't know about Zhu Liang's fever."

"Why don't we go and look for it together after dinner?" Lao Li suggested, "He's not too young, so he shouldn't be able to go far. He probably lost his way somewhere."

Everyone nodded one after another, and after a hasty breakfast, they were ready to set off to find someone.

Knowing that you were only wearing a round neck sweater and had been looking for herbs all morning, so everyone stayed behind to take care of the sick comrade Zhu Liang.

As for Xiao Qianqian, she was determined never to step out of this railing, so she went back to her room after washing the dishes.

"This medicine..." Fang Zhiyou looked down at the bowl of medicine in his hand that didn't look very tasty.

He first scooped a small spoonful of it for himself to test the temperature, but it didn't burn his mouth, but it directly hurt his heart.

Then he put it into Zhu Liang's mouth spoon by spoon, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Suffering is a bit bitter, even though I was harmed, but you have to bear it, hey, hey, bitter You can't vomit, how old are you, ouch..."

This is how to do…

Two minutes later, Fang Zhiyou looked at the small funnel he found and smiled with satisfaction.

The progress in the early stage has been very smooth, until the fourth spoonful, Zhu Liang opened his eyes...

"..."

After staring at each other awkwardly for a while, Zhu Liang stretched out his hand and took out the funnel he stuffed in his mouth and threw it aside. He didn't get angry, but sat up slowly, and looked at Fang Zhi in a daze. Stretched out his hand.

"What?" Fang Zhi was puzzled.

"Bring the medicine." Zhu Liang's voice was hoarse.

Knowing that he felt guilty at the moment, he naturally didn't have the confidence to talk to him anymore, so he obediently passed the medicine over.

Zhu Liang drank such a bitter medicine without even frowning.

After drinking, he simply put the bowl on the bedside table, and then retracted under the bed.

After being quiet for a while, Zhu Liang's voice came leisurely from the bed, "Did you boil this medicine?"

"No." Fang Zhiyou answered truthfully.

"Oh." Zhu Liang replied.

"But I found the isatid root in the mountain." Fang Zhiyou added.

"... Oh." Zhu Liang's reaction was still not salty.

Does he remember what he did to him when he was drunk?Fang Zhiyou couldn't help thinking about it.

"Put your clothes back on." Zhu Liang suddenly said again.

"Ah?" Fang Zhi, who was thinking about how to take the blame, knew whether he had time to recover.

Zhu Liang poked his head out of the bed again, his hair was almost messed up like a chicken coop, "I'm hot."

"...Oh." Fang Zhiyou replied while putting on his coat, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Don't sleep." Zhu Liang replied without hesitation.

"So, chatter?" Fang Zhiyou asked tentatively, "Actually, I saw the wound on your back when you took a bath last time."

"Yeah." Zhu Liang didn't sound surprised at all, and he was calmer than he expected.

But the more calm he was, the more uneasy he became when he knew it, "I didn't mean to peek, it just happened to be your turn..."

"Then, what do you want to say?" Zhu Liang asked.

what you want to say?Fang Zhiyou touched his head, feeling a little confused, "I just want to know how these wounds came about."

The room was quiet, and the birds in the woods chose this moment to stop their beaks.

Probably no one would be willing to dissect their own wounds for others, and turn out the bright red flesh and blood for others to taste.

Almost when Fang Zhiyou thought that Zhu Liang was angry, his voice sounded.

"I do not know."

This is Zhu Liang's answer. Compared with his answer when he was drunk, there is almost no difference except for the fluent expression.

"Since you have seen the wound, you should be able to guess how long I have been in the hospital bed." Zhu Liang continued, "I only regained consciousness two years ago, when I was born for the second time."

What's the meaning?Fang Zhi was taken aback, what is a second birth?

"I don't have much memory." Zhu Liang said, turning around, his heavy eyes piercing through the dim light into Fang Zhiyou's eyes.

Fang Zhiyou frowned, this is wrong, "But do you still remember that Jiang Fan was your high school classmate?"

After hearing this, he closed his eyes again, "I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Jiang Fan. In fact, even the fact that he was my high school classmate was heard from others."

... For a long time, Fang Zhiyou didn't even know how to speak. After a while, he said softly: "Zhu Liang, you are not lying to me."

"If I have not been deceived by others." Zhu Liang replied.

At this time, there was a loud noise from outside. It seemed that those who were looking for the old monk had returned.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a knock on the French window beside him, and Lin Rang's voice came later, "Brother Fang, come out and have a look."

So the two looked at each other for a while, only to know that Youcai got up and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows and asked, "Why, did anyone find it?"

And Zhu Liang also sat up slowly, turned his head and looked outside.

The old monk was lying upright on the grass in the small courtyard, his brows were wrinkled, his eyes were closed, his face was bloodless, and a large pool of red blood on his chest might be a fatal wound, but what was more fatal... ... There was a dagger stuck in the center of the pool of blood, which was the "dog leg".

In this situation... Fang Zhiyou couldn't help but looked up and looked around, and found that everyone's eyes were on him...

"Wait a minute." He quickly waved his hand, "That's right, the knife is mine, and I don't know why it appeared on...his body, but...if you kill people, you will leave your own knife behind On him?"

"..." Everyone suddenly realized, yes, keep the knife, is this because they are afraid that others will not know that they are the murderer?

However, Wan Li said again: "Maybe you just want to use this kind of thinking to mislead us?"

Fang Zhiyou touched his chin, and was too lazy to refute.

Who is not like this when encountering such a thing?Even if all the evidence seems deliberate, everyone will choose to ignore the deliberateness and believe in the so-called evidence to finalize the prisoner.

Why?Because when there are criminals but no suspects, panic will start to spread, and sparks will be contaminated on my body.

In order to avoid their own risks, they had no choice but to send others to the torture platform.

Who is not?

"Based on the stiffness of the corpse, you should have been looking for medicine in the woods when he died," Chu Xian also said.

This time it was Zhu Liang in the room who answered, "It's not him."

The fat man sneered, "You were still in a coma back then, you know what the hell?"

Hearing this, Zhu Liang also smiled, "Then let me ask you, why did he kill this monk? Why did he leave the knife after he killed it? Why did you let you find it if he left the knife? If he wants to kill, There are so many ways to prevent you from catching evidence, not to mention..."

"As long as he wants to, you won't live until tomorrow."

"Here, if you don't get hurt by others, you should be grateful. You have the courage to seek revenge for others."

After a few words, the people who were blocked were speechless.

But Fang Zhiyou turned his head to look at Zhu Liang, and laughed inexplicably.

Zhu Liang is a real person, if this matter falls on his own head, he will definitely not even bother to fart, and now he is talking for himself.

"I just said it wasn't Brother Fang." Lin Rang also said at this time, "How could he..."

"That's enough, that's enough." Fang Zhiyou stopped, "It's useless to talk too much, it's better to find out the real criminal."

The old monk's body hasn't rotted yet, so let's find out the clues now, and then we can rest in peace.It's just a pity that this dumb monk helped others to save others while he was alive, but no one chanted for him after his death.

Thinking this way, Fang Zhiyou took a closer look, the surface of the corpse was not seriously damaged, it seemed that he had not experienced a very violent fight, and the dagger on his chest killed him with one blow, but...

"What does his gesture mean?" Fang Zhiyou pointed to the old monk's hands and asked.

Everyone moved all the way, and only now did they notice his hand, as if he was holding something?

"Is there something in his hand before we went?" Lin Rang asked.

The fat man shook his head, "It's not like that, then the openings made by these two hands are too small to fit anything."

"Is it because he wants to put his palms together and recite scriptures for himself?" Deng Zhou said this time.

Although these guesses sound reasonable, they feel that something is missing.

"It's not right." Fang Zhiyou said.

They all forgot that this old monk has a very different feature, he is a dumb monk...