"I know Xu Ju, it's okay to thank you, and I will trouble you...Professor Zhang and Wu Detachment are in a relatively stable mood. I will comfort them in time. Please contact me if you have anything to go back."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone, waved his hand to signal that the waiter who was hesitating not far away did not need to refill the water, then turned around and pushed open the private room door.
This is a high-end tea room with very good privacy and confidentiality. The thick door shuts off all movement outside. The two who had almost made a commotion at the gate of the branch just now sat at the two ends of the wooden table. Zhang Zhixing stared at Wu Yu, his eyes filled with dazedness, tension, and disbelief; Wu Yu lowered his head in his stare. , Can not see the slightest expression under the dense eyelashes at all.
The Pu-erh tea in front of him didn't move, with a jacket over his tightly curved shoulders, and his hands in black leather gloves were folded on his thighs. Under the indifferent winter light outside the window, it was like an icy statue in the dark blue shadows Stone statue.
The tea room was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of breathing. Jiang Ting pondered for a moment, pulled the chair on the other side of the small square table and sat down, continued a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Zhixing: "Professor."
The teacup collided with the tabletop with a soft tink, and Zhang Zhixing seemed to be awakened, finally staring at Wu Yu and squeezing out a few words: "You went to find him the day Zhang Boming jumped off the building, didn't you?"
Wu Yu's cheek twitched.
"Why are you looking for him? What did you say to him? What happened that day?!"
"..."
Wu Yu said nothing, Jiang Ting coughed, and his tone was very gentle: "——Professor, don’t worry. No matter what he said to the investigation team, the investigation team must have something to say to the family. You get it here. What's the situation like?"
After all, Jiang Ting was the one who had been in the Gongzhou City Bureau scene last week, and he handled this situation much better than Wu Yu. Zhang Zhixing's gaze suddenly turned to Jiang Ting, his cloudy eyes were uncertain, as if his heart was struggling fiercely which side he was on, he said hoarsely: "They won't tell me anything, only that Zhang Boming is because The'painter' died of his wounds, did not come back, and jumped off the building because of the strong tendency of survivors to commit suicide."
The guilty suicidal tendency of survivors is a kind of post-traumatic stress syndrome. In reality, there are indeed many suicide cases. However, Zhang Boming clearly knows that the painter is not dead, so this reason is obviously that the investigation team is perfunctory to his father.
"...I don't believe it," Zhang Zhixing held the teacup tightly in one hand, as if he could barely restrain his emotions with this action: "So later I asked someone in private to find out that I had visited my son's ward that day. he……"
"Who told you?" Jiang Ting interrupted suddenly.
Zhang Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's... it's Lin Kang."
——Lin Kang.
Jiang Ting glanced at Wu Yu, and saw Wu Yu's eyebrows jump slightly in the shadow.
"...So Lin Kang also went to Zhang Boming that day?" Jiang Ting frowned and turned to Zhang Zhixing to ask.
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, Lin Kang went to my son to sign some documents for the dissolution of the special situation team after the operation. He saw that Zhang Boming was depressed at the time, so he asked what happened. Zhang Boming said that Xie Xing had just arrived in the ward for half an hour. I just left..."
"Xie Xing came to see you alone?" Lin Kang pulled a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed, surprised: "This is really a rare visitor. Even Feng Ting went to visit him and ate closed doors.-He has recovered enough to walk alone. ?"
With thick curtains drawn in the single ward of Yundian Provincial Hospital, the air is floating with the unique smell of medicine. A figure sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and buried his face in his palm, without any movement for a long time, casting a solidified shadow on the ground.
"What's the matter with you?" Lin Kang felt something wrong. "Are you okay? Did you just—"
Zhang Boming's dumb voice came from his palm: "...Do you think he hates me?"
"Jiexing? Hate you?"
Lin Kang's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, but then a cold surprise suddenly came to his mind: "There is no reason, where do you start?"
Zhang Boming laughed indistinctly, and the ending sound was full of helpless sadness, like rough gravel rubbing the flesh and blood wound, and after a long while he finally raised his bloodshot eyes.
"Do you know Lin Kang? I have never regretted it like I do now, I have never regretted it like this... I know how hypocritical and incompetent I am."
Lin Kang looked at him suspiciously.
"It would be great if I had never seen him before." Zhang Boming looked at the slowly floating dust in the air, and his voice was as soft as a dream: "If I had never been in that place at that time, if he was in this life Never met me...just fine."
The rising heat in the teacup dissipated into the air. Jiang Ting withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it all?"
Zhang Zhixing nodded hard, and every inch of his neck bone moved, he made an old and rusty creak: "That's it, Lin Kang said that afterwards Zhang Boming changed the subject, and he didn't dare to ask any more, just as a painter because of the undercover. The experience of his life in nine years of death has caused resentment towards my son who brought him into this business."
Speaking of this, Zhang Zhixing cast his gaze towards Wu Yu, and Jiang Ting coughed and interrupted: "What about then?"
"...After?" Zhang Zhixing gave a wry smile. "After that, he said that my son's emotions stabilized quickly, and he took the initiative to process a part of the document procedures. Lin Kang left the ward in about forty minutes. I happened to have dinner with me. Visited in the hospital and had a meeting with Lin Kang. He said that he would go back to the office and implement the documents signed by Zhang Boming, so we didn't talk much."
Wu Yu did not move, but the fingers resting on his thighs trembled slightly. Only Jiang Ting caught a glimpse of this detail.
But there was no reaction on his face, and he asked Zhang Zhixing: "Is he in a normal mood when you saw Zhang Boming?"
"It's all normal. I stayed for about 20 minutes." Zhang Zhixing lowered his head and took a hard breath, choked a little: "He said he took the medicine prescribed by the nurse and was a little sleepy. He wanted to sleep and then wake up to eat... So I put down my dinner and left first. I didn't expect that after only one and a half hours...only one and a half hours later..."
I want to sleep and wake up and eat again. It doesn't look like a person who is about to commit suicide in an hour and a half-but the question is whether Zhang Boming will tell the truth to his father at that time. This is indeed open to question.
Jiang Ting lightly leaned back on the back of the rosewood chair, groaning for a while, and then slowly said, "I don't know much about this Officer Lin... But what he revealed to you sounds like it is hidden. Less content."
"——Lin Kang said more to the investigation team." At this time, Wu Yu spoke without warning, staring at the delicate texture of the black rosewood tabletop, not knowing whether this was for Jiang Ting or To Zhang Zhixing: "Lin Hang told Feng Ting that I felt very resentful towards Zhang Boming. I might be suspected of verbally forcing Zhang Boming to commit suicide and apologize, and I might even have passion for committing crimes. Feng Ting advised Lin Hang not to make this unfounded Tell the investigation team if you want to, or wait until I have passed the psychological assessment and confirmed that I have recovered, but Lin Gang did not listen to his opinion."
Not only Zhang Zhixing, but even Jiang Ting was taken aback, only to see Wu Yu curling his lips without a smile.
"Later, an investigation team was set up for the case of Zhang Boming jumping from a building, but because of the high confidentiality of our hospitalization, the three floors below the top of the hospital were not monitored. No one was able to reproduce the scene at that time, or even witness the scene accurately. No doctors or nurses can be found. In this case, I can only rely on the investigator’s own judgment. Lin Kang was the first to propose to the investigation team that I might be involved in the passionate killing of Zhang Boming."ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Zhang Zhixing didn't expect this to happen, and said in amazement: "He didn't tell me that..."
"I didn't kill your son." Wu Yu stood up and looked down at Zhang Zhixing: "I did go to him that day, but I told the investigation team what I should say. Lin Kang's accusation against me is so Seriously, the investigative team’s interrogation efforts are countless times stronger than you are now. If I really had a ghost in my heart, I wouldn’t stand here at all."
Zhang Zhixing stared at him with wide eyes: "You..."
"I agree with Zhang Boming's hypocritical and incompetent self-assessment, and I wish I had never met him. If I said that I never wanted him to die in those ten years, it would be false, but I haven't had it since I came back alive. Kind of idea."
Wu Yu took a breath and suppressed the slight tremor of the ending sound, even though no one could hear it:
"People's death debts are gone, and what Zhang Boming owed me has been paid off."
The wooden chair made a sharp scratch on the ground, and Wu Yu turned and walked out of the tea room.
Zhang Zhixing abruptly stood up: "Wait! You come back to be clear, you are clear -" Then Jiang Ting held it down.
"If you ask him now, I can't tell you anything. I will contact you when I turn back." Jiang Ting pushed the desperate Zhang Zhixing back to his seat and hurriedly chased out the door.
The sky was dark on the street outside the teahouse, and the horns of the traffic flow in the evening rush hour one after another. Standing under the bare tree trunk on the sidewalk, Wu Yu tremblingly took out a cigarette, was trying to touch the lighter, and suddenly he lit a cluster of flames on his side—it was Jiang Ting.
"...Lin Kang lied to the investigation team." Wu Yu raised his head vigorously and exhaled a puff of light white smoke, hoarsely said: "The last person Zhang Boming saw before he died was not his father, it was Lin Kang."
Jiang Ting had expected it, but what he wanted to know was: "Why did everyone get deceived back then, and you didn't find out?"
"Time difference."
"what?"
"Lin Kang told the investigation team that he had only contacted Zhang Boming once, and I saw it only once. However, under the circumstances of severely limited information at the time, I couldn't find a fatal difference in it-I saw Lin When Kang entered Zhang Boming's ward, his father had already delivered dinner and left, which meant that it was actually the second time."
Jiang Ting sensitively: "You see?"
"Yes." Wu Yu paused and said word by word from his teeth: "What happened on the afternoon of Zhang Boming's suicide... is more complicated than everyone thought."
"...Don't say it, please... don't say it..."
In the ward of Yundian Provincial Hospital, Zhang Boming shuddered and knelt on the ground, his nails stuck on the ground, his hands trembled sharply because of excessive force, the blue veins snaking up his neck along his arms, his face was painful.
"I didn't expect that I could come back alive, and I could wake up in the rescue, right? Look at your face," Wu Yu knelt down on one knee and raised the face with contorted and convulsed facial features in his ear. Word by word gently said: "When I sent you a distress signal and you ignored it, where was this face? When I gave up the lives of undercover men to catch Hodgson, where was this face? You still have a face. Alive? Still have the face to stand on the same platform as me to get the medal?"
"If it weren't for you, nothing would have happened in the past twelve years, no one would die, and no one would be taken out to make sacrifices. If only I had never met you."
"——You really make me sick, Zhang Boming, you make me sick more than a shark."
The wind swept across the world like a high tide, Zhang Boming looked at Wu Yu in despair, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but tremblingly closed again.
Wu Yu stood up and looked at him coldly, showing an undisguised, ridiculous smile for a long while:
"I am waiting."
Zhang Boming suddenly stretched out his hand, but Wu Yu had turned around and walked out of the ward without looking back, and slammed the door shut——
boom!
The door of the ward was closed again and again, Wu Yu's strength was evacuated, and he slid down to the ground inch by inch along the closed door, buried his face in his palm, and it took a long time to let out a hoarse, altered cry.
The ward was empty and gloomy, and the top of the hospital had been emptied. There were no patients other than himself, and no one could hear the heart-piercing cry of joy, despair, sadness and venting. I don’t know how long the surrounding area finally calmed down. He knelt on the cold ground, as if the soul had been out of his body with the last trace of strength. He could only stare at the air in a collapsed state. The mirror in the bathroom not far away reflected his embarrassment. Silhouette.
...I'm so ugly, he thought.
This look is really ugly.
He struggled to stand up, staggered into the bathroom, took off his clothes and turned on the water. The shower flowed from the top of his head through the closed eyes, and the warm water flowed down the neck and chest, and flowed through the scarred body; he just stood motionless in the water, like a fetus returning to the first womb of life, completely Earth, for a long time, to isolate the whole world beyond the current.
——I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a slight click from outside amidst the splashing sound.
Someone opened the door and walked in.
Maybe it's the doctor, or the nurse for the rounds, maybe Zhang Boming. Wu Yu has no interest in reacting to the outside world at all. He has done what he has to do next step by step, turning off the water, drying his hair, and looking at himself in the mirror with critical eyes; I took out the hospital-equipped faders from the drawer, and carefully and meticulously pushed away the long hair during this period of time, revealing the unhealed forehead, slender black eyebrows, and cold, black and white eyes.
The bathroom light shone on his thin and tall body, and countless old and new scars formed a staggered shadow, like a perfect ivory statue after being polished by the years.
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, put on clean clothes and shoes. Suddenly he heard another extremely slight, almost imperceptible footsteps, this time from the bedside to the door, and after about two seconds, the door opened and closed again—
It was the person who came into his ward just now, and he left.
This is not normal.
It may be the hot bath just now, which caused Wu Yu to touch the ground a little bit from the state of being out of his body, and instinctively felt some kind of weirdness. He turned and pushed open the bathroom door to scan his vision, and found nothing more or less in the ward, then silently unscrewed the doorknob and looked out. At the end of the corridor, only a certain figure flashed.
It was Lin Kang, still holding half a piece of paper in his hand.
What is he here for?
Wu Yu only hesitated for half a second, but the suspicion from nowhere made his heart move, and silently followed him out, like a shadow in the corner without making any sound. Lin Kang was unaware of the tracking behind him. He went downstairs and turned around. Wu Yu was hidden in the corner of the corridor. He stopped in front of Zhang Boming's ward and knocked on the door.
Wu Yu's pupils compressed unconsciously.
The next second the door of the ward opened from inside, and Zhang Boming's hoarse tone-shifted voice came: "You..."
Lin Kang lifted the half of the paper in his hand, Zhang Boming's voice stopped abruptly.
The air seemed to freeze, and the scene in the door could not be seen from Wu Yu's point of view. Unexplained shock suddenly came to my heart——
That half of the paper was found in his ward?
What's on it?
"..." After a few seconds as long as a century, Zhang Boming's voice finally rang again, this time calming a lot: "Come in and talk."
Lin Kang nodded and walked into the room. Wu Yu's dilated pupils in amazement reflected the door that clicked to close.
"Come in and talk"-these four words are the last time Wu Yu heard Zhang Boming's voice.
An hour later, at 6 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Zhang Boming jumped off the top of the hospital and ended his life tragically.
"I know Xu Ju, it's okay to thank you, and I will trouble you...Professor Zhang and Wu Detachment are in a relatively stable mood. I will comfort them in time. Please contact me if you have anything to go back."
Jiang Ting hung up the phone, waved his hand to signal that the waiter who was hesitating not far away did not need to refill the water, then turned around and pushed open the private room door.
This is a high-end tea room with very good privacy and confidentiality. The thick door shuts off all movement outside. The two who had almost made a commotion at the gate of the branch just now sat at the two ends of the wooden table. Zhang Zhixing stared at Wu Yu, his eyes filled with dazedness, tension, and disbelief; Wu Yu lowered his head in his stare. , Can not see the slightest expression under the dense eyelashes at all.
The Pu-erh tea in front of him didn't move, with a jacket over his tightly curved shoulders, and his hands in black leather gloves were folded on his thighs. Under the indifferent winter light outside the window, it was like an icy statue in the dark blue shadows Stone statue.
The tea room was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of breathing. Jiang Ting pondered for a moment, pulled the chair on the other side of the small square table and sat down, continued a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Zhixing: "Professor."
The teacup collided with the tabletop with a soft tink, and Zhang Zhixing seemed to be awakened, finally staring at Wu Yu and squeezing out a few words: "You went to find him the day Zhang Boming jumped off the building, didn't you?"
Wu Yu's cheek twitched.
"Why are you looking for him? What did you say to him? What happened that day?!"
"..."
Wu Yu said nothing, Jiang Ting coughed, and his tone was very gentle: "——Professor, don’t worry. No matter what he said to the investigation team, the investigation team must have something to say to the family. You get it here. What's the situation like?"
After all, Jiang Ting was the one who had been in the Gongzhou City Bureau scene last week, and he handled this situation much better than Wu Yu. Zhang Zhixing's gaze suddenly turned to Jiang Ting, his cloudy eyes were uncertain, as if his heart was struggling fiercely which side he was on, he said hoarsely: "They won't tell me anything, only that Zhang Boming is because The'painter' died of his wounds, did not come back, and jumped off the building because of the strong tendency of survivors to commit suicide."
The guilty suicidal tendency of survivors is a kind of post-traumatic stress syndrome. In reality, there are indeed many suicide cases. However, Zhang Boming clearly knows that the painter is not dead, so this reason is obviously that the investigation team is perfunctory to his father.
"...I don't believe it," Zhang Zhixing held the teacup tightly in one hand, as if he could barely restrain his emotions with this action: "So later I asked someone in private to find out that I had visited my son's ward that day. he……"
"Who told you?" Jiang Ting interrupted suddenly.
Zhang Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's... it's Lin Kang."
——Lin Kang.
Jiang Ting glanced at Wu Yu, and saw Wu Yu's eyebrows jump slightly in the shadow.
"...So Lin Kang also went to Zhang Boming that day?" Jiang Ting frowned and turned to Zhang Zhixing to ask.
Zhang Zhixing said: "Yes, Lin Kang went to my son to sign some documents for the dissolution of the special situation team after the operation. He saw that Zhang Boming was depressed at the time, so he asked what happened. Zhang Boming said that Xie Xing had just arrived in the ward for half an hour. I just left..."
"Xie Xing came to see you alone?" Lin Kang pulled a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed, surprised: "This is really a rare visitor. Even Feng Ting went to visit him and ate closed doors.-He has recovered enough to walk alone. ?"
With thick curtains drawn in the single ward of Yundian Provincial Hospital, the air is floating with the unique smell of medicine. A figure sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and buried his face in his palm, without any movement for a long time, casting a solidified shadow on the ground.
"What's the matter with you?" Lin Kang felt something wrong. "Are you okay? Did you just—"
Zhang Boming's dumb voice came from his palm: "...Do you think he hates me?"
"Jiexing? Hate you?"
Lin Kang's first reaction was to suspect that he had heard it wrong, but then a cold surprise suddenly came to his mind: "There is no reason, where do you start?"
Zhang Boming laughed indistinctly, and the ending sound was full of helpless sadness, like rough gravel rubbing the flesh and blood wound, and after a long while he finally raised his bloodshot eyes.
"Do you know Lin Kang? I have never regretted it like I do now, I have never regretted it like this... I know how hypocritical and incompetent I am."
Lin Kang looked at him suspiciously.
"It would be great if I had never seen him before." Zhang Boming looked at the slowly floating dust in the air, and his voice was as soft as a dream: "If I had never been in that place at that time, if he was in this life Never met me...just fine."
The rising heat in the teacup dissipated into the air. Jiang Ting withdrew his gaze, pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it all?"
Zhang Zhixing nodded hard, and every inch of his neck bone moved, he made an old and rusty creak: "That's it, Lin Kang said that afterwards Zhang Boming changed the subject, and he didn't dare to ask any more, just as a painter because of the undercover. The experience of his life in nine years of death has caused resentment towards my son who brought him into this business."
Speaking of this, Zhang Zhixing cast his gaze towards Wu Yu, and Jiang Ting coughed and interrupted: "What about then?"
"...After?" Zhang Zhixing gave a wry smile. "After that, he said that my son's emotions stabilized quickly, and he took the initiative to process a part of the document procedures. Lin Kang left the ward in about forty minutes. I happened to have dinner with me. Visited in the hospital and had a meeting with Lin Kang. He said that he would go back to the office and implement the documents signed by Zhang Boming, so we didn't talk much."
Wu Yu did not move, but the fingers resting on his thighs trembled slightly. Only Jiang Ting caught a glimpse of this detail.
But there was no reaction on his face, and he asked Zhang Zhixing: "Is he in a normal mood when you saw Zhang Boming?"
"It's all normal. I stayed for about 20 minutes." Zhang Zhixing lowered his head and took a hard breath, choked a little: "He said he took the medicine prescribed by the nurse and was a little sleepy. He wanted to sleep and then wake up to eat... So I put down my dinner and left first. I didn't expect that after only one and a half hours...only one and a half hours later..."
I want to sleep and wake up and eat again. It doesn't look like a person who is about to commit suicide in an hour and a half-but the question is whether Zhang Boming will tell the truth to his father at that time. This is indeed open to question.
Jiang Ting lightly leaned back on the back of the rosewood chair, groaning for a while, and then slowly said, "I don't know much about this Officer Lin... But what he revealed to you sounds like it is hidden. Less content."
"——Lin Kang said more to the investigation team." At this time, Wu Yu spoke without warning, staring at the delicate texture of the black rosewood tabletop, not knowing whether this was for Jiang Ting or To Zhang Zhixing: "Lin Hang told Feng Ting that I felt very resentful towards Zhang Boming. I might be suspected of verbally forcing Zhang Boming to commit suicide and apologize, and I might even have passion for committing crimes. Feng Ting advised Lin Hang not to make this unfounded Tell the investigation team if you want to, or wait until I have passed the psychological assessment and confirmed that I have recovered, but Lin Gang did not listen to his opinion."
Not only Zhang Zhixing, but even Jiang Ting was taken aback, only to see Wu Yu curling his lips without a smile.
"Later, an investigation team was set up for the case of Zhang Boming jumping from a building, but because of the high confidentiality of our hospitalization, the three floors below the top of the hospital were not monitored. No one was able to reproduce the scene at that time, or even witness the scene accurately. No doctors or nurses can be found. In this case, I can only rely on the investigator’s own judgment. Lin Kang was the first to propose to the investigation team that I might be involved in the passionate killing of Zhang Boming."ωωω.999xs.co\m\
Zhang Zhixing didn't expect this to happen, and said in amazement: "He didn't tell me that..."
"I didn't kill your son." Wu Yu stood up and looked down at Zhang Zhixing: "I did go to him that day, but I told the investigation team what I should say. Lin Kang's accusation against me is so Seriously, the investigative team’s interrogation efforts are countless times stronger than you are now. If I really had a ghost in my heart, I wouldn’t stand here at all."
Zhang Zhixing stared at him with wide eyes: "You..."
"I agree with Zhang Boming's hypocritical and incompetent self-assessment, and I wish I had never met him. If I said that I never wanted him to die in those ten years, it would be false, but I haven't had it since I came back alive. Kind of idea."
Wu Yu took a breath and suppressed the slight tremor of the ending sound, even though no one could hear it:
"People's death debts are gone, and what Zhang Boming owed me has been paid off."
The wooden chair made a sharp scratch on the ground, and Wu Yu turned and walked out of the tea room.
Zhang Zhixing abruptly stood up: "Wait! You come back to be clear, you are clear -" Then Jiang Ting held it down.
"If you ask him now, I can't tell you anything. I will contact you when I turn back." Jiang Ting pushed the desperate Zhang Zhixing back to his seat and hurriedly chased out the door.
The sky was dark on the street outside the teahouse, and the horns of the traffic flow in the evening rush hour one after another. Standing under the bare tree trunk on the sidewalk, Wu Yu tremblingly took out a cigarette, was trying to touch the lighter, and suddenly he lit a cluster of flames on his side—it was Jiang Ting.
"...Lin Kang lied to the investigation team." Wu Yu raised his head vigorously and exhaled a puff of light white smoke, hoarsely said: "The last person Zhang Boming saw before he died was not his father, it was Lin Kang."
Jiang Ting had expected it, but what he wanted to know was: "Why did everyone get deceived back then, and you didn't find out?"
"Time difference."
"what?"
"Lin Kang told the investigation team that he had only contacted Zhang Boming once, and I saw it only once. However, under the circumstances of severely limited information at the time, I couldn't find a fatal difference in it-I saw Lin When Kang entered Zhang Boming's ward, his father had already delivered dinner and left, which meant that it was actually the second time."
Jiang Ting sensitively: "You see?"
"Yes." Wu Yu paused and said word by word from his teeth: "What happened on the afternoon of Zhang Boming's suicide... is more complicated than everyone thought."
"...Don't say it, please... don't say it..."
In the ward of Yundian Provincial Hospital, Zhang Boming shuddered and knelt on the ground, his nails stuck on the ground, his hands trembled sharply because of excessive force, the blue veins snaking up his neck along his arms, his face was painful.
"I didn't expect that I could come back alive, and I could wake up in the rescue, right? Look at your face," Wu Yu knelt down on one knee and raised the face with contorted and convulsed facial features in his ear. Word by word gently said: "When I sent you a distress signal and you ignored it, where was this face? When I gave up the lives of undercover men to catch Hodgson, where was this face? You still have a face. Alive? Still have the face to stand on the same platform as me to get the medal?"
"If it weren't for you, nothing would have happened in the past twelve years, no one would die, and no one would be taken out to make sacrifices. If only I had never met you."
"——You really make me sick, Zhang Boming, you make me sick more than a shark."
The wind swept across the world like a high tide, Zhang Boming looked at Wu Yu in despair, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but tremblingly closed again.
Wu Yu stood up and looked at him coldly, showing an undisguised, ridiculous smile for a long while:
"I am waiting."
Zhang Boming suddenly stretched out his hand, but Wu Yu had turned around and walked out of the ward without looking back, and slammed the door shut——
boom!
The door of the ward was closed again and again, Wu Yu's strength was evacuated, and he slid down to the ground inch by inch along the closed door, buried his face in his palm, and it took a long time to let out a hoarse, altered cry.
The ward was empty and gloomy, and the top of the hospital had been emptied. There were no patients other than himself, and no one could hear the heart-piercing cry of joy, despair, sadness and venting. I don’t know how long the surrounding area finally calmed down. He knelt on the cold ground, as if the soul had been out of his body with the last trace of strength. He could only stare at the air in a collapsed state. The mirror in the bathroom not far away reflected his embarrassment. Silhouette.
...I'm so ugly, he thought.
This look is really ugly.
He struggled to stand up, staggered into the bathroom, took off his clothes and turned on the water. The shower flowed from the top of his head through the closed eyes, and the warm water flowed down the neck and chest, and flowed through the scarred body; he just stood motionless in the water, like a fetus returning to the first womb of life, completely Earth, for a long time, to isolate the whole world beyond the current.
——I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a slight click from outside amidst the splashing sound.
Someone opened the door and walked in.
Maybe it's the doctor, or the nurse for the rounds, maybe Zhang Boming. Wu Yu has no interest in reacting to the outside world at all. He has done what he has to do next step by step, turning off the water, drying his hair, and looking at himself in the mirror with critical eyes; I took out the hospital-equipped faders from the drawer, and carefully and meticulously pushed away the long hair during this period of time, revealing the unhealed forehead, slender black eyebrows, and cold, black and white eyes.
The bathroom light shone on his thin and tall body, and countless old and new scars formed a staggered shadow, like a perfect ivory statue after being polished by the years.
Wu Yu lowered his eyes, put on clean clothes and shoes. Suddenly he heard another extremely slight, almost imperceptible footsteps, this time from the bedside to the door, and after about two seconds, the door opened and closed again—
It was the person who came into his ward just now, and he left.
This is not normal.
It may be the hot bath just now, which caused Wu Yu to touch the ground a little bit from the state of being out of his body, and instinctively felt some kind of weirdness. He turned and pushed open the bathroom door to scan his vision, and found nothing more or less in the ward, then silently unscrewed the doorknob and looked out. At the end of the corridor, only a certain figure flashed.
It was Lin Kang, still holding half a piece of paper in his hand.
What is he here for?
Wu Yu only hesitated for half a second, but the suspicion from nowhere made his heart move, and silently followed him out, like a shadow in the corner without making any sound. Lin Kang was unaware of the tracking behind him. He went downstairs and turned around. Wu Yu was hidden in the corner of the corridor. He stopped in front of Zhang Boming's ward and knocked on the door.
Wu Yu's pupils compressed unconsciously.
The next second the door of the ward opened from inside, and Zhang Boming's hoarse tone-shifted voice came: "You..."
Lin Kang lifted the half of the paper in his hand, Zhang Boming's voice stopped abruptly.
The air seemed to freeze, and the scene in the door could not be seen from Wu Yu's point of view. Unexplained shock suddenly came to my heart——
That half of the paper was found in his ward?
What's on it?
"..." After a few seconds as long as a century, Zhang Boming's voice finally rang again, this time calming a lot: "Come in and talk."
Lin Kang nodded and walked into the room. Wu Yu's dilated pupils in amazement reflected the door that clicked to close.
"Come in and talk"-these four words are the last time Wu Yu heard Zhang Boming's voice.
An hour later, at 6 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Zhang Boming jumped off the top of the hospital and ended his life tragically.
