夜夜未满十八勿进的爽爽影院

Chapter 129 (Let’s Go to Find Him) As Bitter Cold Was Approaching, Heavy Snow Blocked the Mountain

With the calmness of Zhao Yuan, Zheng Zihuan was tearful, and they three stayed up for the whole night.

A day later, the police gave the further confirmation and registered it as a murder case.

At present, only the view of one’s back in the video could be used as a breakthrough point.

The police carefully told them all the investigations—there was nothing else in the ward except the usual caregiver’s fingerprints and shoe prints. The buzzing alarm had been cut off earlier, and the red detoxification tube, which had been tightly connected, was loosened in advance. There was a white spot at the interface. Something hard caused the detoxification tube to fall down and the hard object was a stone. Combined with Zheng Zihuan’s recollection, it should be someone who used a launcher like a slingshot. The hospital’s video was blank for three hours because of a sudden power failure in the surveillance room, which temporarily was an accident. But after the power supply was restored, a strange man’s back appeared in the corner of the corridor, but the man’s face was not photographed.

There was a very large dose of sleeping drugs in Zheng Zihuan’s drinking water. If he drank all, it was also very likely for him to die.

After the police finished, they showed the remaining video to the three. Through the only 10-second video, they saw a man wearing a sport cap, and they could not tell how old he was. He rushed out of the safe passage, where there was no camera.

“He is somehow like... Zhang Dong.” Lin Wenxi could not help but shout out.

The reminder notes were like the slingshot hit Lin Wenxi. Zhang Dong visited once. Zhang Dong appeared twice. Zhao Yuan’s father died. Eventually, the handwriting of the note was identified as Zhang Dong’s. If he was the murderer, why should he remind him? If he was not the murderer, why did the evidence that appeared point to him?

Zhang Dong, the note, and the slingshot—Mo Shi, Zhao Yuan’s heart was cold.

“When can we bury Mingjiang?” Zheng Zihuan asked.

“The specific cause of death has yet to be ascertained. The video still needs to be analyzed, and the autopsy of the deceased will take time. I estimate that it will take at least half a month. It is difficult to get through this year.” The person in charge gave a sad smile.

“Why did it take so long?” Zheng Zihuan asked excitedly.

“There are many criminal cases, and we can’t look into this case so quickly if no one cares about it,” the policeman said and glanced at Lin Wenxi.

Zhao Yuan nodded gratefully and said to Zheng Zihuan, “Uncle Zheng, you should go back to rest soon. My father has gone. You can’t ruin your body because of him. You haven’t eaten for three days. Aunt is waiting for you at home. Besides, Brother Kai’s injury may not be healed yet.”

“When you will cremate him, I’ll see him off.” Zheng Zihuan did not reluctantly stay here. In addition to repeatedly seeing Zhao Mingjiang sleeping peacefully in bed but losing his bloody face, more was to recall everything before. He felt guilty when he saw that Zhao Yuan could forcibly resist grief these days and deal with all the matters in good order, but he was really incapable of helping anything. On the contrary, he needed the two children to take care of himself distractedly, so he really felt guilty.

“Before cremation, be sure to tell me because I don’t want to see him in a jar when I come.” Zheng Zihuan repeatedly asked Zhao Yuan to promise, and Zhao Yuan solemnly agreed.

“It’s an eventful year.” Shu Xiaoman and Gu Xi sat in pairs, idly turning over the fortune-telling book, and Zhang An’an was lying quietly with the book in hand.

“I didn’t expect that I am the only one in Dormitory 419 now.”

“I also didn’t expect that I am the only one in Dormitory 216 now.”

The two face to face laughed bitterly.

Wang Zhengjuan speeded up on the highway, and it was said that she killed someone. Zhou Nannan went to assist in the investigation. Zhou Nannan was the youngest in her dormitory, and her mind is the purest. Everyone treated her as a sister, and they never thought that she would cry for someone else. Shu Xiaoman had no alternative but to take care of her from time to time.

What worried Shu Xiaoman most was about Zhao Yuan’s family, but Lin Wenxi refused to reveal anything. Shu Xiaoman recently worried about her roommate. Seeing Lin Wenxi refused to say anything intimate to herself, she couldn’t help remembering what happened in the hospital that day. Suddenly, she felt bitter in her heart and then left with red eyes.

“Fortunately, in the hospital, you could eat a ready-cooked meal, and walk a hundred steps after the meal. This time, you could experience the taste as a mother. Would you like to make a quilt, or a pillow?”Shu Xiaoman couldn’t help teasing Gu Xi.

“Don’t mention it. As soon as Sister Wanxin knew that Zhao Yuan’s father had an accident, she lost the jujube soup that she hadn’t finished feeding, and ran away without a shadow. Guess what Zheng Kai would do?” Gu Xi asked, pouting his mouth.

“He would be distressed,” Shu Xiaoman said.

Zhang An’an put down the book and smiled lightly. “He would be full of blood.”

Gu Xi widened his eyes and said, “How do you know everything?”

“Dead?” Chen Wanxin had a hard time getting in touch with Zhao Yuan at that time. When she learned something from the phone, she took her bag and ran away before she could do more tidying up. Gu Xi saw Zheng Kai, who had been lying in bed for many days and was still breathless, immediately pulled out the saltwater, jumped up, and ran out in his sick clothes. Gu Xi, who had been brimming with energy, was so frightened and shocked.

“Who did you say died?” Zhang An’an asked.

“Zhao Yuan’s father,” Gu Xi whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Shu Xiaoman asked nervously.

“What’s the use of telling that? Some went home, some followed and some accompanied, which were in chaos. What’s more, the holiday was approaching,” Gu Xi said.

The three were gloomy at the same time.

The first snow of the harsh winter buried all the disturbances in the mud.

The dormitory building was empty. At the dormitory building in the evening, the empty and dark corridor made people unable to see that there had been laughter here. Lin Wenxi was sitting quietly in the middle of the corridor, holding out his hand, feeling the cold wind in the hall silently and twining on his fingers. At the fingertips, when the wind turned, he cried over there, where Zhao Yuan once made him laugh. There, Zhao Yuan stood at the door with hot strawberry juice, smiling. There, Zhao Yuan held a book, carefully explained the main points of the book with himself. No, not only here. Lin Wenxi ran downstairs, running in the campus. The flying snowflakes penetrated into his neck, but he was unaware of that.

In the green field of the playground, the grass was withered and the memory was cold. The bright sunshine of Mid-Autumn was cover by cold stars. Someone had no choice but to brave the hot sun instead of punishing himself. Someone was smart enough to accompany himself into the military sports team in the yellow sand all over the sky. Those bright days, those nights with resonant songs, were gone. All the past was turned into the smudge under the snow. The youngsters would not be seen when the stars were all over the sky, they pointed to the stars and said that they would be brothers for a lifetime.

“Wenxi, you are finally back.” Someone was talking behind him, and in the empty playground, the voice was very loud.

Lin Wenxi turned around in a hurry and saw Gu Xi, with both sadness and happiness. “Why haven’t you returned home yet? Didn’t the vacation begin earlier?”

“I am waiting for you to come back,” Gu Xi faintly said, blowing a puff into ice.

“An’an said that you would come back. It’s so cold in winter and your winter clothes are all in the dormitory. You would help Zhao Yuan take his even if you don’t take your own clothes, right?”

The reason why Lin Wenxi who went back to school was to help Zhao Yuan get his winter clothes.

When he found Zhao Yuan in the countryside, Zhao Yuan was helping with the farm work of the end of the year in his hometown. In the winter of minus four or five degrees, there was no heating or air conditioning. Zhao Yuan only wore a coat and an underwear.

“The child is a little silly.” Wang Damiao could not help sighing, and greeted with Lin Wenxi, sitting in the corner of the house, beside the stove which was used by the countryside farmers used to warm. In this farmyard, there was no clothing suitable for Zhao Yuan’s size, only an old imitation army coat worn by Wang Damiao, and Zhao Yuan refused to wear it.

“He would rather sleep in the firewood room than in the room. How can I face my brother-in-law in case of any misfortune?” Liu Lanhua tried to weep. Even she couldn’t let Zhao Yuan obey her anymore.

Zhao Yuan was very busy every day. He helped Liu Lanhua to do all the housework and farm work until he was exhausted. Lin Wenxi slept with him in the firewood room. It was like spending two days in an ice cellar, without any words or expressions between them.

Lin Wenxi knew that Zhao Yuan became an orphan.

“Only he can cure himself,” Gu Xi said, “I don’t know how long the snow will last.”

“The snow in the heart needs blood to melt,” Lin Wenxi said.

The snow grew heavier and heavier and it suddenly grew heavy, blurring the figures of the two, like the storytelling book quietly closed. The title page of the book was full of fallen leaves of plane trees, gradually piled up into graves.

They wanted to leave separately, but they saw that the whole world was covered with snow. The uneven school trees became a continuous rolling silver grassland. Gu Xi rushed excitedly into the snow. The school had never been so quiet. In the world of only two people, he felt like he had a pair of wings and could gallop and fly at will.

“Look, kid, the snow blocked the mountain.” Lin Wenxi looked anxiously at the slowly fading snowflakes. Gu Xi did not believe that, so they arrived at the passenger station with a glimmer of hope. As a matter of fact, all the buses stopped operating.

Lin Wenxi and Gu Xi crowded in a quilt and watched the news on the internet. Only then did they know about the snow disaster in the south. Hundreds of thousands of people were blocked in the railway station of the most prosperous city in the South and did not know the date of their return. Nine expressways of important provinces in Central China had been closed. Airport flights had been delayed and grounded, resulting in heavy economic losses.

The snow disaster was so serious that he didn’t know which school his father visited. His mother was at home alone. Lin Wenxi bowed his head. He didn’t listen to Gu Xi sighing beside him about the handsome migrant workers returning home by motorcycle.

Lin Wenxi ran out of his house with a negative spirit. He pointed to Lin Ziwei’s nose and cried out, “You could override to call the police to protect Zhao Mingjiang earlier. You abided by the rules and did not go beyond the prescribed limit! Why can you let Uncle Hong Xuan protect me, but for the sake of face, you can disregard anyone’s life!”

Huang Xiya was about to chase Lin Wenxi out. Lin Ziwei shouted, “Leave him alone!”

Hong Xuan knew that Lin Ziwei went out in the thunderstorm that night. In fact, he went to visit his old friends in the city. Unexpectedly, those people acted so fast that at that night, the killing had started and everything was too late.

“What do you think about Zhao Yuan?” Lin Wenxi asked Gu Xi.

“He was supposed to be shoveling snow,” Gu Xi said.

“How can we go back?” Lin Wenxi seemed to be talking to himself.

Gu Xi was silent. If the snow did not stop, the road would be impossible to pass.

“Let’s go to find him,” Lin Wenxi said.

“Who?”

“Yun Che.”

Lin Wenxi remembered that Yun Che had a motorcycle, which looked cool and awesome. He also remembered that Yun Che didn’t plan to go home this year for the Spring Festival but took Zhu Ziping’s parents back to the town.

“You haven’t been here for a long time, Brother Wenxi.” Yun Che was holding Lin Wenxi’s shoulder affectionately. “And you, cute Gu Xi!”

Lin Wenxi and Gu Xi just sat down and exchanged greetings for a moment. They came out together and pushed Yun Che’s motorcycle when they went out.

“Che, Wenxi does not seem to be able to drive a motorcycle. Did you ask him?” Zhu Ziping asked worriedly in the inner room.

“Oh, I forgot, the oil is not full!” Yun Che said, and chased out, but there was no figure of Lin Wenxi outside the piano shop.