Chapter 18 miss the mountains

The police and the doctor arrived together. The kind old Chinese doctor was very surprised. He sent us out and kept saying: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." Did he never expect that he would stay with a wanted criminal for two days and two nights?Unexpectedly, the "child in the city" turned out to be a hostage?Still didn't expect a wanted criminal to be so kind to his hostages? I was still on the stretcher, and the police were anxiously asking me where Zhong Chubo was. Their leader was a bearded man who spoke as fast and loudly as a machine gun. He claimed his surname was Hu and was the captain of the criminal police team.

"You are Lu Chen'er, right? I have received a report that I suspect you are in Shaanxi, but after several rounds of raids, no clues have been found. Good guys, it turns out that you are hiding in the mountains. Can you tell me what happened? What? I heard that you met a wolf. Did the wound on your body be bitten by a wolf? Did Zhong Chubo hurt you? Where is he now? " "He ran away," I said weakly. "How long have you been running? When was the last time you met? In what direction do you think he will flee?" I don't want to lie, but I don't want to tell the truth even more, so I pretended to be unconscious.

The car was bouncing so badly that my arms hurt so much and my head hurt so much that I actually fell asleep afterwards. Between sleeping and waking, I was carried on and off the plane, my parents and Yi Ran were waiting to pick me up at the airport, I heard them calling my name, I wanted to tell them don't worry, I'm fine, but I Unable to open his mouth, his mind is like a disobedient kite, which is far and near, and cannot be grasped. Many doctors walked around me, broken bones in my arm were spliced ​​and put back together, splints were replaced with plaster casts, and I still couldn't successfully wake up.

Yiran was calling me, one after another.Mom's crying is endless.I feel tired. There are many novels in which the patient wakes up and immediately asks, "Where am I? Is this heaven?" Now I know that was a lie.Because for a person who does not know life and death, it is difficult to distinguish between dreaming and waking up. Just like I am now, as if enchanted by a witch, I can't wake up, sleep, and dream. There is always the voice of my mother or Yiran between one dream and another dream. There seems to be no interruption in the middle. It’s like a long-form TV series, it’s played endlessly, whenever you turn on the TV, you’ll see the same dialogue repeating over and over again, and it’s happening on every station, although the plot is not coherent, the theme doesn’t change, and an episode is dropped in the middle Unaware of the two episodes.

"The environment in this second observation room is not good enough. We have to find a way to discuss with the director and change to the first observation room." This is Yiran's voice. "Well, I'll leave it to you, you must have a solution." Of course this was the mother, with infinite anxiety in her voice, but she couldn't forget to compliment the son-in-law even when she was most anxious.She went on to say, "Chen'er was really terrified. She kept calling Zhong Chubo's name in her dream. She must have dreamed about the murderer's terrifying face again."

"Let's not mention this person in front of her in the future." This is Dad answering, "Let her forget all the unpleasant things." "Maybe a wedding right away will help her forget about the experience." "So, we have to discuss this matter carefully." Occasionally, a different conversation is heard.It's a man and a woman. "When will you tell her?" "No, we can't say, we can't be sorry to her." It was a woman's faint voice. who?Who is sorry for whom?What can't you say? "She's hurt so badly, and she's so lonely. It's the time when she needs help the most. We can't hurt her anymore." It was still a faint female voice.

"But you promised that as long as you get her back, we will start our relationship." "Yes, but it was just a plan. I thought we would owe her nothing when we finally got her safely out of the way. But when I saw her, I knew I couldn't do it, I couldn't hurt her. She was more than I need you more." "What about us? What about our relationship?" The voice was anxious and pathetic, full of pain. who is it?who?What kind of love tribulation did they encounter?Where will it go? I heard no answer. The mind couldn't help it, and it floated away like a kite.Floating higher and higher, farther and farther, until I drifted into my own home.

I saw the gardenias on the window sill just blooming, and they were fragrant. The shell wind chimes I made by myself were swaying gently. There was a tiger shell at the bottom that was slightly damaged. It should have been replaced long ago. I hadn’t thought about it. I haven't tidied up for the week, it's already dusty, and my mother should be nagging again. There is a half-read Jinyong martial arts novel by the bedside, the chapter on North Qiaofeng and South Murong's Fighting Skills. Somehow, all the details were so clear, even the tassels on the curtains, that it was impossible to believe that it was an empty room.I even saw myself sleeping in bed and wondered, who is that lying in bed while I'm here?If that is me, then who am I?

I couldn't figure it out, so I woke up, and my nose smelled a strong smell of formalin again.It's really familiar, but it makes me wake up all of a sudden.The first impression was that Xu Nongqin was here, but then he found himself lying in a white room, through the faint light, he could see the words "Second Observation Room" written on half of the door curtain.Oh, yes, I vaguely remember who said that the environment in the second observation room is not good, why haven't I changed the ward yet? The door was pushed open, and someone walked in gently.I guess it's probably a doctor, and I really want to open my eyes to say hello to her, but my eyelids are heavy and powerless.

In the dimness, I heard the female doctor's God-like authoritative voice cut through the silence: "A female patient died in Guaner, let the morgue bring the cart." Observation 2, that is, the second observation room, which is where I sleep now.That female patient, you mean me?I'm dead?No wonder I saw my soul leaving my body just now, so I'm already dead? I was suddenly a little scared. I suspected that my current thinking came from my soul after death, and I was also worried that maybe I was not completely dead, but they were sent to the cremator alive. The door opened, and hell messengers in white coats pushed the cart in. They skillfully and gently moved the patient on the bed next to me, put them on the cart and pushed them out again.From beginning to end, not a single word was spoken.

What is there to say?The oil seller has already explained everything: there is no one else, but you are familiar with it. The room fell silent again. It turned out that I was not the one who died.It turned out that I was still alive. I was relieved, and suddenly remembered the joke that Yiran told me when he was studying medicine in college. The stairway of the laboratory was often piled with dead bodies and fragments that had not been cleaned up in time. Parts come, an arm and half a leg or something.They pass by every day, they should talk and laugh, they should eat and eat, they are used to it, and they turn a blind eye.Sometimes when the mood comes, he will kick his foot like an urchin kicking a can, shouting in his mouth: "Shoot!" and kick one hand out.The other person responded immediately: "Catch the ball!" Kick it back. At that time, I was very surprised and angry, accusing them of disrespecting life.Yiran said: "Life can only be called life when it is alive. There is no difference between a dead body and a football in essence. This has nothing to do with respect." But I still got a headache and called them "executioners" and "cold-blooded animals". But now I understand that if I live in "Guan Er" all the time, and see a living person die next to me every few hours, being pushed out like cargo to be melted away, I will also become numb . I used to criticize Yiran's profession all the time, and said to him: "The bounden duty of a doctor is to heal the sick and save the patient. It's a 'doctor'. How are you? It's a ridiculous profession to work on dead bodies. It's a doctor's death." But now I won't say this, because no matter "doctor" or "doctor" is just a profession, when they work, they don't realize whether the body of their subordinates is male or female, beautiful or ugly, it's just a The carrier of work is like a clock waiting to be repaired in the eyes of a watchmaker, or a broken shoe in the hands of a cobbler.All are defective items. In an instant, I saw through the saddest point of life. So fragile and lowly, what else is there to care about? I greeted the darkness softly: "Xu Nongqin, hello." Nongqinhun replied to me with a stronger smell of formalin, and then a figure of a woman appeared vaguely on the opposite wall, but it was much more blurred than the shadow reflected by the candlelight at my home that time. Having been together for so long, I have long regarded Nong Qinhun as an old friend, and I didn't feel afraid at all, so I just asked softly: "If you don't follow Zhong Chubo, what do you want me for?" But as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that she had lost him.It turns out that if a person wants to escape, even ghosts can't follow him. Then, who can find Zhong Chubo? I couldn't help laughing: "You can't even look at your husband, but you have time to stare at me." Shadow twitched shyly. "But because I'm a dying person, I'm more negative and easier to be followed?" Shadow nodded. "You want to know where he is? But the police haven't found it either. It seems that Zhong Chubo is really capable, and both yin and yang can't do anything about him." Shadow seemed to sigh, Zhi Yi pondered. "I guess he should be in the mountains. The wind is tight at this time, so it is impossible for him to take risks in the city, and he will probably hide in some deep mountain forest. Think about it, what other mountain landform resources are similar to Qinling?" The shadow was also thinking, suddenly, she seemed to have figured something out, jumped up suddenly, shook it twice, and disappeared suddenly, and I finally really woke up. Unfortunately, the first thing I faced when I woke up was not my family but the police.The case has been transferred to the city police department, but the problem is still the same: "The letter you left at Zhong Chubo's house, did you mean it?" "How did you find out that Zhong Chubo was the murderer of Xu Nongqin?" "That day your car crashed on Binhai Road, how did you escape?" "Did Zhong Chubo connect with anyone along the way?" "How did you get to Xi'an? Why did you choose Qinling as your foothold?" "In the barren mountains, what do you live on?" "Why did Zhong Chubo change his mind and let you go? How did you get hurt?" ... At first, I really wanted to continue to pretend to be an idiot like I was in the Qinling Mountains, and refused to answer.But they sent Yiran and Wuyou to convince me to cooperate. "If you don't justify yourself, you should also think about others. Zhong Chubo has a bloody case in his hands. If he is allowed to go unpunished, it is inevitable that he will not do evil to others again." This is what Yiran was talking about. Wuyou went on to add: "A person like him, who always leaves a way out for himself, is likely to take a new hostage. That person may not be as lucky as you." "But he didn't do anything to me, which shows that he is not a murderer in essence." Yiran shook his head: "That's different. For Zhong Chubo, you are an exception." Wuyou further explained: "He doesn't hurt you, but it doesn't mean he won't hurt others." Yiran added: "He can treat you like this, but he didn't guard against you. So, if you think about it carefully, you will definitely be able to find new clues and help us solve the case." "But you said it yourself, he is thoughtful, so how could he leave a loophole?" "That's hard to say. Maybe he doesn't have defenses in front of you. No matter how cruel the devil is, he will have his weak side." Wuyou continued: "And you are his Achilles' heel." "Besides, it is routine for the police to record statements. If you don't cooperate, they will keep asking questions, and it will be endless." Worry-free interface: "So, the best way to solve the problem is to face it instead of avoiding it. To be honest, it's all done once and for all." "Chen'er, just let me help you, okay? The director personally found me and asked me to do your ideological work. If you're like this, it won't be easy for me to go back." "It's a little effort, why not do it?" I looked up at them, the tone of their speech was so similar, why didn't I notice it before.However, what they said was not unreasonable.After pondering for a long time, I finally said: "Okay, I agree to cooperate." Yi Ran clapped her hands: "Great. I'll invite them in right away." "They're already outside the door?" I was surprised. "You think I'll say yes?" "Wuyou said, you will definitely agree." Yiran smiled triumphantly, looking at Wuyou's eyes full of appreciation and trust, but Wuyou's eyes suddenly became very dark. "Worriless said, whether it's to help me or to fear that the police will bother you again, you will definitely agree." That's right, I forgot that the person who knows me best should actually be Wuyou, she always knows each of us better than ourselves. So I answered truthfully: "We took the high-speed jeep to Xi'an, and the journey was very smooth. We traveled all the way, and rested in motels along the way...Yes, he registered with a fake ID card, and everything was done according to the formalities, and no one asked about his ID card... Name? It doesn't make sense for me to tell you, because he must have changed." "He has no contact with anyone. He said that relatives and friends are the most untrustworthy people in the world, and he only believes in fighting alone." "We are self-sufficient in the mountains. He is in charge of hunting and I am in charge of picking. There are meat and vegetables, three dishes and one soup, and desserts after meals. The material is extremely rich." I got excited and described life in the mountains to my heart's content: "The grains of elm money are very small, emerald green, and grow in clusters on the branches. Individually, it looks like a round square hole coin, so it is called elm money. It can be rolled down in clusters, and the taste is green and sweet, very refreshing. Our I mainly rely on it for breakfast, and sometimes I also pick wild fruits, such as mulberries and jujubes, but it is not easy to be full." "Mushroom soup is the easiest to make. Just throw it into the water and add some salt. You don't even need MSG. Fish soup is more troublesome because you need to remove the fishy smell first. There are also ginger and spring onions, which are all wild. You have to keep trying to determine the amount. , not quite the same as the onions we bought.” "The most commonly eaten game are sparrows and hares. Once we hunted a pregnant rabbit, Zhong Chubo wanted to kill it, but I couldn't bear it. I suggested that we could raise it for a few days, and wait for it to give birth. Zhong Chubo said that wild rabbits cannot be domesticated. I must die of anger. I refused to listen and insisted on taking care of it. In the end, I don’t know whether it’s because this rabbit is very docile or because I don’t want to die as a mother. rabbit……" The male policeman interrupted me: "No one here will listen to your Arabian Nights." "It was you who asked me and I said, what I said is true." "Sounds very romantic." The policewoman giggled, "It's like Robinson Crusoe and Friday." Oh, I was stunned. I have read this story before, but I have never contacted myself. Now that I think about it, it is really similar. The policewoman asked: "Did you kill that rabbit afterwards?" I stared at her: "If it was you, would you kill me?" "No. I have two puppies at home. Once I got canine distemper. My friend advised me to let them die early and give birth early, but I cried all afternoon, and I couldn't do anything. How could I be willing to kill the things I raised? ?” I smile, always like this, women, first of all, is a kind of motherhood, and the police are no exception.I really want to talk to the female policeman about her puppy, but the male policeman is already quite impatient: "Stop talking about these irrelevant issues. Think about it carefully, what clues can help us catch Zhong Chubo as soon as possible. " "I've said everything I know. If I had any clues, I would have gone to the police." The questioning went on for three hours, and it was not until the doctor intervened that the patient must rest, and the two policemen left.Before going out, the policewoman turned her head and asked, "What happened to that rabbit? Did you kill it?" "No." I answered her, "I'm not willing either." She was relieved, waved at me and left. I put my hands under my neck, remembering the dispute with Zhong Chubo over the rabbit. "You can't kill it. I have raised it for more than half a month, delivered it with my own hands, and have already regarded it as a friend." "Don't pretend to be a Bodhisattva and be merciful. Don't forget that you ate at least a dozen rabbits before this." "How can it be compared? I have never raised those rabbits, so they have no feelings." "Who said that you can't kill after feeding? People raise chickens and pigs just for killing? Like you, people all over the world should be vegetarians." "It's different. Chickens are raised for people to eat." "What's the difference? Chickens are for people to eat, but rabbits are not for people to eat? The weak eat the strong, the law of nature, you are acting against the sky, understand?" "Oh, I am acting against the sky, but you are acting on behalf of the sky?" That time, we quarreled for an hour, and finally ended in my victory.In fact, I know very well that for such a trivial matter, he will definitely follow me and quarrel, just to find a topic to pass the boredom. In fact, Zhong Chubo is really obedient and accommodating to me. In most cases, he is not a person who cares.He has no unchangeable principles, a conscience that cannot be violated, and always acts on his emotions. There is no right or wrong, no standard of good and evil, and he lives comfortably and idealistically, like a powerful and unconstrained style, unrestrained.I was really happy when I was with him.I miss the mountains and forests, the pine wind and birdsong, the bright and warm campfire, and our "bridal chamber".