Chapter 3 three cheating

I don't know if it's because Mr. Lao especially likes to drink black coffee, or this "elite club" originally had such a hospitality program. They sat in the dark teahouse-style hall on the second floor for a short while. They brought a cup of black coffee to each of them.Although the black coffee tastes bitter, it smells really good.And the background music of inexplicable origin is carefully parading among the dark brown square wooden pillars and the big barrel-planted phoenix bamboo.The piano solo passages that appear from time to time make people jump out of this empty and slightly quiet clubhouse to experience a kind of freshness and remoteness, as if two or three golden carps suddenly swim out of the half-acre dark mountain pond, Suddenly, there was a burst of raindrops like green beans.

After taking his seat, Mr. Lao lowered his head for a long time without opening his mouth.In fact, yesterday afternoon, or a little earlier, someone inside had already called him from the provincial capital to tell him that the provincial department might send a person named Shao Changshui to him to "discuss matters" within a couple of days.It should be said that he was mentally prepared for Shao Changshui's arrival.It should also be said that when he received the first call from Shao Changshui after he arrived, the reaction he made that seemed too raw was actually a deliberate affectation.He feels that when dealing with a "lobbyist", no matter who he is, under normal circumstances, he should not be too enthusiastic at the beginning.Today, around noon, this "insider" called him again to tell him that the Supreme People's Court decided to suspend the execution of Zhu Lei's death sentence.It was this phone call that made him change his original "lunch" agreement with Shao Changshui at noon.This news will certainly shock Mr. Lao.It also made him feel happy and relieved.First of all, this shows that a very high-level organization has realized that Zhu Lei's case is not an isolated murder case.Temporarily not executing the deputy mayor who shot and killed will definitely help to further clarify the mystery behind the case.And this decision also helps Mr. Lao to fulfill his "mission".He did receive such a "task" from someone back then, to investigate the problems of the Acting Governor Gu Liyuan during his tenure in Taurigan, and to find out what kind of relationship Zhu Lei's crime had with the Acting Governor Gu. .Even if it is impossible to "thoroughly investigate", it is necessary to find out the basic situation, and give people such an answer: Is there any problem during Gu's tenure in Taoligan?Is there any relationship between Gu and Zhu Lei's accident?From this perspective, the latest decision of the Supreme Court will help him complete his task.He should be happy and relieved by that.But this time he couldn't be happy.During the few months in Taurigan, a change occurred in his heart that made him feel "terrible".He couldn't tell what kind of change it was.The only thing that is clear is that I am changing.The only thing that is clear is that I have always thought that at this age and experience, I will not change anything, but in fact, it is still changing, and quite significant changes have taken place.Now, the "spicy" and "cunning" he tasted the smell of "gunpowder" from the latest decision of the Supreme Court.In other words, the latest decision of the Supreme Court may make him, and also the "deputy mayor" Zhu Lei, face a more dangerous and complicated situation.He knew that someone wanted to execute Zhu Lei as soon as possible.In this way, many inside stories that have not been revealed can be erased in one stroke.

After receiving the death sentence, Zhu Lei has always claimed that he will never appeal, and sincerely accepts the most severe punishment from the party and the people; since then, he has been silent for six days and has been sitting cross-legged in the city bureau detention center. In the cell, there was no movement.In a few days, the hair was all gray.On the seventh day, he became restless, trembling, and couldn't sit still.He often looked up at the small iron window above the cell.He would suddenly turn his head and look at the few "friends in distress" sent to supervise and wait for him as if consulting. (After criminals are sentenced to death, the detention center will send some light criminals with better performance to the same cell to perform the task of "guardianship". In addition to supervision and ideological help to do some counseling work, there are indeed From a humane point of view, it means giving appropriate help in life. Because after being sentenced to death, until the execution, the prisoner has to wear handcuffs and shackles, and life will indeed be inconvenient.) Late at night he will Suddenly startled profusely with sweat, muttering something in his mouth.He lost weight rapidly and refused to eat.One day he lay in bed all day.do not eat.don't drink.Do not move.Eyes closed all the time, sweating and panting heavily.The few "friends in distress" who were guarding him were terrified and worried enough.Until the evening, nothing slowed down, and they had to report to the guard.When the prison guard arrived with the prison doctor and two "captains", he had already sat up, and suddenly became extremely calm and peaceful.The mind also became very clear.He said, first, he decided to appeal.Second, he needs some paper and pens to write an important material.The material is written very long and very fast, obviously it has been "thoroughly familiarized" long ago.After finishing writing, it was sealed, and he said that he must hand it over to the secretary of the provincial party committee in person.The detention center told him that this was impossible.You need to know who you are.You are no longer the "deputy mayor" of the past.You are now strictly following the rules.You can write any confessions and exposing materials you want.But any materials must be transferred through the detention center. "If anyone wants to see whoever they want, is this still called a detention center? This makes sense, do I need to say more? For a while, you have been cooperating very well with our work, and you have behaved quite gracefully. Quite good. This time, what’s the matter?” “I know I’m a death row inmate, so I can’t make such a request…” “Isn’t that enough? Give us the materials. You still can’t trust us?” The material involves important secrets within the party." "Haven't you sealed it?" "I'm sorry. I have to hand it over to the secretary of the provincial party committee in person." "I said you, don't think about it, you are the deputy mayor. After a while, can you see the secretary of the provincial party committee by opening your mouth? No, right? You couldn’t do it then, how can you do it now? Why haven’t you understood something after such a big fall? Come on, come on. Hurry up and hand over the materials. Don’t make any trouble.” But no matter what the leaders of the detention center persuaded, the former “deputy mayor” refused to let them hand over the materials.The people in the detention center actually didn't take this matter too seriously.Some leaders also think: "Hey, what materials, what important secrets. It is not an excuse made up to live a few more days. This method, pediatrics, has been played by many death-row inmates earlier!"More Some people laughed at the "deputy mayor" who was still "bookish" when he was about to die, "He wants to see the secretary of the provincial party committee? It's really a dream to marry a wife. I'm thinking about good things. I still want to see the general secretary. Can you see it? Chick !” Things were put on hold for the time being.But somehow this matter happened, and it was leaked openly and secretly.A few days later, two middle-aged men, with a letter of introduction from the provincial government office, accompanied by a comrade from the procuratorate, went to the detention center to interrogate the "deputy mayor" and asked him to hand over the "deputy mayor" who "involved major issues within the party." Confidential" material. The "deputy mayor" changed his usual attitude that day and categorically denied writing such materials.The two middle-aged men took people to the cell and searched the sky, but found nothing. They even took the "deputy mayor" to an empty room and quietly used some torture methods on him, trying to force him to say Find out where the materials are, but still get nothing.

This material "involving major party secrets" suddenly disappeared, and disappeared under the noses of many guards and guardians.Disappeared without a trace.where did it goSome people even wondered whether he had written such a material... But according to the "disclosure" of the "light criminals" in the same cell, he did write a very long material.The guards in charge of these prison numbers also saw with their own eyes the thick kraft paper envelope containing the material.So, where did the material go? It is impossible for a "death row prisoner" to see any outsiders before he is finally executed or his sentence is changed.His activity space is only within the small square inch of the prison cell, which is more than ten square meters.Besides, there are people living with him twenty-four hours a day.Even when these guards doze off and are negligent, there are still surveillance cameras in the cell, monitoring his every move 24 hours a day.It can be said to be in full view.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could this material just disappear?Even if the smoke disappears, there must be some traces of smoke and clouds left behind.However, there was no trace of it, and it completely and completely evaporated.This is also unbelievable.

More than a day later, when the petty criminal in the same room was helping the "deputy mayor" to take a bath, he found two black blood clots on the inner sides of his arms near the armpits, as if someone had used something as hard as metal to force them here. Flanked.Whether it is a man or a woman, the elderly or a child, the skin here is the most delicate and the neurons are more concentrated.They quietly asked him in surprise, who made this up, to be so ruthless? !But he just smiled, shook his head and said, it's okay, it's okay, I knocked it accidentally. If the material disappeared and people were executed again, for some people, the world might be "peaceful" because of this.Now the execution will be postponed, and all remaining issues will be brought back to the relevant people.The fire of fate will reignite some.In order to preserve themselves, they will never let go of anyone who intends to oppose them at this critical moment.Of course, he will also be included, Lao Donglin.

He knew that everything he had done in Taurigan during this period of time could not be hidden from these people in the end.They are going to have a "showdown" with him in the end.Of course, he still doesn't know exactly when and how he will showdown with him.However, the latest decision from the Supreme Court will surely prompt this man to speed up the pace of his showdown.This point, he fully estimated. what to do?At this moment, he needs a little time to calm down and think about it.Be calm.Be sure to stay calm. ... The wind gently passed the oak forest behind the clubhouse, which made the elite clubhouse seem even more silent in the evening.The cup of black coffee in front of Shao Changshui only took a symbolic sip or two, but the cup in front of Master Lao has already been refilled twice.After two more rounds, neither of them said a word.Shao Changshui didn't open his mouth, because since he entered the big room, he immediately felt that besides being tired, Mr. Lao seemed a little distracted and upset.Before he figured out the reason why Lord Lao was so irritable, he didn't want to speak rashly, fearing that he would press the wrong "button" and offend this old guy with a bit of a personality, and mess up the matter instead.Not long ago, such a thing happened, when the new director of the Provincial Office, with two staff members, also went to Tao Ligen to look for Lord Lao.At that time, the director was ordered to ask Mr. Lao for a batch of written materials. The "old guy" has worked as a criminal police officer for decades, and has a rare advantage: keeping a diary every day.Record "Solution Diary".Persisting for more than 20 years, the value of these texts is incomparable! No matter from its literature value or the practical guidance of current criminal investigation work, it can be said to be extremely precious and irreplaceable.Because of this, the leaders of the Provincial Public Security Department and the Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps have been mobilizing and persuading the "old people" to hand over these "diaries".They also repeatedly assured the "old man" that whatever in the diary involved the privacy of his personal life, the organization would deal with it properly. Whether to delete or modify it was up to him to decide how to delete or modify it; they even promised to pay him A corresponding "material fee" or "textbook fee" will be used as compensation.If necessary, a "penholder" from the Propaganda Department of the Political Department can also be transferred to help him organize the text. When the time is right, the organization will come forward and find a reliable publishing house outside to help him officially publish this book "journal". (Of course it will not be published in the form and name of a diary. As for the name and form of publication, we will talk about it at that time.) Ordinarily, doing so, both public and private, is a win-win thing.But to everyone's surprise, in this matter, the "old guy" has been dealing with the leader hypocritically and persuasively, and he neither said that he really had such a "diary", nor did he say that he didn't have it; It offers it, and it doesn't say it doesn't offer it.That day, the office director and a party of three drove hundreds of kilometers from the province to Taurigan, and invited the old man to a high-end private room in a high-end hotel by the river, where they had a hot fight and a large table; When it was time to come, another special "abalone bibimbap" was served.When ordering this famous dish, the director really hesitated.The best abalone bibimbap costs more than 500 per case.Generally, it costs more than three hundred, and of course there are more than one hundred.Since this time it was personally assigned by the head of the department, let alone order one case of abalone bibimbap, even if you order three cases or five cases, you will definitely be able to report it when you go back.The general principle is not to neglect this "old guy", but to get the "diary".This point, the newly mentioned office director, although young, still understands.However, during this period of time, the office funds and case handling funds in the hall have been quite tight.When comrades go out to handle cases, they have to pay the travel expenses in advance out of their own pockets.Only part of the medical expenses will be reported.As the director of the office, he is naturally clear about these embarrassing situations; thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and ordered more than 500 yuan for the "old man", and only ordered a bowl worth fifteen or sixteen yuan for himself and the two entourages Hot and sour soup with mullet eggs.I never thought that this would upset the old man.He thought to himself: When eating among friends, just try to have a smooth and happy meal.What are you doing? Money is tight, we all drink hot and sour soup is fine.Over the years, I have been solving crimes and chasing escapes with my brothers, squatting in the pit to wait, a piece of bread, a pot of cold white noodles, and a lump of dry chewing noodles, crunching, gurgling, and enduring the sweltering heat that is more steamy than a sauna in summer, and then writing together Those nests of mosquitoes not much smaller than the cover of your thumb, "Ling Chi" who endured the northwest wind sharper than a knife in winter... What kind of crimes have you not suffered together?Didn’t they all get over it! Today you let me watch you drank that hot and sour soup that is nothing, I want to swallow this expensive abalone bibimbap, what can I do for someone? !! You are obviously burying people, and you don’t want me to eat this meal well! "Pay the bill!" The old man immediately put on a straight face, pushed away the one that was just served, and set it off with two bright and emerald green lettuce "Abalone bibimbap", packed up the high-end mobile phone and brand-name cigarette lighter on the table, shook hands, got up and walked straight out.Walking past the cashier, snapping out a bank card, and paying for the meal, I really didn’t give the young office director any face, which made him quite embarrassed and suffocated. There is no way to explain to the leader when I go back.Of course Shao Changshui couldn't do that anymore today.But if you don't open your mouth, how can you find out the "charge situation" in his "cannonball"?What a dilemma.In fact, Master Lao was upset because he was anxiously waiting for some "friends" to reply.After learning about the decision of the Supreme Court just now, he felt that the most important thing at this time was to ensure Zhu Lei's personal safety.Since someone can openly enter the prison to search and copy the material, of course it is possible to send someone to harm him.So, after putting down the phone, Mr. Lao immediately made another round of calls to check on the situation.For example, what security measures have been taken against Zhu Lei by relevant parties, and what more security measures should be taken.More importantly, how to convey some of his ideas to those "friends" and "comrades in arms" who have the right to take these measures.This kind of "passing" has to be done more skillfully, so as not to hurt the "self-esteem" of these "friends" and "comrades in arms", nor to make them feel too embarrassed.

Besides, he also fully understood what Shao Changshui wanted to say to him at this moment.At this time, he has no possibility to discuss the issue of "public security discipline" with Shao Changshui.In order to avoid this major disciplinary issue, he had already taken off the police uniform he didn't want to take off, and left this team that he didn't want to leave at all from the bottom of his heart.He has already paid such a heavy price, now, what else is there to talk about?Isn't this also "life does not leave a legacy in history, death does not spill blood through the ages, life and death are two freedoms, the world is boundless"? !

After a while, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated violently.Lord Lao quickly grabbed it, said "I'm sorry" to Shao Changshui in a hurry, and walked aside to answer the phone.Two minutes later, he returned to his seat and said to Shao Changshui, "We can't talk today. Let's talk some other time." While packing up his beautiful cigarette holder and lighter and cigarette case, he was about to leave . "Captain Labor, can I say a word?" Shao Changshui stood still.He felt that if he really didn't even say a word today, letting him go like this would not only make him look too useless, but also look too unfair.

Mr. Lao held those odds and ends, paused for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Say, tell." "I have absolutely no intention of interfering with your actions. You are an old man with a rough life and outstanding achievements..." Shao Changshui said earnestly. "Hey, don't talk nonsense. What are you going to tell me?" Mr. Lao interrupted Shao Changshui's conversation very simply, and urged. "With your experience and your wisdom, I certainly believe that everything you do has a certain reason..." "..." Lord Lao squinted his eyes, fixedly looked at Shao Changshui, and waited for him to continue.Obviously, Shao Changshui's calmness also calmed him down from his impatience for a while.

"I'm telling the truth. But, with all due respect, I just want you to think about the fact that you're dragging all those old comrades who haven't taken off their uniforms into this thing. You, think about them Have you figured out the issue of retreat? Have you also considered the issue of influence for several leaders in our hall?" "Whoever pulls who, young man..." Mr. Lao's sharp eyebrows twitched sensitively, a self-deprecating wry smile quickly flickered across his mouth, and then he quickly looked at his watch and said, "I don't have time to talk to you That's a lot. But I think we must have a good talk. Young man, it seems that you not only don't understand the situation, but also have many confused concepts to clarify. You can't see the problem in this way. For many years, I have been I came here in such a muddleheaded way. Many people are still in this muddleheaded way. But I always think that I live a very smart and comfortable life. How about this, you turn on your phone and wait for me to ask you out. We must have a good time Let's talk about it. We have to talk about it anyway." Before leaving, he asked the female foreman to prepare an exquisite dinner for Shao Changshui.Behind the screen is a purple red hardwood Eight Immortals table, faintly illuminated by a floor-standing palace lantern.After a while, the dishes were served in a set of five-inch blue and white birthday tableware, which was delivered by the female foreman herself.All of them were very light and refreshing, such as lily celery, hibiscus fish fillets, stewed chestnut squab, etc., and he ate them quietly under the lamp by himself.It gave him the feeling that it wasn't him eating there, but this whole big, completely silent house, chewing him silently and carefully.After dinner, the female foreman handed over the hot towel and asked casually if he would like to open a room for him to rest.There must be no other meaning in her question, but Shao Changshui hastily declined.He declined, in addition to "preventing problems before they happen", at this moment, he really felt that not only did he not need any rest, but he wanted to take a walk around.A few minutes later, he slowly drove the car out of this seemingly uninhabited villa area along the road he came from.

After leaving the villa area, and looking back to check the direction, you can clearly feel that this "elite club" (or "private club" can also be called) is located on the same road as the coffee bar. On the prestigious Riverside Drive.However, one is at the west end of the avenue and the other is at the east end of the avenue.And the coffee bar is only a hundred or so meters away from the Dameng River, which is used as a national border.Behind it grows dozens of Canadian black-leaved poplars tens of meters high and as thick as buckets, clustered in layers, which is quite spectacular.The Dameng River is wide and long.It has been frozen for a whole winter, and it is driving the river rattling at this moment.On the other side is the vast and magical land of the foreign country. (It is said that history can prove that the more than 600,000 square kilometers along the river on the other side used to be our land, and it was only over a hundred years ago that it was forcibly separated. That is to say, more than a hundred years ago, this wide "boundary river" The Dameng River was originally just an "inland river" in China.) A sloping river beach is filled with the mud of early spring, and there is an unstoppable freshness in the air.Those brown and black warehouses standing on the pier by the river are already very old.The old-fashioned buses passing by occasionally, walking alone under the newly added special-shaped street lights and neon advertisements, added a kind of depth and coldness to the silence and emptiness here... As I said before, the small border town of Taurigan, Over the past two decades, especially in the past ten years, jaw-dropping changes have taken place almost every day, every week and every month.Binjiang Avenue, street garden, four-star International Friendship Hotel, Border Trade Street, various trading centers, travel agencies, bathing centers, hair and feet washing rooms, karaoke rooms, restaurants and hotels... the old streets decades ago , can't find one.Not even one of the old houses decades ago was found.Only one old building is preserved on the road opposite the Land Planning Bureau.The building is not high, only two floors, cast iron fences and large black painted iron gates, a combination of earth and foreign styles, both Chinese and Russian styles, it is said to be the private property of the only old winery owner in the history of this small town.It is said that the high-strength wine brewed by this winery was once particularly favored by the men on the other side of the boundary river.The appearance of the city on the other side of the boundary river has hardly changed in the past twenty years.It’s been five years since a new opera house was built, and the gray concrete walls are still surrounded by scaffolding. Like a dead fish licked by a greedy cat, only a skeleton remains, standing jaggedly in the cold wind.In contrast, Taurigan can be described as "improving by leaps and bounds".And all these changes happened when the acting governor Gu Liyuan was the secretary of the municipal party committee and the mayor here.At that stage, when he was in his thirties to forties, he acted vigorously, eliminated all resistance, and used all means to replace dozens of disobedient or incompetent subordinates, leaving a group of subordinates who really could not tolerate anyone. Neglected "performance".He was born and raised by this border river.People here, in autumn and winter, are used to putting their coats on their shoulders.He also likes to wear a coat.He is tall and has a loud voice. People often see him wearing a black wool coat, frowning, and standing there casually.When he was in Taurigan, no one called him "mayor" or "secretary", but only called him "boss".And those assistants working beside him called him "Boss" to his face, and only added a surname behind him, calling him "Boss Gu" or "Our Boss".Wherever he goes, there is a British Land Rover off-road, followed by one or two big black-shell Audis.In a car, he is used to sitting in the passenger seat, even in an Audi, he likes to sit in the front.Others told him that the passenger seat cannot be used because it is dangerous: in case of a car accident, the person sitting in this seat is most likely to be injured.Furthermore, this is the seat of the secretary guard, which is not commensurate with your status as the chief.He frowned, waved his hand and said, what kind of secretary is not a secretary?Do you look down on the secretary?Let me tell you this, the township head, to put it bluntly, he is the secretary of the district head.The head of the district is the secretary of the county head.The county magistrate is the secretary of the commissioner of the administrative office.One day in the future, if I can go to the province to do something, don’t you think it’s so great, that’s also working as a secretary for the central leadership, as an errand runner, what do you think we are? !According to legend, he is a person who is particularly good at doing things, and he is also a person who is particularly enthusiastic about doing things for others.All aspects of the relationship are handled well.In fact it is.Therefore, such a "strange thing" can actually happen to him: when he was the district chief, some deputy county magistrates, deputy secretaries of the county party committee or some main leaders of the committee, office and bureau would turn around and "beg" him to go to the county magistrate and county party secretary for them To talk about some big things.And when he was the county magistrate, some leaders of the prefectural committee and administrative office often sent him to the province to run some projects for the region and run some extra funds.Because his relationship with some provincial leaders is indeed closer than them.He is a good person. Not only is he enthusiastic about doing things for the leader, but he is also enthusiastic when his subordinates ask him to do things.He also pays special attention to those who have the ability to do things.Of course, there must be a prerequisite, that is, you must be able to be used by him.Back then, the deputy mayor Zhu graduated from graduate school. In order to take care of his family's difficulties, he had no choice but to return to Taurigan and become a middle school teacher.At that time, Taurigan was only a county-level city.In those days, not to mention graduate students, even undergraduates and junior college students, as long as they could go to a city above the middle level to study, very few of them were willing to return to the county to make a living.Hearing that such a graduate student came back, he went to visit him the next day.You must know that his identity at that time was nothing more than a small office clerk, and there was nothing special about him.But he still tried his best to solve this difficulty and that problem for Zhu Lei.The two became best friends.Later, he was promoted to be the county leader, and Zhu Lei was quickly promoted to the leadership positions of the school's vice principal and principal; later, it was also through his recommendation that Zhu Lei was able to work at the Provincial Institute of Finance and Economics and returned to the provincial capital The city, the big stage of life, has only stepped up to such an important position as the leader of the municipal government of the provincial capital city. What kind of conflict will arise between such two people?With the temper, personality and experience of the acting governor, how could he "frame" a person whom he has always valued and promoted by himself, and who has always been much lower than himself in terms of administrative level and administrative position?Shao Changshui really couldn't figure it out. Shao Changshui parked the car on the edge of the boundary river not far from the coffee bar, looked at the night view of the small town, looked at the lights on the hovercraft shuttle back and forth on the dark river, and listened to the low voice coming from the coffee bar. American country music, while waiting for Mr. Lao's call, while churning in my heart. After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang suddenly.Shao Changshui quickly picked it up to answer, it was Mr. Lao calling.It seems that something happened.I could only hear Master Lao hissing his breath through his teeth, moaning short and low, telling him to go see him right away.Shao Changshui hurriedly asked, what's the matter, where are you?Lord Lao said, go to the hospital.Hurry up.Shao Changshui hurriedly asked, why did you go to the hospital?what's wrong with youLord Lao interrupted his question impatiently and said, hurry up.I was in a car accident.I am in the emergency room of the District People's Hospital.Shao Changshui hurriedly asked, is it nothing important?I will go now.Master Lao hummed twice and said, he is not dead yet.After that, it's hard to say.come on Shao Changshui rushed to the emergency room, and the situation in front of him was much more serious than he could have imagined.Lord Lao who appeared in front of his eyes looked like a bloody man, and had already been injected with a needle and given oxygen.His face was very pale.A left leg must have been broken, as if it had been splinted with bandages by paramedics as they left the scene of the crash.The white bandage had already been soaked with the seeping blood.However, the main injury may not be on that leg, but on the forehead and chest.Because somewhere inside the chest cavity has ruptured, at this moment, every time Lord Lao took a quick breath, a trace of blood-stained foam would burst out from the corner of his mouth.Even at this moment, one hand is still clutching his small black leather bag, as if afraid of someone taking it away.What surprised Shao Changshui was that at this moment, he was still competing with the attending doctor, who was stubborn and strong by nature.The attending doctor should immediately send him to the operating room for emergency surgery.But he repeated stubbornly and with great difficulty: "...transfer...you transfer me...I won't perform surgery here..." The attending doctor seemed to be very familiar with Mr. Lao. (The small border town is only that big, and it is easy to get acquainted with people, especially those with certain prestige and status.) He told Master Lao very solemnly: "Manager Lao, the situation is very dangerous. Time is also limited. ... If the operation is not performed immediately, I can't guarantee anything for you." But Master Lao still insisted on transferring to another hospital, and when he saw Shao Changshui walking into the emergency room, he immediately signaled to the attending doctor that he wanted to talk to Shao Changshui alone for a while. "Manager Lao, do you really want to die?" The attending doctor said, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, but he still walked out helplessly. At this time, Lord Lao was extremely weak. (Shao Changshui couldn't have imagined that more than an hour ago, he was still such a confident and tough man. After such a short period of time, he could barely speak.) Wait until the door of the emergency room closes behind the attending doctor Afterwards, he closed his eyes, let himself breathe a little, and then raised a hand with difficulty, motioning Shao Changshui to come closer and listen to him.When Shao Changshui bent down and got close to him, what he said really surprised Shao Changshui.He said, "Save... save me... save me..." Shao Changshui was taken aback.He didn't listen to the doctor's treatment, but asked him to save him.What's the meaning? "It's better to listen to the doctor's advice and go for the operation as soon as possible." He urged anxiously. "You can't do surgery here... Ming... understand? No... you can't..." He wanted to grab Shao Changshui's hand and explain in detail the "background situation" of this hospital and these doctors, but at this moment he I don't have that strength anymore.But it can still be clearly seen that his plea is so urgent and helpless.At this moment, tears welled up in his eyes.Tears of despair and anxiety, and then grabbed Shao Changshui's hand with all his strength, grabbed the bloody bandage, and wrote two words in blood crookedly on Shao Changshui's palm, "murder". "Yes... yes... murder... murder, no... not a normal... normal car accident... Ming... understand?" He gasped in a low voice.With tears in his eyes, he tried to explain the truth to Shao Changshui, but he didn't have the strength to go on, so he could only smack his lips dryly, and closed his eyes again panting.I wanted to rest for a while, gather some strength, and explain something to Shao Changshui. At this time, I heard a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the door of the clinic. Suddenly, several people came and gathered outside the door of the emergency room, as if they were about to break in. Sensing the situation outside, Mr. Lao trembled uncontrollably. With the last bit of strength, he signaled Shao Changshui to approach him again. With rare perseverance, he took out two things from his handbag and stuffed them into the bag that Shao Changshui carried with him. The handbag, and signaled Shao Changshui to quickly pull up the zipper of the bag.At this time, he no longer had any strength to make any moves.The bloody handbag also slipped from between his fingers with a "click".Just as Shao Changshui was about to bend down to pick it up, the door of the consulting room was pushed open.The doctor, the dean, Rao Shangdu, the CEO of Shengtang Group, and several comrades from the Accident Handling Section of the Municipal Traffic Management Bureau... a large group of people rushed in together.Shao Changshui subconsciously realized that he could not touch Master Lao's handbag at this time, and he could not leave a little fingerprint of himself on Master Lao's handbag.Why can't I touch this handbag, why can't I leave my fingerprints on it.Touch it, leave fingerprints, what will happen... All these questions, he still can't explain clearly.It's just something in the cost of "fusion" and "transformation" of many years of criminal police life and criminal investigation experience, reminding him, warning him: "Don't touch it, don't leave any traces of you on it." He obeyed this This kind of instinctive warning, trembling, shivering, immediately retracted the hand that was about to touch the handbag, straightened up, and turned to the group of people who broke into the door. Mr. Lao, who had no autonomy, was quickly pushed into the operating room.The bloody handbag was also picked up by one of the gang and taken away.When Master Lao was pushed out of the consultation room, his face was pale, but his expression was very calm, as if he had passed out, and his eyes never opened again.But Shao Changshui felt that Master Lao was awake at the moment.His eyelids were trembling slightly, and the two fingers of his left hand were also shaking uncontrollably.It can be seen that he is trying to open his eyes and mouth, and wants to say something to Shao Changshui at the end.只是，他没有力气再睁开眼了，没有力气再说任何话了。 一个多小时后，已经摘去手术手套和口罩的主刀大夫，很平静地走出手术室，对等候在门外的那些人说，很抱歉，因为伤势太重，送来得又太晚，劳经理没能抢救过来。“真没想到，他的生命力和生存欲望还那么强，血压、心跳和脑电波完全消失后，他的呼吸还一直坚持了好几分钟。真是奇迹，完全是个奇迹。”