Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Five

Fang Mu and Mr. Zhou were sitting opposite each other in a tavern.Fang Mu briefly introduced Tan Ji's situation to Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou stared out of the window expressionlessly. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Tan Ji... can he still wake up?" Fang Mu hesitated, "There is very little hope." Teacher Zhou grinned, not knowing whether it was a wry smile or a cry.He picked up the wine bottle in front of him and took a long gulp. Fang Mu wanted to reach out to snatch it, but it was too late. I haven't seen him for a few days, but Mr. Zhou seems to be ten years older. His wise and bright eyes have become dull and lifeless, and his already thin body looks even weaker.

Fang Mu watched a thread of residual wine flow down his chin onto his crumpled clothes, couldn't bear to look any longer, and snatched the bottle with his hands.Caught off guard, Mr. Zhou choked a sip of wine in his throat, coughed heart-piercingly, and then held the corner of the table with his hands and vomited violently. Fang Mu hurriedly took out 100 yuan and threw it on the table, and helped the limp Teacher Zhou out of the tavern. Teacher Zhou vomited on the snow outside for a long time, but what he vomited was only wine and gastric juice. It seemed that he hadn't eaten all day.After finally waiting for him to vomit, Fang Mu bought another bottle of mineral water and helped him drink it. The cold water seemed to wake him up a bit and he was able to stand still.

Sitting in the car, Mr. Zhou, who was covered in cold sweat, gradually stopped shaking, and his face became better.Seeing that he was fine, Fang Mu said in a low voice, "I'll take you back." Teacher Zhou didn't say a word, and leaned on the seat in a daze.Fang Mu sighed and started the car. Along the way, neither of them spoke.When approaching the Angel Hall, Teacher Zhou suddenly asked, "What can I do for you?" Fang Mu slowed down the car, thought for a while, and smiled wryly: "We can't do anything, let alone you." Teacher Zhou stopped talking and stared blankly ahead.

Not far away, in a black Honda jeep, a man in a black leather jacket put down his binoculars and grinned. Due to the lack of a few teeth, his face looked hideous. At night, this suburban community is dark.A few days ago, the Church of Angels and nearby houses suddenly lost power for no reason.Everyone knew who did it and called the police, but power outages still happened from time to time.Some residents were overwhelmed by the disturbance, and had already signed agreements to move out, and those who stayed turned off the lights early to rest. In the dead silence, a black jeep slid quietly on the road, and finally stopped silently outside the wall of the Angel Church.Several black shadows came out of the car, climbed over the wall, and went straight to the right side of the second-story building.

There was only a piece of iron wire wrapped around the door of the boiler room. The man in black at the head took out his pliers, unscrewed it a few times, and quickly slipped in. A few seconds later, the dim flashlight was lit in the narrow boiler room, and another man in black shone the flashlight up and down on the boiler, smiled, and reached out to close the water inlet valve. A few people concealed the door, and just about to leave, they heard the creaking of the door of the Angel Church.They hurriedly huddled in the corner, watching the boiler roaring with fear, while peeping at the movement in front of the building door.

A dim yellow light poured out from the door of the building, and a dangling little figure appeared at the door, unbuttoned his pants and began to urinate in the yard. Several people breathed a sigh of relief, but the leader of the man in black jumped up, and another man hurriedly grabbed him: "Wu Zi, what are you doing?" The man called Wuzi pulled off the mask that had been covering his face, his toothless mouth was like a twitching black hole: "You guys go out first, I'll be back after I do something." After urinating, the child walked back with his eyes closed. He was picked up by Ling Kong as soon as he walked in the door. Just as he was about to yell, he heard a vicious voice in his ear saying, "Which room is old man Zhou in?"

The child struggled, babbling and unable to speak, and could only wave his arms desperately.The man nervously observed the movement around him, and then glanced at the child—two fingers were sticking out from the sleeves of the long sweater. The man snorted, and threw the child viciously against the wall. After a dull "plop", the child curled up on the ground and remained silent. With his back bent, the man quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor.As soon as I went upstairs, I saw a room near the stairs with a light on and an open door.The man held his breath, carefully moved to the door, and took a quick look inside.The room is very small, there is only one bed, and a person can be seen sleeping in the quilt.The man thought for a while, then quietly walked to the next room, and gently opened the door. There were 6 bunk beds inside, and the children had different postures, sleeping soundly.

Even after looking at a few rooms, it was the same. The man nodded secretly, knowing that the room with the open door was the place he was looking for. He pulled up his mask, took out a beer bottle from his pocket, and lit the cloth strip plugged in the mouth of the bottle.In the sudden light of the fire, the masked face of the man twitched slightly, as if full of pleasure. Just as he was about to throw the bottle in his hand into the room, the person on the bed suddenly sat up, and shouted towards the door expectantly: "Weiwei, is that you?" The man was dumbfounded all of a sudden, it was a woman!

The woman also stayed where she was, and just about to shout, the man rushed into the room, grabbed the woman by the neck, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Where is old man Zhou?" The woman couldn't breathe, her face was flushed, she struggled to get up while fighting with the man. The man was holding the Molotov cocktail in one hand, so he could only use the other hand to tear at the woman. The woman quickly broke free, and the woman retreated to the head of the bed. As soon as the cry for help came out, she heard an earth-shattering sound from downstairs. "Boom!"

In an instant, the whole small building was shaken by the sound of the explosion, and a photo frame placed on the table fell to the ground with a clatter. The man panicked, managed to stand still, threw the bottle in his hand on the ground, turned around and fled. With a crisp cracking sound, the room suddenly burst into flames. A few minutes later, the frightened children were all driven to stand in the yard, and a few older children rushed in to fight the fire under the leadership of Teacher Zhou.Sister Zhao, who was still in shock, was pulled out. Regardless of the smoking clothes on her body, she grabbed Teacher Zhou's arm:

"Old Zhou, someone is going to kill you!" The employees of the research institute found that Director Yang Jincheng was very strange these days, he kept locking himself in the office and could not even come out, even skipping the regular inspections a few times a day.So when Assistant Chen Zhe, who also hadn't shown up for a few days, appeared in the research institute, several people gathered around to inquire about the news. Chen Zhe smiled and went straight to Yang Jincheng's office without answering. Without knocking on the door, he turned the handle and strode in. He sat down in front of Yang Jincheng and looked at him with a half-smile. Strangely, Yang Jincheng didn't seem to be surprised by his rudeness, but sat upright on the chair, looking at him blankly. This kind of attitude caught Chen Zhe by surprise. After staring at each other for half a minute, he couldn't stand it any longer. He collected himself and said, "Director Yang, I want to talk to you." "Tell me." Yang Jincheng calmly seemed to be facing a patient. Chen Zhe was a little annoyed, and cut straight to the point: "I ask you to give me the position of director of the research institute, and to transfer to me the scientific research results you just completed. By the way," he smiled slightly, "If you already If you get a ticket to attend the international seminar next week, you'd better give it to me as well." After Yang Jincheng listened, he didn't answer. Instead, he took off his glasses and wiped them slowly. After wiping, he put them back on. "Why would I do this?" "Because of this." Chen Zhe patted a thick folder in front of Yang Jincheng, "The teaching field." He originally thought that Yang Jincheng would be scared out of his wits when he heard these three words, but Yang Jincheng just smiled faintly, stretched out his hands to weigh the folder, and said softly, "Can I call you Mr. Z?" Chen Zhe's expression changed, and then he regained his composure, "Now that you know, let's stop talking nonsense." Yang Jincheng restrained his smile, and his eyes behind the lens became aggressive, "How did you know the password of my computer?" "The password is Skinner's Box1990." Chen Zhe's eyes did not budge, "It took me about a year to decipher this password, until I found Skinner's "Beyond Freedom and Dignity" on the bookshelf - that The most read book you've read. Plus, Skinner died in 1990, right?" Yang Jincheng narrowed his eyes, "Who the hell are you?" "Seven years ago, I was just a psychology graduate, but I dreamed of working here. When I applied for an internship here, I was rejected by the institute, but my classmates were approved. I feel very strange , because my academic performance is much better than his. What is even more strange is that his internship was returned before it was over. Later he told me about the internship, saying that the daily task is to record the daily life of some ordinary people Life. At that time, I didn’t care about it, but I worked hard to pass the postgraduate entrance examination. After graduation, I successfully entered the research institute to work. After I became your assistant, I found that there were some very strange systems in the institute, and many interns changed overnight. New faces. This made me realize that what my classmates participated in back then may be a secret psychological experiment.” Chen Zhe’s complexion gradually became serious, “I know that this experiment is controlled by you, so I am determined to To find out." Yang Jincheng listened calmly, then looked at the information bag in front of him, "Why do you want to kill people?" Chen Zhe immediately shut his mouth and looked Yang Jincheng up and down. Yang Jincheng smiled contemptuously, "Do you think I will report you?" Chen Zhe was a little embarrassed, but soon his face regained his confidence. "From the day I got the materials of the teaching field, I knew that my chance had come." He picked up the folder and shook it at Yang Jincheng, "These materials can ruin your reputation, and they can also make me rise to the top. I will It will replace you as the head of this research institute, and you will also gain unprecedented academic status and reputation. But before that, I want to ensure that all insiders keep their mouths shut." "Kill people to silence you." Yang Jincheng nodded thoughtfully, "Can you guarantee that Jiang Dexian and the others won't report on you?" Chen Zhe laughed, as if the other party said something unbelievable. "Hahaha, report on me? Then we all die together!" He suddenly approached Yang Jincheng, "Just like I'm sure you dare not report on me." Yang Jincheng stared at the slightly distorted face from excitement, and said slowly, "What do you want?" "Your seat! Paper!" Chen Zhe almost shouted, "And that ticket!" Yang Jincheng's mouth curled up suddenly, then turned into a smiling expression. "What are you laughing at?" Chen Zhe looked at Yang Jincheng's face in surprise, "Stop laughing." "Hahaha." Yang Jincheng covered his mouth and trembled from laughing. "Are you fucking crazy?" Chen Zhe stood up with a pale face and shouted: "Stop laughing!" Yang Jincheng waved his hands again and again, as if the person in front of him was a dumbfounding clown.After finally stopping laughing, he asked, "Do you know what the purpose of the experiment is?" Chen Zhe was taken aback, and said involuntarily, "The causes of PTSD and psychodrama treatment." Yang Jincheng smiled, "You are indeed a very smart person, and you are also ruthless. If I had conducted this experiment with you back then, the effect might have been much better. But unfortunately, your cleverness is useless." He pointed to the folder on the table: "I don't intend to keep this secret forever. The reeducation field plan will definitely be announced to the public in a few decades, and if it goes well, it may be even earlier. So, everything you do is right. I am harmless and cannot threaten me." Yang Jincheng ignored the dumbfounded Chen Zhe, got up and walked to the bookshelf, took out the "Beyond Freedom and Dignity" and threw it on the table. "I suggest you take a good look at this book, maybe you will understand the true meaning of the three words 'teaching field'." Expressions of surprise, panic, and despair flashed across Chen Zhe's face one after another, like a person who was holding a lottery ticket with the first prize to claim the prize and found that a number had been wiped off the lottery ticket. "If I announce it to the public now, you will be ruined!" He yelled unwillingly. Yang Jincheng did not respond, but pointed to the book with a smile: "Read the book carefully. You will find that history will give us a fair evaluation, such as Einstein, Skinner, and me." He walked slowly towards the door, "You won't get anything from me, and of course, I won't report you either. I'm going to attend a seminar abroad next week, and maybe I won't be back for a long time. I'll advise the above Someone to replace me, but please believe me, that person is definitely not you." Yang Jincheng looked around the office, "Since you like sitting here so much, I will allow you to sit here for a while, but I warn you, don't touch my cup." After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked out. He just took a step and turned around again. "By the way, I forgot to tell you something." Yang Jincheng smiled teasingly at Chen Zhe, "Zhou Zhenbang is not dead, we were chatting together the day before yesterday." After finishing speaking, he threw the ashen-faced Chen Zhe In the office, turned and went out. As soon as he left the office, Yang Jincheng's pace suddenly accelerated, turning a blind eye to the bowing employees around him, and went straight into the conference room. The conference room was empty. Yang Jincheng stepped onto the podium, groped under the table for a while, and quickly pulled out an access control card reader.He took out a card from his pocket, swiped it lightly, and with a "beep", a gap appeared in the partition under the pulpit. Yang Jincheng opened the partition, walked into the ground with a cat waist, and after passing through a corridor of more than 20 meters, there was another door equipped with an access control system in front of him. Opening that door, Yang Jincheng returned to the secret room of the office. After Zhou Zhenbang left, Yang Jincheng secretly remodeled the secret room. At that time, it was only for emergencies, but he didn't expect it to come in handy after a few years. The images in the office were clearly displayed on the computer screen, and Chen Zhe leaned back on the desk, still looking devastated. Yang Jincheng sat down leisurely, quietly admiring the opponent's defeat. He didn't want to completely defeat Chen Zhe, but to leave a way for both of them.In Yang Jincheng's view, the most ideal ending is: Chen Zhe leaves here, and Yang Jincheng does not need to report him, but still goes abroad according to the original plan, and then joins a new scientific research group. Yang Jincheng knew that if Chen Zhe was pushed into a hurry, both sides would suffer.Take a step back, the sea and the sky are bright. But he overlooked one point: If a person thinks he can win the million dollar prize, he will not be reconciled if he only gets 500,000 in the end. Chen Zhe on the screen suddenly moved. He stood up and looked around the well-decorated office, with a complex expression of hatred and determination on his face.Then, he clenched his fists, raised his head and closed his eyes tightly, as if to cheer himself up. A few seconds later, Chen Zhe took out a phone card and stuffed it into the phone, and then pressed a series of numbers. Yang Jincheng frowned, couldn't help getting up and getting closer to the screen, and at the same time put the earphones into his ears. The phone seemed to be connected, and Chen Zhe's voice quickly became anxious and fearful: "Hey, is it Mr. Zhou... You don't need to know who I am... What I want to tell you is that someone is going to kill you... Then you must not tell others that I said it... Yes, it is Director Yang... ...Yes, he planned everything, he is Mr. Z...I? I'm just a pawn in his hand...I have to leave here, otherwise he won't let me go, okay, just so." After closing the phone, Chen Zhe let out a heavy "hum" from his nose. After re-changing the phone card, he turned his head and glanced at the empty seat, with murderous intent in his eyes. Yang Jincheng never expected that Chen Zhe would do something like this. He watched Chen Zhe open the door intently and the muscles on his face twitched. For a moment, Yang Jincheng sighed. Judging from his expression, he seemed a little regretful, but soon, this emotion disappeared in the hard and cold lines on his face. He returned to the office, took out his mobile phone and dialed Chen Zhe's number. "Chen Zhe? Come to my office for a while, I've changed my mind." Teacher Zhou was sitting on the flower bed holding his mobile phone, and suddenly felt weak all over.The coolness under his body quickly spread through his clothes, and his legs, which were already sore and swollen, couldn't move at this moment. The deformed boiler was lying on the ground, and only a piece of broken bricks and tiles remained in the boiler room.Although the two-story building of the Angel Church did not collapse, a shocking crack had been blasted into the wall near the boiler room.Several older children asked for leave and led the other children to clean up the scene.No one spoke, and no one shouted that they were hungry. The dusty children quietly moved the broken bricks, and from time to time they sneaked a look at the blank-faced Teacher Zhou. At some point, heavy dark clouds began to slowly gather above the head again. Under the dark gray sky, the two-story building of the Angel Church seemed to be crumbling. Teacher Zhou's mind was blank, he didn't think about how to live in the small building without heating equipment, and he didn't think about Sister Zhao and Erbao in the hospital. There is no more Angels. Teacher Zhou looked up at the leaden sky, and suddenly smiled. Yang Jincheng put all the things in his hand on the table with a gloomy face. "This USB flash drive contains all the research materials and data, as well as the papers I plan to present at the international seminar - you can put your name on it; this is a recommendation letter I wrote to the provincial leaders, I believe they will respect it My opinion. This is my resignation letter, you can send it together; by the way, there is this..." Yang Jincheng took out an envelope from the drawer, "Next week's air ticket." Chen Zhe had an unconcealable look of joy on his face, but he was still cautious in his actions. "Why did you decide to give up again?" "I never thought of giving up." Yang Jincheng's face was like an iron plate, "But compared to other things, I respect my profession more!" Chen Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked Yang Jincheng up and down. "What you want is fame, wealth and status." Yang Jincheng lowered his eyelids, "Okay, I can give you all of these. But you have to promise me one condition: Hire me as a consultant to the research institute. First, I can help you Complete this plan; secondly, although I retreat behind the scenes, I can see with my own eyes the changes my research results have made to the world." Chen Zhe nodded, "Okay, I promise you." "So, what do I want?" Yang Jincheng's words made Chen Zhe feel at ease, and he readily took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jincheng. "All the information is here." Yang Jincheng looked up at Chen Zhe, with a look of doubt on his face. "Hehe, you still don't believe me?" Chen Zhe laughed, "I won't hold back. Leaking this matter now will not damage your reputation, but mine." Yang Jincheng smiled wryly, with a gloomy look on his face. Chen Zhe patted Yang Jincheng on the shoulder, "Okay, Lao Yang, don't be sour. You want results, I want fame and fortune—we call what we need." Yang Jincheng turned sideways, dodged his slapping, and looked around the office quite sadly. "Chen Zhe, I hope you will keep your promise so that the results of the teaching field experiment can be applied to the world." "I would rather you call me Director Chen." Chen Zhe looked down into Yang Jincheng's eyes, "Of course, if you don't want to be here, I can allow you to sit for a while." Yang Jincheng looked at Chen Zhe's face full of teasing smiles, and stood up with difficulty. "No, I want to be alone." His hand slowly left the large seat, as if he was quite reluctant, "I leave everything here to you. But can I take this cup?" ?” Chen Zhe looked at the expensive teacup, and Yang Jincheng's haughty look immediately appeared in his mind. "...I warn you, don't touch my glass." Chen Zhe pressed his hand on the cup and said softly: "No." Fang Mu carried a large bag of food and hurried up to the third floor of the inpatient department of the provincial hospital, and walked into ward 313 of the burn department, but Sister Zhao was not in her hospital bed.Fang Mu thought for a while, then turned and went to the general surgery department. Sister Zhao was indeed at Erbao's bedside.Her entire right arm was wrapped in thick gauze, and there were some burn marks on her face. Even so, she still wiped Er Bao's body with the other hand. Fang Mu put down his things and snatched the towel from Sister Zhao's hand.Sister Zhao saw that it was Fang Mu, smiled weakly, and leaned on the head of the bed to watch Fang Mu wipe Er Bao's body. Er Bao, with a bandage on his head and a splint on his arm, saw the food in the bag, and immediately went up to snatch it.Fang Mu didn't dare to press him hard, so he wiped a couple of handfuls on his back and let him eat it. Sister Zhao looked at the bag, half grateful and half complaining, and said, "Why did you buy so many things?" "You guys are going to stay in the hospital for several days," Fang Mu threw the towel into the washbasin, "you need to add some nutrition." "That can't be done." Sister Zhao looked at Er Bao's gobbled-up appearance, and smiled wryly, "I'll go back tomorrow, there are a lot of things at home, Zhou Zhou couldn't handle it alone." "It's okay, you can rest easy and recuperate." Fang Mu wrung out the towel and put it on the head of the bed, "I'll help him tomorrow. By the way, why did you go to live on the second floor?" "During this time, people from demolition kept coming to make trouble." Sister Zhao pressed her right arm in pain, "Lao Zhou and I sleep on two floors, so we can take care of the children - find out if it is Who did it?" "The sub-bureau has filed a case." Fang Mu paused, "The initial suspicion is related to the demolition." Sister Zhao suddenly felt a little embarrassed, looked at Fang Mu, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something. "how?" "Fang Mu, Teacher Zhou won't let me tell you, but I think it's better to tell you." Sister Zhao finally made up her mind, "Someone wants to kill him." "Ok?" Sister Zhao told Fang Mu in detail what happened that night when someone broke into her room. Fang Mu's expression became more serious, and he was about to call back to the task force when the cell phone in his pocket rang. It's Teacher Zhou. The phone was connected, but Teacher Zhou didn't speak. Fang Mu said "Hello" a few times before he heard Teacher Zhou's extremely hoarse voice: "Xiao Fang, help me take care of Angel Hall and the children..." Fang Mu's heart sank, "Mr. Zhou, where are you?" "...I will solve the evil consequences I planted by myself." After finishing speaking, the phone hung up. Fang Mu hurriedly called back, but Teacher Zhou had already turned off the phone. Sister Zhao saw Fang Mu's complexion changed drastically, and she was also very anxious: "What's wrong with Lao Zhou?" "Something may have happened to Mr. Zhou." Fang Mu stood up and ran out, all the way to the parking lot. As soon as he started the car, he saw Sister Zhao staggering out in a thin hospital gown. "What are you doing here? Go back!" Fang Mu roared. Sister Zhao opened the door and jumped into the car, "Drive!" Fang Mu had no choice but to step on the accelerator, and the jeep shot out like an arrow. Just after passing two intersections, Fang Mu suddenly turned around, sounded the siren at the same time, and drove in the opposite direction.Sister Zhao saw that she was getting farther and farther away from the Angel Hall, and she shouted anxiously: "Where are you driving?" Fang Mu gritted his teeth without saying a word, staring at the front, and stepped on the accelerator. He already knew where Teacher Zhou was. Teacher Zhou pushed open the spotless glass door of the institute and walked straight to the elevator.The security guard at the door was about to get up and ask questions, but suddenly found that this ragged old man was the person that Director Yang said "when you see him, you should respect him as much as you see me", and hurriedly changed a gesture of raising his hand to stop him salute.Teacher Zhou didn't look sideways, and quickly flashed in as soon as the elevator door opened. He found the director's office on the top floor with ease, opened the door and walked in.Yang Jincheng half leaned on the seat, his face was covered with a mask, and he was resting with his eyes closed. Teacher Zhou walked all the way, and with every step closer to the research institute, the hatred in his heart increased by one point. Seeing the mask on Yang Jincheng's face, the hatred reached its peak in an instant. You killed so many people mercilessly, but you care so much about your face! Teacher Zhou walked to the desk, stared at the pale face and said slowly: "Aren't you going to kill me? Here I am." Yang Jincheng, who was facing him sideways, didn't respond. When he listened carefully, there seemed to be no sound of breathing—he fell asleep. Teacher Zhou didn't expect it to be so smooth, gritted his teeth, walked behind Yang Jincheng, and took out a thin wire from his pocket. That was his best student and most capable assistant, but at this moment Teacher Zhou didn't hesitate in his heart. He slowly put the wire off Yang Jincheng's head, and suddenly exerted force with his hands, strangling Yang Jincheng's neck tightly. ! The sleeping body suddenly began to convulse, as if trying to break free from the deadly noose.Teacher Zhou exerted more and more force on his hands until his body gradually went limp. Teacher Zhou's eyes gradually filled with tears, and he leaned into Yang Jincheng's ear and murmured: "There is no teaching field, and there is no angel hall. If a scientist regards himself as a god, what he creates can only be hell... " Following the slight sound of the hysteroid fracture, Yang Jincheng was silent. It took a long time for Teacher Zhou to let go of the wire in his hand. He stood up straight and let out a sigh of relief.It seems to be relieved, but also seems to be hopeless. Stretching out his hand to smooth the messy hair on Yang Jincheng's forehead, Mr. Zhou stared at the face that would never wake up, and tremblingly removed the mask on his face. Just as he lifted a corner, he heard the door slammed open. Fang Muping held his pistol and rushed in quickly. "Do not move!" Almost at the same time, Mr. Zhou stepped to the French window and opened it with his backhand. "Don't come here!" When Fang Mu saw the man slumped on the seat and the wire wrapped around his neck, his heart felt cold. "That's... Yang Jincheng?" Teacher Zhou, who was holding the window frame, nodded. Fang Mu was in a turmoil, he put down his gun and was about to speak when he heard a scream behind him.Sister Zhao covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Yang Jincheng's body in horror. When she saw Teacher Zhou standing by the window, she was even more anxious to rush over. "You all don't come here!" Teacher Zhou let go of one hand, and most of his body was hanging dangerously out of the window. Fang Mu grabbed Sister Zhao, put the gun into the holster, and pointed at Teacher Zhou with his five fingers. "Mr. Zhou, don't get excited, you come down first, the matter has not reached the point of no return, I will help you, trust me." Teacher Zhou smiled miserably: "I don't want to redeem it." A gust of cold wind gushes into the room from behind Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou's hair is disheveled, and his worn clothes are blown up by the wind. Under the leaden sky, he looks like a dilapidated toy that is about to be destroyed. Fang Mu stared at Teacher Zhou's hand, and took a step cautiously, but was immediately stopped by Teacher Zhou's expression. "Teacher Zhou..." Fang Mu almost begged, "Don't do anything stupid." "Stupid thing?" Mr. Zhou smiled wryly and shook his head, "The sins I have committed in my life are far more than stupid things! You think Yang Jincheng's crimes are unforgivable, but in fact, there is no difference between me and him..." "But you also have to think about Angel Hall, think about those children!" "I'm not qualified to go back to the Angel Hall." Two lines of tears flowed from Teacher Zhou's eyes, "I'm a sinner, and I've always used them as a tool for me to gain peace of mind. But in the end, I still made them useless. Homecoming..." "I know, I know!" Sister Zhao suddenly yelled like crazy, "Mr. Zhou, I heard the conversation between you and Fang Mu that day...I don't blame you, I know you have been atoning for sins...Really, I forgive you..." Teacher Zhou was stunned. For a moment, a slightly relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you, Xiao Zhao. You let me have a little comfort before I leave." "Teacher Zhou!" Fang Mu and Sister Zhao shouted at the same time. "Listen to me!" Teacher Zhou's tone suddenly became harsh, "Xiao Zhao, it is impossible to keep the Angel Hall. If you can, I hope you can try your best to let the children have a new home, where they can have enough food and clothing, and have books to read." , you can support yourself in the future. Can you do it?" Sister Zhao, who was already in tears, was choked up and unable to speak, and looked at Teacher Zhou sadly. "Can it be done?" Sister Zhao nodded with difficulty. "That's good." Teacher Zhou turned her head to Fang Mu again, "Help me take care of Liao Yafan and the children. I know I committed a capital crime, but I have no other better way to solve it. There will never be another The reeducation field..." "Teacher Zhou!" Fang Mu was incoherent with excitement, "Come down immediately, or I...or I...you may not be sentenced to death!" "Fang Mu, don't you understand? It's not that I can't face the law and punishment." Teacher Zhou looked at Fang Mu deeply, "What I can't face is my own heart." He pointed at Yang Jincheng's body with his finger, and said word by word: "Actually, we all deserve to die." After finishing speaking, a serene smile appeared on Teacher Zhou's face. He looked at Fang Mu, then at Sister Zhao, and let go of his grip on the window frame. Fang Mu roared wildly, and rushed to catch him, but the distance was too far. When he rushed to the window, he could only watch Teacher Zhou open his arms and fall to the hard ground... Fang Mu left Sister Zhao who was screaming uncontrollably, turned around and rushed into the corridor, bumped away the employees who came to check after hearing the noise, and ran down the fire escape all the way. do not die!Don't die! ! There were already several people gathered downstairs, Fang Mu pushed them away and threw himself in front of Teacher Zhou.Teacher Zhou looked peaceful, the blood from the back of his head had already stained the snow red.His eyes were half-closed, his body convulsed slightly, and with each twitch, large streams of blood froth slowly gushed out from the corner of his mouth. "Call an ambulance!" Fang Mu raised his head and shouted hoarsely: "Help!" Onlookers began to frantically dial their cell phones.Fang Mu leaned over and looked at Teacher Zhou's increasingly pale face, unable to utter a complete sentence: "Hold on... hold on...the ambulance is coming..." Suddenly, Fang Mu felt Teacher Zhou's hand move, he hastily held that cold hand, and stared intently at Teacher Zhou's face. Teacher Zhou's mouth moved a few times, but he didn't say anything, but the strength in his hand was increasing little by little. Fang Mu's tears finally flowed down. "I know." He squeezed Teacher Zhou's hand hard, "I promise." The strength of that hand suddenly relaxed, Teacher Zhou smiled and slowly closed his eyes. The ambulance arrived quickly, and the first responders confirmed that Teacher Zhou was dead, and at the same time carried the fainted Sister Zhao into the ambulance for first aid. Fang Mu took off his coat and covered Teacher Zhou, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the task force. "I'm Fang Mu. I'm in the Institute of Psychology. Just now, Zhou Zhenbang was strangled to death..." "Chen Zhe, Assistant Director of the Research Institute." A cold voice suddenly sounded behind him, Fang Mu's heart beat wildly, and he turned his head suddenly—— Standing in front of him in a white coat with his hands in his pockets was Yang Jincheng. Yang Jincheng looked at the shocked Fang Mu expressionlessly, and said in a low voice, "Come with me."