Chapter 8 Chapter 7 Death

Luo Xianmei is dead.I watched her being pushed into the operating room, and then pushed out, her whole body was covered with a white cloth.Luo Xianmei's husband squatted in the corridor.I don't know what to say to this half-old man, because Luo Xianmei was indirectly killed by me.What I did in 702 frightened this curious and nosy woman, and when she fled downstairs, she fell to her death. I don't know what to do next, and what to expect, maybe it's a subpoena from the court, maybe it's a lot of compensation, maybe it's the scolding or beating by Luo Xianmei's husband, maybe it's the private revenge of this once gloomy man... But Whatever it is, until I find Xin Jie, my life will be in a messier and worse situation.

Luo Xianmei's husband didn't say anything after seeing his wife lying in a pool of blood. He just watched me pick up Luo Xianmei's body with a gloomy face, followed me all the way to the hospital, and waited outside the operating room with me. He has been squatting there against the corner of the corridor, holding his head, trembling all over his body. I couldn't see his face, and I didn't know what he was thinking at the moment.I know that few people can bear the grief of losing their wives in middle age.Even though the one who died was the woman who bickered with him all day long and scolded him for being old and immortal, who would really want to die the person who had been with him for most of his life?

Standing against the wall at a loss for a long time, it wasn't until the nurses started changing shifts that I realized I had to figure this out.I walked over and patted Luo Xianmei's husband on the shoulder, and asked him if he would go to the police station with me. I will take responsibility for this matter, but the police must make some decisions about responsibility. Appraisal, and then if you need, we will resolve this matter through the court or other means. I talked a lot intermittently, but Luo Xianmei's husband never raised his head, just kept shaking there, and didn't respond to me a word.

I squatted with him for a while, and then I saw that it was too late, so I got up and prepared to go home first, and asked him if he wanted to go back, but he still didn't answer. Forget it, let me go back first. Thinking in my heart, I got up heavily and started to walk outside along the corridor. When I reached the corner of the stairs, I subconsciously turned my head and glanced at him again. I didn't expect that he just raised his head to look at me. His expression instantly made me feel cold all over. He was smiling somberly there... I thought I was wrong, so I quickly took two steps back to look at it carefully, but he immediately lowered his head again, and continued to bury his head on his knees and tremble all over.

To be honest, in such a situation, I would rather believe that he is crying, just like some people's crying and laughing are almost the same, so that you can't judge.But the feeling I felt at that moment just now still makes me feel chills all over my body. Forget it, maybe it's just that the way he cries looks a bit like laughing.What's more, if it was a laugh, how could it be possible to tremble from laughing, and tremble all afternoon?I can't worry about this anymore, I still have too many things to deal with... When I got home, it was completely dark, and it started to rain again, and I felt very cold. Put on a cotton coat.

The cotton-padded jacket was very warm, and apart from a slight musty smell, there was still a faint smell of perfume on it, which belonged to Xinjie.I suddenly remembered the situation when she bought me this padded coat a few years ago, something warm slipped out of my eye sockets and flowed down my cheeks. "Xin Jie, I don't know if I can bear it if...you haven't gone to that world, can you let me hug you again..." I sat on the bed for a while, remembering my plan when I came back, and I found a small rusty shovel from the utility room and a strong woven bag, and prepared to go to 702 to dispose of the dug out soil. The door of 702 was still ajar as when I left, I gently pushed the door to go in, the refrigerator was still lying across the door of the bathroom, and the dirt was still all over the floor, scattered all the way into the living room.

I started to fill the woven bag with dirt bit by bit, and when I saw these hairs, a thought flashed through my mind: Could this hair have something to do with the ones that appeared in my bathroom?For example, are they all from the same person? Thinking of this, I went home and found a few fresh-keeping bags, and put those hairs and a small piece of soil in them.I carried the rest of the soil downstairs in bags and poured it into the green belt. I don't know why I do this, maybe it's just because I don't want to see a room messed up by myself.So, I cleaned the bathroom and the living room a little more, but I didn't go into the bedroom and other rooms. First, I felt that it was inappropriate, and second, the previous sense of fear was still at work.

After finishing these things, I quietly exited the room, closed the door of 702, and the door lock clicked, indicating that I might not need to enter this room again. Back downstairs, a feeling of extreme exhaustion welled up.I looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was only 8:30 in the evening, and I felt drowsy like a flood. I walked into the bedroom and fell asleep drowsily.It's getting colder and colder I get up and look out the window, it's white - it's snowing, it's getting bigger and bigger, it's slowly flooding the window, crushing the glass, I'm about to rush into the bedroom I realize I'm dreaming and I force myself to wake up come over.I don't know when I covered myself with the quilt, but I still felt cold and shivering. I looked towards the window and could vaguely see that the curtains were drawn, and the window probably wasn't open, but why was it so cold?I turned over and unconsciously wanted to curl up, but suddenly I bumped into something, I touched the side, and I touched something colder - my hair soaked in water, which was stuck to my pillow.

"Xin Jie?" I asked softly, "Are you back?" Maybe it was because I missed her too much, in a half-asleep state, as soon as I touched the hair beside the pillow, I thought she was back .I estimated the position of her face, and stroked along the cold hair, trying to make her turn around, but after I touched it a few times, all I could touch was the hair.Hair everywhere, cold and slippery.When I suddenly realized that something was wrong, I suddenly sat up on the bed and quickly turned on the bedside lamp, only to find that there was nothing around me.I rubbed my head and collected myself, thinking that it was a dream within a dream.But the feeling of chills all over my body still hasn't subsided. I found the remote control and pressed the switch of the air conditioner. After it rattled a few times, the cold air was always blowing out.The air conditioner didn't work in the damn weather.Helpless, I had no choice but to dig out another quilt from the closet and put it on. I took off the cotton coat and got into the bed to continue sleeping.

But after tossing and turning for a long time, I finally got up, turned on the computer, looked at the beautiful and familiar face on the desktop, and burst into tears.That night, I didn't go back to bed, just turned over those photos and recalled the past that was fading away until dawn.I opened the curtains and wiped the mist on the glass, and I saw large flakes of snow falling, and it actually snowed outside the window, forming a white patch on the roofs near and far. I wrote Xin Jie's name on the glass, stood in front of the window and looked at it for a while, and suddenly saw a man standing in front of a window on the same floor opposite.He seemed to glance in my direction, then climbed onto the ledge, and before I could understand what was going on, he jumped from there, and then there was a heavy landing below.

I could even feel that the whole building was shaken. I quickly opened the window and looked down. The man was already lying motionless on the ground. Blood gradually seeped from under his body, staining the surrounding snow-white ground red.A cleaner stood by the trash can, staring blankly at the scene. After a few seconds, he started yelling. Several residents on the opposite building leaned out of their windows and kept looking. I don’t know why the man on the opposite side used I ended my life in this way, but I know that if my life continues like this, one day in the near future, maybe I will be like him.A full seventeen days have passed, and there is still no news from Xin Jie. Even the only person who may know that she appeared four days ago is dead, and it is only possible.I don't know how much time I can endure this day and night of endless painful torture.I still don't want to believe that she went to another world, but the current situation is no different from going to another world, and now, there is another man who is going through almost the same pain as me - Luo Xianmei's husband. I waited at the door of 502 for nearly a morning, but still no one came to open the door. Luo Xianmei’s husband didn’t know whether he hadn’t come back or didn’t want to see me again. For the next three days, I knocked on the door every day, but I never saw him again. to him. Three days later in the evening, Ling Zhijie called and told me that the serial murder case had finally been solved.I asked him how he broke the case, he smiled helplessly, and then said two words: surrender.That guy surrendered himself after killing 13 people, but only 12 bodies have been found so far. It is said that the last one died in a special place and needs to be accompanied by the police to testify. I thought about it and said, "Can I follow?" Ling Zhijie was stunned for a moment, but immediately said: "I know what you are thinking, but I tell you clearly that it is impossible." "Why?" "Impossible is impossible without a reason." "..." "By the way, the results of the fingerprint identification you asked for should come out, but they are still at the identification department. I will go back and get them for you." "OK……" "That's nothing else, I hung up." "No! Wait! Do you remember going upstairs to my house that day?" "Cough! If you don't tell me, I really forgot, how about it? Have you opened the refrigerator?" "It's opened, but I'm afraid you won't believe what's inside if you haven't seen it." "Fuck! Don't fuck me around, time is running out, I have to go to sleep, understand?" "The refrigerator is full of dirt, and there are hairs in the dirt..." "What?! Hair?! Are you sure?" Ling Zhijie obviously became nervous, and asked, "Don't tell me there's another corpse inside!" "No, it's just dirt and hair..." I suddenly noticed the word "you" in his last sentence, and asked what he meant. Ling Zhijie breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "One of the victims in this case was dismembered by that son of a bitch and stuffed in the refrigerator." I gasped, thankful I didn't find the body upstairs in the refrigerator.After a few more words, Ling Zhijie finally asked me if I would like to live with him for a few days to relieve the pressure. I wondered if Ling Zhijie had taken the wrong medicine, and he had the side of a mother-in-law, so I couldn't say it anymore, fearing that Xin Jie would not find me when he came back.He didn't say any more, and hung up the phone quickly. That night, no matter how hard I knocked, the door of 502 still didn't open, but I heard the sound of someone moving inside, and there seemed to be more than one. I don't know what Luo Xianmei's husband was doing inside, why he never willing to see me. It stands to reason that I am the one who is unwilling to face him, but now he is trying to avoid me. This state is really strange, and it makes me feel a strong sense of anxiety, just like seeing him in the hospital that day The same sad smile on his face. When I got home, I opened the French windows, went to the balcony, and looked outside. The snow was still falling, and a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground, and there was no trace of the man who committed suicide three days ago.Time is a strange thing. A person who dies in this way is inevitably forgotten by the world around him, completely. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, a phone call woke me up from the nightmare. It was from Ling Zhijie.He immediately said, "That son of a bitch wants to see you by name!" "Who wants to see me?" "Who else is the son of a bitch? Who else do you think?!" On the other end of the phone, Ling Zhijie was so angry that he was almost crazy, so that he was a little incoherent. He yelled, "He Ning, can't you fucking get over it?!" The snow on the street was pushed on both sides of the road, piled up as high as half a person.At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the sky was still covered with heavy snow, and a thick layer was piled up on the road, which was particularly dazzling in the light of the headlights.The wheels were spinning and slipped all the way to the criminal police brigade.A young guy opened the door for me and took me to an office. After a while, Ling Zhijie came. "Where is he? What did he say? What happened to the last body?" I wanted to throw out all the doubts. "Don't ask me, I still want to know why he named you." I noticed that Ling Zhijie's face was quite gloomy, he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger, and he might explode at any time. Ling Zhijie took me to a room, which should be the observation room. There was a huge glass in the room. Through the glass, there was a big table in the room inside, and a man was lying on the table.His hands were handcuffed, and there seemed to be a pair of shackles on his feet. Ling Zhijie moved his mouth to the microphone aside, and said, "The person you want to see is here, tell me where the 13th corpse is!" The man immediately replied: "You let him in, come in alone, I'll tell him." He still lowered his head when he spoke.Ling Zhijie got angry, grabbed the microphone, and shouted: "Don't you fucking play tricks with me, I'll kill you with one shot!" The man smiled coldly and said, "It's up to you." Hearing these words, the veins on Ling Zhijie's face exploded, as if he was extremely angry.I hurriedly patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, I'll go in and talk to him." Ling Zhijie took a long breath, then nodded, led me out of the observation room, opened the door of the next room, and let me in.I pulled the chair over and sat across from the man. The man finally raised his head and looked at me with a miserable smile.And the moment I saw his face, I froze. Because I know this man, his name is Wang Fei, he was my former patient. A few days ago, he left a message on my QQ: I saw them laughing.