next year is a wolf

Although the person in front of him was wearing a mask, his skin exposed to the air was like a layer of skin had been torn off. From the corners of the eyes to the bridge of the nose were densely covered with red fire scars, ugly and ferocious, like a monster.

He lowered his head, with fear in his eyes, he shook off Lu Tian's hand and said, "Let me go."

The voice was hoarse and sharp.

Lu Jue frowned, grabbed his wrist and turned it over, a black "F" tattoo appeared in front of his eyes.

Lu Jue gently rubbed it with his thumb, and the color of the tattoo faded a little, so Lu Jue raised his head, looked at him calmly and said, "Who are you?"

"Who are you? Let me go! Otherwise, I'm going to call someone." The man in the black sweater pulled the hood on his sweater, trying his best to cover his face, and looked at Lu Tian warily. There was a slight hint of fear in the middle.

No matter what a person becomes, his eyes will not change.

Fang Qingya would never have such eyes.

Lu Jue held the back collar of the man in the black sweater, and walked forward while talking on the phone: "Zhou Ci, I caught this man disguised as Fang Qingya in the mall. Where are you?"

"Bring him back first, and I'm rushing to the police station." Zhou Ci replied.

Lu Jue raised his chin at Lu Tian, ​​and Lu Tian quickly dragged the man in the black sweater out, opened the door, and stuffed him into the jeep.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you arresting me?" The man in Wei Yi struggled to kick the car door. Lu Tian was so annoyed by him that he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the neck, knocking him into a daze past.

Lu Tian poked out his ears expressionlessly and said, "I am your uncle."

Lu Jue drove the car without looking back, raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up.

On the viaduct in downtown S, all the cars were connected end to end and remained motionless, like a long colorful dragon, with Zhou Ci's silver Phaeton caught in the middle.

He was so angry that he slapped the steering wheel hard, and raised his hand to look at his watch.

It may be because of a traffic jam many years ago that Zhou Ci missed the chance to meet his mother for the last time, so every time there is a traffic jam, he will feel particularly anxious.

Zhou Ci's slender fingers held the steering wheel, and the other knuckles tapped his knee rhythmically.

In fact, he had always been skeptical when the cause of Fang Qingya's death was first revealed, because at that time the forensic medical appraisal was hasty, and only the materials and audio images were used as the basis for Fang Qingya's death, and the samples submitted for inspection were not qualified. The center is stamped.

The truth of his death was thus concealed.

At that time, Zhou Ci suspected that someone was obstructing it, and the obstructing person was an insider of the Public Security Bureau.

Then he got through some relationships and went to the judicial appraisal center in private to adjust the surveillance video of the day. He found that the appraisal technician received a mysterious call a few minutes before accepting Fang Qingya's appraisal.

After answering the phone call, the technician stamped the official seal without even looking at the document, and sealed and filed the appraisal certificate.

The work calls of the Forensic Center will be automatically recorded by the recording system, but the ten-second call disappeared inexplicably.

Fang Qingya, the deceased with a unique identity, was unclearly involved in the new drug trafficking incident, so Zhou Ci concluded at the time that the police definitely had an inner ghost.

It happened that Lu Jue came to report the case at that time, so Zhou Ci deliberately came to scare the snake, wanting to test whether this inner ghost would do anything to Fang Qingya's body.

Unexpectedly, the inner ghost moved faster than he imagined, and he had already acted before they went to the hospital.

Therefore, Zhou Ci further affirmed that his judgment was correct, this ghost is definitely an old fox with all-hands and eyes.

Since then, Zhou Ci has secretly started looking for technicians to restore the phone recordings.

Now, this important call recording is in his hands.

Zhou Ci looked down at the USB flash drive in his hand, and with the phone recording, he could solve the mystery.

It is also very likely that Fang Qingya was murdered by the person who made the call.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Zhou Ci sat in the car and decided to take the trail back to the police station after getting off the elevated highway. The traffic jam here would probably last until the year of the donkey.

Half an hour later, Zhou Ci just got off the elevated road, turned a corner, and walked on the gravel road in the suburbs of the city.

The roads in the suburbs of the city have not been repaired, and the potholes are very bumpy to walk on. There are almost no people living around, and there are all illegal buildings.

The suburbs are clean, the Tianshan Mountains are the same color, and the air is very good.

Zhou Ci had never walked this road before, so he raised his phone and took a photo and sent it to Jiang Heng: "The sky at this point is a bit nice."

After looking at the phone for a long time without waiting for Jiang Heng's reply, Zhou Ci clicked his tongue and frowned.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang loudly and vibrated in his pocket.

Zhou Ci smiled and greeted without even looking at it: "Hey, didn't you ignore me?"

The person over there didn't speak, Zhou Ci gave a confused "Hello" and found that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello? Who is it?" Zhou Ci thought there was something wrong with the phone, so he repeated, but there was still no response.

Zhou Ci was really busy at the moment, after he hung up, he called someone again.

The familiar bell suddenly rang from behind, Zhou Ci turned his head and glanced at the back of the car, seeing the figure in the car behind him, his pupils dilated sharply, and he was so shocked that he slowed down his breathing.

The next second, with a bang, his silver Phaeton was suddenly knocked over by the large heavy truck behind him and knocked over in the ditch.

The airbag popped out in an instant, blocking Zhou Ci's sight, he only felt his eyes go dark, and then lost all consciousness.

Jiang Heng was sitting on the sofa knitting a scarf in front of the video. The double ingot stitch was a bit difficult, and he had to learn it for two hours.

Counting more than 50 stitches from the needle head, cashmere has great elasticity, and he is going to weave a wider scarf to wear warmly.

Zhou Ci just sent him a message, and the message prompt box showed a picture. Generally, Zhou Ci sent him pictures that were not nutritious emoticons, and Jiang Heng habitually ignored them.

In addition, he was busy knitting a scarf, so he just turned a blind eye to it. He didn't turn off the video until he finished knitting several rows and gradually mastered the skills, and glanced at Zhou Ci's message board.

"The sky at this point is a bit nice."

"Are you in the suburbs? When will you be back?"

Jiang Heng's message was sent out for a while without seeing any movement, and he felt a little abnormal in his heart. You must know that he usually sends a message, but Zhou Ci can't wait to reply every time.

"Is Zhou Ci with you? I just called him but he didn't get through." Lu Jue sent a new message, "Is something wrong with him?"

"It's not here." Jiang Heng said, "He just sent a picture, it looks like it should be in the suburbs of the city."

"Fuck, I just saw the news that a car in the suburbs of the city rolled over in a ditch, and it looked exactly like his silver Phaeton." Lu Jue sent a long voice, "Hey, do you know the exact location? ? Is it the outskirts near the viaduct?"

"Yes."

"!!! I'll go and have a look!"

An hour later, Lu Jue took Lu Tian to the hospital near Chengjiao Township, and learned about Zhou Ci's situation from the nurse outside the emergency room.

Since there are no surveillance cameras on the roads in the suburbs, no one knows how Zhou Ci's car overturned. When passers-by arrived and found him, he was already unconscious.

At that time, Zhou Ci's car was seriously deformed, the front of his head was covered with blood, and his clothes were all dyed red.

There were only a few photos and videos taken by passers-by at the scene of the incident. The person who took these photos and sent Zhou Ci over had already left. Zhou Ci had been rescued for two hours.

When Jiang Heng arrived, the doctor came out of the emergency room, took off his mask and asked the three of them, "Who is the family member of the patient?"

"We are all his relatives and friends." Lu Jue replied calmly, "How is he doing now? Do you need to contact your immediate family members to sign any surgery agreement?"

Jiang Heng stared at the door of the emergency room motionlessly, his chest heaving up and down unevenly.

"His condition is very dangerous, and he needs to be transferred to a larger hospital for emergency treatment. With our hospital's equipment and capabilities, we can't treat him, sorry." The doctor bowed to Lu Jue and said, "We have contacted the hospital for you. Alright, the surgery agreement can be signed on your behalf, please come here to go through the hospital transfer procedures."

Lu Jue walked over calmly, winked at Lu Angel and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​pour you a glass of water for Brother Jiang Heng."

Jiang Heng sat on the bench with his hands on his knees, his face expressionless, but his lips were bitten so pale, he raised his head and stared at the emergency room, his eyes were dead silent.

Lu Tian found a paper cup, took a full glass of water and handed it to Jiang Heng, sat beside him and said, "You love him."

His tone of voice when he said this was almost indistinguishable from "the weather is fine today".

Jiang Heng took the water and said thank you, turned his face to look at Lu Tian and said, "Do you know what love is, and what does it mean?"

Lu Tian lowered his eyelashes and looked at the ground, and said in a nonsensical answer: "My heart hurts."

Jiang Heng took a sip of water and did not speak. When he turned his face away, he really felt a dull pain in his heart, and even found it difficult to breathe.

It was the feeling when Qi Sheng was lost, and now it is happening again.

Unbearable pain.

Zhou Ci was transferred to the hospital in the city center, and several critical illness notifications were issued.

The three of them couldn't help much, so they could only sit in front of the ward and wait.

After waiting for several hours, only one sentence from the doctor came in exchange: "The patient's cerebral cortex has been severely damaged and is in an irreversible state."

Lu Jue took a step forward and asked, "Does that mean you won't wake up?"

The doctor put on a mask and replied coldly: "The irreversible state is, in layman's terms, a vegetable."

"After Zhou Ci got into a car accident, he held his police badge tightly in his hand, and it was not taken off until he was sent to the hospital." Lu Jue stood in front of Jiang Heng and said, "He usually doesn't even wear a police uniform. Young master who refuses to wear it, why do you hold the police badge in your hand when you are in distress?"

Zhou Ci's driving skills are top-notch, and he has also participated in Formula 1. At his level, he will never roll over on flat ground, unless someone intentionally murders him.

The car was severely deformed, and it must have been a large car that hit him.

And what does the police badge in his hand imply?

Lu Jue frowned, unable to figure out his intention.

"Zhou Ci's police badge was obtained from drug enforcement," Jiang Heng said.

"Is the person who killed him related to this anti-drug case? Is this person a fucking policeman?" This is the only direction that can connect the two.

Lu Tian sat down in front of the hospital bed with his head bowed, silently looking at Zhou Ci who was undergoing infusion.

The air was stagnant, and the atmosphere became heavy in an instant.

Lu Jue clenched his fists secretly, while Jiang Heng's eyes were red.

The author has something to say: the second update will be later.