Human ladder

At this moment, Sun Zhong, Lu Congqi, Meng Shi and Luan Bing were all in the operating room.

Luan Bing had been leaning against the wall with his mobile phone, and was relieved when he saw that everyone had left, and turned his neck a few times.

Luan Bing was rubbing the back of his neck, and was caught off guard by Meng Shi's name: "You? Aren't you the injured? Are you recovered? Why are you still running around? Someone will ask you later." .”

Luan Bing curled his lips bored and did not speak.

On the contrary, Lu Congqi kept bowing his head very patiently and talking to the emotionally broken Sun Yi, and kept comforting Sun Yi's back with his hands, but fortunately, his mood finally stabilized.

The operating room kept coming in and out, and it was quite a while for An Sheng at this moment. After several hours passed, the operating lights outside the operating room finally went out, and Wen Yan was pushed out of the operating room.

"The patient's condition is stable. Chest hemorrhage affects breathing, and head injury needs to be hospitalized for observation."

Meng Shi stepped forward to thank the doctor, and the other three trotted all the way to the separate ward.

The effect of Wen Yan's anesthetic has not yet passed, the wounds on his body have been properly healed at this moment, and layers of gauze are wrapped around his head, and the young man who is taking advantage of the sickness has lost a trace of his former vivacity.

No one can connect with that troublesome teenager after watching it.

Sun Yi couldn't stop crying on the edge of Wen Yan's bed.

Lu Congqi put his hand on Sun Yi's shoulder and comforted him without saying a word: "Aunt Sun, the doctor said there is no danger, let's go out first, after the anesthetic wears off, Wen Yan might be hungry."

Sun Yi didn't move at all, his voice was muffled in the unpleasant quilt and he was crying a little out of breath.

Lu Congqi was cruel, and said: "Wen Yan has been thinking about the egg drop soup for more than ten days... always talking about it, you obviously brought him the soup last time, but in the end you left with the soup again."

These words finally touched Sun Yu, and Sun Yu wiped his face and remembered that he had hit Wen Yan in front of so many people, and said in a trembling voice, "He... he didn't blame me?"

Sun Yi regretted it after the fight. In the past, she had a bad temper and Wen Yan was naughty. Fortunately, there was Wen Guochao, who was good-tempered and honest, to mediate in the middle. However, the relationship between their mother and son has become worse and worse in the past two years. Yan often did not come back once for ten days and half a month.

"No, I just feel sorry for that egg drop soup for a long time."

Sun Yi looked at Wen Yan, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Wen Yan's face, but finally stopped.

She quickly returned to that stiff expressionless look, stood up, straightened her uniform shirt and nodded to Meng Shi, who had been waiting all the time, to apologize: "I'm sorry Meng Ju, I just got excited."

Meng Shi waved his hand to indicate that it doesn't matter.

I saw Sun Hao thinking clearly and said: "I just heard that there is someone named Mu Jiangqun, right? It's hard to say whether this incident has anything to do with what happened back then, but... there must be two groups of people."

"!!!"

Even Lu Congqi looked up at Sun Yi.

Sun Yi's expression remained unchanged: "The car parked in the parking lot has traces of gunshots, so don't hide it from me."

In the end, he came down from the front line and worked as a criminal policeman for decades.

Lu Congqi nodded in admiration, seeing that it was already 09:30 in the evening, he urged Meng Shi and Sun Yi to leave, expressing that he would stay here and wait for Wen Yan.

Meng Shi and Sun Yizheng opened their mouths to express that something was wrong, but Lu Congqi interrupted him unquestionably: "Wen Yan is not familiar with Meng Ju, and he is inconvenient to move, so it's more convenient for me to wake up at night."

When finally only Lu Congqi and Wen Yan were left in the ward, Lu Congqi let go of all his vigilance and vigilance, and sat on the edge of Wen Yan's bed exhausted, resting his forehead with his hands, and sighed heavily tone.

Wen Yan's arm has been stitched and wrapped with a layer of gauze.

The other hand was dripping, even if Lu Congqi wanted to reach out and grab Wen Yan to comfort him, he couldn't do it.

He could only look dryly at Wen Yan's whole body, but there was always an unreal feeling that made him feel relieved only when he caught Wen Yan.

Outside the half-opened window was a flickering neon light, and a cool wind blew in, sweeping away the unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the ward.

Lu Congqi carefully bent down and kissed Wen Yan's dry and pale lips.

The heart that had been hanging all this time finally fell to the ground.

It was almost the distance from the tip of the nose to the tip of the nose, Lu Congqi's breath seemed to finally melt that pale and cold face, and even Wen Yan's face seemed to finally have the breath of a living person.

Lu Congqi stared at Wen Yan motionlessly at the pale light above his head and the flickering lights outside.

The sky outside seemed to hang upside down like a black sea, and the remaining blue-light clouds were like raging waves.

The weather in early autumn was hot and cold, treacherous and changeable. Under the unpredictable wind and cloud, in a small ward, Lu Congqi finally showed his timidity and fear. His voice was trembling, with a barely audible cry: "Fortunately...fortunately, you are fine."

A figure of a person was faintly reflected outside the ward. The person hesitated for a while before the door, and finally raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly a few times.

Lu Congqi quickly adjusted his expression, looked outside the door, and then at Wen Yan, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

The man outside knocked on the door a few more times in confusion, Lu Congqi finally turned off the light after thinking for a while with a sullen face, and then backed out.

The door of the ward opened and closed, Lu Congqi whispered, "How is it?"

Luan Bing outside the door jokingly said, "I didn't intend to disturb you two... Is that kid still awake?"

As the footsteps gradually walked away, in the pitch-black ward, Wen Yan carefully sat up while pressing his abdomen.

He bent one leg and exhaled lightly to relieve the discomfort caused by the anesthetic and the pain caused by the slow recovery of the body's various sense organs.

The room was pitch black, Wen Yan didn't dare to make too much noise, he groped in the bedside table, first found his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight to illuminate himself, rummaged through the clothes and sports bag he had changed, and finally found the black notebook Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Yan touched the notebook, and Qu's legs were numb when he was sitting, but he didn't see any movement.

Like a person who was extremely afraid of the dark, he finally found that ray of light, and hugged the notebook tightly in his arms.

In his hand is the posthumous photo of Wen Guochao on the desktop, and in his arms is the record book of Wen Guochao's life... These are his most important things.

It's worth his life.

But Wen Yan thought about it carefully for a while, if someone traded the life of Lu Congqi or Lafayette for him, he would definitely do it without saying a word... After all, these people are still amateurs.

He opened the notebook in the dark, the first page:

【October 28】

Changed to a new book, got off work late today, missed Wen Yan's parent-teacher meeting, this kid will show his face again when he goes back, remember to bring him old Li's beer duck.

【November [-]st】

The case has reached a critical point, and the evidence has been insufficient.

It has been three months since Luotuo lost contact. The place where he communicated the last time has been emptied. Has Luotuo been exposed?

[November NO.15]

I always have an ominous premonition that the camel has been exposed, but who is the person who has been in contact with Bureau Meng?

[November NO.30]

I ran into that kid again after get off work today, he should be a little older than Wen Yan, with a fair face and black hair, I went up to him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

He said he was looking for his dad, and his mom said his dad was a police officer.

I asked him what his father's name was.

The kid shook his head and said he didn't know, his mother didn't tell him.

"Then do you want to go in and look for it?"

"No, my mother said I couldn't find it, but my mother also said that one day he will wear a police uniform and stand under the national flag and come back here."

I always felt that the child might have found the wrong place, so I handed the beer duck to the child: "I don't know who you are, but say hello to your mother for me."

I didn't want the child, it should be seen that I want to bring it to others.

I bought him a separate serving of glutinous rice balls and stood there watching him finish.

【December [-]rd】

The kid is at it again.

I asked him this time, what is his name, and he said: His name is Lu Congqi.

It is the child of the camel.

But I dare not say anything.

It's just that Wen Yan and Lu Congqi are about the same age. He looks very lonely when I take him home another day and let Wen Yan play with him.

【December [-]th】

The movement of the 'sea market' is getting louder and louder, what are the camels doing? ?

The case of exterminating the family on Qixi Festival has not been closed yet, Meng Ju asked me to give up.

[December 29]

I found him, his name is Fu Banghe, he is the current leader of the 'Haishi' and the news from the camel is consistent.

January [-]rd

The camel is lost.

January NO.30

The camel is lost.

February 26

The camel is lost.

……

[The afternoon of March [-]th.

The camel is lost.

After catching Wen Yan smoking, the teacher in charge called A Zhong on his mobile phone. A Zhong had a bad temper and threatened to beat him up.

I haven't seen Lu Congqi. 】

This notebook is not finished, so at least half of it is brand new. Wen Yan closed the black rubber leather case in his hand. The notebook is an old-fashioned meeting record book, and the black paint of the case that has been flipped has faded .

His room was pitch black, only the mobile phone on the bedside table flickered to remind him of news from time to time, Wen Yan didn't want to answer.

Outside the window are the lights of the city, patchwork, flickering in the young man's eyes like stars on the other side, but the lights are ruthless, he seems to be thrown into the vast universe alone, a void of darkness, distant galaxies Just a piece of cold stone, without any light and hope of survival.

After a long time, the special ringtone of the phone rang for a while, Wen Yan let it ring, the ringtone became louder and more urgent, Wen Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, enjoying the feeling of being cared about and anxious.

Wen Yan picked up his mobile phone, and the light from the mobile phone screen would hit his face, reflecting the three-dimensional and cold profile of the young man.

However, the coldness seemed to be just an illusion. Wen Yan followed up with a weak smile, the corners of his mouth raised beautifully, and said to the mobile phone: "Why do people wake up when others are seriously injured? When I wake up, it's pitch black. Yi Yi thought he was so honorable... Am I no longer loved? Is no one loves me anymore?"