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Zhong Xian was surprised: "This is weird. It seems that...he deliberately wants to isolate himself from the world."

"Then why come out to work?"

"I can't help it. I have to eat. But maybe there is some mental illness."

"He's here!" Suddenly, Mr. Yang not far away yelled, and stood up from his seat. Zhong Xian and Officer Deng turned their heads together.Just when they were wondering why Mr. Yang reacted so aggressively, Mr. Yang pointed outside and shouted again, "He ran away!"

Police officer Deng chased them out, as if a spring had bounced out of the seat, the waiter looked at them with a surprised expression, Zhong Xian also stood up reflexively.

Officer Deng jumped onto the downward escalator.Zhong Xian followed quickly and tried to look forward.He didn't see Xiao Zhu.A purple coat, thrown under the escalator.They kept chasing down the second floor.A person's back flashed on the signboard wall of a children's goods store.When Zhong Xian followed Police Officer Deng to chase after him, he found that there was an elevator leading to the underground parking lot.

The indicator light on the elevator shows B2—the elevator has reached the second basement floor.Someone just took this elevator.

"Where is the staircase?" Officer Deng asked the waiter not far away while pressing the elevator button.

Zhong Xian answered first: "I know. In front." He led the way and ran into the stairwell. "There are two exits in the parking lot. You go to Exit A, and I'll go to B. If I see Xiao Zhu, I'll call you." Zhong Xian suggested while running.Officer Deng agreed.

The stairwell was extremely dark, and most of them ran down by feeling. When they reached the second basement floor, Zhong Xian pointed to the left, "That's Exit A. I'll go this way." He and Police Officer Deng diverged.

There are many cars in the parking lot.Two cars were driving slowly looking for a parking space.Zhong Xian looked around while running.He still didn't see Xiao Zhu.

Panting, he ran to Exit B, and the outside light came in from the open exit.There were several cars lined up beside the railing gate, and there were four or five people standing there, not knowing what they were waiting for.

Zhong Xian ran over, passed the people and cars at the exit, and came to a side street outside.Then he stopped.

There are not many cars passing by on this side street, and there are few pedestrians.

He turned around and saw Officer Deng running towards him from the dark underground parking lot, approaching at a fast speed.For a moment, he decided to keep running.Suddenly, just turning around and taking two steps, he bumped into a slow-moving car, and he bounced off like a ball.He saw the clouds in the sky, covering the sky grayly, and some invisible raindrops were dripping on his face.

Then he fell to the pavement.

He was depressed, and the depression and annoyance of this depression even outweighed the pain in his back.

typhoon

18

There was a scream, which seemed to come from the sky, and also seemed to come from a strange pedestrian across the street.

Severe pain came from his knees and back, and Zhong Xian felt that the whole world stopped for an instant, and there was a buzzing sound coming from behind his skull.

Police officer Deng appeared in front of him.Then left again.

The windows of the Mercedes-Benz E200 were lowered.

"You hit someone!..." Zhong Xian heard Officer Deng's voice mixed with the buzzing in his ears.

"Suddenly... rushed out..." Someone's voice was annoyed, and the driver of the Mercedes-Benz E200 got out of the car. He was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing.Officer Deng was talking to him, and the man suddenly changed into a smiling face, and handed Officer Deng a business card.

Zhong Xian found himself standing up again.

The Mercedes-Benz driver and police officer Deng came to him together and said something, but Zhong Xian didn't listen at all.The driver handed over a business card, and Zhong Xian glanced at the business card, which said—UDI General Manager Dynasty.It turned out that the driver of the Mercedes-Benz E200 was the owner of a company in the nearby Diwang Building.The Mercedes driver was actively looking for a solution to the problem, saying to them: "...go to the hospital and get checked! Take my car."

Zhong Xian's brain seemed to stop functioning, and he passively accepted the arrangement, and he was pulled into the car.The interior is very spacious.The driver discussed with him which hospital to go to while driving, and finally they drove along Shennan Avenue to the Overseas Chinese Town Hospital.Although the SZ No. 1 civilian hospital is closer, the driver said that there are too many patients there, while the Overseas Chinese Town Hospital is tall and does not need to queue up.

The driver of the Mercedes-Benz chatted enthusiastically while driving, and most of the time he was talking alone. He was probably afraid of getting into trouble, and that Zhong Xian would blackmail him like he did.Zhong Xian could see the driver's face through the rearview mirror.Suddenly he remembered his dream, and now he was sitting in the position of the forgotten person in the dream.

The back seat of the Mercedes-Benz E200 seemed to be wider than other cars. Zhong Xian glanced to the side and saw Police Officer Deng sitting next to him. He was surprised and found that his mobile phone was in the hands of Police Officer Deng.He remembered that this mobile phone was given by a woman.Suddenly, I realized that I was wrong again.He bought this in Hong Kong last year and spent HK$7200.

Memories of the past and the present seemed to be entangled, becoming clear and chaotic in his mind.Zhong Xian touched the back of his head, feeling that he might have hit his head.

The car soon arrived at the Overseas Chinese Town Hospital, which was surrounded by tall trees in a lush tropical vegetation.There were almost no people in the halls and corridors of the hospital. As the driver said, no matter which department they went to for an examination, they didn't need to line up.Zhong Xian followed Officer Deng and the driver, and was taken to one ward after another by them.Later they sat on chairs in the hallway and waited.Zhong Xian felt that the time passed quickly, as if he had only sat for a few minutes, but the wall watch on the hospital wall showed that half an hour had passed, and he was brought to the doctor's office again. male doctor, show them a chest CT scan.

"Is everything all right?" The driver of the Mercedes-Benz repeatedly confirmed with the doctor, "Is it really all right? The bones are all right? Let's prescribe some medicine. Yes, two bottles of Hukeling Spray."

"He has a head injury." In the last department was a young female doctor with long black hair tied into a ponytail and wearing glasses. She said to Police Officer Deng and the driver expressionlessly. "It's not today's injury."

"Can you see how long it has been?" Police Officer Deng asked.Zhong Xian suddenly had an illusion.Officer Deng seemed to be speaking to the coroner.

"Scalp trauma, at least two months old." The female doctor said lightly.

Zhong Xian really wanted to go home and go to sleep. "I'm fine." He found that there was still a scrape under his right wrist, which was in severe pain at this time, and he carefully hid it with the cuff of his shirt, not wanting to continue tormenting.

"It's best to be hospitalized to observe whether there is a brain oscillation..." the female doctor said.

"It's not necessary!" Zhong Xian stood up.

19

The typhoon is coming.When they left the hospital, the whole world was thrown into chaos by the strong wind.The wind and raindrops flew around.

Officer Deng was carrying a large plastic bag, which contained medicines received from the hospital pharmacy, all of which were paid for by the driver.Along the way, Officer Deng's hand kept holding Zhong Xian's hand.It's like leading a blind man. "I'm fine." Zhong Xian wanted Police Officer Deng to leave him alone.But he couldn't think of any reason to persuade him to leave.

They went downstairs to Chungstring's apartment, took the elevator to the top floor, and finally stood together in front of his apartment.Zhong Xian stared blankly at the combination lock on the door for a while.

Officer Deng reminded him. "Is it a birthday or some other anniversary?"

"818..."

"what?"

"The last three numbers."

"What about the front?"

While Zhong Xian was thinking hard, Officer Deng tried repeatedly on the password keyboard.The third time turned out to be right. "009," he said. "Do you still think you're okay?"

Zhong Xian said, "I've been forgetting things lately."

There was a whistling wind in the room.As soon as the door was opened, the draft seemed to blow them away, the infrared sensor light in the entrance came on, Zhong Xian went directly to the sofa and sat down, he saw Police Officer Deng put the plastic bag on the floor and looked around in the living room Look for the direction the wind is blowing in, then run to the balcony and close the window.

The wind in the room disappeared.

Zhong Xian's heart is restless, this is the first time that the police have come to his house.

Officer Deng went back to the entrance and carried the plastic bag to the sofa. "If you feel like vomiting at night, you will go to check the concussion tomorrow." He said.Then he pointed to the medicine boxes in the bag and told Zhong Xian how to take them one by one.Zhong Xian didn't respond, and didn't intend to listen at all.

Officer Deng pulled up the trouser leg of Zhong Xian's right leg, holding a bottle of trauma spray in his other hand, and repeated the doctor's instructions again.

"I'll do it myself." Zhong Xian stretched out his hand to grab the bottle of trauma spray, but in vain.

Officer Deng stared at him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Zhong Xian stared blankly at his hands.Officer Deng discovered the wound on his wrist at this time, took his hand and looked at it for a while, and then took out gauze and alcohol from a treasure chest-like bag.

"I'll stay tonight," Officer Deng said. "You can't do it alone."

Zhong Xian was stunned: "Am I seriously injured?"

"I can't check it, but your condition is wrong. It's all to help me..."

"No... I didn't help." Zhong Xian said. "I asked a friend to stay with me for the night. Don't waste your time."

"You'd better talk less. Rest." Officer Deng patted him on the shoulder, his tone non-negotiable.Zhong Xian's memory suddenly jumped, this scene was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember when and where it happened.

Zhong Xian involuntarily touched