Luggage Syndrome

The police arrived a little earlier than the ambulance, and after controlling the flower arm at the door and the unconscious drunk in the bar, they found Fu Lang crying in the bathroom.

And the boy in his arms had already stopped breathing.

The ambulance dutifully sent Feng Wenxuan to the emergency room, where the rescue lasted for three hours.

The police notified the school after discovering the two, and the head teacher arrived immediately after the invigilation in the morning.

After the emergency red light went out, the doctor walked out of the emergency room, looked at Fu Lang standing at the door with pity, and announced Feng Wenxuan's death in a low voice.

The sun outside the window is at its brightest.

The 17-year-old Fu Lang never imagined that that high-spirited and lively boy, that close friend who took care of him with all his heart, would leave in such a cruel way after being with him for No. 11 years.

They had promised to be brothers for a lifetime, but no one could have imagined that this life would be so short.

There seemed to be a big hole in Fu Lang's chest.

He clenched his fists and pursed his lips, but the tears still flowed down uncontrollably, and couldn't stop anymore, falling from his chin to the ground drop by drop.

The head teacher suddenly hugged him.

This middle-aged man, who was half a head shorter than him, made the crumbling young man lie on his thin chest, but hugged his head, crying loudly.

In the arms of the teacher in charge, Fu Lang finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.

Fu Lang stood in the morgue in a daze.The police were unable to contact Feng Wenxuan's parents, but the identity of the remains needed to be confirmed.

The white cloth covering the boy's face was slowly pulled down.

His good brother was lying quietly on the cold iron bed with a calm expression.It seemed that in the next second, he would suddenly open his eyes and scream like he did when he was a child, startling him and Yang Yu, and then showing a triumphant smile.

But no matter how much Fu Lang waited, those naughty eyes would not open.

"I'm sorry, the teacher shouldn't let you go, but I, I really have no choice but to face him...I'm sorry..."

The homeroom teacher was waiting at the door of the mortuary, and when he saw Fu Lang coming out, he apologized to him with sobs.

Without saying a word, Fu Lang patted the head teacher on the shoulder lightly.

His nose was sore, and he wanted to cry, but the tears in his eyes seemed to be drained dry, so astringent and painful.

At this time, Feng Wenxuan's cell phone in his pocket rang.

Fu Lang picked up the phone dully, saw the word "Potato" clearly on the caller ID, felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

His mind went blank, and he instinctively picked up the phone.

But the moment he heard Yang Yue's voice, he suddenly woke up again.

"Mosquito coil! How did you do in the morning exam? I heard from Lang Zi, don't let people repeat a grade!"

"Potato...it's me."

"Eh? Langzi? Eh? I'm not mistaken? Why is it you? Where's the mosquito coil?"

Fu Lang took a few deep breaths, managed to control his tone, and said calmly: "Just after the exam, he went to the bathroom..."

"Okay, but what's wrong with your voice? Have a cold?"

"I'm fine, you train well and concentrate on the game today."

"Okay! I'm about to go to the competition venue, but the mosquito coil hasn't told me to cheer up. Although he said it last night, it was yesterday's portion, and today's portion is not yet..."

Fu Lang's tears welled up silently, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the urge to cry, and said, "I'll speak for him, come on, potato."

Yang Yu asked strangely: "What's the matter with you? Choking on food? Oh no, the coach is here to arrest you, I have to slip..."

Yang Yu hung up the phone in a hurry, while Fu Lang heaved a sigh of relief, tears also rolled down his eyes.

The police asked Fu Lang to record a statement.Because it was related to drugs, Feng Wenxuan's mobile phone and all his belongings were confiscated by the police for investigation and evidence collection.

In the afternoon, the head teacher finally got in touch with Feng Wenxuan's mother.

Fu Lang sat quietly at the door of the morgue, and the woman's heart-wrenching cry tore his heart into pieces again.

Feng Wenxuan's mother, Fu Lang is no stranger.When Feng Wenxuan was in elementary school, she was still a full-time housewife, and Fu Lang often met her when he went to Feng Wenxuan's house to play.

But the woman who had beckoned him to stay for dinner with a kind smile at that time lost her mind at this moment, clutching his hand tightly, her nails digging deep into his arm, and crying hysterically:

"Xuanxuan...how could he be like this...he is still a child! Son, my poor son..."

The homeroom teacher tried to stop the collapsed mother, but it made her even more agitated. She clung to Fu Lang, and the deep nails left many bloody marks on his arms.

"Ms. Li, calm down. The doctor said that Xiao Feng's death is suspected to be caused by acute drug poisoning. This matter has nothing to do with Xiao Fu. Let him go first."

When Li He heard the word "drugs", he turned his head quickly, his bloodshot eyes were full of despair and confusion, and suddenly he rushed to the head teacher and grabbed his collar viciously.

"Drugs? Don't talk nonsense! He's a good boy, he can't take drugs! He won't! He won't..."

The final autopsy results showed that Feng Wenxuan had multiple drug components in his body, and the cause of death was respiratory failure caused by an overdose of ketamine.

With conclusive evidence, the police acted immediately, took control of the bar owner, and smashed a drug cartel based on his confession.

Fu Lang returned home exhausted.

The lights at home were soft yellowish, and his mother Wu Yue had already prepared meals, and the familiar aroma of the meals completely relaxed his tired nerves.

Wu Yue was putting the dishes on the dining table, when he heard him enter the door, without turning his head, he said:

"Are you back? It's still so late today? After the exam, did the teachers give you some advice? How did you do today?"

A series of questions did not bring about an answer from Fu Lang, Wu Yue turned around suspiciously, was startled, and said:

"Alang? What's wrong with your hands? Why are your clothes so dirty?"

Wu Yue's concern made Fu Lang's nose sour.

If Feng Wenxuan's mother cared about him so much, perhaps such a thing would not have happened.

"Son? Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"Mom..." Fu Lang spoke with difficulty, but found that his voice was too hoarse, "Wenxuan... is dead..."

For the first time, Fu Lang felt that the word "death" was so heavy.

Once he thought he was far away from it.

But now it is suddenly connected with his good brother.

Fu Lang couldn't restrain himself anymore, and burst into tears in front of his mother.

Wu Yue hadn't seen Fu Lang crying for many years.

It took her a few seconds to digest Fu Lang's words, stretched out her hands, and hugged her son who had grown so tall without knowing it.

"It's a pity, Wenxuan is a good boy. Don't cry, he definitely doesn't want to see you so sad."

The warm hug from the most trusted person easily destroyed the defense of the 17-year-old boy.

"It's all my fault...if I hadn't let him go home by himself...if I had cared more about him, he wouldn't have been like this..."

"At that time...he was very scared and in pain...he must have hoped that I could save him..."

"But I, can't, can't do anything..." Fu Lang sobbed, hugging his mother tightly, "I can only, like this, hold him..."

"I know...he left before the ambulance arrived..."

"He's so cold...Mom...he's so cold..."