Antibiotics: one in a trillion brothers

The serial murder case in Dongning District has progressed. According to the latest clues obtained, the police believe that Wang Zhao, the small owner of Anle Grocery Store on Geyu Road, is suspected of committing the crime.

It was Yang Yi who took him to the police station himself. It was ninety o'clock in the morning, and the sky was as gray as thick ink melting into water. It was said that a typhoon would come later today, and the air was full of moisture.

Wang Zhao limped out of the store. Lei Ting and Yang Yi were waiting for him by the car. He waved to them, "Hello, Uncle Policeman."

Lei Ting waved his hand and said hello: "I'm sorry, but I need to trouble you to go back with us to cooperate with the investigation."

His attitude and tone are relatively polite, after all, he is just suspicious, and his horoscope has not yet been written off, so there is no need to raise eyebrows or raise eyebrows.Besides, Wang Zhao was very cooperative. As soon as he heard that he was going to be summoned, he immediately closed the shop and went out without saying a word.

"It's alright, no trouble."

Wang Zhao dragged his legs and approached slowly. Yang took a look at his lame leg and opened the door for him. When he lowered his gaze, he casually asked, "Does your leg still hurt?"

"Well, it's always been like this, and it's a crime when it rains." Wang Zhao replied, not taking it seriously, and got into the back seat of the car shortly.

Lei Ting interrupted and asked, "Rheumatism?"

Wang Zhao replied to him in the driver's seat: "It's sort of."

"You are so young, how come you have rheumatism?"

Wang Zhao had a half-smile, pursed his lips and did not answer.

In the winter of the first year of junior high school, Wang Zhao was fattened and beaten by a group of gangsters outside the school. Unlike Wang Yi, the gangsters knew how to measure and where to strike without hurting bones. That time, Wang Zhao had a broken leg. He was then left in the snow for several hours and was found unconscious.After he recovered, he fell to the root of the disease, and he suffered from unbearable pain when it was rainy.Many nights, Wang Yi could hear the sound of gasping for pain from the lower bunk in the middle of the night, accompanied by the shaking caused by tossing and turning. Wang Zhao never cried out in pain, but whenever he limped Walking in the rain with an umbrella, Wang Yi saw sweat dripping from his forehead several times.

At this time, the colleagues in the special case team knew about the relationship between Yang Yi and Wang Zhao, and it was Yang Yi who confessed on his own initiative, but everyone was not worried because of this. On the one hand, Yang Yi said that the two were actually emotionally indifferent, and had not been in touch for ten years; On the other hand, everyone also believed that if even Yang Yi could not act impartially, there would be no other person in the world who could.

As the car was speeding on the elevated road, Wang Zhao put one side of his long hair behind his ear, tilted his head to stare at the dense clouds outside the window, and rested his other hand on his knee, pressing his fingers lightly and rubbing them lightly and sometimes heavily.

This movement indicated that he was in severe pain, and Yang Yi beside him couldn't help but focus on his hands rubbing his knees. At a certain moment, Wang Zhaoyi turned around and saw him watching, and asked slowly: "What are you looking at?" ?”

Yang Yi looked away: "Nothing."

When they arrived at the police station, Lei Ting got out of the car first. Taking advantage of the short time when there were only two people in the car, Wang Zhao turned around and said with a sly smile, "I said I was doing research, and you suspected me? I You take it seriously no matter what you say."

"I haven't told them about this." Yang said without changing his expression, opened the door and got out of the car, "Get down."

Near the place where the three victims were killed, the same batch of Wahaha mineral water bottles were found by coincidence. The water left in the bottles was mixed with sleeping pills, and the fingerprints of the victims and Wang Zhao were all on the bottles without exception.

When Wang Zhao was 19 years old, his fingerprints were taken by the police for arranging a crowd to fight, so this time he was identified after comparison. Yang Yi was surprised by this. Wang Zhao gathered a crowd to fight?How could he have the ability to gather crowds to fight? It is probably because others gathered crowds to beat him up.

"Maybe they have all come to buy water from me. There are so many people who come here to buy water, and every bottle has my fingerprints." Faced with the questioning, Wang Zhao sat on a chair out of shape, tilted his neck, Said in no hurry.

"They buy water by themselves, and then put medicine in it to make them faint?" Wei Hailin sat opposite him with a serious expression, and tapped his fingertips on the table. Did you come here to buy water before?”

"Then I don't know, I have to leave it to you to explain." Wang Zhao pouted, "I'm afraid this little evidence is not enough to prove that I have something to do with this case, Uncle Policeman."

Wei Hailin suddenly felt provoked, his face was not very good-looking, and said: "You have been reported by someone for privately producing poisonous and harmful chemicals."

"It's just high-purity nicotine. Anyone who buys a few packs of cigarettes can extract it at home, and the country is allowed to sell cigarettes. It's nothing." Wang Zhao pretended to be strange and fiddled with his long hair. "Uncle policeman, Isn’t it □ this time? What does it have to do with nicotine?”

"What did you extract nicotine for?"

Wang Zhao rolled up a strand of hair with his thin fingers, and smiled at Wei Hailin with caring eyes: "It's fun."

A blue vein suddenly bulged out of Wei Hailin's forehead, and Yang Yi, who was watching the surveillance screen outside, couldn't help but be speechless. This guy's ability to pick people up and get angry has not regressed at all, except that his smile is still not flat. Over the past ten years, his tongue has also become quite sharp .

"It is reported that your father passed away a few years ago, and the cause of death was XXX."

Wang Zhao nodded without hesitation: "He had advanced pancreatic cancer and couldn't take it anymore, so he gave himself an injection and died."

"Oh? How did a terminal cancer patient get this rare drug?"

"I don't know, Uncle Policeman, what do you mean?" Wang Zhao saw through Wei Hailin's thoughts, and said with a smile, "Isn't this matter already settled at that time? It was also a group of policemen who tried their best to convict me, but they just found me. If there is no evidence to prove that the old man was killed by me, don’t bring it up if there is no evidence. Even if I say that I killed the man now, only the confession will not help. Heh, then again, that incident has nothing to do with the current one , you care about that, is it useful?"

A group of helpless indifference, so angry that Wei Hailin slammed the door and smoked three cigarettes in a row. Yang Yi could feel the team leader's depression from three meters away, and went in with a dark face and continued to ask: "June NO. 30 In the afternoon, in the evening of July 15rd, in the morning of July [-]th, where and what were you doing in these three days? Do you remember?"

"June No. 30 in the No. [-] Hospital for appetizers, July [-]rd to Guilin Rice Noodles on Fulin Road for dinner, July [-]th to Guangmao Cigarette Factory to buy." Wang Zhao replied without thinking.

Wei Hailin obviously didn't expect him to answer so fluently, so he was stunned for a while: "You remember so clearly?"

"Well, I have a good memory." Wang Zhao bowed his head and played with his hair. "You can ask someone, adjust the surveillance, and you can get my alibi right away."

Wei Hailin was frustrated, and said with a sullen face: "Don't worry, we will. Heh, if you ask if you have seen the three victims, you will say that you don't remember them all. When you ask about your alibi, the answer is fluent."

Wang Zhaopi smiled, and replied leisurely, "I am face blind."

……

Wang Zhao was eating lunch inside, while Lei Ting quietly said to Yang Yi outside: "My dear, your brother is really..."

"I don't know what's good." Yang Yi finished speaking for him, and walked towards Captain Wei who was still sulking in the corner, "Boss, don't be angry, he's just like this."

Wei Hailin waved his hand at him without moving his head: "Okay, I understand, let him go back first."

When he walked out of the gate of the police station, it was already dark, with heavy wind and rain, and the typhoon struck every glass window. Wang Zhao limped and stood in front of the rain curtain to watch for a while, when suddenly he heard someone calling from behind. :"Hello."

Looking back, he saw Yang Yi walking over with his trouser pockets in his pocket. He was tall. Wang Zhao raised his head to look at him and sighed quietly: "Oh, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today."

Standing half a meter away from him, Yang Yi casually glanced at the door, then retracted it. He lowered his head to take out the cigarette case, and said in a low voice, "Come."

With a cigarette in his mouth, he turned around and quickly strode towards the elevator entrance, without any explanation, blinking and leaving him behind.

Wang Zhao didn't change his smile, and limped along without asking why.Yang Yi didn't look back, let alone slow down to wait for him, the two walked one after the other, and when Wang Zhao finally moved to the elevator entrance, Yang Yi leaned against the wall and finished smoking half a cigarette.

The elevator leads to the underground garage, and the two stand on each side, the numbers on the panel are jumping, and the cables are stirring the shaft to make a rattling sound, and immediately there is a sense of weightlessness under their feet.

"Did you kill the person?" Yang Yi asked in the confined space of only two people.

"No."

The answer was straightforward, without the slightest hesitation.

"—Would you believe me if I said so?"

Holding a cigarette in one hand, Yang squinted to see the number jump from "1" to "B1": "Letter."

The number jumps, B2, and the moment the elevator decelerates, there is a sense of oppressive overweight under the feet.

Wang Zhaowen turned half of his face away, his long hair covered most of his expression, only the corner of his mouth under the tip of his nose was curled up, and he still had that innocuous smile: "If I really killed someone, would you Will you arrest me and subdue me?"

Yang glanced at him, tilted his head, and said nothing.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator stopped, the door opened, and Yang stepped out with great strides.

"Stay at my place today", drop a commanding phrase in his style, as unquestionable as his past sayings "come down", "come home early" and "sleep me" authority.He was never worried that Wang Zhao would disobey him, and he was still the same at this moment, so he walked straight to a white car without looking back, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Wang Zhao limped and followed slowly.

"The official car?" Wang Zhao slowly put on his seat belt and asked.

"Ah."

Wang Zhao didn't say a word, Yang Yi knew what he was thinking, "You are not afraid that your colleagues will know that you will also be unruly" - he must be thinking this way, not "So you will also be unruly".

They have never had a serious heart-to-heart talk since they were young, and the sum of what they have said to each other may not be as good as that between Yang Yi and a certain ordinary friend.But even so, they still formed a strange tacit understanding with each other, they could understand each other, but they never revealed it.

The road conditions were bad during the typhoon, and the car drove along the road cautiously. The heavy rain poured down, and the roof of the car was crackled by pillars of rain, like a scream.

Looking at the lights of the street lamps split by the rain curtain, a tree of big-leaved banyan trees fluttered in the strong wind, the darkness was boundless, and the interior of the car in the storm seemed to be a different world isolated from the world. Knee, he tilted his head, his eyes passed through the vast rain and fog.His hair was pitch black and his clothes were snow white. For a moment of trance, he revealed a kind of tranquility that didn't suit him.

Yang Yi couldn't restrain his desire to peek at him, his thoughts were chaotic with the heavy rain, why didn't he ask me if I loved him today.

The next moment he woke up with a start, thinking about something.

The bottom of his heart began to be agitated again, more painful than painful, sharper than itching, Yang Yi gritted his teeth, and slapped the horn with a bad expression, inexplicably.Wang Zhaosui looked back at him, and then turned back quickly.

The sound of the wind whistling was like a woman gasping for breath.

For some reason, Yang Yi always felt that this situation and this scene seemed familiar, so he searched his memory for a state of mind similar to this moment, and quickly recalled that night.It was also like that at that time, the two of them stayed very close to each other in the gust of wind and rain.

That year, when they were still in junior high school, it seemed that at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, their parents were fighting a cold war and getting divorced.One day there was a typhoon and heavy rain like this. Wang Yi fell asleep on the table after school, and when he woke up, he found that he was trapped in the school.

At that time, there were no mobile phones, the ground floor of the teaching building was locked, and the windows were all equipped with anti-theft fences. It was impossible to get out and contact the outside world.He sat on the stairs on the ground floor, bowing his head and praying that his parents would not work overtime tonight, so they could find out his disappearance earlier and come to the school.

As for Wang Zhao, they never communicated with each other's whereabouts, and neither of them would ask the reason why the other was late, let alone come to find him.

The whole teaching building was dark, and he sat alone on the cold concrete steps, suffering from hunger and cold.

That scene may be regarded as a kind of horror, the surroundings were pitch black, lightning flashed and thundered outside the window, and the draft from all directions slammed on the glass of the doors and windows. He didn't feel much, and a large part of his emotions has always been missing, including the cognition of "fear".He is not afraid, but he feels alone, the cold and hunger wear down his body and will.

He folded his knees and stared intently at a window facing the shadow of a tree in order to distract attention, imagining that the constantly shaking shadow was a flock of white pigeons flying in the hail of bullets in John Woo's movie, and the dense rain was dripping blood , Looking at it, I was fascinated.

I just watched it for a while, and suddenly something strange appeared in the harmonious picture. A black shadow flashed into the white pigeon and the blood, moved, zoomed in, and got close to the anti-theft fence.

Wang Yi stared at that place, only to see the black shadow reaching out with both hands, over the fence, grabbing the sliding glass window and pushing it aside.

With a "shua", the window was pushed open a wide gap, the sound of wind and rain poured in instantly, and a stinging water vapor rose from the tide.

Two or three meters away, Wang Yi raised his head and stared at Wang Zhao, who was wearing a yellow raincoat in the night and was trying to climb the window. stagnate, staring back at him.

Yi Wang:"……"

The scene was suddenly a little subtle, and the hatchback was speechless.

Wang Zhao was dripping wet, and the oversized hood of an adult raincoat almost covered his eyes. The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and Wang Zhao took the initiative to break the deadlock: "I brought your raincoat, but I didn't just now. Carefully let go, it was blown away by the wind, and I couldn't pick it up."

The anti-theft fence of that window had long been corroded to be as fragile as paper, and the dark red rust had almost eaten away the iron bars. Wang Zhao, who was familiar with every corner of the school, broke off the two vertical bars of the fence on both sides of the fence. The iron bar broke at the sound, and he straddled one leg on the window frame, unbuttoned the front with one hand, shook off the raincoat, and without the half-smile expression on his face, he said to Wang Yi: "I won't go in, you Climb out."

Wang Zhao was vandalizing public property again, but this time Wang Yi didn't want to punch him at all, and an extremely strange feeling surged in his body. At that time, Wang Zhao was up and he was down. He felt a faint light behind Wang Zhao who was climbing on the window.

When he jumped out of the window, his face was covered by the shower, but the next second the yellow raincoat covered his whole body. Wang Zhao stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and shook the raincoat to circle him into the shelter, "Let's go." He bowed his head. He lifted his back and said while wearing his raincoat.

The big raincoat barely accommodated the two teenagers, so in the rainy night, a fuzzy yellow mass moved crookedly towards the back gate of the school.

I don't know what time it is at this time, the bad weather wiped out all signs of time, the visibility ahead is less than five meters, and the wind is also roaring in the rainy night.The rapid breathing of the two was gathered under the cover of the raincoat, and it was still clearly audible in the heavy rain and wind. Except for beating and being beaten, they rarely got so close, with their two sticky arms stuck together, raised above their heads The hands holding the raincoat touched each other from time to time, and Wang Yi knew for the first time that Wang Zhao's hands were so cold.

The wind and rain poured in from the front, and the two of them bowed their backs at the same time. Although their eyes didn't meet and they didn't exchange a word, they turned their direction in unison tacitly, turning an angle to avoid the oncoming wind.

The road in the urban-rural fringe is extremely muddy, with one foot deep and the other shallow. It is very sticky, and every step is like pulling a carrot.Before he had gone far, mud spots were splashed all over the four school uniform trouser legs. The thick, sticky and cold texture wrapped around the calves, and when they rubbed against each other, goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Wang took a big stride forward and rushed forward. The pace was very fast. Wang Zhao was able to keep up at first, but soon slowed down. He seemed to be unable to support himself. Limping, struggling to keep up with Wang Yi's pace.

Wang Yi knew that his leg was hurting again, but he didn't ask. He looked ahead and slowed down.

Under the raincoat, Wang Zhao gasped more and more frequently. Running back and forth in the rain caused a thin layer of sweat to ooze from his forehead. Wang Yi didn't know how much it was because of tiredness and how much it was because of pain.

Halfway through the walk, Wang Zhao's complexion was pale, and small tremors came from the arms that were stuck together.Taking advantage of the darkness, Wang Yi sneaked a few glances, but remained silent.

A gust of wind blew in the air, causing the two of them to stagger. Wang Zhao's thin figure couldn't help but swayed towards Wang. With a quick glance, Wang put a hand on his shoulder and quickly stabilized his body. Wang Zhao was obviously stiff. She froze, turned to look at him, but Wang Yi didn't look at him, his hands moved down, and went around his back to support him from under the creaking nest.

"Hook my neck." He looked at the vast rain in front of him, and ordered lightly.

The sound reverberated in the cramped small space, the sound was obviously not loud, but it temporarily overwhelmed everything roaring outside.

Wang Zhao stretched out his hand and hooked Wang Yi's neck upwards, his arm was cold, Wang Yi supported him and walked forward, almost lifted him into the air, and quickened his pace without saying a word.

It was windy and rainy, and the two of them pressed close together, and Wang Zhao's gasping sound disappeared, replaced by his warm breathing when he leaned against his ear.

It was a unique experience in this life, and Wang Yi still couldn't find the right words to describe that weird feeling.

When they got home, their parents hadn't come back yet, so the two who were separated cleaned up separately.

"one."

Wang Yi was taking off his half-wet outer pants with his back on his back, when he suddenly heard Wang Zhao calling him.

Of course Wang Yi knew what he was going to say next, but the expected anger and disgust skipped work and refused to come.

"do you love me?"

That was the only time in his life that he didn't respond with a "dead pervert". Even when he turned his head to meet his pale face, his mind moved, and he had the urge to answer.Although the impulse was fleeting and the answer would not be formed in the future, but like a rut running over the mud after the rain, the ruts of a flash of thought made him unforgettable.

"One year there was a typhoon in my hometown," recalled like a river with a long history. Suddenly, Yang Yi, who was driving, heard Wang Zhaoyou in the passenger seat say, and he talked about the same thing with a tacit understanding.Yang Yi shook violently as if being shocked, and heard Wang Zhao say, "It's really similar to now."

Yes ah, really like ah.The wind is also like the rain.

They are brothers, there is a chance of one in a trillion, why the two of them came to this world together, probably because they are destined to share something in different bodies, Like a thin but tenacious dark thread tying the two destinies, the two world-weary souls have a companion far away.

That night became a past event that the two of them tacitly kept silent. The upper and lower bunks on the night of the typhoon were the same as usual, shaking from time to time as Wang Zhao flipped and turned.In the early morning he heard the sound of Wang Zhaoxi getting up and getting dressed, and the door was opened and then gently closed again.

So that night I flipped through the film, and then took photos on it. Both of them acted as if they had forgotten the howling wind and rain, the embarrassment under the raincoat, and the momentary warmth.

After that half year, they broke up and had no contact for ten years.Once we get together again after years, I remember what I have not forgotten, and I also remember what I have forgotten.

Wang Zhao took a shower in the bathroom, and Yang Yi beat the sandbags hard in the middle of the small one-bedroom.The restlessness in his heart intensified, and he suddenly regretted taking him into his home.The memories with him and the reality of being with him now add fuel to the fire every moment, and the fire burns in the heart.

The fist slammed down on the sandbag, the burning pain spread, and the wound that had scabbed not long ago began to bleed again.

Yang Yi gritted his teeth, and punched again viciously, the joints on the back of his hand ached.

Let it go.

The more I don't want to, the more I think about it, the more I want not to mind, the more I can't not mind, why doesn't he ask me today if I love him or not.

His eye sockets are very hot, Yang Yi is sure that his eyes are red at this time, reason and instinct are at war between heaven and man, he wants to take a good cold shower for a while.

Wang Zhao came out of the bathroom, covered in warm moisture, looked at the situation in the room, and sat down on the sofa opposite the bed without making a sound.

Yang Yi felt his gaze following him, lingering on the fist, the sandbag and his hideous face, but he didn't stop immediately, and hit the sandbag twice more in front of him.

The body bag-like sandbag swayed and creaked, as if the person inside was struggling for death.

Wang Zhao's gaze seemed to pierce through his flesh, bones, and spirit. He suddenly felt shame and shame, turned his face away, and was about to go to the bathroom as soon as he turned around.

"One," Wang Zhao called him, Yang Yi's footsteps were taken aback, his heart burst open, and a pair of invisible huge black wings suddenly emerged from his heart, piercing the skin on his back and spreading them out in the air.

In the silence, he turned his head very slowly, ecstasy seized him, and the moment they looked at each other, apart from the familiar morbid frenzy, Wang Zhao's smiling eyes hid a clear forgiveness, like It's saying "I get it".

He took some time off, raised the corners of his mouth into a smile, and said softly, "Do you love me or not?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yi rushed to him, and before he could speak, he grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

"Death, change, perversion." He gritted his teeth and cursed viciously.

"Yeah." Wang Zhao looked at him and said, "Go ahead."

Yang Yi's pupils shrank instantly, and the lock of the cage was unlocked, as if someone was saying: Fly.

He raised his fist, clenched it tightly in mid-air, but refused to let it fall, as if blocked by an invisible force, trembling desperately.

Wang Zhao looked up at him, stretched out a hand, and touched his cheek with warm fingertips, Yang Yi felt that the world was collapsing in the beating of his heart.

"It's okay," Wang Zhao's voice was very soft, like a mosquito, like a breeze, he said, "One, you fight, I love you."

There was no more hesitation, but halfway down the fist turned into a slap, slapping Wang Zhao down on the sofa, his long wet hair messed up, and his head tilted to one side.

While he was still staring at the stars, Yang Yi straddled him and pressed him firmly.

"Fuck, what are you kidding, is it interesting?" Yang Yi grabbed Wang Zhao's neckline with blood rushing, leaning over to question with red eyes.

I saw Wang Zhao with his eyes closed, his body heaving and falling due to breathing, and the oversized T-shirt collar was deformed by brute force, revealing a small piece of pale chest.

He took a breath, opened his eyes, and said, "I'm not joking."

There was a strange tenderness in his smile, and he looked up at Yang Yi who was close at hand: "In my life, I can't love anything, although I have always heard that people should love their parents, the motherland, life, and so many There are many other people and things, but I have never really experienced the feeling of loving those things, I only love you, they say it is sick, then it is sick, anyway, I only love you."

It is a common feature of any community to have the same party and fight against differences. A "norm" is set according to the standard of the majority, and those who deviate from it are collectively called "sickness" and need to accept loving advice and corrective treatment in good faith.Wang Zhao is sick, and Yang Yi is also sick.

Under the neckline of the white shirt, mottled old scars criss-cross the pale skin like a canvas like splashes of ink, fading ambiguously like the old days, and there is only one tattoo in it that is suddenly bright, with only one stroke, it says a small one " 1".

The small characters jumped into his eyes unexpectedly, and Yang Yi felt dizzy from Wang Zhao's slap in the opposite direction.He stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly his whole body was discouraged.

As soon as he turned over, he walked away with a dull head. Wang Zhao was still lying where he was, and he closed his eyes while sighing. Yang raised his hand and threw him a blanket. Wang Zhao slowly wrapped it around his body and curled up into a ball. Chaoli, there was no movement after a while.

With cold water rushing down his head, Yang Yi thought, what the hell is the love that everyone sings about as a priceless treasure?

He probably lacks some physiological parts in his brain. If he can't accept it, he can't produce "love". Compared with giving sincerity, he is really good at acting. Life is like a play. The whole hall applauded, and my heart became more and more confused.