exoTheUnfairClub

Song Ping seemed to have heard some joke, raised his head and made two hissing sounds, but was soon choked by the blood left by the mouth sore.

He leaned forward and vomited blood on the carpet: "Cough...it's too late, Zhong Da."

He didn't know where he grabbed a syringe filled with liquid, Jin Zhongda frowned and watched Song Ping play with it, for fear that he would scratch himself: "Song Ping, put it down."

"Do you know? I used to trust you so much, I believed in you," Song Ping turned around and looked into Jin Zhong's big eyes: "But what about you? What did you do to me?"

"I..." Jin Zhongda knelt down next to him, opened his mouth, and just said sorry.

Song Ping shook the needle in his hand, and blew out the almost burnt candle: "Zhong Da, you shouldn't have provoked me, because you are good at playing, but I have only my life to accompany you to lose."

Perhaps it was because of the despair in Song Ping's eyes, Jin Zhongda couldn't say anything at this time, he could only say sorry over and over again, trying to make Song Ping throw away the needle.

Song Ping held Jin Zhongda's finger tightly with his right hand, kissed it lightly, and then wiped off the blood on his knuckles with his thumb: "Zhong Da, goodbye, I wish you a happy death."

He quickly grasped the needle tube with his left hand and slashed his own carotid artery.

"Song Ping!" Jin Zhong rushed over to stop Song Ping's movements, but couldn't catch up with him, and could only watch the transparent liquid being injected into Song Ping's body.

With empty eyes, he fell into Jin Zhong's arms, motionless.

"Song Ping..."

The pair of clear eyes that were originally filled with water mist could no longer focus, and Jin Zhong slapped his cheek to wake him up.

Suddenly Song Ping sat up, gasping for breath, the air rubbing against his vocal cords and roaring like a beast.

His right hand holding Jin Zhong's big finger gradually let go, and his whole body convulsed.

"Song Ping, Song Ping!" Jin Zhongda was at a loss and could only hug him tightly: "Song Ping, Song Ping..."

His toes were curled up, buckling the long-haired carpet, his legs kicked weakly, and his hands trembled slightly.

Jin Zhong kept calling Song Ping's name and patting his cheek, but he couldn't wake up this person again.

I don't know how long it took, the body in his arms stopped, and Jin Zhongda seemed to catch Hope and held Song Ping's face with both hands: "Song Ping?!"

The original hot temperature, the original fresh life, there is no power to recover.

He just died in Jin Zhong's arms.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Jin Zhong da collapsed on the ground, crawling towards him inch by inch.

"Save him... please, save him..."

Song Ping lay lifeless on the floor, his fingers had turned gray, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Yixing squatted down and used all his strength to support Jin Zhongda, let him lean on his body, looked up to see Park Chanyeol stretched out his hand under Song Ping's nose, and then touched his neck.

"he died."

Zhang Yixing's hand holding Jin Zhongda froze, and he slid down against the wall together with Jin Zhongda.

Park Chanyeol knelt down and held Zhang Yixing in his arms, covering his eyes with warm palms: "Don't look, don't think about it."

It seems that the temperature on the other party's body is the salvation of vitality, Zhang Yixing is like a dying fish, dragging Park Chanyeol's arm in a daze and refuses to let go: "Chanyeol, he really..."

"I can't feel his pulse," Park Chanyeol replied honestly, and hugged Zhang Yixing tighter: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jin Zhong buried his face in his hands, and seemed to be muttering something. When Park Chanyeol got closer, he heard him say: "I'm sorry, Song Ping."

"Admiralty, what do you look like?" Park Chanyeol comforted Zhang Yixing, then he pulled up Jinzhong and slapped him hard on the face: "SPD* is coming soon, quickly restore me It's normal! Don't pay Zhang Yixing and me here because of Song Ping."

After hearing this, Jin Zhong raised his head abruptly, his eyes were red, but he quickly calmed down: "I...I see."

Park Chanyeol heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and grabbed Zhang Yixing's hand in his own: "It's okay, it will pass soon, I won't let you suffer any harm."

"But, last night..." Zhang Yixing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Park Chanyeol.

"No last night, you were with me last night, and I never met Song Ping." Park Chanyeol said the last sentence in a low voice, even Jin Zhong who was standing next to them couldn't hear clearly.

Zhang Yixing nodded, his face still pale and at a loss.

Park Chanyeol saw Song Ping's cell phone thrown beside the floor lamp, and wanted to take it away and delete the contents inside, but he could only give up because of Jin Zhongda.

There were eager footsteps in the corridor, and several people rushed in from the door.

The silhouette of the figure was reflected on the glass of the low table, shining brightly together with the silver iron spoon and tinfoil.

*SPD: Police Department of City S

CH30

This is the first time he has been to this kind of place. Even if he has committed crimes in N City before, he has only been to the teacher's office and the confinement room.

The walls were so bright and white that it hurt his eyes.

The police officer opposite asked: "Mr. Park, please describe why you are in the hotel."

"I was at my apartment with Zhang Yixing earlier, and then I received a call from Admiralty University, and we went to the hotel together."

"What did you see when you got to the hotel?"

"Seeing Song Ping lying on the ground, Jin Zhongda was frightened."

"Have you ever touched Song Ping's body?"

Park Chanyeol frowned at the word "corpse", and still replied calmly: "Yes, I went to confirm whether he was dead, first probed his breath at the tip of his nose, and then touched his neck. "

"The last question, what is your relationship with Song Ping?"

"Someone I know," Park Chanyeol looked into the police officer's eyes, and replied calmly, "S University—the university I'm studying at has many people like Song Ping. I've met him twice, so we can only count him as an acquaintance."

The police officer nodded, and Park Chanyeol's lawyer next to him said something to the police officer, but these were not Park Chanyeol's concerns. He sat on the chair in the inquiry room, half-closed his eyes, and was even more worried about Zhang Yixing.

"Mr. Zhang, please describe why you are in the hotel."

"I... Park Chanyeol and I were together before... then Zhong Da called me..." Zhang Yixing was still a little flustered.

"What did you see when you got to the hotel?"

"Seeing Song Ping, he...he fell to the ground." Zhang Yixing couldn't continue, curled up on the chair, and buried his face in his hands.

The lawyer saw that his state was not right, and signaled the police officer to ask questions later.

The hour hand climbed two squares, Zhang Yixing moved his lips, and then completed the interrupted question: "He... Song Ping fell on the ground, motionless, I went to help Jin Zhongda first."

"Have you ever touched Song Ping's body?"

Zhang Yixing flinched, and seemed to become anxious again when he heard the word "corpse". Song Ping's gray fingers and bleeding lips appeared in his mind.

That appearance was very different from the Song Ping he first saw in the sunshine of August, when Song Ping was timid but full of vitality.

But now Song Ping...or Song Ping's body made Zhang Yixing feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

"No... I haven't touched him." He finally chose to swallow the word "corpse" and chose to leave Song Ping with the last bit of respect.

"The last question, what is your relationship with Song Ping?"

"We... can be considered friends... We knew Song Ping when he first entered school, and we would hang out together occasionally."

After asking the last question, the police officer and the lawyer went to talk in the corridor. Zhang Yixing stared at the paper cup in his hand, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

"Song Ping...I'm sorry, forgive me..."

It wasn't until Park Chanyeol helped him up from the seat that he came back to his senses: "Chanyeol."

"I'm here, it's okay."

"Mr. Park, excuse me?" Zhang Yixing's lawyer stopped him.

"Well, Yixing, wait for me." Park Chanyeol pulled Zhang Yixing to the gate of the police station, and walked a dozen steps away with the lawyer.

The lawyer pushed his glasses: "Mr. Park, I have contacted Mrs. Zhang about this matter, and Mrs. Zhang warned you not to do anything inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?" Park Chanyeol had a contemptuous expression on his face: "I don't want anything to happen to him more than anyone else, don't use Zhang's tricks on me."

The lawyer bowed his head to show his obedience, and Park Chanyeol said again: "I will pay attention to other issues, and I will tell you the whole process of the matter later."

"Yes……"

"Also," Park Chanyeol interrupted him: "There are some things that you don't have to tell over there, I can give you what they give you, I just hope you can abide by your responsibilities and let Yixing be innocent."

The lawyer looked at Park Chanyeol in a daze, and nodded solemnly: "I understand, Mr. Park."

He watched as Park Canyeol drove Zhang Yixing away. He had known Park Canyeol since Zhang Yixing arrived in N City, and it was obvious that the other party was no longer the ignorant brat he used to be.

Lawyer Wu was a little relieved, thinking back and forth about Park Chanyeol's words "some things don't have to be told over there", thinking of Zhang's recent attitude, he knew it clearly.

"Mr. Jin Zhongda, please describe why you are in the hotel."

He had calmed down a long time ago, but his expression was not so good: "I received a text message from Song Ping in the evening, and he told me to come over."

"What did you see when you got to the hotel?"

"Song Ping's condition is not very good, we said a few words, he was very emotional. I didn't notice it at first