Police Tom and Doctor Jerry

In the past few days, people from the criminal police brigade conducted a new round of investigation based on the clues provided by the city bureau.Li Xiaomei gets dizzy from staring at the computer every day. Occasionally, she stands up, stretches her arms and legs, and looks out of the office window.

"Hey, that black car didn't exist before!" She murmured inwardly.

This is the second time we've seen each other.

Jiang Nan came back from outside with Qin Ling, in the air-conditioning, with snowflakes on his shoulders, and saw Li Xiaomei stretching her neck and looking out the window.

"What are you looking at? So serious?"

"Captain, look at that black car! I don't remember that it was there before. This car has come here twice, and it stops there every time. Look, he is going to drive away now!"

Jiang Nan was wearing a police padded jacket, and he stretched his head out to take a look. It was a black Cherokee, without a license plate, and the windows were so dark that he couldn't see the people inside, which was a bit strange.

He folded his arms, pursed the corners of his mouth, seemed to be thinking, then turned to Qin Ling and said, "Keep an eye on this car recently."

"Xiaomei, you and the traffic control can adjust the monitoring of this car to see where this car has been."

"Okay! Captain."

Wang Heng had been sitting in the car for more than two hours before a familiar figure entered the gate and disappeared through the glass door of the office building.

He knew he should go, go back to where he was, where he should be.

In winter, the temperature outside is minus [-] degrees, and as soon as you breathe out, it freezes into white mist.

As the heater was turned on, the car windows were gradually covered with a layer of water vapor, making the scenery on both sides of the road blurred.

The cold wind is bleak, the dead trees have twisted branches, and the snow on the roadside is covered with smog particles, turning gray.The sun also got lazy, leaving only a few faint rays of light.

The sky was gloomy, just like his mood at the moment.

He drove directly to the airport. After four o'clock, the sun had already set. When he got out of the car, he saw a chill hit him. The cold wind was like the cold light of stars, blowing his face.He parked the car in the parking lot, then went upstairs to change the ticket and boarded the plane back to BJ City.

Jiang Nan made several phone calls, but the phone of the other party was turned off.He has been feeling restless lately. He feels that the relationship between him and Wang Heng has changed. He doesn't know when it has become a stranger, and he has become ignorant of the other party, and he has no idea what the other party is thinking.The previous video was changed to a call, and until recently there were almost no calls.

He quietly sat on the sofa with downcast eyes, stared blankly for a while, then took out another pack of cigarettes, went to the balcony and lit one.

He leaned against the window frame and stared at the gardenias blooming on the window sill. The flowers were still white and fragrant, and the leaves were still bright and green.

Jiangnan lightly exhaled a smoke ring, then dusted the ashtray in the ashtray on the window sill, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the sky outside the window.He looked down at his watch, it was ten o'clock.

He picked it up and put it down, tangled up like this several times, but couldn't help but picked up the phone again and pressed a familiar number. This time, he didn't turn off the phone. The phone rang several times before the long-lost voice came from the opposite side.

"Why did you turn off the phone just now?" His voice was hoarse because of smoking.

"Just now in the operating room. Smoking?"

Jiang Nan let out a long sigh, "Did you hear it?"

"Ah."

Jiang Nan lowered his head, looking lonely, not only distressed but also panicked, wanted to get angry but couldn't, "Wang Heng, I'm worried about you, do you know that?"

He raised his voice slightly, "Did you hear me? Wang Heng!"

"I'm listening, my voice is bad, please smoke less. It's late, go to bed early!" After speaking, the other party had already hung up the phone.

Jiang Nan listened to the blind voice on the phone in a daze, but still said to the phone: "Wang Heng, I miss you!"

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the wedding, and the police colleagues crowded into Jiangnan's house early in the morning, preparing to go out to meet the bride, and finally got in the car and set off in a bustling manner.Ma Haibo was driving the car, looking at Jiangnan in the passenger seat, "Captain, where is your classmate? Are you here?"

Jiang Nan was stunned when Ma Haibo mentioned Wang Heng, expressionless, "I didn't come!"

"What? Didn't come? Can't you! You are so nice! Are you kidding me?"

"He really didn't come, he followed me with a big red envelope! Do you know how big it is! 20, I think he's crazy."

Hearing this, Ma Haibo found it unbelievable that the relationship was so good, but he couldn't get married, and he tried his best to give red envelopes. After reasoning, there was no reasonable reason.He said casually, "He is giving a dowry!"

Jiang Nan had an unclear emotion in his eyes and did not answer.

Ma Haibo followed the car in front, stop and go, there were not too many cars in the morning, but the road is slippery in winter, there are many icy edges on the road, the road is not so easy to drive, one brake, the car will slide far away, the driver has to be careful .

After walking for more than half an hour, I still didn't drive very far.Ma Haibo looked back and forth, and suddenly he stared at the rearview mirror and stopped moving. "Captain, look at the Cherokee at the back. Is it the one in front of the office a few days ago? It seems to be following us?"

Jiang Nan turned his head and looked back, "How long have you been following? Take another two intersections to see!"

"Let's come out and follow."

Jiangnan recognized that it was a Cherokee near the parking unit, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his brain.

"Is Qinling behind us?"

"Yes, he and Zhou Chong are in the same car."

Ma Haibo drove for a while, but Cherokee followed in a leisurely manner. After following an intersection, he left directly.

"Are you still following?"

"Come on, I'll call Qin Ling."

"Did you see the person clearly when you drove past?"

"It's a little far away, the car window is too dark, the other party is wearing a baseball cap and a mask, so I can't see his face, only that he is quite thin."

"It's broken! Let's go pick up the bride first!"

On the way back from picking up his relatives, Jiang Nan received a call, "How is it!"

Qin Ling replied from the opposite side: "I almost caught up with him. The other party drove too fast, like crazy, and the road was slippery. It scared me to death. The car was going to the airport expressway, and the car was thrown in the parking lot of the airport. I got out of the car and looked, the new car Grand Cherokee 5.7 has a temporary plate on the front and needs to be downshifted with the traffic police.”

"Let's go back first."

Wang Heng drove the Cherokee and followed for a while, and felt that Jiangnan had spotted him. There were not many vehicles on the road in the morning, but the speed limit in the city was [-]. After leaving the city and getting on the airport expressway, the speed of the car picked up.

He stepped on the gas pedal hard, and it was impossible not to be nervous.He looked anxiously at the road ahead, his palms were sweating, and he took the time to look in the rearview mirror. The car behind him was pressing on, chasing after him.He was wearing a baseball cap, a black jacket, and a black mask. Anyway, the other party couldn't see his head and face clearly. In the end, he simply threw the car in the parking lot first, and let the person run away.

Wang Heng arrived in BJ City at two o'clock in the afternoon. He went home, changed a set of clothes, and went out again.On days like this, he was not in the mood to be stuck in the room, so he simply ran back to the campus.

In winter in BJ City, it is not as cold as City H, and there is no snow. There are only gray skies, smoggy air, moving vehicles, the bustling CBD business district and row upon row of high-rise buildings.

However, the campus is a different world, some are just traces of the classical years, red pillars and blue tiles, stone bridges and weeping willows.He prayed for a moment of peace of mind on campus.He walked alone along the stone path, listening quietly, as if he heard his own heart, and heard the whispers of the trees on the campus.These whispers, like a lazy breeze, are blowing on his heart, playing a gurgling music, and the music is full of sorrow and longing.The music seemed to drown him, more like strings strangling his throat, preventing him from breathing.

His emotions are like standing on a steep cliff, unable to advance, unable to retreat, let alone move, he has no choice between advancing and retreating.

He sat silently on the bench, looking at the tall tower across the lake from a distance, staring intently, motionless.After a long time, the eyes became sore, and the long eyelashes began to be foggy, and after a while, the corners of the mouth began to taste a little salty.He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, closed his eyes, and didn't feel the cold wind constantly blowing around him at all.In winter, the campus is extremely cold.Sitting alone on the bench by the lake, he looked even more lonely and alone.

When the cloud in the west put on his brown war robe, he had already raised his head, and the evening sun shone, casting a layer of light golden shimmer on his face.Worry slowly calmed down in his heart, just as dusk was about to disappear in this quiet campus.

In his world, there has always been nothing but shadows and memories.

The next day, after finishing his rounds in the ward, he became dazed in the office.Xiao Zhang called him several times, but he turned a deaf ear.Finally, Xiao Zhang patted his arm, and he suddenly raised his head, staring at his confused eyes and asking, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Zhang scratched his head and observed Wang Heng, "Brother Wang, I have called you several times! It's all right! Dean Han will come to check later."

"Oh!"

"Do you think Dean Han comes here a bit frequently?"

"Really? I didn't pay attention!"

Soon Han Chen came down from upstairs.

Wang Heng and the others took Han Chen to check around the floor, and finally returned to the office.Han Chen glanced secretly at Wang Heng, and finally left without saying anything in the elevator.

He finally got off work and walked out with a blank expression. Han Chen had already driven out the car and was waiting at the door. Seeing Wang Heng coming out, he honked the horn.

Wang Heng walked over, expressionless, "What's the matter?"

"Get in the car, don't drive, I'll take you back."

He thought about it, and he really couldn't drive in his own condition, and he almost ran into him when he came in the morning.So, he opened the door and got into the car.

Han Chen looked at the person coming, "Put on your seat belt, I'll take you to dinner first! What are you going to eat?"

"Anything! A quiet place will do."

"What's wrong? Can you tell me?"

"he has married."

Han Chen didn't make a sound, and he didn't have the slightest intention to gloat, because he also had such a past, and he was also in pain.There is no direction to come and go in the wilderness. Looking around is a cold night, only endless darkness without light.

Han Chen couldn't help but say, "Are you okay?"

"not good."

"Eat first, then take you home."

Han Chen brought Wang Heng to the private restaurant last time.He took the initiative to order food, and the food was served not long after.

The plates are beautiful, the dishes are exquisite, and no matter how you look at it, it is a good dinner.

Wang Heng looked downcast, and his face looked paler under the yellow light.

Han Chen opened his mouth first, "Eat!"

Wang Heng picked up the chopsticks, tasted it, and took a long time to swallow it.His throat was swollen and his mouth was bitter, and he couldn't taste anything at all.But Han Chen's kindness, he is very grateful.

"It tastes good! Thank you!"

Han Chen stared at Wang Heng, "Can you tell me about him? Actually, I just want to know, what kind of person can make you miss him so much?"

Wang Heng's hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Han Chen once thought that Wang Heng would refuse.Unexpectedly, Wang Heng has already started to tell, with memories in his eyes, as if the whole person is immersed in the past.

"The two parents are old acquaintances. We have known each other since high school."

Wang Heng talked to himself, not caring about Han Chen's reaction at all, as if he had finally found someone to confide in, expressing all his suppressed emotions for many years.

"Later something happened to my mother. He was worried about me and never left me. He followed me no matter what I did, like a plaster. If someone bullied me, he would fight with them. Sometimes my aunt was on a business trip, and he He also cooks for me. Although he cooks poorly, he cooks all the things I like to eat very well. We also went to BJ City for the college entrance examination together. He often visits me, and he comes almost whenever he is free I ate and played all over BJ City. I don’t have my birthday every year, and he can’t follow. But we always think about giving gifts to each other. When I’m unhappy, I always like to make me laugh.”

Wang Heng said while recalling, as if time went back to the past.Han Chen listened extremely carefully, not missing a single detail.

"I can't forget how good he was to me. I will never forget him for the rest of my life. My heart hurts when he leaves."

Wang Heng's voice was low and hoarse.The fingertips of the chopsticks turned white, and I could hardly hold them, so I simply put the chopsticks down.

Han Chen didn't know what to say, he had only experienced one relationship, and it wasn't too long, so he didn't realize this kind of bondage relationship that grew up with each other.

From Han Chen's point of view, he can't tell what kind of love this is, at least he won't be nice to someone for no reason.

After the two had finished eating, Han Chen sent Wang Heng downstairs in the community, "Is it possible? I'll take you upstairs!

Wang Heng hesitated for a moment, then agreed after thinking about it, "Well, I'll treat you to tea!"

Han Chen came to Wang Heng's house for the first time. The house was a large three-bedroom house with classical decoration, very neat and spotless. He sat on the sofa and watched Wang Heng make tea for him. Steaming.

He took a sip, the first taste was mellow, and after a while he felt a bit of sweetness in his mouth.

"Sit down and rest for a while! I'm going to practice calligraphy."

"Can I take a look?" Han Chen raised his head and asked.

Wang Heng nodded, got up and took him to the study.

There is a lot of space in the study room, the entire wall is covered with bookshelves, and the bookshelves are almost full, from professional medicine to literature and psychology, Han Chen read all the way.He felt that he had discovered the real treasure, which was Wang Heng's spiritual world, and what he had come into contact with was just the tip of the iceberg, a drop in the ocean.

Wang Heng didn't care what Han Chen was doing, and went straight to the table, spread out the rice paper, pressed down on the ruler, took a small brush and dipped it in ink, and then copied the unfinished Diamond Sutra last time.

After visiting the study, Han Chen sat idle on the single sofa and watched Wang Heng write.He wrote extremely seriously, with his eyes fixed on the rice paper, revealing his fair neck, and his slender fingers clenched tightly like tubes as he moved slowly on the snow-white rice paper, completely immersed in the world of words.

In the air molecules, there is a faint fragrance of ink. The room is very quiet, and he can hear his own breathing quietly.

Wang Heng, who was writing, was completely different from his appearance in the hospital. He was wearing plain clothes, and the brush in his hand moved with the writing, like an ancient scholar.Wang Heng's skin is very fair, without blemishes, and under the white light, it reminds Han Chen of the saying that a gentleman is like jade.

Han Chen unconsciously stared at it fascinated, and gradually forgot the time.

Gradually, he became aware of the abnormality.It is normal to practice writing for one or two hours, but the other party has been writing for three hours, and has no intention of stopping.

He became nervous, wondering if the sudden interruption would cause him to go mad as described in the novel.He was at a loss, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Soon, he got up slowly, retreated from the study, walked to the living room, and took a few deep breaths.

It's definitely not going to work like this. He was so dejected that he paced around the living room with his hands folded, without thinking of any countermeasures.

You don't want to write all night, do you?

He glanced at the clock on the wall, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, four hours.

Never mind, call first!

He rummaged through the phone's address book for a long time before finding the phone number. His hands were trembling with fear, and it took him a long time to point at the green icon and press it abruptly.

The phone was connected, and it rang several times, but no one answered. After four or five calls, but still not connected, he threw the phone on the floor angrily.

He went back to the study, summoned up the courage to step forward and said, "Stop writing, it's too late."

Wang Heng turned a deaf ear to Han Chen's voice.

Han Chen didn't dare to stretch out his hand. If one word is broken, the whole work will be ruined.

He called again softly, "Wang Heng, stop, Wang Heng!

"Stop writing, did you hear me?"

After calling several times to no avail, he finally gave up.

Han Chen walked out of the study helplessly, like a wandering soul, "Crazy! They are all crazy!"

He sat on the sofa and waited for a long time, and finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Wang Heng wrote until two o'clock in the morning, and the words on the rice paper seemed to have shadows. His eyes finally couldn't stand it, so he put down the pen.

When he walked into the living room, he realized that someone was lying on the sofa. He turned around and took out a quilt from the cabinet in the bedroom to cover the other person. Then he went into the bedroom and fell asleep on the bed.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Chen was awakened by the sunlight in the living room. He looked around in a daze, then immediately turned up and ran directly to the study.He pushed open the door of the study, only to see that there were eight sheets of rice paper on the desk, and each sheet was filled with lower script.

"People are not here!"

He panicked, his heart beat faster, he felt that the heart could pop out of his chest at any time, his hands trembled slightly, his joints turned white from clenched fists, he was terribly scared, he had never been so scared like now when he grew up.He ran to the bedroom again, pushed open the door, saw the person on the bed, and his heart drifted back into his chest.

He closed the door gently, for fear of waking the other party.His legs were already weak, and his body was drenched in cold sweat. He slid down against the wall, and finally sat slumped at the door.

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"Gossip"

Li Xiaomei: Boss seems to be being targeted!

Qin Ling: The enemy?

Zhou Chong: Are you offended?

Qin Ling: Robbed someone's wife?

Zhou Chong: If the boss has a daughter-in-law, why should he grab it?

Ma Haibo: You can also grab a man and a daughter-in-law...

Zhou Chong: If Ma Ge doesn't export, the export will be amazing!

Qin Ling: ...

Li Xiaomei: ...