Grace

Hours, who will send me the first email in the early morning?

He put on his clothes and opened the chair in front of the computer desk to sit on it, held the mouse and clicked to open the email box, his eyes fixed on the string of numbers in the upper left corner, his spirits lifted, and he lost all sleepiness.He recognized at a glance that this was Zhong Ping's phone, there was absolutely no mistake, every digit was correct, after all he had dialed many times during the day.

He immediately opened the email...

When I came to the hospital, I made excuses and lied that I was Jing Rong's relatives. I found out about Jing Rong's ward from the nurse. During the conversation, I also learned that Jing Rong's current condition is getting worse and worse.It is said that she was sent to the hospital half a year ago. At that time, the injury was so serious that it took a whole day to save her life from the hands of death.

In the following months, the injury continued to come and go, during which five or six operations were performed.

However, these operations are not to save her from the clutches of the pain, but to prolong her life. Now her condition has deteriorated, and it is estimated that she will die in less than two weeks.

The nurse led him to the door, and said something earnestly, asking them "relatives" to spend more time with Jingrong in the remaining days of Jingrong, so that she could spend the rest of the time with peace of mind.

When Qu Zhiwei entered the intensive care unit, Jing Rong lay quietly on the bed with many tubes inserted into his body. If it wasn't for the slight sound coming from the ventilator, he almost thought she was not breathing.

He walked around the hospital bed and put the flowers in his hand into the empty bottle on the table.

Then he looked through Jing Rong's medical records, and the contents above were shocking. He couldn't imagine that such a young girl had suffered such tragic injuries. Every operation was a painful torture for her, and he felt that she could survive. It's been really amazing to come here and make it this far.

Chapter 20

◎At this time, someone pushed the door and came in.

Li Qinghua had just finished talking with Jing Rong's attending doctor, her face was very bad, she looked a little tired, she went back to the ward and closed the door,...◎

At this time, someone opened the door and came in.

Li Qinghua had just finished talking with Jing Rong's attending doctor, her face was very bad, she looked a little tired, she went back to the ward and closed the door, covering her mouth and crying bitterly.

"Are you ok?"

Suddenly there was a man's voice in the room, she raised her face in surprise, tears blurred her eyes, she hurriedly wiped away the tears, and fixed her eyes to see that it was Qu Zhiwei who had appeared here.

She knew that he must have seen her collapsed and helpless appearance just now, and she was a little embarrassed for a while.After trying to calm down, she asked, "How do you know I'm here?" Just after asking, she remembered that Qu Zhiwei had a lot of contacts, it was easy to find out her whereabouts, and it was not surprising to find a hospital, so she changed to another question. "Why did you come to see me? Zhong Ping has been innocent, aren't you satisfied?"

"I can hear that you have a lot of resentment..." A layer of guilt floated in his heart, because he knew why Li Qinghua hated him.Even if it was because of Zhong Tie, he himself was not completely innocent, and he couldn't justly tell Li Qinghua not to hate himself.However, he also has his own position, no matter how guilty he is, he still has to make it clear. "The reason why Zhong Ping was released was because he was really not the murderer of the red suitcase dumping case. No matter how much you hate him, you can't wrong him. It's not that it will be unfair to him, but it will affect the investigation of the case. murderer."

"So what? The life of the deceased is life, but Jing Rong's life is not life? They are already dead, but Jing Rong is still alive!" Li Qinghua said loudly emotionally.

"That's right, she's still alive, so what?" Qu Zhiwei returned the question to her.

She was shocked and angry, as if she had no idea that Qu Zhiwei would say such cold-blooded words.If she had been able to maintain reason to talk to Qu Zhiwei before, then she no longer needs reason now. "Why didn't you die?! It's because of you bastard that Zhong You was not punished! It was you who put that inhuman guy back into the world! You are a devil just like him!"

Qu Zhiwei was not angry.

He insisted on his own ideas and told her: "The punishment that Zhong Ping should receive is not this kind of punishment..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qinghua stopped him, "You don't know anything to say such a thing, I tell you that Jing Rong became like this because of him!" She pointed to the hospital bed and was relying on a ventilator to survive Jing Rong cried bitterly, "When Jing Rong was discovered by passers-by, she was missing a lot of things. Her left ring finger and little finger were gone. She told me before that she would buy a beautiful wedding ring in the future and she would wear it to her." I see, it makes me envious and jealous of her. Her two collarbones are missing, and she will not look good in clothes in the future. She will definitely become very inferior. Her legs are long and white, and her classmates are very envious of her. A pair of beautiful legs, but now her legs are distorted and deformed, and the bones of her calf are broken. And her penis and uterus..." When she said this, she sobbed several times to the point that she couldn't continue, and finally held her breath forcefully Say the rest. "She was raped, 70.00% of her was destroyed, her uterus was smashed with metal objects, and even some of her internal organs were damaged..."

Seeing her in such pain, Qu Zhiwei couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her, comforting her, telling her to stop talking.

Under Qu Zhiwei's reassurance, she gradually regained her composure, and when she found herself in his arms, she immediately pushed him away angrily, pointed at the door and told him to leave quickly, saying that she didn't want to see him appear here.

Qu Zhiwei didn't intend to leave obediently, but said something to her: "Do you suspect that Zhong Ping hurt Jing Rong, so you use this method to retaliate against him, and hope that he will stay in prison for the rest of his life?"

"Yes."

"You just suspect, without evidence, how can you give him a "sentence" like this?"

"There's no need for proof, he deserves to die anyway!" Her face was cold. "I know that Jing Rong has been investigating Zhong, and she told me that she suspects that Zhong is the boy who broke into her house and committed an attack. She disappeared not long after, and after a while she was abandoned and thrown on the garbage dump like this Here, I'm sure all of this has something to do with Zhong Ping."

Qu Zhiwei knew how she was feeling at this moment, if she defended Zhong Ting again, she would definitely be more disgusted, it seems that it is time to hand over the prepared things to her.

He told her, "I came to you today to show you something." He handed her the printout.

She didn't take it, but stared at him suspiciously.

"This is a story written by Zhong Yi. He wrote a story about a real experience he once had, and then sent it to me by email." He looked at Jing Rong while speaking, but he still told her what he wanted to say. . "You are Jingrong's best friend, and you did this to avenge her, so I think you need to read this story. It's not only about Zhong's past, but also about Jingrong's own past."

After listening, Li Qinghua took the thin piece of paper without any hesitation.

The source of the whole story originated from Zhong Ping's perception of life in his youth.

He grew up in a depressing environment, and the sacrifice behind being too good is cruel.As a liberal arts student, he has the potential to be unconstrained, and the novels and comics in the bookstore have opened up this potential for him. He has a way to escape reality, hiding in words and indulging in it.

But the ruthless reality will always give him a blow, forcing him to face reality.

It just so happened that there were many crime news reports in the society, and the adults were discussing these cases. When he saw everyone discussing in a relaxed tone, he sneered.Suddenly he, too, seems to be trying to commit a crime, wondering what it's like to kill someone.

He was a little moved.

So in the following week, he came home late after school every day, always walking behind other classmates, those directions were not the direction he wanted to go home, and he didn't care at all whether he would go further or further away.

Until a little girl turned around and found him. The little girl liked to laugh very much. She was a little puzzled when she saw him, but she was not afraid. Instead, she asked him with a sweet smile: Big brother, what's the matter with you?

He just glanced at her indifferently, then remembered the address outside the gate behind her, and left without looking back.In the next few days, he will go to that place and walk around the house, looking around while walking.And he hid behind the tree and waited for the little girl to come home from school, and made sure she went up which floor and entered the room before turning around and walking back.

It was raining heavily on the weekend, and a small figure in a black raincoat walked retrograde among the crowd running to hide from the rain.

His plan is simple.

First of all, I have collected important information from the conversations with the neighbors around me. The little girl has no adults at home, and she may have worked in other places and has not returned yet.The little girl is only in the first grade of elementary school. I heard that she is very independent. She always cooks for herself after school, so the best time to kill her is at night.

At night, he lied about going to a classmate's house to do homework, then put on a raincoat and mask that he had prepared in advance in the corridor of his house, and took out an iron knife wrapped in his pocket.

He used a ruler to measure the length of the blade to be [-] centimeters, and if it was aimed right at the heart, it would definitely be fatal.

This is what he thinks is the perfect crime plan. The window of the girl's house is not closed, so he can smoothly turn in and find her bedroom with light movements.Everything went as smoothly as he had imagined.

But when he stood in front of the girl's bed and looked at the sleeping face, he hesitated and suddenly didn't want to kill anyone.He hesitated and hesitated in the house, and the sound of the rain outside was getting louder, making him even more irritable.

In order to calm himself down, he tried to divert his attention and observed the things placed in the room. Various trophies were neatly placed on the table, and many awards were posted on the wall. There were two rows in the glass cabinet at the door.