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Zhang Yong killed someone.

When I heard this news, I was spreading toast slices in Blue Lotus, and I was so stunned that I smeared peanut butter on the thenar.

"Zhang Yong, how is it possible, just him?" I said to old Xu, "He said every day that he was fighting and setting fires in school, but his classmates told me that they would ask Zhang Yong to go out to surf the Internet during lunch break, and he would hesitate for a long time."

Old Xu also shook his head with a stick in his throat, making my scalp numb.

The typhoon season may be coming, the whole Pema seems to be covered with a pot of boiling water, the misty heat makes me dizzy.

The lukewarm fire spread from the tip of the lungs, Lao Xu asked me if I had a fever, but I couldn't react to what he said, and ran to the canteen across the street without replying a word.

I saw Zhang Yong's mother crying at her desk, which made the whole cigarette cabinet shake.I sat next to her for a while, then handed her the wrapping paper: "...Auntie, what happened?"

She cried out of breath: "He must have had a temper with us before he ran out...it's all my fault, if I hadn't told him...he's not full yet, his life is still so long, I don't believe he will Do something like this..."

Then she grabbed my skirt, and suddenly slapped me hard: "It's all your fault! You lead him to do bad things every day! You give me back my son! You give me back my son!"

I was beaten so hard that I couldn't think of hiding, so I just stood there in a daze. Seeing that the woman was about to come down with another slap, I squinted my eyes subconsciously, but the slap didn't come down for a long time .

Several men in casual clothes squeezed between us and pulled us apart completely.

The man who spoke was very tall with a short stubble chin, said they were police officers and showed us their licenses.

He walked towards me, holding a cardboard in his hand: "Hello, is it Yu Zhen? You know Zhang Yong and Chen Wumian at the same time, please do a transcript with us."

I don't know what kind of red star I have touched these two days. It seems that I always meet the police. I saw Chen Wumian being taken away last night. Today it was me again.

I nodded in a daze, "Chen Wumian...?"

"After on-site investigation, we preliminarily determined that the time of the incident should be from the night before yesterday to the early morning of yesterday. Last night, Chen Wumian called to report the crime. The registrant of the guest house room at the scene of the crime was also Chen Wumian, so we still need her to cooperate with our investigation. "

"Comrade policeman, who is the deceased...?"

"Liu Pingyan, the place of origin on his ID card is Langfang, Hebei. We are still investigating his relationship with Zhang Yong and Chen Wumian."

When I got into the police car, the policeman who was driving looked at the back row through the rearview mirror, and said in surprise, "Captain Wang, how long has it been since we saw each other?"

Wang Dui rolled up the car window next to me, and only said that it was strange, don't call me that.

Then the atmosphere froze, and I sat on the leather cushion, like stepping on an acupressure board.

After a while, I finally said to Team Wang: "Is there something wrong? Where is Zhang Yong now? I don't believe he will kill people. He is usually very cowardly, like a groundhog..."

Wang Dui only said: "There is no conviction yet. He and Chen Wumian are now being sent to the detention center."

I gave a very funny "oh" because I didn't seem to be able to react normally other than that.

The only Public Security Bureau in Baima is indeed decent, even the marble floor is polished.

The two scouts who questioned me had big dark circles under their eyes, and I thought to myself that this job is not easy.

When I was asked if I had seen them the day before yesterday, I replied in a clear and accurate way: "I saw Chen Wumian at the corner behind Erjiu Studio in the early morning. I haven't seen much of it."

"Is there a man with her at that time? His name is Tangling, you should know him."

I said blankly: "Tang Ling is at home, he and I have been together."

The two investigators looked at each other, so I calmly added: "I went out in the early morning and bought a box of condoms in the supermarket. After we got back, we started having sex. I took apart one at night and it didn't work, but I used two in the morning. It's all in the trash can in his kitchen, you can go over there and do a DNA test or something."

I made another swearing gesture: "Comrade policeman, I'm a light sleeper, and I'll know immediately when someone moves. It's impossible for Tang Ling to go out in the middle of the night."

Then I was asked about Zhang Yong's usual personality, whether he had acted aggressively, etc. They also asked me if I had guessed the murderer. I just said blankly that it must not be Zhang Yong, so I was sent out in silence. the Public Security Bureau.

Thunderstorm clouds swept across Baima again, blurring the boundaries of day and night.When I walked out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau, I suddenly felt a sense of unreality. Looking at the thick clouds floating in the sky, I even felt that even they could easily crush me to death.

How could it be true?

17-year-old Zhang Yong... and 17-year-old Tang Ling.I always don't understand, can people's contradictions really be so sharp?

In the sound of violent rain, I heard someone shouting "Hey" from behind, I turned my head in response, and saw Dui Wang walking towards me holding an umbrella.

"Recently there are too many people in the bureau, so take my car and I'll take you back."

"No, thank you, go get busy... It won't be long before I walk back."

Wang Dui said: "What can I do, I'm not a member of the bureau anymore."

I followed him slowly, with confusion in my heart. Maybe Team Wang noticed my expression from the rearview mirror when he started the car, and explained: "Because of this. I can't quit."

I followed his finger and saw a case of bottled liquor on the co-pilot.

It turned out that he could no longer be a policeman because of alcoholism. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt horrified: "Captain Wang, I'd better walk back by myself."

Wang Dui laughed loudly in his seat: "I really haven't had a drink today, what's the matter at this point."

He drove very slowly and steadily, and he didn't like to spend much time chatting, the car was full of dullness.

I thought for a while and said, "Team Wang, if... If Zhang Yong really killed someone, how many years will he be sentenced? Can he still go to university after he comes out?"

"It's hard to say." Wang Dui said, "I don't know the nature of the case yet. But this is very strange. After Chen Wumian reported the case, we went there and saw Zhang Yong sitting on the bed in the guest house watching TV, and his body was locked in the toilet. It's been almost a day. , He did not hide anything. But if it was because of the guilt caused by wrong hands, it would be much more reasonable for him to choose to turn himself in instead of waiting for Chen Wumian to report the crime."

"Is he crazy...?!" I was a little panicked.

Team Wang asked again: "Are Zhang Yong and Chen Wumian boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Not counting...Zhang Yong is very fond of Chen Wumian, Chen Wumian may just take advantage of the trend to play with him."

"Then have you ever heard Chen Wumian talk about her ex-lover? Could it be because of this that Liu Pingyan was killed by the unattractive Zhang Yong?"

I just shook my head blankly, and after a moment of silence, I shook my head again, and then I heard Wang Dui ask: "Little comrade, why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

I was still shaking my head in confusion.

It stands to reason that I shouldn't have fallen asleep during such a short journey, but I seemed to have a dream, dreaming of 17-year-old Tang Ling based on the description of others.

Chen Wumian said that the 17-year-old Tang Ling is thinner than now, with a hunchback, unbleached hair, hanging softly, polite speech, but always unexpected in doing things. gregarious.

During the holidays, he also checked tickets at a cinema on the West Fifth Ring Road, and walked out of the dim cinema every afternoon after work, like a white stork that had fallen behind in the migration, you know he must be bad at foraging, But he feels that it is not difficult for him to make his home from now on.

In this brief dream, he was in front of a dilapidated ancient temple, and in front of him was a huge Buddha statue, as high as several floors.The Buddha statue was not gilded, it was even gray. Tang Ling was painting it, and then a violent earthquake came. Instantly, the tiles and ash filled the air, and the fragments smashed densely, blasting everything into a pile of ruins.

I couldn't find Tang Ling in the darkness, but I knew he was still alive.

Because I'm a rusty zipper on his leather jacket, hanging to the right of his heart.I can hear his heartbeat.

I was probably really confused. When the car stopped, I ran forward without saying a word. I was thrown by the side of the car and staggered. I didn't even have time to think about whether Team Wang thought I was crazy.

This sudden violent emotion dissipated completely the moment Tang Ling opened the door for me.

"Good morning." I mumbled.

Tang Ling seemed to have just woken up, and looked at the wall clock in a daze: "It's night."

I squeezed in freely, and ran to cook for Tangling while hovering.

Tang Ling leaned against the kitchen door and looked at me. I think Tang Ling must have felt very speechless: Yu Zhen turned around and left alone in Paris Blue last night, and did not send messages to harass people as usual. Carrying out cold violence, it turned out that he was the one who came to do strange things now.

I was completely doused by the heavy rain, and my clothes were soaked in water, which made it difficult for me to lift my hands. I wanted to make porridge for him, but I couldn't even find the rice.

"Yu Zhen, what are you doing?"

I answered irrelevantly: "Don't just skip the meal if you missed it, you have a bad stomach..."

"No need." Tang Ling said stubbornly, "I'm not hungry."

I froze in place for a while, then nodded blankly, followed him all the way to the living room, thought for a while, and said again: "Tangling Tangling, shall I cut your nails?"

Tang Ling seemed to be amused by me, he poked my bangs with his fingers: "Crazy?"

"That's how it's done in TV shows..."

"What TV show?"

"Domestic medical drama." I said slowly, "This is how my husband takes care of his vegetable wife in front of the hospital bed."

Tang Ling patted my butt hard.

I lay on his lap, but I didn't think it was enough just to hug him, so I hugged his waist with great strength.Buried in the fabric at his waist, the tip of my nose started to feel sore: "...I just wanted to be nicer to you, to make up for the care you lacked in those years, as much as I can, but I don't know what to do, and I can't seem to do anything right in front of you."

Without speaking, Tang Ling just put his palm behind my ear, his hearing was covered with hallucinations, and then he leaned over and kissed my hair.