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Seeing that the door was not closed, he ran over and grabbed the door, scaring the passengers away.

Gan Hezhi was also taken aback by the other party's scream, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. There was only one name left in his head.

He knew that he didn't need to say the name, but needed an address, but he got into the corner, and all he could think about was the name.

Gan Hezhi was trying his best to think, the taxi driver only felt that the blood-stained devil was staring at him through the transparent partition, and he was so frightened that he slammed the door and ran away.

Gan Hezhi only had time to see the back of the other party and the crowd on the street. He felt that they seemed to be looking at him. Gan Hezhi immediately bent over, buried his body between his legs, and shrank up.

"There are new orders nearby!" A female mechanical voice came from the front row, and then reported the departure and destination on their own.

Qianhe subconsciously covered his ears, and then he suddenly realized that this was the mobile phone left by the driver.

Gan Hezhi froze for a moment, then bent over and stretched out his hand, struggling to reach for the mobile phone in the front row.The arm, which was already covered with wounds, was pressed by the plastic partition and began to bleed again.

Gan Hezhi had recorded his number.

He shook his hands according to the memory, typed, and dialed.

"beep--"

The call sounded for a long time, but no one answered.

A strange cry suddenly came out of Gan Hezhi's throat. The cry seemed to come from a speechless animal, expressing his sadness and despair through this sharp sound.

He stooped exaggeratedly, his chin stuck to his chest, his left hand covered his forehead, and then he went to cover his eyes, "Please...please..."

He cried and opened his mouth, tears flowed from between his fingers, mixed with half-dried blood, which made his palms that had suffered many injuries tingle, "Answer the phone..."

When Fu Wensheng arrived home, he first heard a delicate "clang" sound. He glanced at the balcony and found that the window was not closed tightly, and the clothes hanger was blown by the wind and collided with the metal frame.

Fu Wensheng walked over, pulled off his clothes and closed the window.

He washed his hands on the balcony, then went upstairs and entered the cloakroom on the second floor.In the cloakroom, the wardrobes that were originally arranged according to the shade of color can no longer be seen in an obvious order.

Fu Wensheng casually dug out a piece of clean clothes from the cabinet.

He went to the bedroom to take a shower, and in the middle of the shower, one of the pumps didn't come out.He picked up the bottle of shower gel, weighed it, and continued to wash it.

There is still a little time before bed.

Fu Wensheng entered the study, his hair was dripping water, he didn't blow it, and waited for the air conditioner to dry his hair.

There was an unopened pen gift box on the table, and Fu Wensheng opened it just to pass the time.

He had just sucked up the ink when the phone started vibrating.

He didn't put down his pen either, and turned his head to see who called him so late, and then saw that it was an unfamiliar call, and the screen showed that 39 people marked this number as "food delivery".

It must have been a typo, Fu Wensheng thought so, and reached out his hand to hang up.

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Being locked all the time, the process of fighting can only be omitted.

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——Volume Two——

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23. No.20 Section Two

Turn off the lights and say goodnight.

Fu Wensheng hung up the phone.

But the same number called again soon, and it persisted.

Fu Wensheng was a little helpless, he glanced at it, and finally picked up the phone.

"Hey."

A little extra black ink hangs on the tip of the pen, which is the ocean above the pen body. All the scattered individuals gather along the track of fine lines, and with a "tick", they fall into the clean water, diffuse and pollute.

Fu Wensheng drove to Qiangwei Community, with a Bluetooth headset in his ear, and did not hang up the phone.Gan Hezhi has been crying on the other end of the phone, talking intermittently and inconsequentially.

When he was only one traffic light away, he heard the sound of a police car first, and before he could relax, he heard the crying in the earphones that had just subsided suddenly, followed by bumps and a "clang" The sound became distant and chaotic.

Seeing the dense crowd from a distance, he took some risks and drove the car directly to the side, stopped the car almost close to the outermost circle of spectators, and then made a way out of the crowd and rushed to the center.

He saw a picture of a thin body kneeling on the concrete floor under the pressure of men in dark uniforms.

The man's body was mixed with blood and dirt, his clothes were torn, and several pieces of flesh were turned out.

Walking through hell is almost the same level of embarrassment.

Fu Wensheng walked up to a few people quickly. He heard the crying sound and saw the mobile phone dropped not far away, so he was sure that the bloody man in front of him was Gan Hezhi.

He voluntarily showed his ID card amidst the scolding and discussion, and requested that the person be sent to the hospital to deal with the wound first.

Gan Hezhi's head was restrained and he couldn't move, but when he heard Fu Wensheng's voice, he cried even harder, whining, as if calling Fu Wensheng vaguely, or just crying.

Fu Wensheng moved his toes, and Gan Hezhi's arms were held even tighter, and the crying stopped for a moment, as if the pain was so severe that he couldn't even make a sound.

Fu Wensheng didn't move anymore.

The young policeman scanned Fu Wensheng's ID with his device, and said in surprise, "University teacher, why did you come to this kind of place? Do you still know people here?" After speaking, he looked at his colleagues beside him.

The latter asked the person who called the police about the specific situation and came back, "He said he saw blood all over his body, and he didn't know anything else. It's guesswork if he killed someone." After speaking, he complained, "Let the signature be returned. unwilling."

"What if you don't sign it!" The policeman snatched the colleague's notebook and rushed to the crowd to find the caller. "Not only did you sign, but you also have to go to the police station with us to make notes."

"I'm not going to the police station!"

"Why don't you go?"

"It's bad luck to go to the police station." The man shook his head until the flesh on his cheeks twitched, "Anyway, I won't go, I'll go to you and find someone else. If I had known it would be such a trouble, I wouldn't have called the police."

The only one who was still doing business was also the one who looked the most vicissitudes. He flipped through Fu Wensheng's messages, sized him up with sharp eyes for a while, and then looked at Gan Hezhi who was still crying.

"Let's go to the hospital first, and the teacher will be with us." The old policeman made a decision, and then explained to the people around him, "Old Zhang, take Daming and Xiao Li first, and we will come later."

After Qianhezhi finished his examination and treated the wound, it was already midnight.

His worst injuries were in his hands and feet, which required stitches, as well as a broken nasal bone, concussion, burns and other minor injuries.

"We have basically understood the situation." The veteran policeman led Gan Hezhi to finish the transcript, "You may be needed later to cooperate with our investigation work, remember to answer the phone."

After the police left, the doctor found them, "I have seen his condition, and he can go home to recuperate. There are too many people in the hospital, and the rest is not good. After two days, the sponge will be removed, and the stitches will be removed in about a week. .”

Fu Wensheng then pushed Gan Hezhi who was in a wheelchair out of the hospital from the emergency department and got into a taxi.

In fact, he has no other choice, at least not now, so he said to the taxi driver who just woke up from a doze, "Go to Zhoumi Garden."

The master was so frightened by Gan Hezhi's miserable appearance that he almost jumped out of the car.

Gan Hezhi's wound was bandaged, and his hands became two white steamed buns, as did his feet.

After the car arrived at the gate of Building 111, Fu Wensheng first put the wheelchair down from the trunk, and then carried the person out from the co-pilot.

Gan Hezhi curled up in Fu Wensheng's arms obediently.

Fu Wensheng opened the door with his fingerprint.

The people who were driven away by him were carried back home by him.

Life……

Fu Wensheng left the wheelchair in the yard, carried the man into the house, then turned on the lights in the villa at the entrance, put Gan Hezhi on the sofa, and went into the kitchen by himself.

Just now when the car was driving halfway, Gan Hezhi's stomach was growling.Fu Wensheng asked, and Gan Hezhi replied in a daze that he hadn't had dinner yet.

Fu Wensheng cooked some porridge, put it on the dining table, then walked to the living room, picked up the patient, and walked to the dining room.

He found that Gan Hezhi's eyes fell on the balcony, where there was nothing but two confiscated clothes.

The white porridge just out of the pot has no taste, and the rice grains are a little bit raw.

It was inconvenient for Gan Hezhi to use his hands, so Fu Wensheng used a spoon to feed him. He had no experience in feeding, so he always dropped two grains of rice on the way, which made Gan Hezhi's unsightly clothes even more dirty.

Gan Hezhi whimpered to himself, and finally drank a whole bowl of porridge.

Fu Wensheng pushed the bowl forward, but didn't get up immediately. He stared at Gan Hezhi for a while, hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help asking, "Can I wash your hair for you?"

Gan Hezhi froze for a moment, then nodded.

Fu Wensheng went upstairs with Qianhe in his arms, and went straight to the bathroom of the master bedroom.He placed Ganhezhi on the small bench, put a towel on the edge of the bathtub, and let Ganhezhi's chin rest on it.

Fu Wensheng turned on the faucet and picked it up with the palm of his hand, feeling the temperature change.

Gan Hezhi lay face down obediently, and occasionally water splashed on his ears, but he didn't move.

He didn't flinch until the warm water ran through Gan Hezhi's hair.

Fu Wensheng stretched out his hand to stroke it, and the water that flowed from Qian Hezhi's hair was bright red at first, and then turned into a faint pink.

Fu Wensheng thought that his strike was very light, but he still grabbed some of Gan Hezhi's hair.

Gan Hezhi didn't say a word, he was very obedient.

Fu Wensheng shampooed Ganhe twice before it was considered clean.He breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his dry and still dripping head with a towel, "