Wintering

The three police officers who accompanied him also arrived immediately, and searched the entire room in a professional manner.

A policeman noticed that there were some hideous wrinkles on the bed sheet, and the rough polyester cotton still had some traces of sweat to the touch, probably because it had been scratched and wrung by a sweaty hand.

They opened Mo Dong's suitcase again, hoping to find any clues left behind.

It is disappointing that there are only some clothes, computers, transcripts of studying abroad and miscellaneous documents inside, and there are no small notes or even suicide notes left behind.

According to the confession of the proprietress of the hotel, the man left 2 hours ago, which was the moment when Mo Dong sent Chen Yue an email.

The key to 309 was inserted in the door, and the luggage was thrown in the room. If it was not careless but intentional, there is only one possibility, that is, the man did not intend to come back at all.

Chen Yue sat on the ground next to the wall, with his knees propped up, and his head buried deeply between his arms weakly.

A policeman squatted down beside him, patted him on the shoulder, and said after a while, "Your friend...have you ever had... suicidal thoughts or actions before?"

Chen Yue didn't raise his head, but the voice came from below: "Yes."

When all hope was lost, he suddenly hated himself.

He wished he could kill himself.

He hated to death the self who avoided Mo Dong like a snake on the plane, and hated the self who had ignored Mo Dong in the past two days.

Mo Dong just has a little personal affection for him that goes beyond the scope of friendship, so is there any need to make such a fuss with trepidation?

and……

And it's not impossible for myself...

If, if I showed a little understanding at that time, no one would go home, and it would not be where I am now.

Mo Dong likes him, why can't he try with him?

He would rather play with Mo Dong as a seemingly incompatible couple, even if in the end they can neither be lovers nor friends, drift away or even become strangers, it is better than life and death separated now.

Hearing his answer, the policeman looked solemn and continued to ask, "How did he commit suicide for the first time?"

With great difficulty, Chen Yue found his own weak voice from the desperate self-blame: "At the... river, he threw himself into the river..." At this point, an invisible thread suddenly tightened in his mind.

He suddenly looked up at the policeman, who also stared at him, and nodded slightly.

At 03:30 in the morning, a police car with its siren blaring was speeding down the almost deserted street.

Knowing that the hope is slim to near nothing, but he still hopes and begs.

The river bank was very long, and it was late at night, the street lights were dim, and the line of sight could only extend to a dozen meters away.

He couldn't see anyone, and didn't dare to think about the hopeless possibility. Holding his breath, he ran hard along the long river bank, shouting heartbreakingly while running: "Mo Dong! Mo Dong!" Dong! Come out!"

Running past one silent street lamp after another, Ye Feng wailed in his ears. He felt that he had run so far away that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

There was no sign of that person in front of him.

He stumbled in a daze, his whole body fell forward, his chin hit the rough concrete floor, his head was dizzy from the shock, but strangely he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

Finally, he sat down on the ground exhausted, his eyes were blurred by the wind, and he could only see a large dark yellow mass.He wiped his eyes fiercely, and reluctantly roared towards the endless river bank, only to find that his voice was already hoarse, and he could only make some meaningless sobs.

Just after he finally extinguished that little bit of delusion, a black figure stumbled towards him from a distance.

He stood up in disbelief, and just stood there blankly, not daring to take a step forward, just staring at the outline of that person gradually becoming clear from a small black mass.

When he really saw that person's face, he let go of all his strength.

Not Mo Dong.

It was a thin man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes.

While running, the little beggar secretly cursed at the lunatic who made him suffer so much.

It's all like that, still holding on to those broken things and not letting go.

Bah, what a fucking bad luck!

He spat on the ground angrily, and saw a tall man standing in front of him, his eyes were dull, looking at him in a daze.

"Why are you all crazy tonight?" He whispered as he passed the man.

When the man heard this, his body froze for a moment, and he suddenly jumped forward like a mad dog.

After running for dozens of meters, Chen Yue finally saw a person lying there quietly not far from him.

Little by little he moved over.

Chen Yue thought he would be happy, after all, there is still hope.

But what he actually felt was fear.He was afraid, afraid that that person was not Mo Dong, and also afraid that that person was Mo Dong, the dead Mo Dong.

He didn't know if he would go crazy immediately when he saw Mo Dong's body.

When he was still a few steps away from that person, he finally saw that pale and thin face.

It's Mo Dong.

He knelt down with a plop, and reached out to check Mo Dong's breath with shaking hands.

When he sensed Mo Dong's regular in-and-out breathing, Chen Yue's tears burst out, and his torn vocal cords made an unpleasant sobbing sound. He hugged the man tightly, wishing to frame him firmly. own body.

The police took a lot of effort to separate the two big men. When Chen Yue checked Mo Dong's injuries, Chen Yue still refused to let go of Mo Dong's hand. After repeated persuasion to no avail, the police let him go.

Mo Dong was unconscious, the clothes on his body had been torn, and there was a cut. There were scratches and bruises on his face, neck, and chest. It looked like he had just fought with others.

After Chen Yue stabilized his mood, he remembered the thin man he met just now.

After the police listened to his story, one went to chase the man, and the other two sent Mo Dong and Chen Yue to the hospital.

Chen Yue sat in the back seat of the police car, hugging Mo Dong tightly, letting him lean on his chest.

Seeing that there was nothing serious about the person, the policeman sitting next to him relaxed his tense nerves at this moment, and even joked: "Little comrade, the car door is locked! People can't escape here, so don't keep going." Staring."

Chen Yue held Mo Dong's hand, raised his eyes to the policeman, and showed a relaxed smile: "Comrade policeman, I have really worked hard for you..."

The little policeman waved his hand, then looked at the person in his arms, suddenly stopped laughing, and said seriously: "You have to do ideological work with him, if you come here again..."

Chen Yue looked at Mo Dong: "No, I will never let him do stupid things again, absolutely not."

When he arrived at the hospital, Chen Yue carried Mo Dong on his back to the emergency department.

After putting Mo Dong down on the hospital bed, he suddenly felt his palms were a little sticky, and when he looked down, his hands were covered in blood, but there were no wounds on them.

Along the way, he only touched Mo Dong with his hands.This blood is not his, so...

Chen Yue hurriedly went to look at Mo Dong, and his eyes fell on his clenched left hand hanging down, where blood continuously overflowed from between the fingers, and a small puddle of blood pooled on the floor.

The doctor frowned and carefully opened his hand.

Four pieces of emerald broken jade soaked in bright red blood were impressively lying in Mo Dong's palm.