Kidney master

Ji Yi'an came out after being urged again and again, and before leaving, he hugged Song Chu and coaxed the little girl to be happy.

"I'm really fine, you go out." Song Chu smiled with eyebrows crooked, without the initial alienation and indifference, she raised her hand to Ji Yi'an, "Okay, button it up for me again."

The brief infraction time is up.

Ji Yi'an rubbed her wrists, picked up the handcuffs that were thrown aside and handcuffed her again: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell them, let someone untie it for you for a while."

"Actually, I don't feel much, and these handcuffs are quite beautiful." Song Chu shrugged indifferently, "It's white."

"..."

Song Chu was investigated for two days, but no clues were found to finalize the case, so he was released naturally after 48 hours according to the rules.

This is probably the most glamorous person in history after being imprisoned for two days for investigation on suspicion of homicide. The other suspects, no matter how good their psychological quality is, will be somewhat embarrassed and tired after two days of continuous interrogation and interrogation.

Unlike the early Song Dynasty, in the past two days, during the interrogation, they answered all the questions they had. They had delicious food and drinks, and because they were the police captain's girlfriend, they had extra meals from time to time, which was even better than their work meals.

"I've troubled you for the past two days." Song Chu asked the guards to uncuff her, and said a word of concern very politely.

The guard had no choice but to smile sarcastically: "No trouble, no trouble."

They hadn't encountered such an "obedient" suspect for a long time.

When Song Chu opened the door and went out, Ji Yi'an was waiting outside. He was leaning against the wall opposite, his head slightly lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking, he was twisting a cigarette between his fingers, and the outline of his rigid facial features was blurred in the blue and white smoke.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Chu walked over, raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes.

Ji Yian came back to his senses, and smiled when he saw Song Chu: "It's finally come out."

"Yeah, it's hard work for you to sneak in and always bring me food." Song Chu said.

"Earthworms thought it was you who did it. They are looking for you all over the world. Anyway, they have come out now. Let's stay here for a few days." Ji Yi'an extinguished the cigarette in the trash can.

"Yeah." Song Chu nodded and asked again, "Did they bother you?"

"I found it, but I have the high-purity 'Blue Sun' production method in my hand, at least they dare not do anything to me on the surface, but it's hard to say it behind the scenes."

Song Chu slightly frowned.

She is very aware of how dangerous what Ji Yian is doing, and believes that Ji Yian can handle it by herself, so she doesn't want to say more.

"Uncle Guoli's... corpse, is it still here?" Song Chu asked softly.

Ji Yi'an's heart skipped a beat, and he looked down at her.

Song Chu smiled slightly, but smiled a little forcedly: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive, just take me to have a look, it's the last time."

Ji Yian compromised, and he took Song Chu to the forensic room.

In order to prevent the omission of any key information, Zheng Guoli's body was subjected to a comprehensive autopsy, and the body was covered with a protective cloth, only the face was exposed.

He had been walking for several days, and his complexion was very pale, not pale or pale, but as if a thin layer of frost had formed on his face, he didn't even look like a living person.

The moment Song Chu saw him, he gritted his teeth tightly.

From the initial impulsiveness and bewilderment when she heard the bad news, to the helplessness and passive acceptance in the next few days, until now, she watched Zheng Guoli lying in front of her, but she was helpless without breathing or heartbeat.

"Early Song Dynasty."

Ji Yi'an held her wrist, and gently rubbed the side of her wrist with his fingertips, comforting her silently.

Song Chu felt that the blood-dripping wound on his heart at that moment was gradually healed.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I am fine."

Song Chu took two steps forward and walked to Zheng Guoli's side.

She suddenly thought of the scene when Uncle Guoli combed his hair more than a month ago.

This man who fought and killed for the first half of his life, and spent the rest of his life as a grumpy cook in a small restaurant, his former strong physique has disappeared due to long-term lack of exercise. The old bachelor in everyone's eyes also once had When it was so soft.

Song Chu remembered that his eyes were no longer very clear. I don’t know if it was because of the oily smoke in the kitchen these years, his pupils were a little yellow, faintly bloodshot cobwebs, and his head that was gradually drooping was like a plant. Weeds that have lost their vitality.

The loss of his wife and his 8-month-old daughter in his womb is the pain of his life.

***

Song Chu: "So if you don't mind, you can comb one for me."

"what?"

Zheng Guoli was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to see the girl's smooth and shiny long hair. It can be seen that it has been carefully groomed, and it also has a very pleasant scent of shampoo.

He curled his fingers awkwardly, waved his hands and refused: "Don't, my hands smell like oil just after cooking, how can I touch your hair."

"What does it matter?"

Song Chu insisted, and directly pulled off the rubber band on his wrist and handed it over.

Zheng Guoli's eyes fell on the rubber band, and his hands trembled a little when he reached for it.

He stood up and walked behind Song Chu. The little girl's hair was slippery and felt cold between her fingers, which was different from the prickly and hard hair of these men.

Let him go back to more than 20 years ago for a moment.

Because of his efforts to restrain his emotions, Zheng Guoli's shoulders shrugged slightly, his arms were no longer thick and even a little bony, and he looked like a slumped old tree.

The hair was gently tied up, and Zheng Guoli's fingers were trembling slightly as he smoothed out the hair.

Song Chu pretended not to know, and continued to eat.

Until Zheng Guoli finally sucked in a breath with difficulty, and then exhaled slowly with uncontrollable sobs at the end, he was no longer particularly tall and his back was slightly bent.

Finally finished combing Song Chu's hair, he re-arranged that braid.

Emotions can no longer be unbearable.

He raised his hands tightly to cover his eyes, weeping uncontrollably.

***

After so many years of ups and downs, Zheng Guoli is already visibly aged, but his former arrogance is still there. This is an inner temperament that will not change no matter how his appearance and body change.

He sacrificed for his mission and became a ruin and a wasteland, but behind him there will always be a group of followers standing up.

Song Chu looked at him quietly.

"When will Team Zheng be able to return to China?"

Ji Yi'an said: "Tomorrow he will be cremated, and the ashes will be transported back to China and buried with his wife."

Song Chu nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said again: "There are only people waiting for him at the bottom, and no one will miss him except you."

Ji Yi'an was speechless, not knowing how to comfort Song Chu, so he stroked her hair.

In fact, she has a very rare and sincere heart, but she doesn't know it.

The hearts of most people in this world have been devastated and overused. They may have cultivated an indifferent heart through repeated disappointments, or may have cultivated an indifferent heart through repeated injuries. a hard heart.

Only this one at the beginning of the Song Dynasty was very well protected by her from the beginning to the end. It was not overused or tortured.

While she has been self-enclosed for a long time, she also makes the heart she presents in front of Ji Yian brand new.

"There's nothing on him that can be buried with him, right?"

"Ah."

Zheng Guoli has a special identity as an undercover agent. His former rings, keepsakes and other things that could prove his identity are long gone. He has lived here for decades, but he has also been wandering and rootless for decades.

"Then I'll give him a gift." Song Chu said softly, "No, it's not a gift. Just think about it. He never had a daughter in his life. Calling me 'daughter' is also fate."

Ji Yi'an was silent, looking at Song Chu, he didn't understand what she meant at first.

Then he watched Song Chu pick up a pair of scissors at the side, pick up his long hair without hesitation, and cut it off from the shoulder position——

She tied them into a bundle with hair ropes and placed them next to Zheng Guoli.

Looking back at Ji Yian's puzzled expression, he smiled and explained: "Uncle Guoli learned how to do all kinds of braids when his daughter was about to be born. I asked him to comb my hair for me in Shan State. It must have been touched, and he cried after combing."

The appearance of crying and trying to restrain himself at that time is still clearly preserved in Song Chu's memory.

Song Chu's waist-length hair was cut down to her shoulders by a scissors without warning. The black hair hung loosely on the side of her slender neck. Her lips were red and her teeth were white, but it was another kind of beauty.

Ji Yi'an raised his lips: "Good girl."

"The season team—"

Suddenly there was a voice at the door, and then the door was opened. Xiao Yan stood outside the door, and saw the short-haired Song Chu in a daze. He didn't ask anything, but looked at Ji Yi'an and said quickly: "Ji team, dead eleven A photo of a drug dealer's death came in."

Ji Yi'an paused, knowing that Xiao Yan's reaction was obviously suspicious of the photo.

Song Chu shrugged generously and spread his hands: "I'll go out first, you guys talk."

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Xiao Yan said, "I need you to go and see this matter together."

Song Chu was stunned: "Is there something wrong with the deceased?"

Ji Yian waved: "Go, go to the office and talk."

There were a few photos of the deceased who just got scattered on the desk, Ji Yian picked up one and looked at it closely, frowning quickly.

"What's wrong?" Song Chu asked, she didn't see anything unusual.

"The injuries on their arms... are the same as Team Zheng's."

"What...?" Song Chu was taken aback, and looked up at him.

Just now Zheng Guoli's body was covered by protective cloth, so Song Chu couldn't see the injury on his arm.

"Didn't he commit suicide?"

"Yes, the cause of death was suicide, but we also found traces of sharp weapon cuts on his arm, so we didn't tell you because we were afraid it would be difficult for you to accept."

"Sharp weapon?" Song Chu was stunned for a moment, "You mean, the same kind of sharp weapon hurts, or the scars are the same?"

(Because a section of memory content from the previous chapter V is inserted in the middle, these words are added in the drawing~)