After Zhuang Youjie obtained his college diploma, he still didn't want to go home and become a businessman, so his tutor wrote a letter and introduced him to the middle school affiliated to the college as a teacher.
Zhuang Youjie himself had good grades, and he was taught Chinese, which he was very good at. After getting used to it for a while, he became more comfortable at work.
There was an agreed exam in the school last week. After the exam, it was a busy time for teachers. Zhuang Youjie was correcting test papers in the office until midnight before dragging his exhausted body back to the teacher's dormitory arranged by the school.
However, as soon as he turned off the lights and lay down, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Zhuang Youjie was exhausted and just wanted to have a good night's sleep. When he heard the urging knock on the door, he felt very irritable.
He thought it was the confused and neglectful teacher who lived next door who came to borrow pen and ink again, so he got out of bed irritably and yanked open the door.
However, what he didn't expect was that there was a thin figure standing outside the door. As soon as he opened the door, the figure fell into his arms.
Zhuang Youjie was caught off guard and hurriedly hugged the other person, and then his nose smelled a strong smell of blood.
Smelling such a smell, Zhuang Youjie was shocked, and the hand holding the other person seemed to have come into contact with some sticky liquid.
There have been rumors about thieves in this area recently. Could it be that the person in front of me is...
Zhuang Youjie's heartbeat was beating like a drum. It was late at night and the surroundings were very quiet. The person lying in his arms obviously heard his nervous heartbeat. He cleared his throat and spoke,
"It's me, what are you thinking about?"
Zhuang Youjie felt that this voice was very familiar, but he suddenly couldn't remember which person he knew. He had been getting along with the students the most recently, and he subconsciously thought that this might be a student in his class.
What kind of bastard is this? How did you end up like this? Could it be that you went to work part-time in a pig-killing shop?
Seeing that he was stunned, the boy in his arms raised his head, stretched out two fingers and patted his cheek gently, "Hey, don't you recognize me?"
The curtains in Zhuang Youjie's room were not tightly drawn, and a ray of cold moonlight squeezed in through the cracks in the window and shone on the two stunned people.
Zhuang Youjie finally saw clearly who this young man who smelled of blood was.
It turned out to be Liang Yuanque who had disappeared without a trace!
During some nights when he couldn't sleep, Zhuang Youjie often recalled the wonderful experience of participating in handling cases before, and wondered if he could meet Liang Yuanque again.
He imagined many scenes of their reunion, and constantly reminded himself to read more and read newspapers to improve himself, so that he could experience this little detective who loves to roll his eyes when they meet next time.
But I really didn’t expect that their next reunion would be like this.
Zhuang Youjie recognized him, and quickly helped him into the room, helped him onto his bed, and turned on the desk lamp. After the light illuminated the room, he realized that Liang Yuanque looked very terrifying at the moment.
His forehead seemed to have been hit hard by something, and blood had flowed down half of his face. He sat on the edge of the bed, covering his right rib with one hand, but he still couldn't control the blood that kept flowing from his fingers. seeped out.
Zhuang Youjie rarely utters bad words, but he couldn't help it at this moment. He said a rude word loudly and rushed over to check on Liang Yuanque's condition.
"No, how did you do it? Did you have someone beat you?"
"It wasn't someone who beat him, but a dog?" Liang Yuanque's lips were very pale due to blood loss, and he forced a smile to argue with Zhuang Youjie.
"I, I, I, I'll ask someone to take you to the hospital!" Zhuang Youjie had never faced this kind of situation before, and he was extremely panicked. Looking at Liang Yuanque's bloody body, he was very worried about whether he would die.
Liang Yuanque seemed to have read through his thoughts, "Don't panic, no one will be killed. Do you have any medicine and gauze here? Just give it to me."
"Ouch, yes, yes!" Zhuang Youjie was already confused and didn't know what to do. He could only follow his instinct and follow Liang Yuanque's instructions.
Since I am a teacher, I usually have to deal with mischievous students who love to get themselves covered with bruises, so the school will distribute a medical kit to every teacher, including simple hemostatic medicine and gauze.
"Also, don't forget to close the door." Liang Yuanque added.
"Huh?" Zhuang Youjie, who was about to get the medical kit, didn't understand what he meant for a moment and stayed there for a moment.
Liang Yuanque had no choice but to use one hand to point to his door, "Close the door. You don't want others to see such a bloody person in your room!"
Zhuang Youjie thought the same thing. If the confused teacher next door got up for the night and took a curious look into the room, he would be as timid as a mouse and might faint on the spot.
So Zhuang Youjie went to close the door of the room, dragged out the medicine box from the top of the cabinet, and decided which wound was suitable to treat Liang Yuanque first.
The wound on the abdomen was bleeding profusely. Obviously, this location was more important, but after all, it was under the person's clothes. Zhuang Youjie suddenly felt that the relationship between them was not good enough to take off his clothes and treat the wound, right?
After thinking about it, he first used tweezers to dip a cotton ball in alcohol, then reached out to wipe the wound on Liang Yuanque's forehead, but was grabbed by the other party.
"Hey, Master, do you want to hurt me to death?"
"Eh?" Zhuang Youjie pinched the tweezers with a confused look on his face.
Liang Yuanque's movement involved the wound on his abdomen. He took a breath of pain and his expression became distorted. "Take out the gauze and wound medicine. I'll do it myself. Please give me a wet towel if you're tired." .”
"Oh, okay, okay." Zhuang Youjie didn't know how to deal with such a situation, so he chose to follow Liang Yuanque's instructions unconditionally, pulled a towel and went to the washbasin to pour water.
He twisted the wet towel and came back. Liang Yuanque had already taken off his shirt, gently wiped the blood from the wound on his ribs with gauze, and evenly sprinkled the wound medicine powder on the wound.
The medicinal powder was irritating to a certain extent, and Liang Yuanque gritted his teeth to endure the stinging sensation.
Zhuang Youjie watched his movements blankly. It wasn't until his expression softened that he handed him the wet towel, "Mr. Liang, this is a stab wound. Who did you meet?"
"Hey, you can see it all, there is progress." Liang Yuanque raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were full of surprise.
That is! Zhuang Youjie's heart was filled with pride. During the nearly one year since Liang Yuanque was separated, he went to the library to read books about solving crimes when he had time, and accumulated a lot of knowledge just for this moment of showing off. .
However, he still had to pretend to be reserved on his face, pretending not to care about Liang Yuanque's words, and stuffed the wet towel into his hand, "It's nothing, I just happened to read two more books recently."
Liang Yuanque took the towel and wiped the almost dried blood on his face, finally revealing his wonderfully delicate face. While wiping his face, he said to Zhuang Youjie,
"Ha, in that case, can you tell what kind of knife I was stabbed by?"
Zhuang Youjie was stunned for a moment, wondering how it was possible to see this!
