At noon the next day, they carried a piece of bacon to the Western-style Building District and knocked on the door of Building 4.
The person who opened the door was Sister-in-law Su Linhao.
Her eyes were red and swollen, she had obviously just cried, and she was in a depressed state. She opened the door without asking who it was.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Is Lin Hao here?" After Wen Qizhou briefly introduced himself, he slightly raised his hand holding the bacon: "I'm here to deliver something to him."
"Lin Hao, he..."
"What's up with him?"
My sister-in-law was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.
Su Linhao's eldest brother Su Heng came over at this time and saw that the person standing outside the door was Wen Qizhou, so he invited them to come inside and sit down.
He was quite familiar with Wen Qizhou, and he had heard from Su Linhao about his coming to the city, so it was not surprising to see him.
"Lin Hao had an accident last night." Su Heng probably didn't close his eyes all night, his face was extremely ugly, and there was sadness in his eyes.
When he came home from get off work last night, he suddenly heard the news about Su Linhao's accident, and hurried to Linshan Lake with the person who reported the news.
But when he stepped onto the boat, Su Linhao fell to the ground and had lost his vitality and could never be saved.
He wiped the tears from his eyes: "The doctor suspected that he died suddenly due to excessive drinking."
Since the deceased had no external injuries, further autopsy is needed to find out the cause of death, so it can only be said to be suspicious.
But since they didn't have any enmity with anyone, and they didn't find out about the drinking problem, they decided that Su Linhao's death was an accident.
"Alas." Wen Qizhou sighed heavily.
He put the bacon on the table, patted Su Heng on the shoulder and asked him to express his condolences: "Where is Lin Hao now? I want to see him."
"Backyard." He asked people to set up a shed in the backyard early in the morning and quickly made a coffin.
Su Linhao was lying in the coffin at the moment.
He was wearing an ironed shirt and trousers, his hands were neatly folded on his abdomen, and his eyes were closed peacefully.
Taking one look at his face that was paler than ordinary people, Wen Qizhou calmly averted his gaze, said a few words of comfort to Su's mother who was sitting next to him and was weeping silently, and then burned a few stacks of yellow and white paper they found.
"Brother Heng, how long will it take for him to be buried?"
"Three days later."
"Then I'll come over and help." As a "good brother", Wen Qizhou naturally couldn't just look at him and forget about it.
He and Su Heng agreed on a time to take Chi Yue out of the grief-filled environment, and the regret in his eyes disappeared instantly.
As she gradually distanced herself from the foreign building, Chi Yue tugged on his sleeves twice: "How many cephalosporins did you give him?"
"Five."
"Can a blood test detect it?"
"No." He was reading a medical book recently: "Although cephalosporins have an impact on the number of white blood cells, through blood tests, it cannot be found that he had taken cephalosporins before his death."
Chi Yue was taught a lesson.
I have to say that his trick is really good, even if he is under the eyes of the Su family, it will not arouse their suspicion.
If the past life could be silent...
It doesn't seem possible. She was so poor in her previous life that she would break every cephalosporin in half to eat. How could she be willing to give five to others.
She pulled back her wandering thoughts, no longer imagined the established facts, held his hand tightly and walked slowly in the direction where she came from.
*
Su Linhao was buried on a hillside somewhere in Linyun Mountain. Wen Qizhou, who helped dig earth to cover the coffin, looked at the hillside where the wooden monument was erected, and the accumulated hatred dissipated with the wind.
He said goodbye to the Su family, returned to the hotel to meet Chi Yue, and together they dragged the inflated rubber boat down the mountain.
"Brother Wen!" By coincidence, I met Xu Qian, a talkative young man who was going down the mountain with his friends: "Are you going down the mountain too?"
"Yeah." He and Chi Yue hadn't been out for a long time, mainly because they wanted to see what was going on down the mountain.
"Then let's get together?"
"also."
It's safer when there are more people.
Wen Qizhou put the rubber boat on the water, helped Chi Yue get on the boat, and each took an oar to paddle toward the city.
Xu Qian, who was lagging behind, caught up with them.
"Brother Wen, I know where the supplies are!" He looked up the route map he drew: "You just follow me."
Without them asking, he told them that the road map was drawn by his parents who had worked in Lincheng for many years.
It does look very detailed.
Wen Qizhou and Chi Yue did not refuse.
They rowed the rubber boat and followed Xu Gan, their eyes wandering on the buildings they passed along the way.
After six consecutive days of hail, the older buildings were riddled with holes. Glass fragments and damaged tiles from the walls were floating on the water around them.
Office buildings and LED displays with glass curtain walls are full of spider webs struck by hail at a glance.
Occasionally, broken glass fell down.
Watching the smashed glass splashing with water, the two ships silently moved away from the office building to avoid unnecessary disaster.
After rowing nearly three kilometers, Xu Gan pointed to a building with strip brick exterior walls and told them to stop by the window.
They put away the oars, stepped over the bow of the boat and stepped into the smashed window, and then dragged the two rubber boats into the house.
"Let's go to the tenth floor first." Xu Gan told them that there are two private restaurants on the tenth and thirteenth floors: "My dad came here yesterday to look for them. He said there was a lot of rice and noodles left in the restaurant."
Dad Xu couldn't take them all away yesterday, so he gave him this "difficult" task.
"No wonder." No wonder he was so sure.
They walked up the stairs to the tenth floor and went to the storage room of the first private kitchen to take a look at the supplies piled inside.
There are not many supplies.
The total amount of rice and noodles is close to one hundred kilograms. Seasonings and dry goods are also scattered here and there, and there is nothing else.
The situation on the thirteenth floor is similar, but it is indeed more than enough to meet the short-term needs of a family.
When Xu Qian proposed to share the supplies equally, Chi Yue and Wen Qizhou did not agree. The former said, "Since it is what my uncle left for you, twenty kilograms of rice and noodles are enough for us."
They didn't want to take advantage of him, but if they said they didn't want a pound of rice or noodles, it would go against the current environment.
Only meaning.
"That won't work! Brother Wen even helped me."
"What did he help you with?"
"You held an umbrella for me when it was hailing." Xu Gan pointed to his forehead and said seriously: "If Brother Wen hadn't helped me, I would have had more than one bump on my head."
Wen Qizhou: "..."
That's not called a gang at all.
If it wasn't an emergency, arguing with Xu Gan would delay their ability to find cover, and he would have pushed him away.
"It's just a small matter." Wen Qizhou insisted on not sharing more supplies and picked up bags of rice and noodles: "There is enough for the two of us."
Xu Qian could only give up.
They carried the supplies back to the sixth floor, stacked them on the rubber boat, and then gently pushed it to the water.
"Is there anywhere else you want to go?"
"No." Chi Yue explained her decision not to continue looking for supplies on the grounds that she had made an appointment with others to have dinner together at noon.
They went down the mountain to observe the water level.
I had seen it before, and there were signs of flooding on the eighth floor, indicating that the water level had dropped to the height of two floors.
It should be completely gone by the end of January.
(End of chapter)
