After bidding farewell to Huang Yang, they went to the second grade teacher's office, but did not see Qin Nanzhu. After asking around, no one knew where she had gone.
Both of them felt vaguely uneasy. How could the person involved disappear as soon as they found clues. However, a teacher in the office provided Qin Nanzhu's phone number, and Liu Mengwei tried to call it, but the call was answered quickly.
Qin Nanzhu behaved calmly on the phone and could not hear anything unusual. She said that she suddenly felt unwell just now, so she took half a day off and went home to rest.
Qin Nanzhu's voice sounded really weak: "I'm sorry, officer. I'm really not feeling well today. I took medicine just now and I'm very sleepy now. Do you think this is okay? When I feel better tomorrow, Go directly to your police station for questioning."
She had already said so, and Wen Qiao and Liu Mengwei had nothing to do. Besides, with the little evidence they have, they may not be able to find the bird that has been invisible. Now, we can only wait until she arrives at the administrative detachment tomorrow and then adapt to the situation.
The next day, Qin Nanzhu came to the Criminal Investigation Detachment as promised.
Ling Feng was a little surprised when he saw her: "Teacher Qin, why are you here? What happened?"
Qin Nanzhu was obviously more surprised than Ling Feng: "Didn't we agree yesterday that I would come today?"
She smiled softly, like a harmless little white rabbit.
"Really?" Ling Feng was a little confused, "Why didn't I know? Who asked you to come?"
Qin Nanzhu thought for a moment and then said: "Actually, I didn't see anyone yesterday. We talked on the phone. Because I suddenly felt unwell yesterday, I asked for leave in advance and went home."
"You didn't receive a scam call, did you?" Ling Feng looked at her doubtfully.
Qin Nanzhu was also stunned, and then smiled: "No, Officer Ling is really good at joking. I just came from school, and my colleagues in the office said that the police did come to me yesterday, and they gave me my phone number. , I heard he’s a tall, thin, handsome police officer here.”
Ling Feng understood most of it as soon as he heard it, and said to Ma Xiaochao who was not far away: "Go to the basement level and call the tall and handsome police officer up."
Ma Xiaochao was stunned for three seconds: "Ah? Captain, who are you talking about?"
Ling Feng just thought he was pretending to be stupid and was joking, and glanced at him angrily: "Who else?"
But Ma Xiaochao continued to be in a daze and asked tentatively: "Captain... you are not... talking about yourself, are you?"
Ling Feng didn't expect that he really misunderstood her, so he said angrily and funny: "What did you say?"
"Aren't you the tallest and most handsome police officer here?" Ma Xiaochao still looked at him with his innocent and bright eyes.
Seeing Ma Xiaochao's serious expression, Ling Feng finally understood what he meant just now, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You kid! I asked you to go to the forensic room to call Director Wen!"
Qin Nanzhu was listening and laughing from ear to ear. He finally stopped laughing and said with emotion: "The atmosphere here is really good."
Ling Feng also showed a bright smile that was rare in these days: "We are all comrades fighting side by side, people who can hand over their backs."
"It sounds really enviable." Qin Nanzhu said sincerely.
Not long after, Wen Qiao also walked over from the door. He saw Qin Nanzhu and just nodded slightly towards her.
Before he could speak, Ling Feng took the lead and asked: "Teacher Qin said that a policeman went to find her yesterday, was it you?"
Wen Qiao said softly: "Liu Mengwei and I found something."
"She went too?" Ling Feng didn't expect that the two of them would investigate the case together.
At this time, Qin Nanzhu also interjected: "Is she the lady who called me yesterday? What on earth do you want to see me for?"
Wen Qiao suddenly looked at her seriously, and his deep gaze made her heart tighten.
Several documents on the table all bore traces of erosion from time. A memory that had been sealed in dust for twenty years was now forcefully pulled out. The wounds were bloody and the chest was empty.
"Did you write the words on this insurance policy?" Wen Qiao asked straight to the point.
Qin Nanzhu picked up the piece of paper and looked at it for a long time before putting it down. When she raised her head again, her eyes were full of surprise and disbelief. Wen Qiao was ready to hear her answer, but Ling Feng still looked detached from the situation. He had no idea what Wen Qiao and Liu Mengwei had found yesterday, and they were not asking now. Due to the timing, I could only listen to the two of them finish their words first in confusion.
"Where did you find this thing?"
"Did you write it?" Wen Qiao didn't answer, but asked the question again.
"Yes!" Wen Qiao was already ready to take out the poem and compare it in front of her. Unexpectedly, Qin Nanzhu directly and happily admitted: "I didn't expect that the handwriting I wrote when I was a child is quite different from what I write now. Big, I don’t feel anything has changed when I write it day after day, but when I read it after a long interval, it has changed so much!”
"When did you write it?"
"Well... it should have been when I was in junior high school." She tilted her head, thinking hard, and gave a vague answer.
"Why are you writing this?" Wen Qiao suddenly felt that this inquiry was a little too smooth.
"Of course I can't write this kind of thing myself," Qin Nanzhu raised his head with a sincere look in his eyes: "Someone else probably asked me to write this for him."
"Who is it?" Wen Qiao felt that he was infinitely close to the truth.
"Teacher Huang."
"Which Teacher Huang?"
"That's Mr. Huang Yanghuang, the dean of our school now. He was my physics teacher at Yingde Middle School at the time."
Speaking of this, Qin Nanzhu's eyes were blurred, and he seemed to have fallen into the green and beautiful youth again: "After a big circle, I returned to my alma mater, and became colleagues with the teachers who taught me before, as if this is my destination. Same."
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314 Medical Research Institute.
Liu Mengwei and Qiu Yuchuan stood outside the door of Ward No. 17, and there were two people in the room, one was a girl who was like a flower, and the other was an old man who was like withered grass.
The girl's eyes that had been closed finally opened. Those clear and innocent eyes looked at the old man, gradually becoming moist and filled with tears.
"It has been 20 years and I have never seen my Jasmine in my dreams. Why do you think this is? People say that I miss her every day and dream at night. Why is it that when I miss her every day, she is still in my dreams?" You don't want to see me even once?" The old man grabbed her hand, his voice was sincere and sad.
"Red jasmine, lush green; yellow pines and cypresses, bare, young birds with broken wings, white horses with broken hooves." The girl hummed softly in his ear.
A line of hot tears finally rolled down the old man's wrinkled face: "Those nights, you sang this song for me, and I finally dreamed of my Jasmine. Thank you for bringing her into my dreams."
"Sing for me again, I'm afraid I'll never hear you sing again."
The girl didn't move, just stared into the void in a daze.
"Please, let me see her again, let me see my daughter again!" The old man begged.
The girl trembled, and her face suddenly flashed with brilliance for a moment, as if she had returned from another time and space.
"dad……"
"What?" When the old man heard these two words, his body trembled suddenly and he asked in disbelief.
"The Flower Goddess..."
"The Flower Goddess said...she knows."
The last jasmine petal fell from the delicate branches without a trace, silently, but with the weight of thunder.
The miserable and desolate atmosphere exploded like a firework with passion and determination, filling the entire room in an instant, seeping out bit by bit from the cracks in the door, and quietly crawling up Liu Mengwei's body - she was leaving. This remnant soul exhausted her last energy and completed her unfinished mission that night, her mission as a maid of the Flower Goddess.
Just at this moment, Qiu Yuchuan approached her with ill intentions, and his voice was light, elegant, cold and strange: "He is about to die."
"How do you know?" Liu Mengwei didn't show any surprise, but just gave him a flat look.
"Said on the 17th." In contrast to her coldness, Qiu Yuchuan looked extremely excited.
"Did you feel it too?" Qiu Yuchuan seemed to be challenging her nerves every moment: "When a person is about to die, you hear the sound made when the strings on the body are broken one by one. ? What a beautiful song of death that is!"
"If I die, will you be sad for me?" Liu Mengwei suddenly asked quietly.
"Won't."
"Really?" She was not surprised. .
"I won't let you die." Qiu Yuchuan smiled evilly.
"Oh." Liu Mengwei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes moving, like a transcendent goddess and a queen looking down on the world: "In this case, let me mourn for you."
