Silent Reading Chapter 142: Edmund Dantes (13)

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The second hospital, half an hour ago——

Tao Ran was **** with splints and bandages, and he was fastened to the bed on all sides. A bunch of unruly hair on the top of his head was still reluctantly tilting Lao Gao, and his image was a bit funny. When Xiao Haiyang went to see him, the ward was very lively, Yang Zhengfeng's youngest daughters Yang Xin and Chang Ning were both there.

Tao Ran stayed in the hospital for a few days, and he was barely able to speak, but he was a little stammered. At first, his attending doctor was very nervous. He suspected that this symptom was hurting his head, and he pulled him out for a round of examinations. Later, it was discovered that the problem was not in his head, but in the girl. If Chang Ning didn't come, he would speak neatly.

With Chang Ning, even Xiao Haiyang felt inexplicably not suitable for staying here for a long time. After sitting for a few minutes, he was sure that Tao Ran would not be in any danger, and then left in tandem with Yang Xin.

"Big Brother Xiao." Yang Xin stopped him. Because of Lao Yang, Yang Xin knew all the people in uniform, so he called his brother when they met.

Xiao Haiyang agreed somewhat uncomfortably.

Yang Xin shook her phone: "I ordered a few boxes of fruits and drinks and sent them to the entrance of the hospital. Can you help me move them? To the nurses' station, the nurses from Brother Tao and my mother. We all have to send it."

Even though Xiao Haiyang was a little bit indifferent and did not distinguish between grains, but the little girl made a request, he had no choice but to refuse, so he had to follow Yang Xin as a porter in silence.

Beverages and fruits are important things. A few steps from the gate of the hospital to the inpatient department, Xiao Haiyang felt that his pitiful little muscles were about to be squeezed and exploded, and he was hanging from his neck full of veins. Tone, sweating out in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

Looking at his virtue, Yang Xin was really overwhelmed, and took the initiative to help him lighten a little weight: "Let’s take a shortcut—oh, Brother Xiao, how can you catch bad guys like this?"

Xiao Haiyang has no time to answer, too tired to breathe.

Yang Xin took Xiao Haiyang to the inpatient department in a familiar way. He almost gasped for a mushroom cloud midway, so he found a place not in the way, and signaled Xiao Haiyang to put things down for a rest: "Go ahead. Go, go through that door, turn around again, go to my mother's floor, and say it was sent by Fu Jiahui's family. When you go to the floor of Brother Tao and others, you will say "Sent by Tao Ran's family", which patient sent it. People know everything in their hearts, and they will take care of them more conscientiously in the future-this is what my elders taught me when my mother was just hospitalized."

This girl is only in her early twenties. Her father has passed away. She only lives with one mother. Until now, there are not many people who depend on each other.

Yang Xin had to go to the hospital while going to school, learning everything. Xiao Haiyang had heard of her father Yang Zhengfeng. He would look at her. He felt a little bit uncomfortable in his heart. He searched for a while, he just said very bluntly: "I Know that your dad is a hero."

"British is not a hero, he doesn't know it anyway," Yang Xin lowered her head, and then smiled a little bitterly. "When you think about it, heroes and villains sometimes end in the same way. A pile of rotten bones, in comparison, the bad guys are lawless when they are alive, and they can be more enjoyable."

Xiao Haiyang didn't know how to talk to each other, but was touched by her few words, and the two of them fell silent for a moment in embarrassment.

Behind the two of them happened to be a stairwell, but not many people usually used it. They were all locked. While moving his stiff wrist, Xiao Haiyang was staring at the glass on the stairwell door in a daze. Suddenly, he saw a man in the uniform of a carer passing by.

The stairwell on this floor was locked. Xiao Haiyang didn't expect someone to go upstairs from here, so he couldn't help but take another look-at this time, he noticed that the nurse was actually a man taller than himself. Whether it is a nurse or a caregiver, men are rare. Occasionally I meet one or two men, most of whom are older men, and almost never see young adults.

However, this man has broad shoulders and is quite sturdy. He walks fast and winds under his feet. He is never more than forty years old.

He was wearing a nurse uniform of the second hospital standard, and a large mask strictly on his face. His face was covered with only one pair of eyes. He looked at Xiao Haiyang, and the man quickly looked away again. Nodded slightly, and hurried past.

Xiao Haiyang frowned. I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the other's eyes were a little dodge.

Before Xiao Haiyang had time to think about it, Yang Xin, who was next to him, suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes gently.

Xiao Haiyang was taken aback: "...Huh? What did you say?"

"I just asked," Yang Xin asked him, holding his chin, "Is the suspect who caused Brother Tao to be hospitalized soon coming out of severe illness? How long will you let him stay in the hospital? It's cheap."

Xiao Haiyang's expression was blank for a moment: "Yin Ping is coming out of severe illness? Who did you listen to?"

Luo Wenzhou and the others just got the news that Yin Ping’s operation is not optimistic and may lose his mind...

"I heard people talking when I was serving my mother in the cafeteria at noon... Hey, wait!" Yang Xin sat on the beverage box, as if reacting to something, she suddenly became a little nervous and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Brother, will you keep this matter secret now?"

Xiao Haiyang stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly ran away.

Yang Xin jumped up: "Brother Xiao!"

Xiao Haiyang turned around and yelled at her: "You stay here, don't run around!"

Where did the rumor that Yin Ping was to be removed from the severe illness come from?

Who is spreading rumors?

Why?

There are plainclothes patrols outside the intensive care unit, and Fei Du’s eyeliner patrols farther away. Because of Yin Ping’s special identity, the wards where non-medical personnel are not allowed to enter during non-visiting hours have also arranged criminal police guards on duty, wearing isolation gowns , 24-hour shifts.

At this time, there is still half an hour before the shift time. The detective guarding inside has been alone for three and a half hours, and his spirits can't help but feel a little lax.

This is a very painful job. It is absolutely impossible to chat and play on mobile phones. Wrapped in isolation suits and masks, don’t breathe, but also pay attention to keep quiet, try to pretend that you are a wall flower, and it won’t affect you. Medical staff work. The Interpol, who was waiting for the shift, looked at his watch for the third time. He was very deprived of oxygen. He was wearing a mask and yawning inconveniently. He felt that his eyelids could not resist the gravitational force, and he almost fell to the floor.

Someone walked in, and the can't open the detective looked up, and then lowered his head in disappointment—it was a caregiver who came in, not a shift colleague.

The nurse on duty in the intensive care unit came to check the patient's condition every ten minutes. The little nurse had just gone out of the inspection. The nurse who had just come in may have not found anyone, and walked straight towards the criminal police officer.

He took a closer look, and the detective on duty realized that the caregiver was actually a man with a face under the mask and a pair of flattering smiles in his eyes.

The other person walked over and patted him on the shoulder, as if the nurse was not there, and there was something he needed to help, and he reached out and pointed behind him.

The detective on duty subconsciously raised his head along his hand, and the bare/exposed neck skin outside the isolation suit suddenly became cold, and someone suddenly poked a syringe! He was horrified, and it was too late to struggle. The man was very energetic, and he covered his mouth with one hand, and firmly clasped his arms. The liquid in the needle quickly poured into the blood vessel, and the police struggled more and more. The weaker, after a while, he fell silently.

The male "nursing worker" held him on the temporarily erected chair with a blank face, and turned and walked towards Yin Ping's hospital bed.

At this moment, the nurse who had run away happened to come back. She looked up and saw the caregiver standing at the bedside of the patient. She was stunned, showing a suspicious look-the working hours of the caregiver are fixed, and the nurse on duty has to make uniform arrangements. Time is obviously not when he should come.

The nurse paused slightly, and said in the roar of a piece of medical equipment: "Hey, you..."

The male nurse ignored her abrupt voice, and quickly put another syringe against Yin Ping's neck, who was unconscious.

The nurse on duty already felt wrong instinctively, and took a few steps forward and was taken aback when he saw his movements. She was too late to call someone. The first reaction was to jump on her own: "What are you doing!"

Xiao Haiyang's pair of useless legs was purely for keeping balance when sitting down. At this time, he was able to perform beyond his level. He stepped on the wind and rushed to the outside of the intensive care unit.

A circle of plain clothes staring at him were all startled by him. Xiao Haiyang ran so dark in front of him, he leaned on the wall and panted: "Have anyone been in there?"

"You have to swipe your card to enter the door, except for our people, it is the hospital." Lang Qiao saw that he was still a little angry, and the tone was also very blunt. Then, she remembered something, and said, "By the way, just went in. Nurse..."

Xiao Haiyang’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly remembered the weird male nurse who had just climbed up the locked stairwell.

Just as a doctor patrolling the room passed by, Xiao Haiyang rushed forward and pulled off the doctor's door card.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The doctor who inspected the room was dumbfounded, "You can't get in there! Wait!"

Xiao Haiyang broke into the intensive care unit without any explanation.

The loud noise of knocking open the door coincided with the scream of the little nurse.

The nurse rushed to the man's hand holding the syringe and was violently thrown away by the other party. Her feet staggered for a half circle, her hands still pulling the man's arm reluctantly, and when someone came, she hurriedly shouted: "Help! This person is not our hospital..."

The nurse didn't finish her words, the whole person was dragged over, her neck was tightly strangled, and a knife was placed on the artery: "Don't move!"

Xiao Haiyang's footsteps stopped suddenly, and the two sides stood in a stalemate for a while.

When Fei Du received a call from Luo Wenzhou, he raised his hand to interrupt Zhou Huaijin. Zhou Huaijin looked at him inexplicably as his expression became more and more serious, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Fei Du: "There was an accident."

Zhou Huaijin raised his hand at him: "I've almost finished talking about important things. If you are in a hurry, please ask for it first. We'll wait for another day..."

"Brother Zhou," Fei Du suddenly interrupted him, "Will you come with us as a witness?"

Zhou Huaijin had a meal.

"I know that in addition to you, Zhou has a few shareholders, and your entire family," Fei Du said slowly, "You can check this step privately and share the information with me. It's already very It’s not easy, I understand you don’t want to get involved further."

Zhou Huaijin moved her lips and looked at him anxiously in the small and quiet room.

"You are very innocent, and you are also very innocent," Fei Du said in a deep voice, "but your surname is Zhou, since Zhou Junmao and Zheng Kaifeng were bought/savage-when Zhou Yahou was murdered, you were destined to be involved. Brother Zhou, at this point, it’s impossible to take care of yourself."

Zhou Huaijin’s eye corners trembled nervously. For a while, he murmured: "You are right, some things are destined."

Just like when he came to this world at a very delicate moment, even the person who gave birth to him couldn't tell who his bones and blood belonged to.

Fei Du: "I feel that Yang Bo's problem is very important."

Zhou Huaijin took a breath, almost pinching his fingers into the teacup.

In the name of "tourism", he traced the bar code left by Mrs. Zhou to the Philippines by himself, and then returned home quietly. He didn't want to disturb anyone. What he found was shocking and pointed directly to Zhou's series The root of the scandal, but it’s just to find an explanation for myself, there is no other value—no matter the poor or hateful person in the story is dead—Zhou Huaijin came to Fei Du with a little talk. So I asked him to meet alone and had already booked a flight ticket to leave, planning to go to the place where Zhou Huaixin studied painting back then to live in seclusion.

"You already know the secret of the previous generation, but there is still a question that has no definite answer," Fei Du said. "Zheng Kaifeng arranged for Dong Gan to kill Zhou Junmao. Why did Dong Xiaoqing leave Zheng Kaifeng in the hotel alone? Go to the hospital to assassinate you?"

Zhou Huaijin was stunned: "It's not that when Zheng Kaifeng hired a murderer, he used my name to conceal people..."

"The murderer hired by Zheng Kaifeng has a strict membership system, and not everyone can be moved—Brother Zhou, are you a member of the murder club?"

Zhou Huaijin said silently: "What?"

"If you are not, it is impossible for Zheng Kaifeng to use your name," Fei Du said every word. "Moreover, Zheng Kaifeng's original intention was to let Zhou Junmao die in a car accident unconsciously and make everything look like It's all accidents. It's not the first time he has done this kind of activity, and he has never made any mistakes. Why should he be prepared to buy it by himself this time?"

Zhou Huaijin's mind was muddled, and her thoughts couldn't keep up with Fei Du's words. She felt that she had been running around for half a year, and the fact that she thought she had figured it out was confusing and confusing.

Fei Du took a deep look at him and got up to leave.

"Wait!"

Two minutes later, Zhou Huaijin canceled his trip and sat in the car that was speeding to the second hospital.

"I...I found out that Yang Bo's father died thirteen years ago," Zhou Huaijin said, "I ran into a seven-seater commercial vehicle. The car was a team from a company who went to bid for land. It was pretty sure."

"Is it handled as an accident?" Luo Wenzhou asked him as he drove the car fast, "It is not easy to crash all the people in the car at once, and at that point in time, there is no conspiracy theory. Do you think this is unnatural?"

"No," Zhou Huaijin said, "In fact, when this case was handled, they knew it was a murder, but public opinion was underdeveloped back then and it was blocked. I also asked a few business partners to inquire about it. Yeah. Yang Bo’s father called Yang Zhi. When the car crashed, his clothes were written in red letters with a big slogan protesting the demolitions. The target land was suspected of demolitions, and the Yang family was one of the victims. The company that bid for the land used to Cars were sent to inspect the land more than once, and the people didn’t know that the demolition was not the same as the developer. Yang Zhi should have mistakenly regarded the developer’s car as the culprit of the demolition. This incident was later resolved by private loss. Externally, it is only an accident."

Luo Wenzhou frowned.

"But the subtle thing is that after Yang Bo's father died, his mother moved away with the compensation, and moved to Yancheng, living in an upscale community with high rents, which theoretically exceeded her ability to pay. And she then sent Yang Bo out of the country to join the education project sponsored by Zhou."

Luo Wenzhou: "Yang Zhi's car accident was not for Zhou's service. Zhou Junmao and the others didn't need to pay extra compensation. Why?"

"Hostage." Fei Du said softly.

Luo Wenzhou: "Who is it used to threaten?"

"A boy with mediocre qualifications, probably only his parents can threaten." Fei Du murmured, "Moving to Yancheng...what can Zheng Kaifeng use her for? Thirteen years ago..."

Suddenly, Fei Du didn't know what he thought of, and his half-open eyes suddenly widened.