Wanderer

Chapter 118 End

When he walked out of the elevator, a stretcher covered with a white cloth passed by Wen Hai. He hadn't slept all night, his brain was blown away by the phone call from Hong Dui early in the morning, and he gave several doctors and nurses helplessly. The personnel gave way and continued walking towards the ward.

The smell of disinfectant was stronger than that of any other day, and the further you walked into the corridor, the more choking the smell became. A nurse with an iron pan hurried past, piled up like a mountain of gauze stained with blood, emitting an indescribable smell. Rancid, Wen Hai stopped, and let out a dry retch from his throat.

There are already a bunch of people in front of the ward of Mr. Xie, and it seems that even the media have come. This person suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest at four o'clock this morning, and he went back and forth to rescue him three times. It seems that he is going to pass the dangerous period. Some inexplicable complications were caused by the disease, and the death was swift and neat without leaving any time for the people present to react.

At this moment, everyone finally called his real name that had not been called for decades—"Dai Guosheng, 68 years old, time of death was 32:[-] in the morning."

The master came over to support Wen Hai, looked at him hesitantly, his eyes were not so much remorse as happiness, and finally softened his voice, and comforted him: "At any rate, he was caught. If you leave, it should be your life."

"Where's the person?" Wen Hai raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "Where's Dai Guosheng?"

The master hesitated for a moment, then pointed in the direction where he just came, "Just pulled away...you want to go to the morgue... Wen Hai! Wen Hai——! What the hell are you doing?! He's already dead! Dai Guosheng What the hell do you want to do?!"

Wen Hai's strength was astonishing, maybe he didn't show any mercy to the old man in front of him who was his master. After shaking off the arm that was pulling him, he turned around and walked out in big strides. Hong Dui, who was watching, hurriedly chased after him, pressing his shoulders one by one and pressing them against the wall. The master shouted: "Wen Hai! What the hell are you trying to do?! Dai Guosheng is dead! Qi Jian is also dead! Can you fucking..."

He suddenly lost his voice, what else could he do to Wen Hai?What else can Wen Hai do?

"Qi Jian——" Wen Hai yelled in a low voice, and the blood in his eyes deepened when he looked at the old man, "Did he kill Qi Jian? Did he kill Qi Jian?!"

"...Xiao Hai," the master closed his eyes, "he is already dead."

"Did he kill Qi Jian?! Did he fucking admit that he killed Qi Jian?!" Wen Hai broke away from Hong Dui's hand, squeezed his master's shoulder tightly, and bent his knees forward, almost wanting to Kneeling pose, "Why won't you let me see him?! I've been waiting 30 fucking years! Why won't you let me see him!"

"Wen Hai!" Captain Hong shouted in a low voice, "Who dares to let you see him with your current appearance?!"

The master raised his hand, "Captain Hong, go and take care of your business, I'm fine here."

"you……"

"It's okay." The master looked at Wen Hai who stepped back a few steps and stood with his head bowed against the wall, "It's time to settle this matter."

After negotiating with the staff in charge of the mortuary, the master walked out of the office door, Wen Hai sat on the bench in the opposite corridor and waited, saying that death is like a lamp being extinguished, and half of his candle was blown in the wind. Floating around, dying, the whole person was exhausted, the fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little, because it was in the hospital, the cigarette was not lit, so he just held it in his mouth, and finally turned into a ball of chewed tobacco.

"Let's go." The master patted him on the shoulder, "It's only 5 minutes, don't worry about it after reading it."

Wen Hai got up calmly, walking at a leisurely pace, like an ordinary corpse examination.

For 30 years, this is the first time Wen Hai has really met the evil master. Those photos, images and glimpses in the chaos messily sketched a vicious, treacherous and insane image in his mind, and now everything collapses, leaving only A skinny, ordinary old man here let the living people carry him back and forth like a piece of dead meat. Those storms and stormy years that have been overwhelmed have also become a eulogy of "heinous crime, death is not a pity", and fell to the ground. There was no sound, and they dispersed in an instant.

It is not easy for most people to live to the age of death without being called "died".

The little nurse who came to take care of him didn't know what the relationship between the man in front of him and the deceased was, so she kindly comforted him: "My condolences have changed, the old man passed away peacefully, and he didn't suffer any serious crimes."

The master didn't have time to stop it, and saw that sentence entered Wen Hai's ears. The man who had been looking down at the corpse without saying a word nodded to the little nurse, thanked him, turned around and walked out.

The master followed him out, and he could feel that Wen Hai was still looking forward to a turnaround or an answer not long ago.As described in TV dramas and novels, after many years, good and evil will be rewarded, the heroic soul rests in peace, and the blood is still there.At least at the very least, there must be a camera that scans the villain's distraught face.

It shouldn't have ended like this. There is no way for bad people to die in the world. After all, how many people have done good deeds all their lives but still have a good death.

But he couldn't give Wen Hai an answer. This is a hospital, and there is no shortage of life and death.Life and death never make sense.He wanted to say that this is all fate, but what is fate? It seems that it is also used to deceive people when they have no way to survive.

Wen Hai has no more expectations now, he complied with the world and put on a posture for the onlookers to comment on, praising that justice will be late but not absent, and like Qi Jian, he has only been silent since then.

The man was waiting at the elevator entrance with his back turned to him. He should have heard footsteps and said without turning his head, "Sorry master, I was wrong just now. You did the right thing. I shouldn't have met this man when he was alive. See you!" It’s inevitable that you will have to do it, even if you don’t do it, I’m afraid I don’t know what to say.”

"You——ah!" The master put his hands on his shoulders, "Qi Jian can have someone like you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Hai quickly turned his head away, gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and after a few seconds, his straight body suddenly collapsed.

"Cry, this matter will be over after crying." The master closed his eyes, and touched Wen Hai's hair like a comforting child, "It's been 30 years, knowing you is not easy."

Wen Hai turned his face back, except for the red eye circles, but his expression was indifferent, he smiled slightly at the master, and said: "Where is this time to cry, the evil master left in such a hurry, there must be a pile of paperwork , his men who have not been caught are still wandering in Tongcheng, I have to take someone to set up a card and arrange it quickly."

The master stretched out his hand to touch his face, met the man's Gujing Wubo eyes, sighed heavily, waved his hand and said: "OK, OK, you are the busiest, go quickly, don't delay your first-class meritorious service."

After leaving the hospital, Wen Hai detoured to the martyrs cemetery on his way to work. This time he didn't buy flowers, but bought a cigarette that Qi Jian liked but couldn't smoke. When he walked to the entrance of the row of tombstones, he accidentally found There were actually two people standing in front of the tombstone—Qi Jun and Wen Zefeng.

The fucking two even hugged a bouquet of flowers.

The hurried pace immediately braked the car, Wen Hai subconsciously took a step back, and bumped into the volunteers behind who participated in the voluntary activity of martyrs' grave sweeping. Then he quickly stuck out his tongue, swallowed his complaints, and asked softly, "Are you here to pay homage to your comrades in arms?"

Wen Hai lowered his head and glanced at the girl in a daze, without saying a word, turned around in a hurry, walked a few steps and felt something was wrong, turned around and stuffed the cigarette into the girl's hand, and begged embarrassingly: "That ...Can you help me put this cigarette...in front of the sixth tombstone from the left in this row?"

The girl was stunned and didn't dare to pick up the things. She blinked and asked, "You, why don't you go by yourself? Here..."

"Forget it, it's okay." Wen Hai withdrew his hand, smiled apologetically at the girl, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's okay...I'm sorry just now, I..."

The more he talked, the more he felt that he looked like a fool who was possessed by a ghost today. He sighed in frustration, and ran out of the martyr's cemetery regardless of the little girl's shouts behind him.

Standing in front of Qi Jian's tombstone, Wen Zefeng and Qi Jun were talking. A girl who looked like a college student came over holding flowers, counted from left to right solemnly, and after confirming that it was the sixth one, she took out a flower from the bouquet. A lily lay low in front of the monument.

Qi Jun, who was watching the whole process, asked curiously, "Girl, do you know who this is, so put flowers in front?"

The girl replied seriously: "He is a hero worthy of my flowers."

Qi Jun, who was choked, laughed and stopped talking, but Wen Zefeng asked with great interest: "Then why do you just give flowers to this... Did someone ask you for help just now?"

The girl let out an "uh" and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing her expression, Wen Zefeng understood, "Please help, is that guy in his 30s, wearing a police uniform, with a scar on his face? Do you know what he does? Just help him like this?"

Looking at the back of the girl's fast footsteps, Qi Jun said with a smile: "The girl is also kind, you scare people away, how can Xiao Hai behave?"

Wen Zefeng knelt down to straighten the lily in the vase, and said to himself, "So Xiaohai knows everything."

"Although I just found out that Xiao Hai knew about this, I don't seem to be surprised at all... This kid has been lying for 30 years, just to get my brother back, and put his energy elsewhere. Now he is very promising." Qi Jun squinted at Wen Zefeng's face, "How do you feel, my father? My brother has completely brought up your old son as himself, so you don't want to dig the grave to settle accounts now Bar?"

Wen Zefeng suddenly laughed: "I kind of want to call Wen Hai over and beat him up now."

"Hey!" Qi Jun hurriedly kicked the man, "Don't be so fucking messy right now, hit Xiao Hai in front of my brother, be careful that he crawls out and drags you in."

"Brother Jian, you're probably blaming me too, for not being a father, for making Xiaohai like this." Wen Zefeng wiped the dust off the tombstone with a wet towel, "It's a pity, Brother Jian, are you two younger brothers still alive?" No, let Xiao Hai avenge you in the end, if you know, let Xiao Hai have an easy life for the rest of his life, this child is too wronged."

At the foot of the mountain, Wen Hai leaned against the car, squinted his eyes at the tombstones lined up in the mountains, and finally fell on the sun, he stood at attention, raised his hand to salute, and said goodbye.

When Qi Jian passed away, it was not fashionable to leave photos on the tombstone. The stone tablet was bare, with only the sentence "Iron Blood Casts the Heroic Soul" branded on it. The clear water flowed through the dents on the body of the monument, washing away the mottled red paint, and a bright sun slanted In contrast, a tall and straight figure vaguely stood up and waved to this brand-new world.

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