The white walls on all sides and the quiet room all reveal a terrifying and eerie feeling. Yes, this is a hospital.
Huang Yizhe stood quietly in front of the hospital bed, looking at the still unconscious Ling Moqi lying on the hospital bed, and sighed slightly.
He found Ling Moqi on the first floor. At that time, she was lying on the ground motionless. Her head was broken and she was bleeding a lot. He was frightened at the time and didn't know what happened.
Later, after asking the students who had witnessed it, I found out that her feet were slippery, so she accidentally rolled down the stairs on the second floor and hit her head.
When Huang Yizhe saw this scene, he immediately panicked. He quickly rushed out with Ling Moqi in his arms, got directly into the police car, and sounded the siren all the way until he finally arrived at Renxin Hospital.
Fortunately, the doctor said it was nothing serious. Although he broke his head, no bones were injured. It was just a skin injury. He would be fine when he woke up.
"Xiao Qi, tell me, what happened? You have always been very careful. How could you fall down the stairs because your feet slipped? Was someone pushing you?"
However, this answer will only be known when Ling Moqi wakes up.
After a long time, Ling Moqi's hand suddenly moved slightly. She opened her eyes slightly. The first thing she saw was the snow-white ceiling above her head. Then she turned her eyes sideways and saw Huang Yizhe, only his hand.
He was holding her tightly.
"Where is this place?" Ling Moqi asked a silly question that everyone would ask after waking up.
Huang Yizhe quickly loosened his grip on Ling Moqi's hand and said calmly: "This is a hospital. You fell down the stairs and fainted."
"..." Ling Moqi frowned slightly, feeling her head hurt. She subconsciously touched her forehead with her hand, only to find that it had been wrapped in gauze, and she could vaguely feel a bulge there.
"What happened? Why did you suddenly fall down the stairs? Did someone push you?" Huang Yizhe asked continuously.
"No, I accidentally slipped my foot, so I fell." Ling Moqi looked at the drip on her wrist and couldn't help but sigh. She was actually hospitalized because of this.
"Why are you so careless? What is it? You have to be so anxious. If anything happens to you, how can I explain to Uncle Ling!" The tone sounded like he was reproaching, but in fact Huang Yizhe was feeling sorry for her.
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"Okay, I will be careful next time," Ling Moqi frowned and suddenly said: "Yizhe, guess what I saw when I walked out of the 426 dormitory."
"What is it?" Huang Yizhe asked anxiously.
Ling Moqi no longer pretended, and said directly: "I saw the person with the pink and purple button on his clothes!"
Huang Yizhe was shocked and said: "Really? Where is that person now? Do you still remember what the person with that button looks like?"
"I...I didn't see that person clearly." Ling Moqi frowned slightly, not having a deep impression of the girl who accidentally knocked her down, because it was sudden and the girl kept her head down.
He said sorry to her, so she didn't see her clearly at all. It was only when she was about to turn around and leave that she noticed the pink-purple button on the snow-white shirt she was wearing.
"Xiao Qi, are you sure you read it correctly?" Huang Yizhe raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ling Moqi nodded resolutely and said: "Of course, I will never be wrong. Although it was sudden at the time, I recognized that button. It was the button left at the scene of Cai Feiyi's suicide!"
"According to what you said, there really is such a person," Huang Yizhe couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart and said, "Are our guesses correct? Is this really not an ordinary suicide, but a homicide?"
"Yes, it must be a homicide! It's definitely a homicide!" Ling Mo Qidu believed.
"If it was his death, who would it be? Who would kill Cai Feiyi and then make it look like she was dead?" Huang Yizhe sighed softly, "Xiao Qi, do you know? When you were unconscious, I
I asked Bu Zhuang to check it out, and it turned out that the stool Cai Feiyi hung herself on was actually the stool she usually sat on in the classroom of Class 1, Grade 3."
"No way?" Ling Mo Qiyi said in surprise.
"It's true," Huang Yizhe couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Xiaoqi, do you think this is strange? If a person wanted to kill her, why would he go to the classroom of Class 1, Class 3 to remove the stool she was sitting on?
Bring it here? Isn’t she afraid of being discovered?”
Ling Moqi also said: "This is indeed very wrong, but maybe the murderer is very cunning. She wanted to cover up something on purpose, so she deliberately created the illusion."
Huang Yizhe sighed: "Okay, let's assume that the murderer did it to create an illusion, but why did she create such an illusion? What was she deliberately concealing?"