My name is Jiuliang, Chen Jiuliang. I am a policeman. Now I am married and have children. My husband is a colleague of mine. His name is Zheng Jiangtao.
I am not a person who is good at expressing myself, let alone using words to narrate a story, but someone asked me to write an ending for an old friend’s story. If it were someone else, I would not pay attention to it, but that person, I
I can't refuse, because he once bloomed in my heart like an epiphyllum.
No matter how beautiful it is, it only lasts for a moment. Just like when I appeared in his life, I was an outsider and the most unstable factor in the situation that was set up against him. I have experienced a lot with him, from a group of
I was so confused that I peeled off the cocoons to find out the truth. I was shocked by his wisdom and admired his persistence even more.
His name is Zhao Sanliang. He is a man who makes me tremble deep in my heart when I think about it. He is a scholar and romantic, but he does not have all the things that people who rely on writing have. He only has a mind.
I'm impressed. His vision for organizing things still affects me to this day.
There is truth everywhere in this world, what is missing is the eyes to discover the truth.
I no longer praise him, because no words can cover up the guilt in my heart.
After I broke up with him, he sent me an email explaining the entire truth. Although my analysis, although there were some inappropriate parts in this so-called truth, it was basically logically perfect.
I'm a police officer, and I can't let my curiosity interfere with my work. I finally put this innocuous matter aside.
If I had known that this was the last conversation I would have with Zhao Sanliang, I would not have made a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life.
The next time I saw him was at the Pingdingshan Mental Hospital.
I was carrying the fruit and saw him shivering in the corner. He had a torn coat and a dirty face. He was so embarrassed that I could hardly recognize him. The tiger who was walking with me was howling and crying.
He used his suit to wipe Zhao Sanliang's face hard, but he couldn't wipe it clean.
Those eyes were no longer wise, but looked at me, empty and confused.
The fruit in my hand fell to the ground and scattered all over the place, but I didn't bend down to pick it up. In my backpack, there was a gift I prepared for him.
A printed version of "The Dark Marriage", his last work.
—————— Chen Laohu found me a week ago. At that time, I was still working on a difficult case. At this time, Chen Laohu finally showed his keen intuition in the business field. Now he is
A well-known businessman in Qiqihar asked me if I wanted to see a friend. I asked who it was, and he replied that it was Zhao Sanliang. His illness did not heal, but he went completely crazy.
My heart skipped a beat, and something deep inside my heart broke.
I quickly handed over the case at hand and followed Chen Laohu to Pingdingshan.
Saw this scene in front of me.
Zhao Sanliang no longer recognizes me. I handed the book to him, but he didn't take it. Instead, he stretched out his black hands and looked at me. His eyes were full of prayer and he trembled: "Cigarette, can you give me a cigarette?"
?
I don’t smoke and have quit smoking for a long time because a few years ago, the man in front of me took out the cigarette from my mouth and attacked me with my words with a smile: You said, smoking is not good.
Tears finally blurred my eyes, and all my pride was shattered at this moment.
Chen Laohu took out the cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it for him while trembling. Zhao Sanliang smoked crazily, and the cigarette burned out after three puffs. After smoking, he lay comfortably in the corner, as if he was now
He is the happiest person in the world.
He has forgotten everyone and all his worries. His father passed away a year ago. Now there is only one mother in the family, but he does not recognize her.
And he was Master Wu Laogou. He was already in the advanced stage of liver cancer. He didn't even treat the disease. He used all his people to set up a trap for this apprentice. After the failure, he soon died in the hospital in Putian. All of this was caused by Chen
Tiger told me.
——After that email, Zhao Sanliang did not have any contact with me anymore. He is a proud person, too proud, too proud to accept the fact that he is a schizophrenic. He changed his phone number and logged out of his email address.
After moving, no one can find him.
I thought he had gone to a place where no one knew him, but who knew, he chose to return to his roots and returned to the Pingding Mountain where he was born and raised.
I grabbed his hand and saw several wounds on his wrist. I almost trembled all over. Chen Laohu told me that he had chosen to commit suicide several times without success, and finally drove himself crazy.
When the police found him, he was lying naked on the street and wrote a line of large letters on the ground with his own blood:
My soul finally returned to another world.
I'm really not a person who is good at using words to describe, so I don't know if you can understand my confusing expression, because when I wrote these words, my heart was also confused.
Huzi took Zhao Sanliang away at that time. He asked me if I could help send him abroad for treatment. It didn’t matter how much it cost. I nodded and said: I will try my best.
The two of us took out all the cash we had and left it to Zhao Sanliang's mother, a kind old man with silver hair who never saw a smile on his face. He drank a bowl of corn paste she cooked with pickled mustard, but he was already
It feels like the best delicious food in the world.
When we left, the old man also said: Tell Sanliang that I am in good health and that a grown man should take care of his own career.
I looked at this old man who once mistook me for his daughter-in-law and screamed.
mom.
She laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. Maybe she felt that her nearly fallen teeth were unsightly, so she even covered her mouth.
I exhausted my connections and finally settled the issue of Zhao Sanliang going abroad. Huzi gave me a big red envelope to express his gratitude, and took Zhao Sanliang out of the country. When I went to the United States, Huzi smiled at me when he left.
: Although I am a patriotic person, I have to admit that the foreign devils are really powerful, and I can definitely take care of the three-liang disease this time, believe me.
This was the last time I saw Zhao Sanliang in person.
Three months later, I saw Huzi. His face was full of exhaustion. I asked him how his situation was, and he said: "The doctor said there was no problem, but the patient's condition was very special.
He believed that he was a mental patient and a schizophrenic.
He reminded himself over and over again until he really went crazy.
This is the real reason why he went crazy. It seems that the trap set by that dead old man Wu Laogou not only failed to save him, but pushed him into the abyss of eternal destruction.
I knew what kind of bullshit reenactment plot could possibly save people?!"
I asked: Is there any solution?
Hu Zi said: The doctor prescribed drug treatment, but he said that whether he can wake up depends on the patient himself. But the special point of this case is that it is the patient who does not want to wake up. He even enjoys this mental state very much.
He doesn't want to leave that world.
The doctor also said that a person suffering from such a disease must be under tremendous pressure and mental pressure. Choosing to go crazy is his own salvation and release. Maybe when he feels that he has had enough rest, he will wake up.
Huzi paused and said tiredly: But there is nothing we can do now. He was lost in the United States. He walked away by himself. I think he has recovered some of his sanity now, so he chose to leave.
Now that he has made such a choice, I will no longer keep him and let him go into self-exile for a while. Maybe he will come back one day and he will still be the shameless, smart and monster-like mistress.
——This matter has finally come to an end. If you think this is the end of the story, then there is no need for me to write such a paragraph. Please be sure to read the following words carefully, because this is the real story.
the truth.
Two years after that incident, Huzi and I kept in touch, but there was no news from Zhao Sanliang anymore, until I could no longer withstand the pressure from my family and got married to Zheng Jiangtao.
There is no love between the two of us, there is just a professional similarity, nothing more.
Just when I thought I was going to ignore Zhao Sanliang, Zheng Jiangtao also mentioned it. I was in front of the computer and he suddenly said to me on the bed: Do you still remember Zhao Sanliang? That suspense writer?
I nodded and said: Remember, he is my friend.
Zheng Jiangtao said: I heard that he was crazy. You know, a few years ago I was commissioned by his master to co-act in a play. His master was a psychopath I had never heard of.
Method.
It is to recreate a person's story before he went crazy and let him come out of his own thinking. - This method, at first glance, seems feasible, and I even do it as a new medical attempt.
So I agreed to the old man at that time.
Our plan at that time was that I would make a fake copy of Chen Wenhai’s autopsy report, and ask me to bribe another forensic doctor to cooperate with me.
However, there is one thing that I have never understood, and that is the two injections that Zhao Sanliang received back then. His master Wu Laogou told me that the injections were drugs for treating mental illness, but I did not lie about this at that time.
.
I really didn't find any problems in Zhao Sanliang's blood test.
In other words, the injection that Zhao Sanliang received at that time was not a drug at all, but a saline solution. His master lied to me.
After listening to Zheng Jiangtao's words, I couldn't sleep all night. To paraphrase what Zhao Sanliang once said to me, a perfect game is like building a tall building, it is a perfect whole.
Once it collapses a little bit, it's like the collapse of one floor of a building, and everything will fall apart.
Therefore, the perfect game that Zhao Sanliang thought was right and correct in the email became flawed because of the non-existence of these two needles.
The next day, I returned to the bureau, checked all the files on Zhao Sanliang, and discovered the strangest thing. He was a man with a criminal record.
Although the case was closed, it was no longer pursued.
When he was sixteen years old, a sophomore in high school, he was a student gangster. In a fight, he seriously injured the brain of a classmate. The classmate he beat later became mentally disturbed due to the serious brain injury.
Zhao Sanliang was forced to run away because of this, but the student's parents suddenly dropped the complaint and stated that they would no longer hold him accountable.
Because Zhao Sanliang was actually under sixteen years old at the time, and the local police station also took the attitude that more trouble would be better than less trouble, and indeed they canceled the wanted order against him.
The classmate who was seriously injured by him was named Wu Junfeng.
I checked Wu Junfeng's files again and found that among his family relationships, Wu Junfeng's father's name was very strange and more familiar.