The 237th chapter untie the bell must also be tied to the bell (2)
The ringtone of Sun Suhe's mobile phone broke the heavy silence. It was Alice.
"Hey, how's it going?"
"You tell Xiao Chengzi that she doesn't have to worry about her mother's safety, but she can't go home just yet. Wait until morning, or noon at most, and she will definitely be able to go home safely."
"Why? Can't you just bring her back now?"
"The person who tied the bell needs to be untied. There is no point in simply rescuing her body."
"Protect their mother and daughter temporarily."
In the conference room, the air was stuffy and the electric fan was shaking feebly. Sun Suhe was dressed in formal attire, sitting upright and looking at the interviewer in front of him.
"We will notify you of the result by phone within a week. Thank you for participating in the interview with our company. Please invite the next interviewer to come in." The interviewer adjusted the resume in his hand, threw it aside, and announced in a mechanical tone.
The interview ended.
Sun Suhe tried to read some clues from the interviewer's face, but the other person's face remained expressionless and he could not tell anything. He couldn't help but secretly sighed: Waiting for the call again, hey, the result is probably not good.
Optimistic.
But the last details still had to be done. After buttoning his suit and standing up, Sun Suhe bowed slightly to the interviewer: "Thank you." Then he gently pushed the chair back to its original position.
After walking out of the conference room door, Sun Suhe felt a little disappointed.
After failing the postgraduate entrance examination at the beginning of the year, he stumbled all the way. After finally writing his graduation thesis, completing the defense, and getting his graduation certificate, his family urged him to go home and take the civil service examination. Taking the public examination, going on a blind date, getting married, and buying a house were all in the minds of Sun Suhe's parents.
It is the best trajectory of life.
Although this kind of life is monotonous, it is stable. The income, benefits, and social status are pretty good. Parents, relatives, and everyone seems to be satisfied, except Sun Suhe himself.
For Sun Suhe, this kind of life in which he can live until he is sixty from the age of twenty is not attractive at all. He has been stuck on the established track before he has even begun to explore the possibilities of life. Such a life is not easy to survive.
Boring.
So, after the inevitable quarrel, Sun Suhe left his hometown and ran to this city alone. However, it was hard to find a job, especially a suitable job. The money he saved from working during college was only enough to barely pay a few months' rent.
.He could only work odd jobs at a convenience store while sending out resumes everywhere.
As soon as he walked out of the door of the office building, a wave of heat hit his face. Sun Suhe frowned slightly and felt irritated, "Tsk, it's already the beginning of autumn, why is it still so hot?"
The collar and cuffs were slightly itchy. While unbuttoning his shirt, he was thinking about where to go for a meal later, and then rushed to the convenience store early for his night shift.
Suddenly, there was a bang and a muffled sound came from beside him. Sun Suhe looked around and saw a man lying straight in a pool of blood not far away. His body was still twitching slightly, but his life was flowing freely.
The blood disappears quickly.
Fear, nausea, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly hit him. Sun Suhe felt a soreness in his buttocks, and the acid water in his stomach suddenly rose up. Tengteng took several steps back, and finally managed to stand against the wall.
He settled down, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to vomit.
At this time, other people on the street also realized that something had happened. They were screaming, watching, and taking pictures, and they were in a mess. Sun Suhe managed to calm down, and quickly took out his mobile phone to dial the emergency number 120 and the police number 110.
There's only so much I can do, and I'll leave the rest to professionals. Thinking like this, Sun Suhe endured the discomfort and finished the phone call, then walked a few steps quickly, just wanting to leave this place right away.
A few kilometers away in a residential area of the old city, a police car was driving aimlessly on the street at an extremely slow speed.
The hero of the detective game was sitting in the passenger seat absentmindedly, smoking one cigarette after another, looking at the mobile phone in his hand with red eyes, opening and closing, opening and closing, the anxiety in his body seemed to overflow like water.
Come.
Police officer Zhao Qingzhao beside him couldn't help but ask: "Lao You, what happened to you today? Are you still thinking about that?"
You Yingxiong stared at his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Let me ask you, do you really believe that Lao Zhang committed suicide without any doubt at all?"
Officer Zhao sighed and said, "I couldn't believe it when I first learned about it. However, we policemen still have to believe in the evidence. Depression is really hard to explain. Forensic doctors have tested it.
, I know this kind of thing is indeed difficult to accept, but..."
You Yingxiong coughed and interrupted him with a hoarse voice: "You don't need to say these words to me anymore, and you don't have to worry about this matter."
Officer Zhao considered his words and continued to persuade cautiously: "Lao You, I know about your friendship with Lao Zhang, but..."
"Xiao Zhao, you don't have to persuade me." You Yingxiong waved the cigarette in his hand to interrupt Officer Zhao, "I can see Lao Zhang's face now when I close my eyes. Sometimes it's how he looked when he was a child, and sometimes it's how he looked when he was a child.
It’s the way he looked when he was in the police academy, and sometimes he looks like his face is covered in blood. But no matter what he looks like, he’s telling me that he wants me to find out!”
You Yingxiong took a deep drag on his cigarette, "I know you don't believe me, you think I'm having trouble accepting the facts and thinking wildly. Let me tell you, sometimes I don't even believe myself. But if my thoughts don't
If it’s wrong, then today, today, at 4:13 this afternoon, something will definitely happen.”
Although it was almost evening, the sun was still pouring out light and heat unbridled, and the street was steaming with heat. Pedestrians gathered to watch the excitement because of the sudden falling incident, and the security guards in the nearby buildings shouted loudly to try to maintain order.
However, little effect was achieved, and the scene was in chaos.
Sun Suhe finally managed to leave the scene against the swarming crowd.
"Hey, Sun Suhe! It's you, don't go, wait for me."
Suddenly, a slightly childish female voice came from behind, calling Sun Suhe who was sweating profusely. Sun Suhe felt a little strange, because the other party actually spoke the dialect of his hometown.
Sun Suhe's hometown is a small town in eastern Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Eastern Zhejiang is mountainous and transportation was inconvenient in ancient times. Therefore, the two places are often not far apart, but the pronunciation and intonation are very different. It is said that there are ten miles of different pronunciation. It is difficult for non-locals to understand and speak.
What.
Did you meet a friend from your hometown by chance? But the sound made no impression. Sun Suhe looked back and saw a man not far away waving to him. The man was wearing a large black robe and had a bulging black backpack slung across his body.
Wearing an exaggeratedly large wizard's hat, his face was also covered.
Who is this? Are you cosplaying a wizard? Sun Suhe searched his brains and couldn't figure out which acquaintance this was.
Just as she was thinking about it, the girl in black robe had already jogged a few steps and stood in front of Sun Suhe. She pushed the brim of the big hat, and the broken sunlight leaking from the sycamore tree danced on her face. Her flawless pure silver hair was
Her hair was flowing freely in the breeze, and her eyebrows were as delicate as the person in the painting.