A caring person?

But don't call the police?

This is not in line with normal logic!

"Let's try it out first!" Lin Qingping did not continue thinking, but chose to pull out Ningxue's cell phone immediately and wait for the other party to answer.

"beep!"

"Dou...dou..."

There is no reply inside.

Lin Qingping frowned, thinking about whether to go to unit one to knock on the door, but at this moment, the sound of police cars downstairs also sounded.

"The police are here!"

"Give it a minute!"

Soon, two policemen went upstairs and entered the house.

As the caller, Lin Qingping and others naturally need to cooperate with the police's inquiries. In addition, he also needs to find Jiujiu's other relatives.

"We are community staff...yes, we found out here when we collected statistics on community residents...the old lady is dead..."

“…”

Half an hour later, more and more staff members arrived at the scene, including those familiar to Lin Qingping, Secretary Li from Guangming Community.

The old lady's body was carried downstairs and placed in a car.

It was not until this time that Jiujiu truly realized that her grandmother had left her and would never have the chance to see her again.

Tong Xiaotang was comforting Jiujiu.

Yu Huan is mainly responsible for maintaining order on the scene.

Lin Qingping called Ning Xue again, but no one answered.

The distance was not too far. He found a unit and knocked on Ning Xue's door, but no one opened the door, so he should have gone out.

"Where did you go? All companies should be on holiday now?" Lin Qingping frowned. When he went downstairs, he found that Tong Xiaotang was still walking around with Jiujiu in his arms.

"Where is the police?" Lin Qingping asked.

"I don't know, are you leaving?" Tong Xiaotang was not sure.

"I mean, what should I do if Jiujiu?" Lin Qingping looked at Jiujiu who was gradually asleep in Tong Xiaotang's arms.

"Oh, they said they received another call from a community. The police force is seriously insufficient now. I hope our community can take care of Jiujiu on their behalf. They will find a way to contact Jiujiu's relatives as soon as possible through information." Tong Xiaotang explained.

"No, you didn't understand what I mean. What I mean is that Jiujiu should be sent to the hospital! He is a close contact and may have been infected!" Lin Qingping emphasized again.

"Ah?" Tong Xiaotang finally understood this time, but immediately looked at Jiujiu again: "But, Jiujiu doesn't cough? I touched her forehead and didn't have a fever!"

"What if it's the incubation period?" Lin Qingping frowned.

"What should I do? Otherwise, I will be sent to the hospital now?" Tong Xiaotang seemed to feel that he had caused trouble, and then added: "I am not considering it carefully, so I will pay for Jiujiu's medical expenses first."

"Forget it, I'll go with you." Lin Qingping shook his head, and was about to say hello to Secretary Li to report, when he suddenly saw a wrinkled piece of letter paper on the ground.

Here are the downstairs of Unit 1 and Unit 2. According to common sense, if this piece of paper fell down an hour ago, it would have been trampled a long time ago.

But although the letter paper in front of me was wrinkled, there were no footprints.

The most important thing is that Lin Qingping's generation has long lost the habit of writing letters with a pen. If there is really something wrong, leave a message on WeChat and a QQ greeting. Anything is faster than writing a letter?

Lin Qingping kicked the letter paper with his feet and flipped it over.

Soon, he saw two words that raised his head in the letter paper.

"Suicide letter!"

"..." Lin Qingping.

No way?!

"Brother Lin, are we leaving now?" Tong Xiaotang spoke again.

"I said I was stepping on a suicide note under my feet. Do you believe it?" Lin Qingping looked at Tong Xiaotang speechlessly, because to be honest, he himself didn't believe it.

I just felt a little curious and wanted to see if a love letter fell to the ground. As a result, you got up and wrote me a suicide note?

"Huh? It's really a suicide note!!!" Tong Xiaotang had a good eye and saw the letter paper that was opened under Lin Qingping's feet at first glance.

Lin Qingping raised his head and looked at the top of his head again.

Who is it?

It was blue and white, and I threw a suicide note under my feet?

Lin Qingping finally lowered his head and picked up the suicide note under his feet. Then, he probably saw that it was a draft.

Because, there is only the beginning.

"Wang Le was diagnosed with infection, and Li Haodong was diagnosed with infection. I have always thought about coughing these two days. If nothing unexpected happens, I should have been infected..."

"I asked my friends around me for help and agreed that they would come to pick me up, but I waited for a day and they didn't come. Now Wuhan is closed down."

"I can't go out anymore, I can't live without here..."

“…”

Lin Qingping looked at the beginning of the letter and frowned even more and more.

In this community, someone is infected?!

As a community grid worker, Lin Qingping understands the meaning of the appearance of two infected patients in the same community.

How many communities are there in Wuhan?

Thousands!

If we infer from two patients in one community, then there are at least a few thousand or even tens of thousands of patients infected by this virus in Wuhan.

Moreover, most importantly, these patients are still wandering in this city.

In an instant, Lin Qingping felt a chill on his back. He stuffed the envelope into his pocket of his clothes, and then sent a message to Secretary Li.

"Secretary Li, there are infected patients in this community. I applied to the community to work overtime at night for screening. Now I want to take Jiujiu to the hospital for a check-up."

"Okay." Soon, Secretary Li's reply came.

Lin Qingping did not delay any longer because he wanted to see with his own eyes whether his guess about the epidemic situation was true or false.

"Tangtang, let's go to the hospital."

"good!"

Lin Qingping took Tong Xiaotang and Jiujiu on the electric car.

And as they left, the windows of each unit were gently opened, and behind the window, a woman about twenty-five or twenty-six years old appeared.

The woman had long hair, but she didn't take care of it today, making her hair cover half of her cheeks and couldn't see her appearance clearly.

She stood behind the curtains and quietly looked at Lin Qingping and Tong Xiaotang leaving, but her eyes always fell on Jiujiu who was holding Tong Xiaotang's arms.

"call!"

The winter wind blows.

The woman's hair floated gently twice.

Under her feet, the letter papers that had originally fallen to the ground were blown up by the wind, and one flew towards the balcony, and then fell from the gap in the balcony.

"Bang!"

The window was closed again.

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