The room was filled with dazzling white color and the pungent smell of western medicine. It was easy to tell that this was a hospital through the furnishings in the room, and he was lying on a hospital bed. Zhou Song was dazed for a while, and then his mind gradually became clear. He heard the window
He made a sound, turned his head and looked around, and found that the wind had blown the window open, and the clear and bright morning light outside the window. He was in a trance for a moment, and his last memory was of a rainstorm and a dark cellar, but now he was in
The ward in the early morning. He couldn't remember when he left the cellar, nor how he came to the hospital. Everything in front of him gave him a strong sense of illusion, as if he was lost in time and space, fell into the cracks of time and space, and even
I'm not even sure who I am.
The door suddenly opened, and Liang Xie and the nurse walked in. Liang Xie's solemn expression was instantly wiped away: "Are you awake? Go and see him quickly."
The nurse walked over and raised the head of the bed, checked Zhou Songwang thoroughly, and said, "It's nothing serious. Just give him a bottle of water and it'll be fine."
The nurse went out, and Liang Xie sat on a chair next to the bed, took out her cell phone and said, "I'm sending a message to my eldest brother. He was keeping an eye on you last night. The driver just sent him back."
Zhou Song looked at the infusion bottle standing beside the bed and found that when he turned his head, he felt a little dizzy: "What's wrong with me?"
Liang Xie: "What happened to you? You passed out in the cellar of the old villa. There was nothing wrong with you except a concussion, but you just couldn't wake up. The doctor said you had excessive convulsions." As he spoke, he looked fierce and even typed harder.
, "Shi Haicheng is really tired of living, and he actually wants to take advantage of you."
Zhou Song leaned on the bed and was confused for a while: "How did you find me?"
Liang Xie raised her eyes and looked at him, then put her phone on the table, poured him a glass of water, and said, "It's not me, it's Han Feilu."
Zhou Song subconsciously glanced at the closed door of the ward. The person outside the door seemed to have a connection with him. The next second he looked at the door, the door opened, and then two policemen in plainclothes walked in. Both of them were him.
They were old acquaintances, Gu Hai and Mu Xuecheng. They also waited outside the ward for a long time. When they went to the stairwell to make a phone call, they were told by the nurse that Zhou Song was awake. Mu Xuecheng greeted politely: "You're awake.
Are you feeling okay?"
Zhou Song: "It's okay, thank you."
Mu Xuecheng: "We need to know something from you."
Liang Xie invited them to sit on a set of sofas by the window and poured them water from disposable paper cups. As soon as they sat down, Gu Hai asked, "Why did you and Shi Haicheng go to Chi Chenguang's old villa?"
Zhou Song first asked Liang Xie for a glass of water, drank the water slowly, and then said: "I found an old pocket watch in his car, but he also found it. He wanted to kill me and silence me."
Gu Hai and Mu Xuecheng looked at each other, and Mu Xuecheng said, "What next?"
Zhou Song: "He tied me up with a rope and drove me out of the city. It rained heavily on the way, so he turned to the old villa."
Mu Xuecheng: "What happened after that?"
Zhou Song took another sip of water and said: "I broke away from the rope and tried to escape. He caught up with me and I fought with him. He pushed me to the corner and I hit my head and passed out."
Mu Xuecheng made a few notes in the notebook and said, "But your confession and Shi Haicheng's confession are completely opposite."
Zhou Song looked at her calmly: "What did he say?"
Gu Hai said: "He said you subdued him, took him to the cellar of the old villa, and tried to strangle him with a rope."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhou Song's lips: "Absurd."
Gu Hai: "We did find strangulation marks on his wrists and neck."
Zhou Song said calmly: "He did it himself. He wanted to kill me and disguised the killing as self-defense. He caused some injuries on himself, and it looked like what you just said."
Gu Hai was shaken in his heart and didn't know whether to believe him or not: "Even if he wanted to kill you and silence you, why did he bring you to that villa?"
Zhou Song: "His thoughts at that time are just like your thoughts at this time."
Gu Hai: "What do I think?"
Zhou Song looked at him with cold eyes: "That is Chi Chenguang's lair, and I am Chi Chenguang's descendant. I inherited my father's business and killed people in Chi Chenguang's lair. It is reasonable and reasonable."
Gu Hai and Zhou Song were relatively familiar, but at this moment, he felt extremely strange to Zhou Song. Not only was he unfamiliar, but he was also a little afraid. He suddenly did not dare to look at Zhou Song, because there was no impurity in Zhou Song's eyes, not only
Hostility towards him as a person, but towards his identity.
He felt that Zhou Song had changed, and he felt that this was Zhou Song's original appearance.
Zhou Song asked him back: "Are you following Shi Haicheng's car to the old villa?"
Gu Hai: "Yes."
Zhou Song: "What was the situation like when you discovered us?"
Gu Hai told the truth: "When we arrived, Shi Haicheng ran out of the gate and drove away to escape. But you were lying in the cellar, unconscious."
Zhou Song: "Have you found that pocket watch?"
Gu Hai: "Found it."
Zhou Song smiled faintly: "Now that you have found the pocket watch, you can prove that I am telling the truth."
Gu Hai exchanged glances with Mu Xuecheng again, then said goodbye to Zhou Song and Liang Xie, and walked out of the ward one after another. Gu Hai walked behind and was about to close the door for them when Zhou Song said unexpectedly: "Tell Han Fei
Heron, let him return my things."
Gu Hai: "What?"
Zhou Song lowered his eyes and said blankly: "He knows."
After the police left, Liang Xie didn't ask anything, neither the cellar nor Shi Haicheng, and chatted with him about what to have for lunch later. Zhou Song knew very well that Liang Xie didn't completely believe him and had doubts, but
Liang Xie would not go into details. The reason was very simple. Liang Xie always maintained a precise sense of boundaries towards him.
After a while, another visitor came, a polite young male doctor wearing glasses. As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Song recognized him. His name was Wu Qiping, and he had a good relationship with Liang Xie. Not long ago, Zhou Lingjun
He took good care of him when he was hospitalized. Today Zhou Song entered the hospital, and for Liang Xie's sake, he came to visit Zhou Song.
Zhou Song was depressed and didn't want to see anyone, but because Wu Qiping was on good terms with Liang Xie, he dealt with him patiently. Fortunately, Wu Qiping was very discerning and expressed condolences and concern to him before leaving. After he left, Liang Xie
Xie sat thoughtfully for a moment, and then said to Zhou Song: "I'll go out and make a phone call. You have a good rest."
Zhou Song wished they were all gone: "Go and do your work and don't worry about me."
As soon as Liang Xie left, he immediately tore off the needle on the back of his hand, slid down into the quilt, and planned to sleep for a while. The ward he lived in was on the second floor, and outside the window was a large elm tree. The branches were blown by the wind and fell to the ground.
Knocking on the glass, slowly and rhythmically; Zhou Song closed his eyes and listened to the sound of branches knocking on the window. He felt that the sound was very familiar, like the small pendulum clock he placed on the bedside table in his bedroom.
When the pendulum swings, it will make a similar sound, which is crisp, slow, and rhythmic. He falls asleep listening to the swinging sound of the pendulum every night, and unknowingly has developed a habit. At this time, listening to the sound of treetops outside the window,
He soon fell asleep. As he gradually fell into drowsiness, he thought vaguely: When did that clock appear on his bedside? Did Liang Xie buy it? It seems not. It was the first time he moved to that house when he returned to China.
Tian didn't see the pendulum clock, and it seemed to appear after a few days. Since he didn't buy it himself, and Liang Jie didn't buy it, how did it come from?
This seemed to be a problem that could not be ignored. Zhou Song wanted to check it out immediately, but he could not bear the increasing sleepiness. His body felt like it was tied to the bed by invisible ropes, and it was difficult to even lift his fingers.
He couldn't resist the overwhelming feeling of sleepiness and fell asleep quickly. But he slept very lightly, so lightly that he could feel the passage of time... In the hazy state, he heard what seemed to be a sound on the door.
Then someone approached. He thought it was Liang Xie, so he ignored it, but he smelled a faint scent of perfume. Liang Xie never uses perfume, not to mention that this scent is women's perfume.
He suddenly woke up, turned around, and saw a woman sitting next to the bed; she had thick long black hair, a light cyan shirt, a white skirt, light and translucent makeup on her face, and a fresh temperament
Elegant, the whole figure is like a lily blooming in a deep valley isolated from the world.
Although he only met her once, Zhou Song immediately recognized her. Her name was Ning Xueer, and she was the daughter of Ning Yu. And Ning Yu was the unjust soul who died at the hands of Chi Chenguang.
Zhou Song's heart beat violently, and he was a little panicked: "Why are you here?"
Ning Xueer was always so gentle to everyone: "Let me see you." She took out a pack of tissues from her bag, pulled out a tissue stained with the scent of roses, and pressed it on the back of Zhou Song's hand, "You are bleeding.
.”
He had just roughly pulled off the needle, and a few blood drops came out of the needle for intravenous drip, crushing it into a bloody stain on the back of his hand. He quickly avoided Ning Xueer's touch and looked at her warily: "It's Liang Xiao
Let you in?"
Ning Xueer: "There was no one outside the door, I came in by myself."
Zhou Song looked at the door, hoping very much that Liang Xiao would come back, and even had the urge to rush out of the door.
Ning Xueer saw what he was thinking and smiled: "Don't be nervous, I just came to see you."
Zhou Song: "What are you looking at me for?"
Ning Xueer: "Let's see if you are okay."
Zhou Song: "Why?"
Ning Xueer: "I care about you."
Zhou Song: "...What exactly do you want to do?"
Ning Xueer smiled very gently and helplessly: "I really just want to see you, what else can I do to you?"
She really couldn't do anything to him, but Zhou Song still refused to relax: "You see, I am still alive. You can go."
Ning Xueer: "Why are you so rude to me? Between you and me, you have no position to be arrogant to me."
Zhou Song: "Then what attitude should I have towards you? Should I kneel down to you and admit my mistake?"
Ning Xueer shook her head and laughed: "You are too aggressive. Do you think I am worried about you and my father's generation?"
Zhou Song: "You don't have one?"
Ning Xueer: "Whether you believe it or not, my answer is no. I was only two years old when Ning Yu's accident occurred, and I have no memory of her, let alone feelings for her. This name is just a stranger to me, and I don't know how to
To hold a grudge against an innocent person for her sake."
Zhou Song couldn't believe his ears: "Did you just say that I was innocent?"
Ning Xueer nodded: "Of course you are innocent, you are also very pitiful. The person who committed the crime is Chi Chenguang. You are unfortunate and innocent to have such a father. You have been living in the shadow he created for you, right?
?”
What she said was right, but Zhou Song would not admit it: "He is him and I am me. Besides, he is dead and will not have any impact on me."
Ning Xueer smiled and said: "Okay, whatever you say is what it is. Calculating, you and I should be about the same age. How about being friends?"
She stretched out her hand to Zhou Song, with a gentle smile on her face. But Zhou Song looked at her indifferently and said, "I can feel that you are approaching me with some purpose. Just tell me, what do you want?"
What to do? Or rather, what do you want?"
Ning Xueer's smile faded a lot, as if she was disappointed: "Have you always been so complicated?"
Zhou Song: "You are more complicated than me."
Ning Xueer turned her head and looked out the window, her eyes far away, like a kite being flown, or a drifting boat.
"I'm going to die soon," she said.
Zhou Song: "What do you mean?"
Ning Xueer sighed softly, her expression soft and sentimental: "I suffer from bugr syndrome, which is a family hereditary disease. Most people with this disease die suddenly in their youth. Three years ago, I was diagnosed with this disease
sick."
Zhou Song had never heard of this disease, but there was no need for Ning Xueer to make it up out of thin air, because it was easy to verify it. However, he did not dare to believe Ning Xueer gullibly.
Ning Xueer saw his suspicion and smiled lightly: "It's true."
Zhou Song: "Why are you telling me this?"
Ning Xueer: "Everyone who knows about this will sympathize with me and comfort me in a false way. But you don't. Don't you think I'm pitiful?"
Zhou Song: "Do you want me to pity you?"
Ning Xueer shook her head: "I don't want to. Maybe this is where you and I are similar. You and I are both pitiful, but we don't need sympathy and pity from others."
Zhou Song curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm not like you, and you can't be like me either."
The wind blew in and raised Ning Xueer's hair. She pushed all her long hair to the left side of her chest, and a faint fragrance floated from her neck. She said: "Whether you admit it or not, you and I are indeed very similar.
"
Zhou Song: "Where is the image?"
Ning Xueer: "We are all patients."
Zhou Song unknowingly temporarily lowered his guard and developed an inexplicable interest in her: "I am very healthy."
Ning Xueer looked at him and smiled, her smile was light but contained some kind of power: "Then why are you in the hospital at this moment?"
Zhou Song was speechless.
Ning Xueer added: "My disease is a curse imposed on me by genes, and so is yours."
Zhou Song: "...I don't have the disease you just had."
Ning Xueer: "You know what I mean. You are Chi Chenguang's son. Although he did not inherit the family disease from you, all other things in his genes will be passed on to you because you are his descendant."
Zhou Song: "You don't have to be so tactful. You want to say that Chi Chenguang is a murderer. As his son, I will eventually follow in his footsteps."
Ning Xueer: "I believe that genes have strong continuity, and I am a good example. We are all cursed by genes. To a certain extent, we share the same disease."
Zhou Song suddenly felt weak. He leaned back on the bed, stared at the white wall opposite for a moment, and said, "The curse of genes... You are right, it is indeed the curse of genes."
Ning Xueer slowly stretched out her hand to touch Zhou Song's hand. This time Zhou Song did not avoid it. She held Zhou Song's finger tenderly, with pitiful eyes: "We will never be able to get rid of this curse."
She looked at Zhou Song's face and said silently in her heart: Brother.