After coming out of the company, Zhou Song got into Han Feilu's car.
Han Feilu asked: "Send you home?"
Zhou Song put on his seat belt: "Go to the hospital."
Han Feilu drove the car onto the road and asked, "Why are we going to the hospital?"
Zhou Song said: "Let me show you something interesting."
When he arrived at the hospital, Han Feilu followed Zhou Song into the inpatient building, went straight to the 17th floor and opened the door of the single ward 7201. Only then did he realize that the interesting thing Zhou Song was talking about was an old man who was hospitalized. The old man's caregiver was a middle-aged man.
Before the woman, Zhou Song and Han Feilu arrived, she lay on the nursing bed and made a video call with her family. Seeing the patient's family members arriving, she hung up the call and prepared to report to Zhou Song what the old man had eaten, drank, and had diarrhea today.
But Zhou Song didn't give her a chance to speak and said: "Ms. Liu, you go out first."
The nurse took the mobile phone and went out. Zhou Song closed the door and pointed to the old man on the bed: "Look."
Han Feilu took a closer look and saw that the old man was talking crookedly and his eyes were squinting. Only his eyes could move freely, as if he was paralyzed. "Who is he?"
Zhou Song thought the smell in the ward was unpleasant, so he covered his nose and took a few steps back to lean against the wall: "Can't you recognize him?"
Han Feilu looked at the old man's face carefully: "Shao Yang looks a bit like him."
Zhou Song: "Nonsense, he is Shao Yang's father."
Han Feilu remembered that Shao Yang's father, Shao Dongcheng, suffered a stroke and hemiplegia two years ago. He was so busy these days that he forgot to take care of Shao Yang's paralyzed old father. He felt a little ashamed: "I was thinking about going there.
Look at him, but he was so busy that he completely forgot about it, how could he be hospitalized?"
Without saying a word, Zhou Song took out a tray from the drawer of the table above the bed and placed the tray at the end of the bed. It contained hundreds of dirty and black needles, exuding the smell of pus, blood and rotten flesh.
Han Feilu: "What is this?"
Zhou Song lifted the quilt covering Shao Dongcheng's body again and said: "It came out of Shao Dongcheng's leg."
Shao Dongcheng's legs have been wrapped with gauze, but through the gauze it can still be seen that the leg bones have been deformed.
Han Feilu frowned: "What do you mean?"
Zhou Song: "These needles were all taken out of Shao Dongcheng's legs. Based on the fact that he is only a mortal body and cannot breed stainless steel in his body, it is speculated that the needles in his body can only be inserted by others."
Han Feilu: "...who did it?"
With a cry, Zhou Song threw the tray containing the needle into the trash can, pulled out some paper towels to wipe his hands and said, "Who else besides Shao Yang? He has been taking care of Shao Dongcheng since he was paralyzed. No other person can get close to Shao Dongcheng."
A perfect body."
Shao Yang? Why did he abuse his father so much?
Han Feilu felt very complicated. He folded his arms and was silent for a moment, then said: "It seems like deliberate revenge."
Zhou Song stood up with him and looked at Shao Dong's body like a puddle of rotten meat. He said, "I think so too. Shao Yang is torturing him and seems to... hate him."
Hate? So what happened between the father and son to make Shao Yang hate Shao Dongcheng so much?
The nurse pushed open the door and came in, holding a bedpan in her hand.
Zhou Song frowned in disgust and dragged Han Feilu out: "Let's go, take me home."
On the way to send Zhou Song home, Han Feilu wanted to ask him how he knew Shao Dongcheng was in the hospital and how Shao Dongcheng came to the hospital. But as soon as Zhou Song got in the car, he kept calling and sending messages. It seemed like it was work
There was something wrong with the computer and what form he needed to check. Zhou Song was very impatient, but he couldn't just sit back and ignore it. He worked overtime on his mobile phone with a look of displeasure on his face.
Han Feilu didn't find a chance to talk along the way. He drove the car to the downstairs of the unit with ease, then unlocked the car and waited for Zhou Song to get out of the car. But Zhou Song only focused on talking to his colleagues and sat in the passenger seat.
He couldn't move. So he got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and said: "Please get out of the car, young master."
Zhou Song bent down and got out of the car, and finally spoke to Han Feilu: "Come up with me."
Han Feilu didn't know why he was so obedient. Zhou Song asked him to go upstairs and he went up. He had no idea why he went upstairs.
When he got home, Zhou Song threw away his suit jacket and tie, and went to the kitchen with his bare feet and mobile phone to find a drink of water. Han Feilu went from the entrance to the living room, picked up the items Zhou Song had thrown on the ground one by one, and then
I put everything away and then sat on the sofa to wait.
After finally dealing with the bad things at work, Zhou Song threw his mobile phone on the living table, carried two glasses of orange juice and walked to the living room to sit down next to Han Feilu. He handed a glass of orange juice to Han Feilu and complained casually: "I'm annoyed."
Damn it, I should have pretended not to recognize the English alphabet in the first place. Now even the German is asked to be translated by me, do you think that as bold as your heart is, you will be as fruitful as you are?" He poured the cup into the corner of the sofa and opened it.
A few shirt buttons.
Han Feilu suddenly left in no hurry, fell into the back of the sofa, and took a sip of orange juice: "Have you ever learned German?"
Zhou Song: "I learned a few words from a German classmate, and I was limited to saying hello and ordering food. But it doesn't prevent my boss from using me as a translator."
Han Feilu's cell phone rang, and several messages came in. He put the cup on the coffee table and took out his cell phone to reply to the messages.
Zhou Song's teeth gently bit the edge of the cup, and his eyes drifted towards Han Feilu along the rim of the cup; the lights were not turned on in the room, but it was already night, and the light in the living room was gradually dimming, and the screen light of the mobile phone shone on Han Feilu's face.
On the top, his profile appeared in the darkness. His eyebrows were dark, the bridge of his nose was straight, his eyebrows were high, and there was a little flowing light in his eyes that stared downward...
Han Feilu focused on replying to the message and chatted with his family for a long time. His eyes were sore from the light, so he raised his head and closed his eyes hard, and then went to get the orange juice on the coffee table. When he drank the orange juice, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Song.
Looking at him, he turned his head to look at Zhou Song, only to see Zhou Song's body suddenly slide down and lie on the sofa, then he pulled a pillow to cover his face, and held a cup in his left hand hanging on the sofa.
outside.
Han Feilu was stunned unconsciously, and turned around to look at him with some embarrassment. Perhaps because the lights were not turned on, the furniture in the room was covered in darkness, and there was no sense of space. The large living room shrunk little by little, until
It turns into a small black box, trapping people in the small box, making it so crowded that people can't breathe.
Messages from his family members continued to pop up. Han Feilu looked at the screen of his phone to calm down for a while before continuing to reply to the messages.
Time moved forward slowly, quietly... Zhou Song put the cup on the carpet, got up from the sofa, and went to the bedroom.
As soon as he left, Han Feilu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
The light in the bedroom came on, and there was a rustle inside for a while. Then Zhou Song changed his clothes and walked out, turned on the light in the living room, sat down on the sofa, put the things in his hands on the coffee table, and said, "Here you go.
"
This is a goat mask. It has been for some years. The mask is damaged and discolored, and the two ropes are covered with greasy dirt.
Han Feilu asked very redundantly: "What is this?"
Zhou Song: "...mask."
Han Feilu felt a little embarrassed for no reason. He drank the remaining half glass of orange juice in one go and said, "What are you doing for me?"
Zhou Song took the two empty cups to the kitchen and rinsed them in the sink: "I found them at Shao Dongcheng's house."
Han Feilu still didn't understand. He didn't understand what was special about this mask, and he didn't understand why Zhou Song solemnly showed the mask to him. "So?"
Zhou Song washed the cup, pulled out some kitchen paper, and carefully wiped the water stains in the cup: "Shao Yang hated Shao Dongcheng, so he tortured him. Aren't you curious why Shao Yang hates his father so much?"
Han Feilu picked up the mask and looked at it carefully: "What does it have to do with this mask?"
Zhou Song glanced at the mask in Han Feilu's hand, and seemed to see the strange brilliance in Shao Dongcheng's eyes again, "This father and son are very strange. The son hates his father, so much that he tortured his father, and he is a murderer. I only know
Matricide complex, I have never heard of children having irresolvable love and hatred for their father... You are right, Shao Yang's feelings for Shao Dongcheng are not complicated, he just wants to torture Shao Dongcheng and take revenge on Shao Dongcheng
Success, the driving emotion is just hatred. Children's hatred for their parents is not developed overnight, it is accumulated bit by bit since childhood."
Han Feilu still didn't find the point: "Is this mask the epitome of Shao Yang's miserable childhood?"
Zhou Song: "It has nothing to do with Shao Yang, it's Shao Dongcheng's mask."
When Han Feilu heard that he was still filled with questions, he simply gave up his own thinking and waited for Zhou Song to write more.
Zhou Song wiped the cups clean and arranged them neatly, then returned to the living room and sat down. He pointed at the two ropes on the mask and said, "Look carefully."
Han Feilu took a closer look and suddenly discovered a clue. The rope was made from two cotton ropes and was as thick as a bean. By twisting it in the opposite direction of the rope's grain, the rope could be divided into two strands. He was gentle with his hands.
I rubbed the rope away from my feet and finally discovered what was inside: "Blood?"
There is dried blood hidden inside the rope, as if it had been soaked in blood, and the blood penetrated deep from the surface.
Zhou Song: "A bloody mask... there may be a story in it. Can you extract the DNA?"
Han Feilu: "Theoretically, it's okay. I'll take it back and try it."
He found a clean plastic bag to put the mask in, took out his cell phone, looked at it, and then said to Zhou Song, "Am I leaving?"
Zhou Song put his feet on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, saying: "Oh."
For some reason, Zhou Song seemed to be in a bad mood at this time. Han Feilu was keenly aware of it and felt that it had nothing to do with him, but he felt guilty for no reason. In the past, they got together and broke up very neatly, but now they were a little hesitant.
Han Feilu sat stiffly for a while, then picked up the bag with the mask, walked to the entrance and opened the door, then turned around and said, "I'll tell you the results when they come out."
Zhou Song didn't answer, and Han Feilu saw him falling down and lying down.
The door opened and closed, and Han Feilu left.
Zhou Song lay on the sofa and watched TV for a while. The more he watched, the more bored he became. He got up, ate something and went to bed.