The familiar nursery outside the villa was left unattended and was overgrown with weeds. Song Yuhang checked his fingerprints and the iron gate slid open with a "tick" sound.

She held the door and hobbled in, thinking that as soon as she entered, she would see her sitting in the courtyard, but she was empty.

Song Yuhang's eyes were red, and he wandered in the courtyard like a wandering soul, his mouth plausible.

"Lin I, I'm tired of it, come out quickly, don't avoid me..." With a hoarse voice, she pushed open the glass door of the hall.

The window grilles posted before I left are still there, making the whole house look much more festive.

But the flowers in the vase had withered, decayed, and exuded a breath of death.

The shiny furniture is covered with dust.

There are also two pairs of couple slippers on the shoe rack at the door.

Song Yuhang opened the cloakroom and looked in the pile of clothes: "Lin Tien, don't hide, this game is not fun at all..."

The huge cloakroom was quiet, and her clothes were hung neatly on it, as if no one had ever visited.

Song Yuhang staggered out and ran to the kitchen, bathroom, bathroom, gym, and even her laboratory.

There was still her breath in the air, but the people were gone.

Song Yuhang almost collapsed in such a long search process. While searching, she burst into tears unconsciously, and fell to the front of the steps again, gritted her teeth and climbed to the second floor, as if that was her only hope.

"Hello rubbish, the last time a man ran upstairs and downstairs naked while holding me."

"Blam me? You wait until I'm ready to try."

"There is a bathroom upstairs."

"I'm going downstairs."

As she crawled, she seemed to be able to see the tall police officer passing by with the small woman in his arms.

Song Yuhang curled his lips and stretched out his hand to capture, but the image disappeared again.

Lin Wei's door was close at hand.

She stopped timidly like nostalgia, took out the ring box from her trouser pocket, and hesitated for a while what kind of posture and expression to give it to her.

Song Yuhang wiped away his tears with his sleeves, tried to squeeze out a smile, and muttered to himself while holding this small ring box.

"Lin Nai, I'm so tired... Marry me... No, I should kneel before talking, or should I talk before kneeling..."

"Will she like it? Would it feel too cheap..." Song Yuhang looked down at the cuffs of his hospital gown and suddenly realized.

"Will it be too hasty." She hesitated, stroked her hair, and sorted out her messy clothes.

"How come I dressed like this, I should go back to take a shower and change my clothes..."

Song Yuhang muttered to himself.

When the wind passed through the hall, there was a soft "creak", slowly blowing open the door of the room that hadn't been locked.

Her heart touched her throat almost instantaneously, without even looking, she closed her eyes and held the ring box in both hands and handed it out, completely forgetting the draft that had just been written.

"Lin... Lin Wei... marry you... no, no, I want to marry you... nor... marry... marry me..."

The tongue seemed to be knotted, and the words spoken incoherently, upside down.

Song Yuhang closed his eyes, his heart beating like a drum, waiting for an answer.

But waiting and waiting, my legs and feet were numb, and only the wind in the corridor was blowing.

Without opening her eyes, tears flowed down.

"I know I don’t have money, I can’t give you the best diamond ring, and I’m just a little policeman, I can’t give you a better material life, but I will work hard and work hard to give you all the money, my savings , Real estate certificate, provident fund, social security card...I can give it to you."

"I can also give you a lot of love, meticulous love, all love, unparalleled love."

"I don't need your return, and don't want you to be under pressure, as long as you understand, all of this is my willingness."

These words should have been told to her a long time ago, but now they can only be told in the air.

Song Yuhang took a step forward and stretched his arms: "Lin Wei, if you want, can you hug me?"

No one answered her.

The wind rushed into her arms and brought a chill.

Song Yuhang reluctantly smiled: "No, it doesn't matter, you... don't hide... I can hug you."

She took another step forward, and when her toe hit a hard object, Song Yuhang cried with joy, stretched out her hand and threw it over, and fell into a piece of softness.

She lifted the quilt in excitement: "Lin Wei—"

The smile instantly solidified on his face.

She turned the bed upside down like crazy.

The sheets, quilts and pillows all fell to the ground, but there was still nothing.

Song Yuhang blushed and went to look under the bed: "Lin Wei, don't hide..."

still none.

She trembled with her lips, very sad, got up in three steps in two steps, and opened her closet.

"Don't hide, don't hide, I won't propose, don't ask... Will you come out?"

The huge room is clean and tidy, but there are not many places to hide.

Song Yuhang glanced hastily, the breeze blew the door, and she stumbled out.

"Lin Wei!"

There was no one in the corridor.

She ran to her study again, her favorite place, opened the door excitedly, and rushed again.

Quietly on the desk is a paper crane that has not been signed and has not yet been folded.

Song Yuhang carefully held it up and held it in his arms.

"Did you fold it right? You must still be there, right?" She looked at the blue paper crane, slapped her head, and rushed out the door.

"By the way, attic, attic, she must be there."

This is Lin Wei's secret base, locked all the year round.

Without the key, Song Yuhang hit the wooden door desperately with his shoulder, and some dust fell from the top, dyeing his dark hair into grayish white.

Her shoulder was aching, and the skin was soon torn, and blood was dripping from the thin fabric.

Song Yuhang vented his strength, fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, his heart hurt.

"Okay, won't you come out? Then I, I will..." She looked around and got up from the ground.

"I will throw away all your favorite clothes, your cosmetics, all the wine in your cabinet, and your paper cranes..."

"Don't you...don't you?"

Song Yuhang, who couldn't wait for a long time to answer, began to play tricks like a child who couldn't get his beloved toy, arbitrarily destroying her house.

She messed up her room, threw the clothes in the cloakroom on the floor, took out the expensive red wine from the wine cabinet and opened it while drinking it, choking and coughing.

With tears, she leaned on the cupboard and looked at the mess: "You don't even want me...?"

That night, she couldn't count how many times she ran upstairs and downstairs, how many bottles of red wine she opened, and how many tears she shed.

Until the end, when he smashed the door of the attic with an iron hammer, it was still empty. Exhausted, she just hugged a wine bottle and slept on the cold floor.

Early the next morning, Song Yuhang woke up from a headache, looking at the mess on the ground, regretting it again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm bored, I have to pack up quickly, otherwise she will be unhappy when she comes back to see..."

She spoke plausibly, went to pick up the clothes scattered at the door, and was caught off guard by a pair of leather shoes and couldn't pick it up.

She looked along the straight trouser legs, her smile frozen on her face.

The other party had a suit and leather shoes, a neat uniform, and a check badge on her chest, and held out her ID.

"The People's Procuratorate of Jiangcheng City has seized the property under the name of the late Forensic Doctor Lin Wei of the Technical Investigation Division of the Public Security Bureau of Jiangcheng City in accordance with the law. Please do not hinder us from performing official duties.

Song Yuhang was stunned, watching his mouth opened and closed, and couldn't understand what he said. She only heard the word "deceased".

She stood up quickly, grabbing the other's collar and shouting: "Deceased?! What the **** do you mean by deceased, can you tell me the fuck?!"

She had a disheveled hair and was full of alcohol. No one recognized that this was Song Yuhang, the former high spirited Song Yuhang, Captain Song.

When several bailiffs saw her doing something, they rushed up to stop people.

Song Yuhang watched as they counted Lin Wei's belongings and moved things from home.

Her designer bags, luxury clothing, expensive high heels, cellared wine...

Even some small objects.

I accidentally knocked over the vases, the candlesticks I bought together, the ornaments, the torn tablecloths, and the towed shoe racks, the couple slippers that fell on the floor, and the fluffy bunny ears on them were stepped on and dirty.

Song Yuhang's eyes were splitting, and he shouted hysterically: "Don't touch it, don't touch it! Stop it, stop it!"

Several bailiffs almost couldn't hold her back, and in the chaos, I didn't know who kicked her.

Song Yuhang's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, struggling, and his fists fell like rain.

Several staff members went upstairs again, carrying furniture, Lin Wei’s fitness equipment, tables and chairs...

At a glance, she saw that the last person was holding a few glass bottles, filled with her paper cranes, and was tentatively coming downstairs.

Song Yuhang didn't know where his strength was. He gritted his teeth and got up, kicked and kicked, torn and bitten, rushed out of the encirclement, and smashed his fist.

"I said, let you guys don't touch it!"

The staff was caught off guard, nosebleeds splattered, and screamed: "Madman, madman, what are you doing in a daze, throw this mad woman out of me!"

A few high-ranking bailiffs came up to tear her up again. Song Yuhang snatched the glass bottle from his arms and hugged it to death. He let others punch and kick it and didn't let it go. Finally, he was taken with the bottle. Threw it out the door.

She knocked on the steps, her nose was blue and her face was swollen, the glass bottle was broken on the road, and colorful paper cranes scattered all over the floor.

This is Lin Fei's dream, Lin Fei's hope, her enthusiasm for forensic medicine, and her awe for the dead.

It was also her heart of a tattered but innocent child.

Now this heart is lying on the road, falling into the mud.

Song Yuhang went crazy, and rushed to surround her with her hands and sleeves, picking up her dust-stained dream one by one.

The bottle broke and couldn't be refilled, so she stuffed it into her pocket. The two pockets on her clothes were all swollen, and the trouser pockets were also full.

Song Yuhang cried while picking it up, holding it in her hand as she had no place to pretend. She walked on her knees and fell while walking.

Some of them fell into the nursery and were covered with mud. She picked them up and blew them clean, peeled off the mud on them, and carefully carried them into her arms.

A car passed by, the raised dust was fascinated, and the paper crane in his hand was blown out by the wind again.

Song Yuhang was busy picking it up, and he had picked it up for her long ago.

She was overjoyed and looked at: "Lin Wei, you are back—"

The smile gradually froze on his face.

Jingzhe was dressed in black and a peaked cap, covering her exaggerated red hair.

He took out a familiar object from behind and handed it to her.

A word made her burst into tears.

"Miss's relics are returned to the original owner."

The repaired mechanical stick was so mottled after a lot of hard work, the tip of the stick was bent, the sprayed paint fell off, and the dark red on it was blood stains.

Song Yuhang didn't reach out to take it. She gritted her teeth, her eyes were red, and she said: "What does the relic mean, you can make it clear."

Jingzhe had a mixed-race face, but he didn't like to laugh or talk very much. The face was habitually without expression, but at this moment he narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned.

Song Yuhang read a trace of sadness in his expression.

"What do you mean! Relic... What does it mean?" She bit the word "relic" very hard, and her heart was bleeding when she said it.

Jingzhe handed the stick forward again: "When I took the person to the hospital according to her instructions and turned back, everything was over. Only this was left on the bridge."

"Later when I rushed to the hospital, the rescue was over..."

Song Yuhang survived, but Lin Wei died because of his injuries.

Startled for a while, Song Yuhang had already rushed forward, clutching his shoulder tightly.

The eyes were full of bloodshot eyes: "You lie! You are talking nonsense! She promised me that I will live well and live well!"

Jingzhe moved her hand away and took a step back.

"I saw her in the morgue."

One sentence caused Song Yuhang to be struck by lightning. She staggered back two steps, her eyes were dark, and she was about to say something. She coughed and coughed, tears falling down.

She covered her lips, and dots of blood were splashed on the hospital gown.

Shocked as if she couldn't bear it, she gave her a false help: "You have to go to the hospital."

Song Yuhang waved her hand away, she shook her head and struggled.

"I don't believe it, don't believe it, you are all lying to me, lying to me..."

Jingzhe: "Miss has a life-saving grace for me, I only take orders from her, I will not lie to you."

Song Yuhang wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, shook his head and smiled, and cried as he smiled.

"Haha...hahaha...I don't believe...I don't believe...I don't believe anyone...unless she comes to me and tells me that she doesn't want to live anymore...she promised me that she won't die easily...she promised that I would marry me... "

Shocked seeing her like this, knowing that it would be useless to say more, he gently placed the mechanical stick beside her and nodded away.

"Miss told me a long time ago that she liked someone, a woman named Song Yuhang."

"She said that the purpose of her life was only for revenge, and she didn't know how long she could live, so she didn't dare to be tempted."

"Miss Song, I think she... really likes you."

"If there is a need in the future, Jingzhe will be there on call."

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After Jingzhe left, she didn't know how long she had been sitting here alone, until a kindhearted person on the side of the road handed a tissue.

"Miss, are you okay?"

She realized that she was crying all the time.

"No, it's okay." Song Yuhang smiled reluctantly, tears welled up again, she stumbled up, lifted the corners of her clothes, wrapped up all the paper cranes that fell on the ground, just limping. , Desperate and walked home.

She didn’t have a mobile phone, she didn’t have any money on her, and she couldn’t get a car. She walked from day to night, from the suburbs to the city center, and wore the thin hospital gown that came out of the hospital. In the cold weather in early spring Shaking by the cold wind, his face was pale and his lips were blue.

When I walked home, there were blood blisters on my feet.

Mother Song welcomed the people into the warm room with distress, and almost cried: "Where did you go, you will call the police if you can't find your mother."

Song Yuhang’s tears were already dry by the wind, and he smiled at the corners of his lips: "Mom, get me a glass bottle."

Mother Song looked at her big pocket of paper cranes and was puzzled, but she still brought something for her.

Song Yuhang put them in one by one: "One thousand, one thousand and one, one thousand and two..."

Until all the paper cranes on her body were put in, she suddenly burst into tears.

"It's over, and there is so much less. Lin Fei comes back, and he will definitely blame me for not keeping her things."

"Yu Hang..." Mother Song seemed to want to comfort her.

She stood up again as if she was all right.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower."

As he said, he walked to the bathroom in a muddled manner.

Turn on the shower and turn the Yuba to its maximum. The sewage rolls down from the head, and the floor tiles near Song Yuhang's feet seep with light red blood stains.

She trembled, hugged herself tightly, and was finally able to let herself cry and cry in a quiet and airtight environment.

Mother Song was heartbroken outside.

She took that bath for a long time, until late at night, until the skin on her body was soaked, until the wound was swollen, and white flesh was turned out.

Song Yuhang walked out wearing slippers. What she didn't expect was that Song Mu and Ji Jingxing hadn't slept yet.

They sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

Song Yuhang buried his head and walked over: "Sister, I sleep in my brother's room."

Mother Song patted the position beside her: "Yu Hang, come and sit down."

Ji Jingxing also forced a smile: "Yes, Xiao Wei is also asleep, let's talk."

Song Yuhang didn't move, looking at their cautious and nervous expressions, smiled bitterly: "Sister, my brother... have you ever thought of going with him?"

Ji Jingxing nodded and shook his head: "I thought about it, but there is still Xiao Wei, and my parents, mom, you, I can't do this."

"That's not it, I'm the same." Song Yuhang's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

On the way back today, she wanted to step into the turbulent traffic for countless moments, but remembering the words she had advised Lin Fan, she held back.

Her life was exchanged for her life. If she really did, she would meet in the Yin Cao's dungeon. Lin Nang would jump up and slap her severely, spray her spit stars on her face, cursing her for nothing, she was a waste of money, and would never interact with her.

Mother Song stood up tremblingly, took her daughter's hand, and pushed the person onto the sofa to sit with tears in her eyes.

"Mom knows that Tired is a good child... If she is alive in the sky, she must also hope that you are alive, healthy, and safe."

Song Yuhang choked and threw himself into his mother's arms: "Mom, I'm alive, but I'm dead."

"Mom knows, mom knows, it will be all right, ah, all will be fine..." Mother Song burst into tears, and pulled the tearful Ji Jingxing into her arms and patted their backs lightly.

"Whether it is you, Jingxing, or Xiaowei... it will be all right, everything will pass..."

In her mother's arms, she finally felt a trace of long-lost warmth.

She knew that even for these family members who loved her, she should live well in order that the black hand behind the scenes had not come to light, but her heart seemed to be missing a big hole, and the wind was leaking and blowing her internal organs. It hurts.

And this kind of pain will accompany her for life.

Song Yuhang knew that she would never be better again, never again.

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After Song Yuhang locked himself in a dark room for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, he called Jingzhe with his mother's mobile phone.

On the other end of the phone, she said in a dumb voice: "I want to see people in life, and the body in death. Where is she buried, I'm going to find her."